#Bonzai @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #OnBeingBlogged (edited from original of Rocktober 2018) #HereComesTheJudge

EVERMORE ALONE, EVER AN EGO 

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r j j  stephan, I

c.  Mardi, ROCKTOBER XVI, MMLVIII Anno Domini @ 12:00 midnight

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Carrying on the variety, charming ends of a beach, out into the deep, free will of holier I-Sin

Got back to the future to the pivotal conjunction, inevitable finale of the play on sacred rockin'

Words being important for nothing more than writing in darkness on cave walls by shewolves

Or this and that place in space, this or that time living life as Earth rotates, counter-revolves.

Looking at the nature of the beasts left here in front of our sensory perception, they eat meat

We’re meat on bones, not the children of God or the sons, daughters’ of man, raw flesh of Ra

Talkin’ God or Yahweh or Krishna or Buddha or Zeus, I could care less about the name sheet

Same old tune, hummin’ ‘tween the human ears in your towers of Babel, po’ scat of yo’ mama.

You may or may not interpret the words in the meaning intended by the author, l’il ol’ me

That piece of flesh and bone, unintended consequence of painful first intercourse, oh mama

Over and over again, pregnant due to human rhythm of a holy man, a Catholic, hella papa

Invented from the ruins of buried books and hidden rock tablets of emerald n’ black gold.

So, go girl, as they say in urbanic ghettos of appalling DNA sprawl, suburbanite misanthrope

Political overthrow, random riots on asphalt, steel and concrete sidewalks crack, long walks

On the television or the audacious #ConscienceOfTheNation, an Eagle, bald, still just a dope

Diving for the salmon, talons lockin’ on to the steelhead’s face of shock, no sound, no talks.

Ears, nose, lips and mind in synchronized duplicity, #Fakeness for reals, unconsciously puny

That most souls who lurk in the emptiness outside of the Earth’s ebb and flow, on the money

A difficult decision had to be made during One accidental extinction of the species, it’s gloom

Holy vortex' hammer down, honeymoon over, One Thor & a Hammer are aloft, I say, doom!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. #ROCKTOBER16TwoThousandEighteen #Mardi @ 10:00 AM PST

{ penned listenin’ to the mighty Armstrong & Getty on Talk 650 KSTE 600-1000 AM PST }

NB. https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/?pname=kste-am&campid=play_bar&cid=%2Ffeatured%2Farmstrong-and-getty%2F

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Monday, October 15, 2018

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You will never be able to live it all down, the karma will follow your great grandkids to Heck

Right where the cosmic and galactic ooze wants us to be, here, now in ignorant bliss’ Hitech

Chains of fools from Maine to Mexico and boomerang ‘round to Australia and hills of Nepal

It’s not anybody’s fault, there is no free will yet there is a myth that we have It, we don’t pal!

I said prayers for all of y’all before I stopped belief in the unknown Occult of God’s humanity

Sending sons of God, or a son of a God, a savior to save us from a human nature in our DNA

What in the holy name of all that survived the #BigBang are we going to talk about now, then

Space around the visible and intellectualized planet Earth, flat as a dotted line at a lion’s den.

What it is exactly though, these visions if you’re not blind, watchin’ it all rock steady, in synch

From side to side and up above, so below where we are, it happens because it must be, a stink

What a fink is exactly is precisely the unknown factor which will be unveiled, all in One byte

Maybe you might want to put some shades on or at least close your eyes to avoid violet light.

Innocent of the reason why we’re all sittin’ pretty down here in the Hollar Back Girls country

Above the River Sacramento, bottom of Love’s gold deposit, El Dorado mine, I declare see?

Claim’s mine, snapped my fingers, dug down into the red dirt, lookin’ for the divine soul cups

Full of shine in darkness’ light, all the same, all just star dusted, incredible freeway funkups.

Jumped in kind of late and the train was movin’ way too slow so I got a hotrod on the freeway

Speeding over a hundred in a white steed of 350 horses under the hood, rollin’ along my day

Go, go and I’m gone, on the entrance to the turnpike, the expressway, tollway, they’re all agog

We’re all lame, I think winged angels are in synch, before we drown, they come, Oh My God!

This ain’t a party, it’s a raw feeding frenzy, a festival of eating and transforming mastications

From one form into another, consummation of the animals and plants, excreting mortal sins

That’s all that is left after all is said and done, whether you’ve reproduced your DNA or not

Our DNA survived God’s random, natural selection as above, so below, only Strong survive.

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r j j stephan, i

c. One Oh One Five on the ROCKTOBER 2018 4:44 AM, Every Morning, or not!

{ drafted while listenin’ to Lightnin' Hopkins - The Blues on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/w49zuggg4PM }

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