#GodAndGuns #1776 @Freedom #DontLetThemTakeEm @ricoSacto #philosophia #ricoSacto

CONSCIOUSNESS' HO, WON’T SWALLOW

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, November 4, 2018

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Carnivore bites you and tastes your blood, it’ll crunch your bones, y’all kiss canine boldface

Dead maybe not but eaten you’d be, therefore better take pains to arm well, leather and lace

War’s arrows, bows, pistols, rifles, knives, swords or whichever tool it takes to finish the job

Selfie defense of your own and your family’s, throttle what you got, eliminate things you rob.

So, employ the unemployed or give the no-count riff-Raff free money and food-stamp doors

To make sure they got cold beer, whiskey and all of the skunk they can puff, punks n’ wimps

Participating tribal rituals makin’ it skin tight, out of sight, boys n’ girls down, neon pimps

Nothing personal, shotguns at one with being alone doesn’t mix in tribes of eleven to fours.

Wasn’t anybody holding you down like when you were thirteen and bein’ beaten by a pillow

From an empty, black hole with nothing to show it filled up with the refuse of the gods’ glow

Sun and stars above and below this mile we walk alone, sometimes good or evil, always Bad

All night rambling between my tiny ears, each side of the computing matter, orphans all glad.

Your mother’s father doesn’t matter, everybody gets grandfathered in, even ET’s from Venus

Women from Mars and angels from Saturn, Uranus and Neptune, gins, kings, queens, gods

You ain’t listenin’ to the Word or the Meaning or you’d launch, not your rockets but your life

On the way to the eternal mocking of the black and white shinin’ blowholes on matrices dots.

Jumped out of your clothes the moment I asked you if you needed your back scratched, yep

That’s exactly how the food needs to be, undressed and raw as the moment it got boned up

From naught but an egg, sperm, rusty love or at least lust, created gender-dead meat chops

Turned out to be alive and not dead, just unspoken and unbroken, opened wide legs and lips.

Way down from First Taste past two lips, way down to a kaput finale, flushed God’s holy fight

Boredom edge over the ennui and moved the gods to battle over the ways and means, Power

Shine on stars from the blackness, millions of years apart, find ‘It’ down at the speed o’ Light

Hundred, eighty six thousand miles a second, R, W & B rollin’ stones, I’m God’s Father. Man!

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r j j stephan, i { DO NOT GIVE UP & RUN! DON’T LET TAKE OUR GOD & GUNS! }

c. BLOWVEMBER 4, 2018 @ 5:55 AM PST

{ drafted while eatin’ a Georgia Peach in the darkness, under starlit skies of NorCalUltras

kicked to the ground in a mighty Void, #chickens on the side! listenin’ to Lynyrd Skynyrd

#GodAndGuns flowin’ through my circulatory system, #CominBackForMore link for the

PEACEMAKERS in the dresser drawers @ https://youtu.be/Gwd46EvhYw4 }

W.W.A.R.D. ??

#TheLeveeHasBroken @BrothersOsborne @LedZeppelin @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

CONSCIOUS’ HO, WON’T SWALLOW

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, November 4, 2018

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Carnivore bites you and tastes your blood, it’ll crunch your bones, y’all kiss canine boldface

Dead maybe not but eaten you’d be, therefore better take pains to arm well, leather and lace

War’s arrows, bows, pistols, rifles, knives, swords or whichever tool it takes to finish the job

Selfie defense of your own and your family’s, throttle what you got, eliminate things you rob.

So, employ the unemployed or give the no-count riff-Raff free money and food-stamp doors

To make sure they got cold beer, whiskey and all of the skunk they can puff, punks n’ wimps

Participating tribal rituals makin’ it skin tight, out of sight, boys n’ girls down, neon pimps

Nothing personal, shotguns at one with being alone doesn’t mix in tribes of eleven to fours.

Wasn’t anybody holding you down like when you were thirteen and bein’ beaten by a pillow

From an empty, black hole with nothing to show it filled up with the refuse of the gods’ glow

Sun and stars above and below this mile we walk alone, sometimes good or evil, always Bad

All night rambling between my tiny ears, each side of the computing matter, orphans all glad.

