#ricoSacto

Wednesday, July 04, 2018

#ShakeItDown #InGodWeTrust #ItsRockOrBust

TO US, A 5th ON THE 4th, #LIBERTY
I was here before the American ‘natives’ occupied the motherland, the great father’s sun
Rocked steady and rolled over the land and sea, dove and climbed low while I was too high
But I found out what it was and what it is and will always be, freedom my way or the highway
Come on over to my side where only you will be, all alone without your mama or papa, son.

Before you turn the page and swipe your last happy gasp of hot air from this pea of a Cosmos
Born in Chicago like me or in the F.L.A. or SFO bay, even way down Encinada way, no mas
Pasta or a taco, in the windy city of child molesters of me, maybe you, maybe you got lucky
Maybe you were protected by a Big Brother or a Big Sister who’d die to secure your safety.

Little boys and little girls, home grown from conception to birth, 1st grade to PhD philosophy
Putting in ‘two cents’ they are allowed with the #FreeSpeech they enjoy, due to free and brave
Not words, but men and women who at least risked their lives, some gave It All, phuqin’ see?
Oh, no you don’t get it phonetically, got to spell it out, that cat’d be censored, equals a slave.

Not a martyr just a honky brother from another mother, in a honky-tonk south of El Paso
Red bandana catchin’ the sweat from the drippin’ ceiling, where senorita’s take a minute
To be or not to be, you get what you give and nobody gets anything for free, not here baby
It’s not a game but it is, @TheAction Firefox, #Freedom reigns in the R, W & B my Lady!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. July 4th, 2018 @ 7:11 AM PST
{ written while jammin’ to nothin’ special other than, well hey, #WhyCantWeBeFriends? & HITS by #WARtheBand WAR THE BAND on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/5DmYLrxR0Y8 }
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Tuesday, July 03, 2018

#WhenTheSunGoesDown #WellBeGroovin'

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KNOCK, KNOCK! WHO’S THERE? 
GET ALONG DOWN THE ROAD! 👃👀👂👅
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If we’re lucky enough to make it this far in life, we long for the place from which we
It may be that we were born from love or fear or accident but the bottom line, we hum
What it means to be obedient to the regulations, cut loose from pain, awesome freedom
Got the ends justifying the means in every single case, present, past and future of glee.

Stayin’ alive on top of this hardened mud, spilled blood and beer, wasted whiskey and ale
Among the buried and sunken pretenders to their mothers’ bosoms, I am the least of ‘em
Defenseless in appearance and deadly in retrograde motion, triggered by morons who fail
Not being able to predict futures, makin’ the same errors ad infinitum, way beyond the pale.

Lost being found someplace, twixt dirty core’s coral reefs up to snow-caps’ to dry sea banks
As if, this is the only time in Space that we’ll ever get, no reincarnate, heaven, hell, god dust
Historical record of Blind Faiths of fearful tribes we’ve descended from is bunk, incredulous
Liars lie and deceivers are sometimes innocent, merely lacking the facts, filling in the blanks.

Crackin’ the dreams open and awakenin’ the Ones who don’t know they’re asleep, believe It
Majority who rules believe that this world is just a place between where they’ve come n’ gone
Except for possibly a few proud, dyin’ lives of Homo Sapiens, god found out it’s a God’s song
The Way to cope with Truth, universal categorical imperative I am, that’s all, live and let die!

Only those who follow the leader are going to make it over the cliff, lemmings’ Nazi fall again
Whomever listen’s to the beat of their own drummer that nobody else can hear, One hears
Whatever it takes to be happy while walkin’ about and breathin’ air, smiling, no pain, no gain
Feeling, seeing, hearing, tasting and smelling the chemical interaction of H2, O2 and beers.

by
r j j stephan, i { Natalie Wood Actress & Legend are the ‘set of pegs’ above in the #header }
c. July 3, 2018 Tuesday @ 1:11 PM PST

W.W.A.R.D.?

Monday, July 02, 2018

SORE EYES EXPLODE, BEAUTIFUL!  *

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You are not the image reflected in the eyes of the one you love nor are you a glass of red wine
No spice grown out of the dirt of this burned out cinder of an ash, microscopic-macro divine
Please don’t follow this to the ultimate conclusion, assume nothing and conclude, slow-blown
All greased, it’s all wet down to the soul-rubber, prophylactic, invisible six-string down song.

It comes in orgasmic simulation of a star’s death, letting loose of the star stuff into the Void
As if the macroscopic and the invisible are One and the same microscopic and invisible, a toy
Playing games with the mind and body given or the ones stolen or borrowed for a time’s boy
Home run or triple, double or single, it matters little if any that the game’s all over, android!

Necessary condition is annihilated for the sake of the abyss’ presence of , dead star river flow
Men and women, old or young trying to stay alive without being killed, gutted, cooked, eaten
Perfectly deposited in the middle of the empty circle, the solid, liquid and gas mixing reason
In the deep, dark holy place where the orgasmic frenzy lurks to coax the effulgence to blow.

Not dreaming now, never dreamed at all and I never, ever will in the future, it’s all a mirage
Nothing to see, feel, taste or hear but you can smell the odor a mile away from a holy origin
It is the scent of the dead, fish, birds, gods and men, stench of places that garbage dumps in
Paradise of the imagination, what was lost and found without a clue, just the end of my Time.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. July 2, 2018 @ 12:12 PM PDT  
{ drafted while listenin’ to my iHeart station 94.7 WLS-FM-chicago https://www.iheart.com/live/947-wls-5367/ }
 
*HAPPY 67TH ANNIVERSARY MAMA & PAPA ALFANO/STEPHAN & HAPPY 64TH BIRTHDAY TO MY ONE OF MY FABULOUS SISTERS, @JoJoDomico & here's my JoJo tribute GOOD DAYS IN 1950 & 1954 !

@Radioactive#2068


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