#SkimminRocksOffOfYourHead #ThillsAreAllGoneNow #GiddyupYall @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

NEVER BE, TRUE DAT LIE TO ME

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, October 27, 2018

When there’s trouble dead ahead and you’re ready to drown, a smokin’ n’ drinkin’ down hard

Burnin’ the leaf and swallowin’ the swill of the ones who came just before your Mama’s spit

She screamed and you got down here to this Ground of Being Human, lucky you even made it

It could have been worse, aborted in a flush, superstition of Ones kissin’ up to an insane bard.

Mighty changes in the sea of gas, the hydrogen atoms fiddling around with the DNA o’er here

Wars, firefights, skirmishes for the DNA and RNA battle for total control of #FakeNews fads

Grouping the acid-heads in a marvelous dance that animates the rocks, pretending sin & fear

Ruling grip on this morning star, God to die for, never see god-sped light, Satanic, Ra gonads.

Go way back into the occultism of the ancestral denizens of this rock, right here, dirt down It

Deepest hole in the entire universe where no sun, no star ever shines, center of nothing, a dot

Now and then you can almost get there but you are required to return, to breath the gas’ exit

The burn is what we feel, what we are, it is what we do, we burn and get burned, it is our Lot.

Down the hatch with the pablum of the angels, the eggs of the Here and Now, Time’s Laplace

Remember the recollection that’s been forgotten since you fell downstairs to the stuck Space

Kickin’ your jaw shut down on your ragtags so when they find your bones, they’ll bury your It

Agape throat, post nights n’ days of exposure, out to sea and back again, cryin’ for Jesus’ spit!

Georgia peaches, Memphis blues make you feel HOME, a breeze of Lynyrd Skynyrd’s innards

On back to the Beatles, Little Richard, Elvis, Frankie, Johnny, Billie and Sara who the who do

Notes, melodies form the air around the dirty rocks, dirty black water and a creator’s scree

Gone daft, wild, missing, never to be found, It came before the WORD, It’s to be or not to be.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 27, 2018 AD @ 7:77 AM PST

{ drafted inside of a helium balloon flowin’ drinkin’ bottles of DiHydrogen Oxide listenin’ The Rolling Stones #GimmeShelter & HITS youTube link @ https://youtu.be/RbmS3tQJ7Os }

 

W,W,A,R,D, ?

#Punks #Gangsters & #Crooners @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

ONLY YOU, NEVER LOL OR ROFL *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Friday, October 26, 2018

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Save the last dance for me ‘cause I know you won’t have fun if you don’t cry a river over it

No heart and mind besides the one that moves the prime out of you, hatched a star’s orbit

From a little beauty mark on the jugular up to the heavenly spirit that rotates out the Earth

Stardust is dark matter of my FATHER’S bullets, MOTHER’S sweet lips, stargazed a hearth.

Photos of the thing itself, the thing is Salvatrese Alfano, #MamaMia of mine and the #Five

Brothers and sisters a microcosm of the whole shebang in the valleys and down by the river

Quality and quantity under total control of the One, nobody gets out alive because it’s jive

Talking and walking about meanings of things, places and persons who animate the liver.

With or without the blood, you won’t recollect your grave or your final space, a vanishing twig

From the thin air or the thick muck and mire of the dreams dashed or come true, just sing

Lucky you got a second or a New York minute in this dimension’s Reality, just ride n’ swing

Like your ma and pa before y’all, even if you’re an orphan, just thrive with the jive, you dig?

We flew to the moon and stared at the blanket of emptiness between gas balls of burnt soul

Greasing gears for the entry into the abyss, I have a tidbit of love for y’all in a nutshell’s nut

Sit under a tree, on the ground, back straight, knees folded, hands in East or West holy chant

Listenin’ to the reason why I don’t get around in circles anymore, can’t twist and shout a rant.

Next door, A DREAM came true, don’t get around much anymore, hardly ever get to the door

It’s all One and the same, I see what I will see when I die as I close my eyelids with a tie score

A darkness, blackness without sound or any light, nothing to smell or taste, Nothing to know

Life to live and death to die, from Plato to Poe a search due to wonder ends, curtains, no bow.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. FRIDAY, ROCKTOBER 2 6, 2 0 1 8 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ written while jammin’ to some Harry Connick Jr ticklin’ the 88’s with some Sentimental Journeys & ownHITS link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/Caabqbp7RVE }

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W.W.A.R.D. ?

