#ricoSacto

Saturday, May 27, 2023

#AlanWatts & #FiletGumbo #RicePrinterFromHades #LooseLipsSingShips

ALL THE GOSSIP AIN’T GOSPEL NEVERTHELESS, L.L.S.S.
Y’all were never, ever missing anything you couldn’t do without, it’s all about War
No peace can ever be achieved by the conglomeration of the species’ DNA’s star
From the eyes or the odor-sensitive poly nasal passages, higher than a kite, I can
Wind up the map and take the rolled up directions to the bloody, iron steely dan.

Time is up, time out for everybody on every game field, expired infield & outfield
Watch and see the development, right before your very eyes, it’s a miracle’s shield
To cover my eyes & my vital organs between my head and thighs, it’s all real good
It has to be good because the alternative is either bad or evil, it could be my food.

I laid my hat everywhere I felt home circa 1971 ‘til 2022, played chess checkmated
Checked them & knocked the minions off of the board’s sixty-six squared & dated
Pawns behind at the front line’s defense, a good offense as above, so below flicks
Jacks & Jyls of all trades, maids in a row or tenders of the bars, just for the tricks.

Apes’ bones appear to be prehuman or posthuman, maybe both or neither, son
Range of life span for this life on Earth as we know it is between a zillion & one
Over and out of the Def-Com, in jest the whole shebang rolls like it’s hot cocoa
But it’s not, there’s a sweet, sugar bloody panic to terminate the river’s upflow.

New mink coats and diamond rings along with the jazz & blues’ backbeats silk
Off to the finish line, ‘round a final counter-clockwise turn, right on oozing milk
Horses, dogs or people, around they go, where it stops, nobody but God knows
Florida to Alabama & Mississippi & Louisiana, finally New Mexico, the AZ & CA.

I could have laid down and died a long time ago but my extinction wasn’t the chit
As if it ever could be, The Way with all the wonderful chit happening everywhere
Of America & it’s satellites on 7 continents, full of peace’s love or simply God’s sin
To be or not to be smack dab in the middle of the road, shebang comes to fruition.

Gargantuan models of promiscuous behavior causing broken balls & innocence
Too good to pretend that evil is anything but the scat that don’t go, mortal sins
Wish nobody had to recognize the facts of life, this accident is no divinity’s fizz
Mississippi River runs south to the equator, Amazon River to north, What it IS.?

Terror here and now before you meet your maker again, your father & mother
Both too high in heaven to see with my own two eyes, four with black shades
Swimming, climbing, flying, running, crawling, digging down deep diving her
Mother Nature and my own birth mama both had the egg, hatched me here.

There’s one way out, beautiful or not, it’s a holy, body-soul of a slow curve
Pitching in retrospect, it all comes down to the first to come & first to serve
Train rolls, get on or get off, no choice when you’ve done somebody wrong
Unintentional, flagrant fouls get the penalty, I think I heard it in a love song.

Paws off the ground, climbed high in the tall tree, top shelf flowers’ apex
Filled with the grace of the empty, vast Void of mystic fears of the perplex
On the job, on a knob, on trigger-finger to get ahead & win the game’s pot
All in or all out, alive or dead, eyes wide-open revolution, love’s what I got!

Free to die and to live like your ancestors, like ain’t no tomorrow at all, Man!
If you have that stone blind faith then why can’t you believe in heaven, blind?
In front of your face even if blinded by blacklight, you dread poetry, I’m a fan
Geometric, algebraic, triangulated in Trigonometric dots, a Calculus function.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, May 27th, 2023 A.D. @ 1111 AMPST
{ Drafted during existence while being enlightened by @AlanWatts lecture link @ https://youtu.be/ivTYfOWXLmw }

Friday, May 26, 2023

#TheMightyTemptations #GoFish #HarveyWallbangersMatter #ItCouldNotBeWorse #MAYHEM #FATMAN #DoubleBind #UnmovedMover

AS IF IT ALL MATTERED, OPINE ON  FISSION FUSION
Sorrow straight jacket of tears, weeping & gnashing of my false teeth
Honoring fake unknown fathers & dead mothers who died on two feet
Workin’ days & nights depending on whims of customer service drool
Peaceful or hectic, either way on the timeline, everything will be cool
 
Being other than the run of the mill student, I had summer school too
Actually flunked English & American Literature due to evil men’s tools
Priests and laymen of the cloth bringing the idiots into a room of fools
Bringing darkness where there used to be pure rainbow, cosmic stew.
 
No pride for the lions, they stole the cats’ familiar refrain, here Kitty!
For once in my life or maybe it was twice in somebody else’s life I see
Here and now, right in front of my naked eyes with glass lenses in hell
Thinkin’ everything through to the end, a function of failure & survival.
 
