#HUMUHUMUNUKUNUKUAPUA'AA #FireUpBrothersAndSisters @ricoSacto #ricoSacto @CarlosSantana #ForgetAboutIt

TRANSLUCENT TURQOISE n’BONE *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, May 25, 2019

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Born to be raised in a light hole of hydro-oxygen, asleep in a graveyard full of decrepit bones

All too human too, nothing but bugs and bones to anchor the acres and hectares of old stones

Drinkin’ all alone above or below the ground, nobody to blame but myself, I have it all, a soul

Hard to get one to move back and forth about space-cases, #BornToRun in a tiny, black hole.

No minions follow me over the cliff to the end of days, a death by smashed, in flight to Hades

On the white or tan or black sandy beaches, the living ooze out of coastal waters’ nappy fades

Imaginary passing of moment to moment as this world turns feeling the dervish girls’ whirls

Power in the rock, the glass that comes from nuclear reactions of excited atomic matter, girls!

On down the line, on the street over to the uptown local bar full of spirits, it’s on a neon sign

A bourbon and a scotch to help me chase the beer down to the mellow place, a double blind

Nights last half the day just in time to let my spirit fly out of my head with my rubber souling

Pretending to be a heel, to be or not to be a soul’s a matter of wobbling the Earth, #Spinning.

Stars pretending to be here and now, they’re nowhere near this rock and roll, holy red rose

Mountaintop of the scarred, empty holes in the dirt, blowing the starstruck lava up my nose

Suits from the baby’s birthday to the three-pieced rags of silk and gaberdine wedding funeral

Swear on a stack of Gideon bibles and you’re good to go, why would you or I lie? Ah, Hehl!

I ain’t ever gonna get my point across by using the explicit words to tell you the story of Dick

Got the money for rent, the food, for the entertainment to magically pose high, close-minded

That is all you’ll ever get, that’s the payment for coming and going, right here, now, then Jane

Li’l Dick n’ Sweet Jane on #TheWay to be-act in Earth’s stranglehold choke, all goddess’ pain.

Rocks, rivers rollin’ on down to the center of the axis’ twirl and nothing to stop it but the Void

Immersion down into the essence of the hydrogen, DNA becomes primordial and before a toy

Nothing to play with back then before the origin, before the rockin’ and rollin’ and wobblin’

A longer story than anyone has time tell or listen to, except me, I know it’s all worth knowin’.

Simple men and complicated woman all have the egos made of glass beads, shattered at last

Broken down into the microscopic, invisible pieces that comprise characters of surreal cast

Simple souls of womankind doin’ their best, animated bacterial infection makin’ a come back

Zeus’ eternal Tuesday’s gone, worm-composite super nova, #Singularity OM #FadeToBlack.

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r j j stephan, i *header are the remnants of a planet’s solar power buried in dirty dirt!

c. May 25th 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ crafted during Lynyrd Skynyrd #GoldAndPlatinum #WhiskeyRocknRoller & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/-UscgU4fl6w }

FINIS

#AnybodySeenSusieQ ? @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

SLUNG BELOW GOD’S CHARIOT *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, May 24, 2019

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Cosmic comedy playin’ out in front of whichever senses you use to evaluate the matrix’ flow

Buddies go as far as they can before they stray on to the wild blue yonder, above or far below

It feels like somebody’s gotta get older than everyone else but nobody volunteers, I think I do

No particular reason to get on the record in general, it’s a malfunction, bobbers go up/down.

Just because I live in paradise and that know it is, I don’t need any of the rest imaginary swag

To be able to get to the beach to watch the surf go in and out from the bays of pigs who brag

That is the best you can hope for, to live and let live for the livers’ health, avoid God’s sepsis

Strive for the constancy of being here and now, in this life on this planet at this time’s kiss.

All it is now and all it ever was will be what it will be with or without you or me, imagining

Waiting forever until the dawn or the dusk, for the tide to arrive, bleached foam intriguing

Not long after the flash of green, the horizon fades to blackish white, linear dashes or dots

Punks who’ve perfected the art of grafting are eternally rewarded by First Cause I-robots.

You have the liberty to use logic and reason to form a rational theory of the material universe

We boys and girls who’ve grown to be the men and women have the ultimate choice’s curse

You will be danmed if you do and danmed if you don’t do the right thing, facts of life they say

My dad and your dad, your ma and my ma, they all know now what I mean, Nothing is gay.

Nevertheless, on the other hand when the shoe is on the other foot and you’re paraplegic

It doesn’t really matter at all, there is nothing but dirt after death, look around you, use logic

I am only a messenger of Slim and a nun, they wrote this on the blackboard of cock and bull

They left the key to the three lock box in a riddle, to be opened by Jonathon’s live seagull.