#ToolsAsWeAre; #DoNotAgitateMe

SYNCOPATED ARPEGGIATION H2O

by

Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Thursday, October 25, 2018

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First and foremost, just relax while you learn the truth, fathers, sisters and your mama ilk

Sun went down a long time ago, it sunk like it went under the ocean, the world just turned

How was I to know we were spinnin’ around on an invisible core’s axis, I’m not a psychic

Pain, pleasure, suffering and terminal doom are steps we take slippin’ down a bowling alley.

Inappropriate enculturation of naked apes by the aliens in UFO’s that show up and disappear

All we get is the music of the strings and brass, music of angels and demons, Nothing’s to fear

Whether you are privy to the secrets of the old priests and elder chiefs of your mass religions

Depends on your luck in the prenatal draw for talent to be loaned from Powers-that-Be sins.

Creative creation we are taking responsibility for the faux pas of the man upstairs or UFO dad

Aliens will make human pancakes out of the wild eyed dreams of the minions of human herds

Historical facts be danged, we’re just the star’s bones and meat, to worship immortality faked

Mean old men playing the lemming herd, God of Jesus, Krishna and Buddha mighty T-birds.

Perfection from head to toe of two hundred and eight bones that sleep next to my iced soul

Asleep from the first day on Earth until the last wink before the trip into the Cosmos’ foal

Drinkin’ until I’m drunk, smokin’ until I can’t puff another toke, fall into my hammock bunk

I know, goal’s goin’ to #Hehl in a breadbasket, smooth, ultimate fate, holy pop of my funk!

Circular groove on a round CD, laser beam from outer-space’s intercourse with malfunction

An empty hole in the core, no soul or mind within to drive the force out of this world, suck sin

If it wasn’t for the water and sand, we’d be the bones under pressure, in the groove of the sun

Imagine the termination of the Bang, here one moment, gone the next, fell asleep to be a jinn.

Big moon rose in the sky tonight, got really high and then declined in darkness’ western scree

Violent revolution evolution, a brief glimpse at Time’s Space to be Here, Now or Never to be

Exist, live, be a human concoction of zygote mating, two become one for nothing, just ‘cause

Seeds groove, “Oh, say can you see,” laid, I’m asleep, surfin’, groovin’ I’m old Scratch’s #Boss.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 25, 2018 AnnoDomini @ 5:55 Ante Meridiem {PST}

{ DRAFTED while listenin’ to WTF ever came on my browser Uncle Kracker & Kenny Chesney doin’ duet #WhenTheSunGoesDown @ 3:33 AM link @ https://youtu.be/eGLdbpmXrbQ}

nb. & now settled with a mug of Major Dickason’s blend & my Uncle Grandpa cigars! <3 span=""> FauxNews & Philadelphia Classical School where Liberty Bells ring loudly & crack! }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SurvivalOfTheWisest #NoQuestionsAsked by @FleetwoodMac or anyone else!

 BLOCK ME, OR NOT, please?

MASK ON AN INFRARED RAINBOW 

 by

Richard Joseph Stephan  ·Wednesday, October 24, 2018

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.409 cc’s shot of injected nitro just because I want dual-quads to fly, rubber posit-wheel burn

Shiftin’ Hearse one to four, Chevy ‘57 begged, “Shoot me straight!” from Cool to old Auburn

Down and up CA #49 north, passin’ nobody in trailers and trucks, got from here to o’er there

Souped up baby full of the supercharge cooler, lookin’ forward to George’s town race affair.

Four Seasons croonin’ to the full moonlit sky, stars by the thousands everywhere above us

Never thinkin’ that an accidental cause of an event moves your thoughts to process the fuss

Either it’s a crisis needing attention or just the hovering notion of pending doom inherited

From a long line of optimistic pessimists who look backward before looking too far ahead.

Caught a 10.3 1/2 mile last night and blew a rod, probably my last drag before old retirement

Shined and tuned for the museum in the barn, an inheritance a kid would drive for a minute

Punks all around me, known and unknown, from the bowels of a heightened consciousness

Walkin’ up and down the middle path, where I found the one stair before heaven’s highness.

