#ricoSacto

Monday, September 10, 2018

#NobodyLovesMeLikeSheDoes #DontLetMeDownEasy #LoveThatLastsForever


HANDS-UP, SYMPHONIC KILL-SHOT

Enforcement of the Law is a critical cog in the machine, Order is a man’s holy grail, ten-four
In the lobby or in the attic or basement, the penthouse or the cellar’s underground tide score
Everything is everything, a symphony, you know it, I know it knows, you do too, a victim law
That everybody knows everything that there is to know, no surprises before the gaping jaw.

In this space of Time, in this Tide so to speak in the old English tongue, woe be tide you curse
From the nun’s thirst to maintain order and obedience, the idle threat actually was a magical
Not an idle threat at all but a full-fledged #Spell of word conjunction which causes it’s effects
Now, I’ve got your attention ‘cause you’ve become defensive of your lock on an existence deal.

So, woe be tide back, if y’all hear me, ‘Charity’ & ‘Blessed Virgins’, Creator-God’s holy womb
They were all very nice, holy women who reinforced my mom’s pop’s interdisciplinary morals
First, Oneness and then ad infinitum with the Golden Rule, Ethics, all imperative allegoricals
Orphans spoke Latin at the altar of God’s ad infinitum sacrifice, old school gloom & doom.

Got a motor on your boat so use it to get across the water when it’s slick as glass, a plan son
In no time as all, you will know like only the dead and a few ‘other’ than dead, I am your own
Pinked out on this here and that there, in the name your father and an unwed mother, my ma
Father was a priest who forgot about the fornication celibacy, sister was my mother’s mother.

Yes, grandma was a sister of the blessed virgins yet she was not, and she became head sister
Provocative hair-brains comin’ out of the woodwork like roaches, a day before being hyper
When peace and love were the symbols of the day and death is final, no god ever made man
End of life’s a gas, 208 dead bones playin’ concerto on the 88’s, significantly, ‘all too human.’

by
r j j stephan, i { from Symphony #3, Opus 55 thru Violin Concerto in D major, Opus 61 }
c. September 10, 2018 Monday @ 7:11 AM PST
{ whipped up while listenin’ to @LudwigVonBeethoven on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/W-fFHeTX70Q }


W.W.A.R.D.?

Sunday, September 09, 2018

#NOT A REVOLTING DEVELOPMENT #SONNYSTIMEINSPACE WITH MAMA MIA


SONNY’S TIME, OH MAMA MARIA
by RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN·SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 9, 2018



It’s always 'round midnight when the moonlight hits me in the face with nice or wicked eyes
Hershey cocoa kisses under brow and lash, unbelievable feeling of caring all too human sighs
No broken heart for me ever on this little trouble that comes to me from my faux Buddha face
In the right place at the right time, I am living here and now because of sins and grace.

Being watched from the netherworld above this one, no doubt, no way she got the Jack
How this happens, I really do know but I don’t want to frighten innocence to get back
It’s not my time to make it burn or to hit the target because I shoot 99 straight A marks
Someday maybe soon, maybe much later or even never, it don’t matter, it’s all sparks.

From the conception of my life’s origin, personality subplot to come, sooner or way later
All the while as I thump the skins and slide the axe that I got to grind, I am so much better
Than the kings and queens who marry their cousins and couple with daughters and sons
Put yourself in my position or actually don’t do that, you couldn’t handle the Truth’s puns.

You call your father your daddy and you’re seventy but it ain’t my fault, mine’s stone father
That makes me a big adult and that ‘daddy’ moniker you use while speakin’ makes you a fool
Really, embarrasses anyone who is with you when you’re in public with strangers not jokers
Nobody acts like you on your stage and you are an evil example for the burning cow pokers.

A time or two, my daddy’s tattoos got kissed by my mama’s lips, anchor, mother & panther
I got the free sunshine and holy water, now the first name after a kid hit by a train? Gee z
Anyway, it wasn’t the kid’s fault but little Richard crawled and got stuck in the struggle easy
Never got to see another day after the train made little Richie roadkill Sunday after-sooner.

by
r j j stephan, i { “...when you slipped off those cut off jeans...made a man of me...” -- #21Summer Brothers Osborne }
c. 9-9-2018 AD @ 3:33 AM PST
{ drafted (for my Ma & Pa - R.I.P.) while listenin’ to a mess of Brothers Osborne #21Summer &#PushingUpDasies (Love Alive) & HITS on links @ https://youtu.be/_PKk62XccU0 & https://youtu.be/ogs2a_yS4v0 }

 

Saturday, September 08, 2018

#YoungerThanTheSun #MysticWindWinning


"It stoned me to my very soul........oh, the water, the H2O...hope it don't rain all day...like jelly rolls stoned me to my soul...like goin' home...and the sun came up.....let it run all over me..."  -- @VanMorrison

PUSH ME AWAY, LAST CALL
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Drink your martini and JD or JB neat, I don’t GAF what’s in the glass, empty keg of beer
Pushin’ away from the squeeze of that bar on the corner, broke me last year, I’m all here
Livin’ the life of luxury, triple pension and a part-time job cuttin’ grass in #Killer cemetery
Fishin’ on Saturday mornings when everybody else is either sleepin’ or still drinkin’, hey!

I am only an ape-man and I’m just like anyone else in this monkey suit, no offense apes
Naked ones are especially cheerful of their hairless culture, clothed and shod, coiffured
Goats’ smell gone with a bath and a spray, shower off, swim in the chlorine or salt H2O
Victoria knows deep down inside her soul that I am what I am and she is what she is, go.

No choice on either paw or either hand or either foot, is that right? Only angels GAF, Yo hey
You and your preachers and priests and ministers prefer that you confide in great Unknowns
Avoid dancing on the weekend, drinking all night long and premarital sex with strange bones
All of the dead guys and dead gals who used to live and thrive down here on Earth, dare I say!

Now that y’all can help the living you just stand there mute in outer space without wings, lord
No band playin’ or orchestra blaring classical or the rock or soul or country of a #Red Horde
Pink skin, sun-burned and blistered down to the bone, blood of god knows who from where
Yet, we’re here and it’s right now, in this space and this time, what you see, this is it. #HAIR!

by
r j j stephan, i { “Justice will be done.” - #ApeMan #SimpleMan #Anonymous Anonymous }
c. September 8, 2018 Saturday @ 7:11 AM PST



W.W.A.R.D.?