T O T A L P A G E V I E W S

Tuesday, August 21, 2018

#JustWannaBeYourGrafittiRehabWall


SKY IS NOT THE LIMIT

Teddy-bear used to speak and then it just became muted by my age, daddy gave me a name
I couldn’t keep talkin’ about the wasted days, my nice mama & papa made me hug my fame
Like a bird whistling times that an hour had passed from your lame life, chase a real mouse
Old #BlackBetty really mattered but Freedom acted the fool and trapped me in a hor house.

Yet it is not the limit of your skin and bones, you will let the rocks roll over the sticky point
Rivers will carry your DNA from snow-caps to the bottom of ground zero #MarianaTrench
Nobody will come to save you or anyone else way down there below the belt in #Hades joint
Nothing in particular, nothing in general and it is very important that you have real stench.

In the middle of the times you find in your presence of the seventh son’s of .45’s & a .357
No bull’s eyes above your head, they are dead in the middle of your hearts and souls of zen
Strength in the faded pretenders who say what they’ll never mean when their called on to fly
For the first and last time, the end will begin the next day under a blue or black diamond sky.

No wings, don’t need ‘em when Gravity is zero and the eights to the bar, boogie on the floor
Now and then you trip on about the fact that you’ve got less than an hour to live, maybe more
Anything can happen if you get mugged by a guy hungry and strung out, I left him in a trench
He thought I was gonna lay down and die for his command, scary, scar-face and dank stench.

When you’re desperate for food and safety to rest, you might be lured into a material world
Smugglers and witch hunters take up a good portion of time to entertain the masses, unsold
For the sake of the peace and mind of the ones who read what I’ve written, lighten up, chill
It’s gonna end like it or not, enjoy #ZaZen on a Harley or in an Acura but still, be mystical!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. August 21, 2018 Tuesday @ 8:44 PM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to Van Morrison & HITS on youTube link #JellyRoll }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FilibusterTuesday #ricoSacto @ricoSacto



THOR KNOWS AND AWAITS YOU
Richard Joseph Stephan -  Tuesday, August 21, 2018
 
Do not be a scared gambit little #Gambino because there’s only sunshine and blue sky ahead
Until the final swig of Tennessee whiskey, all drunk, CBD stoned, stupid cannibinoid dread
Death is an aspect of the cosmic consciousness between #Happiness and the empty pit #Void
How you get there and who you are when you deploy me uptown, bid and burned, I’m freed.

Cards dealt, dice rolled, down near the devil’s riverside playin’ stones, pebbles and hot rocks
For the last time, gettin’ drunker than a sober alcoholic with a whole keg to swill on the docks
Before we launch, everything is stocked, the boat is ship shape and we are ready to party hard
For no reason at all, the Truth hurts, I dusted my off my boots and you trumped me #Libtard.

Desperate men die just like the ones who live for a hundred years and leave an historical leg
For the descending DNA to stand upon and pretend that it means anything more than dregs
A flip of the switch and you and I are done with the breath and the animation of the haloscum
Saints and their nemesis, the humans and demons who evolved from a Big Bang’s doldrums.

Swaying in and out between the lines, over and under the ground, the water, the sky and Ho
Where nothing is left over from all of the matter that burned up in the furnace of my #Hello
When it was time, how it was done wasn’t as important as burnin’ smoke n’ shots in the dark
Reproduction of a genome for no reason other than, a force is not a choice, don’t double park.

A pint or cup will do if the quart or gallon can’t be had, it’s almost nothing to see, invisibility
A will to animate the inanimate objects through kinetic genetics or a physical shove, we to be
Knowing nothing’s close to knowing at all, #GetYourHandsUp, it’s a factoid in a deck’s stack
Robbed, fired up rolling thunder, muscles ripped, @Thor stole It and is flingin’ #Scat back.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. August 21, 2018 AD @ 6:06 PM #Mardi
{ drafted listenin’ to @Everclear #AMRadio & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hjg39XRkjVc }

W.W.A.R.D.?

