Rascallions and Other De-Blessed Humanizing Fauna
Some things are royal
others so prosaic
and then there's everything else
You bring your own biases to the choice
BUT the question then arises:
do these (even these)
belong to you?
It's Your day
Your life
Your breath
(cratered between small clumps
of sunrise and sunset)
even poetry flattens into the mix
(vying for attention with
sparkling promises
of
fundamental
funny fractures)
The last time I saw Paris
(It's not a non-sequitur)
just the movie
playing on my TV
in the other room
only in the other room because
I'm Not Free
free to smoke
anywhere I choose
in my own room
I have to hide this way
(these traces of
a debauched personhood)
focusing on those extra-terrestrial biases of which we earlier spoke
only pieces of the movies' dialogue break through
someone Might Fall into a negotiable love or enter into a lucarous or ludicrous partnership of some delinquent oil-wells in Texas
No one will deny these promises of riches though
one could entertain oneself with them
or better still
to entertain others
But my coffee's gone cold again & another cigarette will absolutely hit the proverbial spot
Days are like those spots too
hit or miss
at least
so they seem
from the rear-view mirror
of the French race-car
I never owned
Imagine being American then
If you can
(even shucked of oil wells)
WE . . . these best-blessed of God
(or so they say)
Here in His rascaliant (coughing) bejewing
(cold-again) Co-co-fide
Newer New Day!
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Fin ~
NOTES:
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(just another "Thought-Experiment" attributable to the psychological hayday of demonic coffee & cigarette breakfasts'.)
"We are creatures of light" ~ Don Juan (from: "The teachings of Don Juan" by Carlos Castaneda)
Most are unaware of this truth and some would probably even question the sanity of it, but the Earth is a product of the sun's characteristics; our particular placement in the solar system and the material-mix of the planet also of which we are its most advanced biological formulation.
What spiritual sense we might glean from this understanding could free us in recognition of our larger identity; how we choose to live our lives; what larger sense of values may be induced to effectuate the promise of a collective-beneficence for which all humanity strives.
~
Morals are the stuff of which religion is made. Morality is "a-priori". Ask any three-year-old what's good and evil.
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Copyright © Robert Warlov | Year Posted 2023
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