Buying time without money here in Space is impossible, buck an hour
Besides the obvious fact of life that Five will get you Ten, all in power
Until your 208 bones don’t move on Earth anymore, you eat humble pie
If and only if you’re not in a straight jacket, we all just higher to go fly.
 
Woke up to smell the roses, had to get to worm’s before early singing
Hungry to metabolize the Earth’s squirming life, runnin’ & composting
Just a bird on the bush, on the ground, on a branch of a tree, all dying
Right there in front of a God’s damned hunting cats, feed ‘em hunting.
 
Die if they don’t eat but they’re full of the grain & filler, still need to fly
Hunting is not the way of the inner self, the DNA genetic bone marrow
Filled up with punks making out with opposite triggers, dead tomorrow
Kids grown into other mean genes of the matrix, time to stop the cry.
 
To live and die without a reason is terrible, therefore it’s gotta be fixed
It’s not just to be or not to be, it’s out of the question, it’s all hot licked
Junkies of Sauce & organic compounded chemistry, high ‘til Dey dies
Presume the best is the worst & you’ll float as cream to the top of lies.
 
I faked it once or twice to avoid the painless, suicidal suffering of Truth
Be told as if anyone else cares or wants to float above it at all, forsooth
And if I am wrong & I die before I find out THAT this was all a dream fly
Into & out of the atmosphere of God’s head, I AM above, let’s get high!
 
You gotta admit, sometimes you’ve got it & at other times, it’s caput
Got it all straight from the elders, ma, pa, tramps, gramma all toots
In my head, as if they’re still above underground, all in a Gameroom
Compartmentalized between hearts & souls, dream monsters zoom!
  
by
 r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, May XXVI, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 444 AMPST
#MARK #BlindedByLight

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 * Dedicated to an old friend, @MarkNason & One of my Grand Pere(s) Giuseppe (#JellyBean) Alfano #SometimesWeCry
F I N I S
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Wednesday, May 24, 2023

#CantBeSoldCantBeBoughtBribedBridledOrBirdied #WARNING #WARNING

m.a.s.h. up, get down SUN
Heretofore as above, so it is below, you get exactly what you pay for, just hang down
From anywhere above the ground so that the mongrels can’t wake your inner clown
Up & down the bowling alley, in and out of the gutters on either side of the lane, son
Penetration of the barrier beyond the Space & Infinite Time, become a 4th dimension.

Inner sanctum of all jobs with work to be done before you & I die of heartlessness pain
Of nobody’s responsibility, the dream seems to be reality because if you knew, it’d rain
Clouds above and beyond the skies’ blue appearance when the water is heavy & down
In the crevices & caves to fill everything but the highest of the lowest, I king the crown.

Pouring H2O from the infinite pitcher into the goblets and mugs of the minions’ hands
When the vacuum of the void reclaims those gases & the atoms split into charm & love
As if it wouldn’t have been the case if I didn’t observe the displayed stimuli below above
It all comes down to this, if I might be so bold as to assert the beaches’ dunes of sands.

Everything happens for a reason even if you don’t know what that reason is, aw hell no
Would you believe people who lied to you your whole life?  Nothin’ in the world’s free
Nobody told me that if I didn’t work 40-60 hours every week until I die, I can’t even fly
Everywhere around this Earth, this whole world has only One finite choice, live or die.

Fumbled on the goal line for the last time, it’s sudden death & then my contract expires
End of the day, end of watchin’ points & stats stackin’ up on the sideline’s funeral pyres
All for one & one for all, at least that’s the word, it’s always Word, it’s all we got, man
It separates us from the rest of the prey of the gods, we’re in a class of hot wax in a can.

Cool old or not, nothing matters even if you think it does, you learned lessons well, swell
You can wait until the end to see what happens, blind in faith is the easy way, ring a bell
If you don’t believe in the things for the sake of feeling safe in the middle of a violent ace
It’s all mine, all yours, it’s all of us in the bag, it’s all ours, every bit, unholy empty space.

You’ve got to wanna come along with me, no draggin’ you into the stroke, now git git
On your own, it’s got nothin’ to do with me other than I’ll be there in a New York minute
Just whistle, pucker up and blow, I’ll hear you, I don’t know how, it’s an infinite fit trip
Monkeys poked around until they guessed half of the mystery right but they aped it.

All wrong and backwards, upside down & inside-out, it’s completely fit for a scat pit
Nothing personal but the responsibility is yours, it’s an existential certainty, piece of It
Puzzle pieces scrambled in order of straight lines and curved-cuts of a steel sling-blade
All is right and nothing is left, it’s in the open behind closed doors, to black light, I fade…

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi May XXIVth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 4:44 PMPST

{ #AintNothinFree @BigSmo crackin’ some joints, sippin’ shine link @ https://youtu.be/Lpink7LcufY }

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