Monday, August 20, 2018

#AppropoTalkOnTheStreet #NewKidInTown

  PECKING ORDER OF A MANDINGO

by Richard Joseph Stephan -

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Even #SalvadorDali couldn’t be #SalvidorDali if there ever was one as in #FrancisBacon lore
Yet someone brushed the canvas and scratched the paper surfaces, whomever, genius ho-ore
Now on to the next function in the calculus, as if there’s ever an end to infinity, ad infinitum
#Ma in heaven be my witness with my #Pa in charge of the cosmic egg, where I come from.

Once or twice is one way to look at It, repetition of a lonely God you used to be, #BackWhen
In the olden days at the origin of the Cosmos, before the Egg cracked into galaxies of systems
Burning atoms of liquids, solids and the atomic gas of distinct molecular structure, the ZaZen
Impact into consciousness, ethical, moral values, Omni-Emptiness, holier-than-me flimflam.

You’re at one and the same time a moron and a happy bastard, daddy was a trick’s OBJ blow
Always on your shoulder, with a microchip of millions of dollars, a cache of debits on credits
Say you’re an uncouth, no account individual, pick a milk, homogenized style of dry cow teats
Big and yellow or black and small, possibly just an invisible, white-headed glow of my halo.

For the end of the space on this plane of existence to the end of the Time you have to breathe
Truth is Truth or it isn’t, always the right kind, going in and out of my head, dead gums’ teeth
Come with me to cold water, thirst’ll have you follow a leader, four hooves at back of the herd
Flys flying around the carcass of things that used to be, unburied, open-pit pile of spider turd.

That’s a bit strong for a speculative deduction from assumptions which have yet to be proven
Beyond any reasonable doubt is not the measure of the law, it’s the measure of a witch haven
Conjuring of spells, called Laws and Rules and the Means of Enforcement through Force, Sin
To engage the population in guilt for being alive in a free country with free speech, that’s Gin.

Self-defenseless, equipped with deadly force, to enforce self-defense vs. an extinct predator
An illusion becomes a delusion and causes an unwanted, welfare beast of a #Mandingo score
Run fast, jump high, grow big muscle in #Steroidal dysfunction, cut loose in a DMV groove
Roses move in dozens, all alone, in ecstatic display of being dead flowers, Unmoved, I move.

by
r j j stephan, i   { HEADER artwork is a representation of @DALI in perpetuity, IMHO }
c. August 20, 2018 @ 10:00 AM PST { #WhoDatMandingo }
{ written while listenin’ to the mighty Eagles #GreatestHits on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/--rAINTn2TE }
W.W.A.R.D.?

Sunday, August 19, 2018

#ANTIOXIDENT #TheRaceIsOn


INNERSOUL, CRO MAGNON CAVITY

by
RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN· SUNDAY, AUGUST 19, 2018
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Pick me up safety ball, with a new net for the whole set, threads from Italian forms
Playin’ both sides, winner and loser, in order to secure the confidence of One & all
Donned a bonnet of the being who claims humanity is the origin, evolved in a ball
Surface, underground and airborne because it is the Way of the Cell, Unmoved worm.

A peculiar place to be when you’re being begged to retaliate with deadly force, in error
Havin’ skills to penetrate to the heart and grab the breath from the one with flash fear
Of the nature’s force to repel evil and harmful movements, to have deadly force power
Holding it back in the readily recollectible bank of skills until required, to see and hear.

A perception and a conception involving the neutral observer in order to ascertain the gist
Of what it is to be a human, a man, an animal but not a plant, plant and animal consumer
Everything from the salt of the Sea to the tree sap and snow caps of Earth’s Man dreamer
Fallen to sleep, as if fallen from empty space or heaven above the dirty, filthy, cuff of a fist.

