#SteamUpYourKeasterAMOS @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

STEAM UP YOUR KEASTER, AMOS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·  Monday, August 13, 2018

 

Carry your jiving behind back where the seven sons never shine, it’s only you winning

Loving and living the life you love, here and now in Presence, past flowing downstream

An era from that biological awakening teenager, stone cold war on TV screens, oh Daisy

Gold honey is still sweet and sticky just like the day it was conceived in love and ecstasy.

Pickin’ up the sticks, gettin’ down with the bad selves split into a billion stone cold souls

A moment runnin’ through the motion with the apples and pears, my rocks and my rolls

Magic or not, being blind, deaf and not as dumb as the ones with 20/20 vision/hearing

A foot in front of the other leaves a message that there’s nothing stoppin’ you, just sing.

Blame your mother and your father for your state of being on Earth, children end screws

Snoopin’ dogs or blood suckin’ leaches, we’re all related to the slugs of the fifth avenues

Places where the refused food doesn’t pass an aroma to the darkness and a lonely night

It pertains to you and I, breathe in and out, you know, hold your own, y’all cannot fight.

I won’t blow it because that assumes that number one, I am able to and two, that’s it, I will

What the...is this happiness? Don’t you know what I mean? Take it slow, just take a pill

Enjoy the ride like the boys on the bikes chant, just roll on until the end and then kill mine

Kill the life inside that your mother and father granted, down by the river, drinkin’ wine.

You shouldn’t smoke any more than you have already, don’t give up drinkin’ more beers

Some folks smoke and some just die without smoking, day by day, all smoke and mirrors

Clearly in hindsight it’s all the Glory of God, you must be pullin’ my leg, I’m drinkin’ rum

A case or a keg is the beginning of the party, down by the riverside, deserted seventh son.

Fathered through Man’s sight of a keester and scent of a Woman’s ecstatic embrace-scam

On a time line from then until then, here and now, I’m bumpin’ into the tired bump scam

Where our great grandparents moved along in health until death, now dead and gone, so?

It depends, I’ve got soul here and now but when I die, it’ll die with me, I am an Earth Man.

It’s an evolutionary scam to force the California Gold to surface above the ground of being

Red dirt whispering that there’s something deep down inside the coal mines, a diamond ring

Rocks falling and beating down to the center-core of the burned out star that we are, Dog

Backwards now, all together, what’s it spell? G-O-D! Yes, that’s right, God’s a Dog. Bark!

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r j j stephan, i { ...I blinked! 60’s recollecting watchin’ B&W TV Amos And Andy eatin’ nickel candy, rottin’ my chick-lets out 1 by 1 ! }

c. August 13, 2018 Monday @ 3:33 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the 5th Dimension “Ashes To Ashes” & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/K_K_yFws-b4 }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PERSEIDS ' BLOWN JOB IN PERSUS @ricoSato #ricoSacto

PERSEIDS’ BLOWN JOB IN PERSEUS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan  Sunday, August 12, 2018

For no reason at all, let me repeat, absolutely no doubt about this Truth, logical and rational

Rocks falling into the sounds of the Eternal #HellsBells where Nothing reigns, never rings It

Unmoved and a mystery to the elite of the Occult Wisdom and Knowledge of mankind’s cabal

Signs of a singular Time and Space that we’re in, lookin’ above and below a belt starlight skit.

I assume that anyone who uses language, written or spoken #WORD can grasp bare bones

Things themselves, whether your deaf or blind are still the things themselves, mitosis sows

It really doesn’t matter if the senses of the body are stimulated by the mind, pheromones

In the music of the tunes you can hear the rhapsody in blue, in red and black rock n’ rose!

Nothing more than the best there could ever be, opened mind to the light that heals wounds

Warms the frozen rock into the lava of the spewing, holy exit from the core to the sky bounds

Where no man or woman, no animal can go without the air of Jordan or the Atlantean seas

Utter awareness of the origin and destination of your soul, not mine, yours, give it up, please?

I went to church every single Sunday, to serve the priest’s mass before the saving, gold cow

Turning bread and wine into an imaginary transubstantiation of a flesh body and sanguine

Bejeweled chalice of gold runneth over for the sips of the sacrificial lamb’s pretending sin

As if God or the son or daughter of God could ever do anything wrong, please, come on now!

Benefit of the doubt given, monks, priests, nuns, holy men, holy women and half blind birds

That is the absolute and only path to the peace generated by that practice of trusting words

As if the people who knew the words before you could not have been deceived, magic sounds

With no infinite dialectic yet steeped in Earth’s mystic, muddy water, watch out for clowns.

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r j j stephan, i

c. August 12, 2018 Sunday @ 11:11 AM PST

{ written while enduring the mighty ZZ Top LIVE & in studio, on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/lAHGVK1AtnQ }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhereEyesComeFrom @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

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DON’T TURN ‘ROUND RIGHT NOW*
by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, August 11, 2018

Whether y’all are comedians or just a slew of disgruntled sons of beaches doing 24 hour days

Seven day weeks, thirty day months, three sixty five for eighty or ninety Godly soul, laser rays

Yes, you were born to rock and rule the universe or at least the path you tread upon this Dirt

Where you can pretend to be A creator, don’t turn around, you’re “All Too Human,” get hurt?

OK, let’s put it in an #ElectricCompany and #SesameStreet mentality that you’ll comprehend

A long, long time ago, you did not exist here and now, now you get it right? You’re zip, zilch

Even if you don’t follow me up here, come on with me to the ultimate conclusion’s dead end

Morons and idiots are both in charge and being directed by their own ilk, warlock and witch.

Are you with me or against me? I really don’t mind because either way, I win, you’re bereft

You’re not being forced to read this (Your mama is!) but that ain’t workin’ the Feds in beds

Want some MTV awards or the Commies or Oscars to show their RIGHT, on a far side’s Left

Yoyos goin’ up and down, on strings of the current ways of ‘ear-ringed’ committee airheads.

Bringin’ it all back around to the First Cause of the whole shebang, we can’t remember Birth

First things first, we all want to survive the assaults on our presence here and now on Earth

We know if there’s life then there’s death but try not to dwell on that wild-eyed, all the Time

Crack in Space, gotta laugh or you’ll cry, smile, this can’t be an accident, my God’s Sublime!

I took a stand right up there at the top of a hill where you can’t get much higher above ground

Mighty, qualified mice ‘n men, create a notion of an emotion to lead with a #FakeNews #hoor

Philosophical spunk allowing natural beasts to inject their pre-existence into utero quicksand

Here’s the pass, One’s foot in front of another One, my dead footprints out of the EXIT door!

Extravaganza concert of the most awesome Rock and Roll ever to grace the planet’s surface

In Time and Space, at a distant place that is all right there inside your head, behind your face

Inside the skull bone, under the cranium, stoked electrical charges move unmoved movers

You’ll learn to forget about me after I’ve been gone, #falling in Time grows on you phuqerz!

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r j j stephan, i { *HEADER is a ‘self-portrait’ taken with Nothing to show for the Void! }

c. August 11, 2018 Saturday @ 7:77 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Linkin Park #WhatIveDone & HITS on a youTube link that I can’t wash away @ https://youtu.be/8sgycukafqQ }

W.W.A.R.D. ?? nothing.