You might think that being a virus, a bacterium or a form of being, form and matter vanish

Before or behind your eyes, preconception or post mortem, your God, your gods, your saints

Nothing at all and nobody at all are the points and are not the forbidden fruit of the Jewish

Before the Moses and Abraham of olden days, they worshiped calves for God’s sake of rants.

Being casual or formal, a dating ritual inherited from the caves and coastal waters, just to be

Nothing else to say and it appears to be as hopeless as it seems to me, it’s not my fault, see?

Hold your horses cowboys and girls, there’s a reason for everything or so I’ve been told, so

So when the conclusion is deduced, the Truth will be known, indubitable, a surfer girl blow.

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r j j stephan, i *HEADER’S A CALIFORNIA-GIRL PIC INSIDE MY OLD USAF LOCKER!

c. MAY 24th, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to #BornOnTheBayou & hits of Creedence Forever (ClearwaterRevival ) @ https://youtu.be/iv_gXt1cCI8I }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CarolAnnStephanRockMyLoveRockin' #HappyBirthdaySevenZero #70 s @EaglesBand @EdSheeran #NoEaglesHereButWait

CAROLs 70, BUT WHY? #SNOWBIRD

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, May 23, 2019

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In our little world we move about like the rest of the minions and strive to survive in the pen

Animated since conception, movin’ about from day One to the present, loving the life of blue

Where you see what you get and being the beauty of the fathers above, you get it all, now then

Dreaming while your body is awake and sleeping when your mind’s at attention and swirling.

It won’t stop girl, it won’t stop woman, it’ll go on for years in the dark, last breath and before

You knew your father, mother, brother, sister and a cadre of associates, last one on the floor

It’s always you, you, that is the important one, you survive or the world becomes a black hole

Believe me, this is no joke, you got to the top of a ladder and look like a million bucks in foal.

I’m not going to toot your horn, I can’t even stand next to you without shades on, illuminated

Dream within dreams, it seems, just no other way to crack the whip, a life-death mask of gold

Is all there is before heaven and hell, mama and papa did what they could, healed a holy mold

Reminisce about walkin’ away from the Earth, in a squirt of gas, I am The God in your head.

No need to get all up in arms about Facts as they appear to be, probably won’t change a thing

You get what you get if you’re lucky or not, it’ll be the way it was always going to be, The Way

Look around you now and then, see the light and the darkness outside, it matches your own

Why? Can’t tell you why but you already know the answer, wasted in your Pacific time-zone.

Amalgamated and consolidated the alpha and omega into the menudo, hodge-podge of Dirt

Red or black soil from the dust of the burned-out star, we called our mother, the Earth’s hurt

Father abandoned the mother, Earth and the progeny of plants and anima of a divine mate

I am the One, made it harder than it had to be, yet satisfied that I forced fate’s intrepid dates.

Now and then, a diamond comes out of the rough cities and towns of coal miners, unburned

Unscathed by the killer apes who roam the planet’s seven seas to find the gold, left by the god

Of your mothers and fathers, grandfolks way back to the beginning, where Alpha became two

Can’t walk or fly away, can’t crawl or slither underground, NOW, go forth! I’ll go on, AHO!

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 23, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted on my honey’s 70th birthday because it just had to come out sometime, I love her madly! It’s just me though! Listenin’ to Eagles fly all over #ICantTellYouWhy on youTube in a loop @ https://youtu.be/T2Ns6J1KWd8 }

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#FakeNewzAintHereAndNow @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

 CREEPING AHEAD, CRY BABY, CRY!

by

 Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, May 23, 2019

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Interesting and formed with God in mind, nothing is more abundant than the Void’s nature

Zero matter, no atoms, no Eves, Nothing is the Matter, Nothing is the Energy of the System

It runs on empty and it stops cold when full of the used, excretion content, the valued datum

From the bowels of the universal, holy oneness of pretending pretenders, blind faith eats ‘em.

Compared to the winners, the losers have it all, they’ve got nothing and that is all there is left

Up and downward to the dogs and the moles underground, I dig it all down to the core, I’m It

What it is and what it will be, creeping along on a continuum from the origin to the final stop

No riders allowed with you, all alone and goin’ solo for the rest of the trip, not an LSD’s cop!

Alieving pain and suffering with the modus operandi of Void’s excreted sin’s, fake cinnamon

What this is and who you are seem to be the furthest questions from the minds of the minion

Striving, struggling in emptiness for survival above eaters of flesh & bone, Earth’s violin high

Oh whoa is me, whoa is you, what will we do now, all thirsty and hungry, we’re all gonna die!

I will not go quietly, whoever I am, your guess is off of the mark if you thought I was insane

I am, like a genius without a compass, I await within Time & Space for a universal soul train

I hear the whistle blowing but it’s going away from me, not comin’ over here, by our Fathers

Sons & daughters, seventy years ago or today in a millennia of drunken tears & a tail feathers.