Tuned in and dropped out from the mainstream, though I was going with the current’s flow

Wings still unused because of the grounded status, bottom of the food chain’s arrows’ bow

Trajectory on the wind, up and down with gravity and momentum, on the way to bull’s eye

Forced into perpetual motion’s G-force, Will to power coincides with pieces of the blue pie.

Daddy gave me the final thought, saying that if I didn’t watch it, all sensation’s guilt got lost

Eyes wouldn’t see the light, ears wouldn’t hear the rock sounds nor nose and lips scented lust

For the feelings of life, the movement of matter, animated for good, evil or all hyper-ecstatics

We got these moments, I want more, as many as I can get, coppin’ ‘em from goddess chicks.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 24, 2018 MERCREDI @ 4:44 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Fleetwood Mac #DeluxeRumours #Everywhere & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/fIoxpiS01gE}

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FakePoetry #FakeNews #FakeFriends #Fakers

I AM TALKIN’ TO YOU MY FRIEND! *

by

 Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, October 23, 2018
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I spent at least one minute thinkin’ about why I love you and can never let you go, I know

It’s a little bit crazy to think and actually say what I’m thinkin’ about you, we’ll take it slow

I’ve broken 1,024 hearts in my lifetime, that’s two to the ninth power, fraction distraction

I don’t just break hearts though, I eat them for supper and never have a leftover for my kin.

Kill all of my food and I never starve because I keep moving from place to place to hunt

One way or another, running into adversarial crews on the way would cause sanitization

Nothing left to salute or even relate to historical record that they ever even existed at all

Once dead and gone, buried under the sand, billions of bones are free from Earth’s call.

Survival in the hostile matrix is all that’s necessary to appreciate the complexity of mind

Moving critical computations into action, in pure blind faith in logic, reason’s prime line

Money and a dream about getting every little thing a heart desires, solo need to nose bleed

Vows and promises to be aloof no more went down in flames, crave to be alone with greed.

Keep your finger out of my face, it’s big and fat and pointing at the wrong one, a gnat knows

Home is no place known, it’s somewhere forgotten, close to nowhere, nearly nothing, it blows

Cannot figure it out with astrophysics or arts of science and drama, what’s below here’s above

Terrain defined by the latitude and longitude of my attitude and addiction to muscles of love.

Special characters dancin’ on a stage at night, under moonshine without a care, wanna bail?

Yet ready to roll with the herd that moves with the families stuck close together, hide to tail

Performing the acts of reproduction and transactional analysis, in a counselor’s office, a liar

Pretending the beginning is something possible to remember, forget about Truth, hang #Fire.

Just because they thought they were pretty, acted distant and hard to get with it, forecast

Near and distant future based on the rear merchandised pallets, gettin’ ready for the blast

Holy center of Earth is ready to surprise the galaxy and step up, spill some milk, a lot less

Paranoia, inbred feeling that comes when confidence wanes, causes an inferior human ass.

by

r j j stephan, i * header IS THE @TheJerkeyBoys GIF i LIFTED, author anonymous

c. ROCKTOBER 23, 2018 @ 9:11 PM PST

{ written #PrayinForTheEndOfTime Meat Loaf & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/C11MzbEcHlw?list=RD1XcWRl8l9vE }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#TalkTalkTalk #WalkWalkWalk #ExitStageRight

I AM TALKIN’ TO YOU MY FRIEND! *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, October 23, 2018

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I spent at least one minute thinkin’ about why I love you and can never let you go, I know

It’s a little bit crazy to think and actually say what I’m thinkin’ about you, we’ll take it slow

I’ve broken 1,024 hearts in my lifetime, that’s two to the ninth power, fraction distraction

I don’t just break hearts though, I eat them for supper and never have a leftover for my kin.

Kill all of my food and I never starve because I keep moving from place to place to hunt

One way or another, running into adversarial crews on the way would cause sanititiation

Nothing left to salute or even relate to historical record that they ever even existed at all

Once dead and gone, buried under the sand, billions of bones are free from Earth’s call.