You get a hundred years more or less to discover and grasp why your mama killed me dead
Maybe he needed money for some food or a mating tool or just because of the idiot’s head
There was a bald, bloody head runnin’ inside that skull’s frag-bone, blown out black holes
Walked upright on all fours, two to walk the walk, two featherless wings, frozen, iced souls.

Thirty two teeth, sixteen in the upper and the same on the lower settings, all of ‘em fall to stir
Don’t need teeth when a human is a baby and apparently gumming food to death is OK at 68
A move or two at the right time in the right place is the difference between success and defeat
A purple mark right between your blackened eyes, embedded bullseye birthmark’s heartbeat.

Adam fell down here, Cro-Magnon man got buried underground, God’s got no swallow or gag
Threw down everything the universal magnate could conjure in a mixed-up black-magic bag
Apes swingin’ on vines, runnin’ on all fours, climbin’ limbs n’ branches like high monkey bars
It’s all about the bites n’ tears of the meat, the form’s DNA spurts, carnivore lies of lying liars!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. August 19, 2018 Sunday @ 1:11 PM PST
{ written while listenin’ to #ACDC concert in #OaklandCalifornia in 1979 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/epSe9V5ngeo }
W.W.A.R.D.?

P H I L O S O P H I A: #CosmicCreek #CountItOff

 
"BEHIND ITS EYES LIES A SNAKE
Richard Joseph Stephan
 
If you want the Truth then you better be able to handle the Truth or else you’ll go insane
Only you can predict the way you’d react to the Facts of Life your daddy never divulged
Not even your mama called her father ‘daddy’ but there you go again, causin’ word pain
Because you are not free to accent your language expression when on a fecal, oral deluge.

Your early training in public manners was to learn to stay out of public in my coolsville
Where nobody else ever goes because it’s all in your skull, in the silent pane windowsill
Without a reflection nor transparency, just a frosted mess of ferocious, cellular rocking
Not the music rock but the lava rock from the belly of the Earthly core, golden sulfuring.

Now first things first, what is more important, #Freedom or #ObedienceToTheOverlord?
Think about it for a moment, there’s need to rush to judgement, like I’m the enemy, ha ha
You just DO NO shoot the messenger because you cannot comprehend the message’s chord
Which is the Way and Means to know the reason for Life in general as well as your ‘Mama.”

Speaking and understanding the speech of the speaker as a listener is a sacrosanct code of Ur
Engaged in the effort to become enlightened in darkness, mind unveils delusions of grandeur
Finding nothing but air all around the Earth but nothing at all anywhere else, drop a dime
Means something or nothing, depending on an acceptance of #BlindFaith and the #Sublime.

Micro-aggression with the lifting of the small pinky to move the unmoved mover to doubt
That the world leaves you alone even if you inject the venom into the situational ethics’ pout
You always know that doing the right thing as soon as you can will never go wrong, unless...
You challenge a #GAM (GrownAssMan) who says he ain’t a boy and boom, you’re Brightness.

Yet you are not the snake behind their eyes, their demon has no effect on my own Way of Tao
Attempting to break my stride while in quest of the Nirvana which presents itself to say Ciao
Incomplete mission without the use of reason or force as backup, awakened in a twilight zone
A Void, empty place in space appears to be all Divine scene projections upon a retinal bone.

by
r j j stephan, i { written for all illegal immigrants who want sympathy from #LosDiablos }
c. August 18, 2018 @ 12:12 PM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to Curtis Mayfield & The O'Jays on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/iENoCn8k0bw & https://youtu.be/9-LuNJXFGTU }
P H I L O S O P H I A: #CosmicCreek #CountItOff: "BEHIND THEIR EYES LIES A SNAKE" by Richard Joseph Stephan c. Saturday, August 18, 2018 If you want t...

W.W.A.R.D.?  #Understand? 

