ZAD

Hunched shoulders, as high as they could be. Necks careened forward,

wrenched,

Velvet hues of violet dazzle into sight

a smile slips across the face

Back down again ->

heaving, drizzled

beyond by a pale moon-soaked night

nebula spinning onward

like a great blue blight

against the pale lure

Of half past midnight.

Heave….

huhhhhhh huhhhhhhhh huhhhhhhhh

Exrrrrrrrrr

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****Shhhhwooooooaaaannn****

The slender men’s necks go snap.

rat tat tat tat

Marching ahead, to get what’s owed

Two steps forward, three steps back.

To make itself be known that you work within the unknown.

Its troubling though…

This is it though,

It’s that the unknown is KNOWN,

And actually, its simply a matter of fact

So GET A GRIP JACK!

Menacing, gripping, the hands and teeth go SMACK SMACK SMACK

pap pap pap,

Right on my little back.

The pat on the back keeps me coming back.

(thank you dada)

The big hand above, the big hand below, the hand of the divine keeps reaching down my spine

increasingly slow.

>:(

The shrapnel blast of the  shepherd’s mast goes K E R S P L A T

…Kersplat….

It's the hand of the FATHER.

Stretched through time.

Down goes the bell tone as the hours slips to slime.

But whose father is this? Because It can’t be any of mine,

because my fathers danced the sloppy karaoke jig of the patriarch’s gig.

♫♩♫The patriarch’s gig!♫♩♫

A bunch of sad bags of Honey Gooey scented Wet Rags™ were the dads i “had”.

Honey Gooey scented Wet Rags™ being the jobs my sad dads had. The job was upholding violent and mediocre roles patriarchal men have.

But now I am a dad.

And for this I certainly am glad.

But the problem is, I’m not no dad.

Instead, I am a very glad ZAD.

For this new young lad will not grow up to be like his dad.

This young baby will never need to feed off his dad’s bad.

Because this baby has no dad, but instead a very happy zad ☺

Why be a boy, a man, a point on a line - when you could be into the great divine

into the space unknown

but instead???

To heed ill will campaigns.

To shackle sieves.

To heave and to ho.

To hee and to blow.

and cackle as thieves.

!!!WHEN BETTER YET!!!

Just be friends to another,

and take after your mother,

and listen and sip peaceful to the leaves.

and if you need to,

always fight back with happiness, kindness, and tact.

Because when LOVE is the victory -

winning will come with ease.

To ebb and to flow, like all other things grow, is to give peace and abundance to all that you sow.

And the glisten will listen, and shine on you

tenfold.

It will pour on you with a shimmer

And you’ll shower in the warmth of the diamondized snow

And feel the glory of the soft red glow

and should you spring forth from this glimmering cup,

you’ll be able to pour from it wherever you go!

so listen to the sound of the void, because it’s singing for you.

And if you hear it,

I promise you that this voyage will be vibrant and intact.