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

Tuesday, January 15, 2019

#BigSmo #HonkyTonkin #BBQRibs #Tequilla #YourNeighbors

 
BEIN’ DIVINE TROUBLE’S BLUES
Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Tuesday, January 15, 2019
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Shine on and bustin’ out tweets with the only way to act, Zeppelin death callin’ for you flakes
Life itself tried to move us both, deep down assault, we didn’t budge, we don’t partake, #Jake
Classes began in the middle of the semester, the teachers have called off the strikin’ wizards
Sisters of Charity and Mercy leftovers, Lords of Rings, platonic spoils, buzzkill of buzzards.

Perfect oddities from squawks of bald and golden eagles, a hit from heaven to rock bottoms
Dreamin’ in the middle of the day when all is well, everyone else is awake except my mind
It’s not my choice, I have no freedom to choose one way or the other, it’s a DNA coded kind
Force to be reckoned with if you’re a force of either one or another, good as a swayin’ totems.

Without reasonable doubt, bad blues keep track of the dirty, rotten river of tears on my flank
Coming just because the feelings are hurt due to the love withheld, the dastardly deceptions
From your woman, man, lover, mother, sister, brother but never, ever your father, sacrosanct
New year or olden days, back in my father’s fathers’ houses there were no rules, just my sins.

Benign scales and octaves of noted sounds of air through holes, my 88’s, 4, 6 or 12 axe strings
Makin’ the rhythm and rhyme to beat the meat into the holy soul-spirit of divine chantings
It makes you move when your mama and papa are long gone, all alone with no chess to play
There are no other options in the mix, on top of the world with the A-game, night & day DNA.

You’ve loved a woman or two, me too, it’s all I know, can’t love man, my mamas all satisfied
There’s no shame and it’s no sin to squeeze and be squeezed, sisters of human queen’s pawns
It’s what happens in a herd if you’re no hermit on a desert island, wishin’ ad infinitum dawns
Burning stars stone cold, the time being right, infants in doom with stardust dirt, God’s died!

by
r j j stephan, i {tm #LedZeppeliin}
c. Tuesday January 15, 2019 AD @ 4:44: PM PST
{ created from #Nothing listenin’ to ‘2’ hours of #SlowBluesBallads on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/J9fOs1wcEv0 & HITS of Led Zeppelin link @ https://youtu.be/nSceHXScQww }
 
W.W.A.R.D.?

Monday, January 14, 2019

#HowFarIsHeaven @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #AsAboveSoBelow #LordCanYouTellMe? um, nope...yep #Higher

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POINTS, LINES, ANGLES & FORMS *
by
Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Monday, January 14, 2019
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In or out of the redwood forest, you move until you cannot move any longer, you want to be
Never want ‘not to be’ and it will never be the question unless I turn up a terminal, trust me
No reason to fabricate the truth since it’s unbelievable just alone, by itself without a doubt
Planet alive, grown from scratch, moving to the mulch, appearance of my love, my heart.

Pertaining to the monsoon of my tears crying because I’ve been forsaken, mama blessed to be
Happiness a final goal but only captured a moment at a time, never more than a day for free
Even if you pay the piper and do what pied pipers require, undisclosed bundles, all fake news
Out on a freeway, turnpike or expressway from six to six, huffin’ ‘til hell’s bells ring the blues.

Pumpin’ up the queens and princes who become the sons of the inbred blue, leukemic blood
Sons of divinity and daughters of higher powers than the gods who live higher than Olympus
Maybe the things we call UFO in our mind our out of our mind, those things are in the hood
Our neighbors and friends and relatives all lose you and I to the groove in chumps’ soul dust.

Alive and movin’ on the stage until my breath comes in and out way too slow, drop the pedal
I am gonna go, ridin’ on the freeway in a pink or a white Cadillac, like it or not Chip and Dale
Pedal down to metal down the on ramp into the flow, signaling lane by lane, diamond’s bait
Groovin’ in the traffic in and out for the target is your heart baby, can’t wait to get to the gate.

Awakened at the beginning of the middle near the end of the whole shebang, slammin’ brakes
Stoppin’ on a dime and watchin’ the guy behind me NOT STOP & smash into my trunk, klunk
All in a New York Minute, spinnin’ Earth of sixty odd years finished in a whimper, I waked up
Laid out they called the body without the soul, without the higher spirit, Adam and Eve fakes.

Groovin’ around the center of the emptiness where the fullness becomes the used, refused
In and out of a holy vacuum, worms weave their way in and out of yesterday’s dirt, yet today
Pinpointed and isolated from the well adjusted, the maladjusted like you and I, drift far away
Touching bases with you, sliding safely into home, we end the game singin’ red wino blues.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Monday, January 14, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST * header photo is my wife in the redwoods
{ drafted while jammin’ to HITS of my choice includin’ this little ditty from Everlast #WhatItsLike... on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8gZEox8Crwc }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

Sunday, January 13, 2019

#AlwaysAndForever @TheStylistics @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s- #DropTheTopBaby

HISTORY OF THE BELT, FEAR DADS
Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday January 13, 2019
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Suddenly with the blind faith of the followers, good riddance to the leaders’ deep state herd
Punks now in charge of the rules and regulations for the Many who can’t live, a mere nerd
It’s the nature of the beast where you blow up the house and the house loves you for a scowl
They want an encore and another until after midnight, when the coyotes and wolves prowl.

Switched the buttons to the way of the warrior not the fearful of knots that kill the robots
Check the pulse and there ain’t one, no beat of any heart that’s not there, no machine slots
At the junction where the dependents ask the leader for more because they’re starving now
Fasting anything for breakfast, lunch or dinner, a fat cat fantasy, found grace in a holy cow.

Leftover barbecue and food for thought remains from the philosophy of the bleached blonds
And the salted beard intelligentsia fresh out of Oxford and Harvard, consciousness in bonds
Not knowing that you and I are the only things that matter in the universe, we slight our self
That’s a learned behavior and here’s an amendment to the Rights, grown from a cell to en elf.

A gangster lean to the darker side where the orphans roamed, miserable, Evils ways’ ablatives
It’s all upside down and backwards so that you don’t realize that the Truth is about god booze
A thing itself, dead and gone, reflected in mirrors, dark seeds of smokey fire, dry ice’s knives
Stabbed and slashed at the end of the dream, goddess and god, greed of my blackened blues.

Traced packages of things themselves until they disappeared off of the electronic grid of gods
Permutation of the DNA in holistic, holy holes dug by hand-held hoes that dig this gig, bloods
Listen up now, be careful what you desire, since it’s your mojo, it appears ugly, like, you dig?
#Intent #Dreamer, as long as digestion lasts, ol’ #Jack’s legend just an invisible master’s rig.

White lightening or black magical chanting, all ways lead to the final step up or down Matter
Energy, first and last time you and I can recollect all of the stumbling and falling down here
Skinned the elbows and knees, antisepticized from the grease and grime of the gin and beer
All over the liquid dreams, magic spells on barroom floors, over and out, captain-chief-father.

I said it before, I’ll say it again, don’t forget, remember yourself, factoid now that God is free
You should have pumped it up the first time you heard it ‘cause now when I repeat the scree
All of the magic spells cast will be shattered and dogma will have consumed naked truth blow
Company bones to show, stalkin’ pure red blood in a puddle of blue blood, OMG, E I E I oh!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Sunday, January 13, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to #WhiteNoise inside the cranial vacuum within and listenin’ to the The Stylistics #IWillLoveYouAlways & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/oS9wuhLpwOQ }
  
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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