Your mother’s father doesn’t matter, everybody gets grandfathered in, even ET’s from Venus

Women from Mars and angels from Saturn, Uranus and Neptune, gins, kings, queens, gods

You ain’t listenin’ to the Word or the Meaning or you’d launch, not your rockets but your life

On the way to the eternal mocking of the black and white shinin’ blowholes on matrices dots.

Jumped out of your clothes the moment I asked you if you needed your back scratched, yep

That’s exactly how the food needs to be, undressed and raw as the moment it got boned up

From naught but an egg, sperm, rusty love or at least lust, created gender-dead meat chops

Turned out to be alive and not dead, just unspoken and unbroken, opened wide legs and lips.

Way down from First Taste past two lips, way down to a kaput finale, flushed God’s holy fight

Boredom edge over the ennui and moved the gods to battle over the ways and means, Power

Shine on stars from the blackness, millions of years apart, find ‘It’ down at the speed o’ Light

Hundred, eighty six thousand miles a second, R, W & B rollin’ stones, I’m God’s Father. Man!

by

r j j stephan, i { DO NOT GIVE UP & RUN! DON’T LET TAKE OUR GOD & GUNS! }

c. BLOWVEMBER 4, 2018 @ 5:55 AM PST

{ drafted while eatin’ a Georgia Peach in the darkness, under starlit skies of NorCalUltras

kicked to the ground in a mighty Void, #chickens on the side! listenin’ to Lynyrd Skynyrd

#GodAndGuns flowin’ through my circulatory system, #CominBackForMore link for the

PEACEMAKERS in the dresser drawers @ https://youtu.be/Gwd46EvhYw4}

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Hashtag #Meatballs @ricoSacto #ricoSacto @Philosophia

RED MARS, DEEPURPLE NEPTUNE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, November 1, 2018

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In a winter wonderland in the middle of nowhere known to man or woman, hot fire starts

Smoke is there too, always together one by one and two by two, forever identical pharaohs

I ate all of the goblins and their candy last night and I’ve burned off all of the sugar sweet

Without the freezing cold anywhere in or out of sight, it’s all a matter of movin’ my feet.

Dreamed while wide awake, gifted from posterity or my mother and father, suckled hind teat

Giving in to the benefits of inheritance and grand larceny, a transitory experience is all of it

Cork’s out of the wine bottle, cap’s off of the whiskey, poptop’s blown off the beer cans, sons

Corporate and private, pretending it’s not transitory, forcing blind faith upon the wise ones.

My life and love have gone dark in the pitch black of night, Neptune’s purple and Mars’ red

Whether you lived and died already, still alive or not yet to have become the DNA zygoted

It really doesn’t matter at all if you recollect the memory that the divine spark carries me

From pilgrim thanks and on back to the birth of the crucified One and Krishna and Buddha.

Seams and creases right up the middle from the origin’s destination and problematic position

Argument for a rational approach to celebrating mythological lore for the love of goddess’ son

In the dawn of the origin where the train started on the RR tracks from o’er there to o’er here

Shook my bones and my soul froze solid, time’s drunken saint, Santa’s addicted to my beer.

Fun for Red Mars’ girls who don’t become the nuns and boys’ deep purple extinction code

Winning awards for monsters in love, coming began going, broken records’ forming mode

Siddhartha and Socrates reason and rhyme ‘bout a millimeter thin, now weep, ACDC guitar

I’m all One, without deception or remorse, feelin’ the burn undersea, Uriah Heap to Qatar.

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOWVEMBER ONE, 20 ONE-EIGHT A.D. @ 9:11 PM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ with The Black Crowes #HardToHandle & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/2CE6bgj-hx4?list=PLdoJjJ9cLqRxFdjG_C9KCwebgLcOzut9C & @JoeSatriani & @G3 youTube link @  https://youtu.be/zDfy67my2So }

W.W.A.R.D.?