Survival in the hostile matrix is all that’s necessary to appreciate the complexity of mind

Moving critical computations into action, in pure blind faith in logic, reason’s prime line

Money and a dream about getting every little thing a heart desires, solo need to nose bleed

Vows and promises to be aloof no more went down in flames, crave to be alone with greed.

Keep your finger out of my face, it’s big and fat and pointing at the wrong one, a gnat knows

Home is no place known, it’s somewhere forgotten, close to nowhere, nearly nothing, it blows

Cannot figure it out with astrophysics or arts of science and drama, what’s below here’s above

Terrain defined by the latitude and longitude of my attitude and addiction to muscles of love.

Special characters dancin’ on a stage at night, under moonshine without a care, wanna bail?

Yet ready to roll with the herd that moves with the families stuck close together, hide to tail

Performing the acts of reproduction and transactional analysis, in a counselor’s office, a liar

Pretending the beginning is something possible to remember, forget about Truth, hang #Fire.

Just because they thought they were pretty, acted distant and hard to get with it, forecast

Near and distant future based on the rear merchandised pallets, gettin’ ready for the blast

Holy center of Earth is ready to surprise the galaxy and step up, spill some milk, a lot less

Paranoia, inbred feeling that comes when confidence wanes, causes an inferior human ass.

by

r j j stephan, i * header IS THE @TheJerkeyBoys GIF i LIFTED, author anonymous

c. ROCKTOBER 23, 2018 @ 9:11 PM PST

{ written #PrayinForTheEndOfTime Meat Loaf & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/C11MzbEcHlw?list=RD1XcWRl8l9vE }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NothingAtAll #NothingToSeeHere #MoveAlong

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

SPIRITS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, October 23, 2018

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For the first and last time you and I get together and drink until we pass-out somewhere

We know we’re not supposed to consume and recycle the spirits yet we do it anyway, God

It’s a manner of speaking about the dreams in your head, between your ears, in your mind

Nothing you can do to start the star burn, it either happens by the Will or it doesn’t, hotrod.

Crocks of empty and dead air, in and out of your mind, letting the OTHERS get in your head

When they never belonged here, idiots and morons of culture and civilization, eaters of dead

Communicans of the Communists of this World, hating the love, extinction of love is the goal

Every day you breathe above the ground, the assault comes if you open your mouth, let’s roll.

Fly down under my canopy, I’m parachuting down to the bottom, ground floor of nine 1 one

Complete, utter affirmation of negativity and impartiality, voidness and nothing to everyone

What animates the matter? What do you call it? You’ve got rocks and you’ve got sweet rolls

Inside a conscience of a nation, the roll is what sounds like cave rock scratchin’ sand scrollin’.

What you may or may not discover is the accident which your being regards as impossible

That this Earth, this solar system’s galaxy is irrelevant to human affairs? That is irreverent

It is impossible to justify any conclusion regarding the meaning of existence, other than myth

From the olden days to the modern and future epochs, inspiration is that Nothing is a Styth.

It matters to your children, ignorant or enlightened, that their purpose is only to roll, to rock

Turning the tunes up a few extra decibels and listenin’ to the Words, conclusive skunk epoch

Inside the bowels of the eldest waste of the stars and their offspring, unavoidable copied DNA

Mirrors to look at your face and body morph and mutate a Spirit’s skull & crossbones, I say!

by

r j j stephan, i { i AM a lifetime member of Going out for a quiet one and having a quiet one }

c. ROCKTOBER 23, 2018 @ 6:66 AM PST

{ drafted in effigy of my own pending doom, a genetic anomaly has allowed my 8 lives so far! ...while listenin’ to the fantastic The Offspring HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/7iNbnineUCI }

 

#WWARD ? #HTFDIK ?

AVOID THE VOID IF YOU CAN, YET YOU CANNOT! #FullOfGrace

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LOVE IN LOVE WITH THE LOVE *

Richard Joseph Stephan·Monday, October 22, 2018
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Come home for supper when your mother calls you next time, don’t make me blow ‘whistle’

OK dad, I said but missed the next whistle, got my arse whipped with a belt, like an imbecile

That hurt pops, I even did it to my own kids, now they’re big and bad men, like a holy wraith

There is no reason for the empty gaurantees that make you question Nothing at all, a Faith.