#CosmicCreek #CountItOff



"BEHIND THEIR EYES LIES A SNAKE"

If you want the Truth then you better be able to handle the Truth or else you’ll go insane
Only you can predict the way you’d react to the Facts of Life your daddy never divulged
Not even your mama called her father ‘daddy’ but there you go again, causin’ word pain
Because you are not free to accent your language expression when on a fecal, oral deluge.

Your early training in public manners was to learn to stay out of public in my coolsville
Where nobody else ever goes because it’s all in your skull, in the silent pane windowsill
Without a reflection nor transparency, just a frosted mess of ferocious, cellular rocking
Not the music rock but the lava rock from the belly of the Earthly core, golden sulfuring.

Now first things first, what is more important, #Freedom or #ObedienceToTheOverlord?
Think about it for a moment, there’s need to rush to judgement, like I’m the enemy, ha ha
You just DO NO shoot the messenger because you cannot comprehend the message’s chord
Which is the Way and Means to know the reason for Life in general as well as your ‘Mama.”

Speaking and understanding the speech of the speaker as a listener is a sacrosanct code of Ur
Engaged in the effort to become enlightened in darkness, mind unveils delusions of grandeur
Finding nothing but air all around the Earth but nothing at all anywhere else, drop a dime
Means something or nothing, depending on an acceptance of #BlindFaith and the #Sublime.

Micro-aggression with the lifting of the small pinky to move the unmoved mover to doubt
That the world leaves you alone even if you inject the venom into the situational ethics’ pout
You always know that doing the right thing as soon as you can will never go wrong, unless...
You challenge a #GAM (GrownAssMan) who says he ain’t a boy and boom, you’re Brightness.

Yet you are not the snake behind their eyes, their demon has no effect on my own Way of Tao
Attempting to break my stride while in quest of the Nirvana which presents itself to say Ciao
Incomplete mission without the use of reason or force as backup, awakened in a twilight zone
A Void, empty place in space appears to be all Divine scene projections upon a retinal bone.

by
r j j stephan, i { written for all illegal immigrants who want sympathy from #LosDiablos }
c. August 18, 2018 @ 12:12 PM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to Curtis Mayfield & The O'Jays on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/iENoCn8k0bw & https://youtu.be/9-LuNJXFGTU }



W.W.A.R.D.?

#2Legit2Quit



W.W.A.R.D.?

DIVA SHOW YOU'RE RIGHT

http://youtu.be/58-DCkdGL5shttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IkEYVhVPWMs&feature=share&list=PL138E4731C0DBCB71&index=27http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H6sjs-oZnGI&feature=share&list=PL138E4731C0DBCB71&index=26http://youtu.be/PyQu7tAP4Aohttp://youtu.be/cHhTzLB_r7AUS Constitution Article 3, Section 3
do not shoot the messenger....READ the damn law!
@ricoSacto WHAT IT IS TO BE HAPPY Y'ALL KNOW, IT'S ALL UP TO YOU by Richard Stephan ********************** In Aristotle's Metaphysics it's not always a clear meaning What it is to be happy or even what it is to be a man But if you read between the Greek lines of the philosopher You may find just about all you need to become a fan. He said many things can make you happy but nothing can Make you happier than you can you, yourself deep within Nothing outside of you has that magic power that is yours The rocket ship that came 2000 years later could roll the whores. The morning light and the evening stars could be so bright That you couldn't see the forest through the skinny trees But that was alright because the mystery was not even there The magic was a matter of spirit and slight of hand of some keys. The future fades into the present for a very good reason It's just that all of the dying people don't tell you before they leave Changing from the baby into the man or woman is what it is The soul flies to the origin of the cause of the star dust of heaven. Pray for something, change the future by a format magic spell Repeat the same invocation three times three times seven You get the nine babies who will fade into the shining essence That brings the reason for star being, just to be happy, be happy. by Richard Joseph Stephan c August 23, 2013 ALL RIGHTS RESERVEDhttp://youtu.be/cHhTzLB_r7A

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