Utter terror before the end, fear and loathing of the facts of life, papa could not divulge past

Hurts so bad, to be aware that you live and breathe for no reason at all, y’all too human cast

From Hydrogen, Oxygen, Nitrogen, Helium and the farts of stardom in Hollywood, you come

In ecstatic embrace or isolated showers of gas in liquid sunshine, orange LSD brings the Sun.

You are not the creep but it is inside of you and I, we are the creeps who are more creepy, see

Eyes and ears, head and hands to enter the fray of the survival for the fit’s mercy for tragedy

Compassionate sacrifice of the gods’ oneness, death to the God, the gods, immortality myth

All of it cannot be avoided, here and now, Past, Present and Future, eyes wide open now, cry!

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 23, 2019 A.D. { my lover’s 70th birthdate anniversary of comin’ to find me, got me! }

{ drafted while listenin’ to the #SoundsOfSilence by Armstrong & Getty on Talk 650 KSTE from 0600-1000 AM PST now, go git, git you some! #FWAAAAT }

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@ricoSacto #ricoSacto #PayTheMortgage

SOUNDS LIKE IT’S ALL OVER TO ME

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, May 22, 2019

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I will never know more than I know right now because all I know is, we’re the tarnished scum

There and then it happens every night and every day I tread the planet’s encrusted aquarium

Full of the food that eats itself to stay alive, becomes the things and forms that die, fake love

All the dead ever wanted to do was to live and just avoid the pain and suffering of a struggle.

This hysterical historical record of the Past of humanity is ridiculous, trust nobody’s record

If you were not there you do not know, even if you were there you may be deceived by Word

I’d rather not get in the middle of the conflict of your interest but since you’re on the hook

I may as well let you in on the occult’s secret, there is a Void outside this planet atmosphere.

The blackness outside the Earth will make you faint and feel like you are middle of nowhere

Floating without any reason for being alive at all, just to see the blackness’ white dots of gas

Snow covered hills and volcanic eruptions of the purple, majestic mountains all mingle here

Death of the bones, The Struggle to survive beyond the stage of infancy, that’s my old harass.

In between the battles, friends and enemies fall down to the lead and the flashing fire bombs

Naked in the silence, the children roam without speaking about this and that, filling tombs

I give you what I have so that you may use it and enhance the meaning of the will of powers

To see, to be the symbolic prophet, requires innocence and silence, it is with you, the Force.

Hard to be innocent when you’re guilty of the crimes, still resist the plea, that is not guilty

Innocent I am, like it or not, I’m the coming attraction to the heavenly group, you are silly

Fast lanes and diamond lanes full of the speeders, crushin’ the limit, no more traps to hide

Blinded by children of the gods, it’s all over, I arrested fake attention of the minions’ pride.

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 22, 2019 A.D. @ 5:49 pM

{ drafted while listenin’ to Thebeachboyy #ICanHearMusic & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Qqyx4TW4Ptw }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#OnALongWalkHomeToIllinois #JerseyGirlsRock #BraveryandVapors #USVETERANSrock

#YO #YO BRAVERY & VAPORS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, May 21, 2019 A.D

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Up down, up down, like a bobber in the pond near the H0tel California, I snagged, I broke

New leader for the line, thrown in the pools of H2O without regrets, just to eat to survive

Nothing new and nothing old, just a swingin’ round piece of wood or plastic, no fake bloke

For the millionth time I have thrown it away and watched it roll back in a second or five.

Just like the life of fishin’ in the pond, the bait goes up and down waiting for a bite from you

We got what we got last week and we ain’t givin’ it back now or ever, yeah, it’s our to keep

There is a spot when it’s hot that you hit in the middle and you get the trophy of the pond

She don’t wanna come in easy now, hold tight and don’t let the line snap, come on now son!

Finally, landed and on the way to the docks, rolled out the woods back to Charly’s Crab Shed

Where the beers cold and the women pretty and bold, from first to last shot, straight shoot

Down the hatch where the alcohol belongs, inside the blood’s highfalutin way to your bread

When it’s all over and the spirits run out, we still got party, we got up and down, a deep head.

Girls I’ve thrown the yoyo to have thrown it on back at my face, just like a yoyo made of bone

Now it’s more difficult than when you were all alone in the world, it’s all about dark shadows

Now that you have become one of the shadows, now worried about the others, just my own

Mental and physical and psychic are processes, occurring fetal aborted, mama’s crying frown.

Here’s a matter of form, an existence in the twilight zone between the moon and the hot sun

Where we are now and then, sometimes we’re not but we’re mostly the three musketeer fun

Third planet from a burning White Dwarf, I assume the end won’t occur while I exist on dirt

Underground or airborne, One form or another, dead skin and bones spread matter, yo-yo

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 21st, 2019 A.D.