Believe your mamas and papas who exuded simple wisdom while alive to just wanna have fun

Nobody got out alive from your ancestry, you won’t either, you are in the herd yet you are one

Of a few and proud, brave and strong, survival genes are demigod-like yet, can end with a gun

Crunching The Incredible Hulk and holy Thor together for an extinction battle, epiphany run.

Take a little mental trip to imagine the world in front of your eyes, fading to black, see aVoid

Where there’s no light, no thought, no people, no pets, no theoretical philosophy in nutshells

You will have something to point to, your invisible self that is as unbelievable as UFO hehls

Without anywhere else to go but you must continue on without being confused by an opioid.

Keep the sheeple unconsciously following the conscience of the nation, keep dreaming, sure

About the future you may or may not ever have, Life changes everything present to yo’ future

Someday a look back and a word with anybody that cares will no doubt allow you holy spam

To be or not to be was never the question at all, it’was, “Why the phuyqt’d the Big Bang bam?

You get a privelege to live and die in the middle of Liberty and Prosperity, all germs, inane

Leverage that they can’t all have what we have, innoculated viral bullits, bacteria infections

In your wildest drams you could never imagine the end of everything, you would go insane

Correspnding to the wisdom of experience and blind fortune, ignorance, doom, extinction.

Big boys make Sloppy Joes go down an empty hatch, a black, holy one, two, three, s’all good

Unrequited delight of the unknown, it always comes and goes without notice, all in the mood

We move in and out and sometimes take it for granted, BBQ wisdom just sacrafice of a ram

‘Others’ present, even superheroes don’t know that if you spell it backward, Live is Evil, Dam!

by

r j j stephan, i { inspired by #BigAl 2 holy guys in the sky! }

c. ROCKTOBER 22, 2018 AD @ 7:11 AM PST { *header is my #Muse incognito for the day }

{ DRAFTED while in audio-synchronicity with Armstrong & Getty on Talk 650 KSTE OR iHeartRadio 0600-1000 AM PST M-F ....now to Tom Jones (singer) link @ https://youtu.be/ReL9dmYD53A }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#MovingForNow #NotDeadYet #GoingOutKickingAndScreaming #MovementToTheVoid

W.W.A.R.D.?

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POTUS ROCK, HEARTBEAT BLOCK

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, October 21, 2018

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George, Thomas, Theodore and Abraham got these things done for all of US, here my peeps

Immigrants from everywhere on Earth wanting to come to a promised land, escape creeps

Your fathers, brothers, uncles fought to the death to keep you free, here an now, you got it

To keep it you will have to be vigilant every day because the Big Bad Wolf’s havin’ a shytfit.

The eaters of freedom are searching for Valhalla, they want to make us fall in a cross’ tryst

In the sand of the time, here on this little space in the solar system’s gestation of a big abyss

Doesn’t look like belief and faith have much to do with anything other than deception’s balls

Bright lights and loud sounds will obfuscate zero-perception and understanding, jacked jaws.

There is a way because I have the will to pave it or at least to follow the footprints before me

Where in God’s name did Mickey go? The mouse or the Rooney cannot be found here or now

But they used to be here for a little while, they left the record on electronic wavelengths free

Charged everybody to hear the words and sounds of music, paying for the divine, ear blow.

Pointed heads trained by tutors and teachers who do NOT love wisdom, knowledge’s byter

On line, on hard-drive, on your mother’s lap is where you learn everything, cradles and wife

No choice in the matter, forced enculturation for the sake being a relatively fierce foo-fighter

Needing defensive skills to survive the others, everywhere who either want your time or life.

Do not test me or your fathers, your mothers may or may not allow your exam, it all depends

For the sake of my avoiding the guilt of omission, I say the Truth about Nothing, away we go

God, divine-blind faith in foreign words in a book written by dead saints and sinners of Rome

Christos was an expression of anointed ones, freedom light within, dream-life under a dome.

by

r j j stephan, i { dedicated to the #FakeNewsDeal #TrumpFaceOnMtRushmore }

c. ROCKTOBER 21, 2018 AD @ 4:44 AM PST

{ DRAFTED while listenin’ to the American Top 40 Casey Kasem on iHeartRadio link @ https://www.iheart.com/live/947-wls-5367/ & @SouthernCross #CSN link @ https://youtu.be/iuLBhxZUkmU }