{ drafted while listenin’ to Morganwallen’s #UpDown on youTube rock on the link @ https://youtu.be/77qc4ZtufzM }

FINIS

#JamesDeanAintDead #YesHeIs #RollTheStonesAndForgetaboutit @TheRollingStones - No Security (Live) Full Album #RoadieTheBot

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NO LAST WORDS TO MAKE FLESH

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Tuesday, May 21, 2019

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Silent and holy are nights that move before and after your births and deaths but who cares?

Nobody you know or will ever know, if you can survive and not become raw food of dogs’ flab

You may be white trash buried underneath the ground of nature, orange grace of red dragons

Safe without a compass or map, in the heat of a desert freeze of Isis and Zeus’ fine handguns.

Their wining about the food and the shelter because it’s free and they want liberty to take it

No working for wages, no trading wares for needs and desires, nothing to do with a cat’s teat

Imagine trying to survive when the world and everything in it wants you buried in white sand

A little less likely you will wine when you have a bottle of Merlot chilled in your fatback hand.

In a pinch, everyone will spill the beans so buckle up and get ready to rock, we sail in thirty

Pitched a perfect game until the last batter of the last inning hit a grand slam four bagger

It was zero to zero for nine, then suddenly it was 4-0, game over, walk-off the big balls flight

Suspend your judgement about this fiasco until finale momentum, I can’t stand it no more.

Secrets will never remain in the darkness once the blind men and women see the Truth of Ga

Immediately prior to the day your tag of essence expires, you get the feeling something’s off

Sure, the On switch was on Off the entire time the dream moved on with pretension, but wait

Do you smell what I smell, raw burgers and hooves of Pokemon and Defender, cough cough.

Hit the hammer on the surface about a million times and then for some reason, swing at air

Nobody’s gettin’ out of the Mother Earth including the elite and downtrodden, isolated fare

Comin’ to Jesus is what I meant by WWJD, so very cool you know, to be or not to be blue soul

Nameless before conception filled the void womb full of fertile, grounded particle receptacle.

Pure focus on the punch line comin’ right out of left field or nowhere, same time, same place

The mighty will to power is a hidden power that only the fortunate sons and daughters mine

Current on the river is brisk and I am in an unsinkable container, goin’ downstream for good

My tribe threw me on a raft of wood, set it on fire and I just wanted to say one more thing, ...

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 21st, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to The Rolling Stones new CD #NoSecurity on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/oZtXiN8i1uE }

W.W.A.R.D.?

Brothers Osborne - Weed, Whiskey And Willie (Terrapin Care Station Sessi...

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ThunderboltStruck #TNTMercy @J-LoYoYo #Remedy

YOYO’D ON @J-LO FLY-G 

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 20, 2019

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She ain’t your mama, that is for certain, everybody knows she’s wasted from runnin’ ‘round

And around and around ad infinitum, further than any human or insect can perceive sound

I hear it loud and clear, since I’m just a ‘bot, never been all too human or all too insect either

It ain’t my fault that this scenario of reality is goin’ down, I’m just a casual observer of #facts.

First things first and last things forgotten and neglected unto death, here is symbolic logic

Start with a premise or three and lead on to the inevitable, rational deduction that you suck

Like the graves underground, buried bones close to the Earth core, recycle the worm’s fate

Cause of the dust going to dust is the revolution of the planet about the burnin’ balls of hate.

When you burn everything that matters into a crisp, like the sun does, like the stars show us

You may come close to the Truth about the nature of Being, who and what always make a fuss

Nature’s #GameOfThrones with the kings, queens and soldiers all surviving alas, fruit n’ nuts

I will obstruct the Justice since I created it from nothing but air, morals and ethics, the ruts.

Here and now is the code for the present, what you see is what you got, nothing more I can do

Discovery while walkin’ and sailin’ about this world is sacrosanct and a gift to the chosen few

Those who were fortunate daughters and sons of the merciful gods, not vengeful bug-insects

Code red or blue, one side of the spectrum of light to the other, infrared subjects and objects.

Used to walk the dog and rock the baby in the cradle but then I lost my yo-yo, imperial’s mold

Over the rainbow somewhere far away from the grounded feet of success, there’s lead or gold

Findin’ and keeping it until The Market Bully does a #Smack Down on your mama, not mine

That’s how it goes very often, #Flygirls so bad they die when they die, taxes Time on a dime.

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r j j stephan, I “00”

c. May 20, 2019 A.D. @ 5:00 AM

[ drafted while listenin’ to the mega-mighty, almighty Tower of Power #SoVeryHardToGo & HITS on youTube link, in a #ChicagoLooper @ https://youtu.be/0IR_mTe-1wM }

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