"TRIANGULATE RED, GREY & WHITE" by moi @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

TRIANGULATE RED, GREY & WHITE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, November 26, 2018

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English linguistical imperfections aside, this is the best I can offer from the bottoms gold dust

Fighting and dying for unknown causes just because the high and mighty above us are bored

This place called our room, our bed of love and happiness is violated by the marauding horde

Thank the regal ones of us all, The Ones allowed to rule an all too human, massive soul fuss.

Being’s nothingness has something to do with it all but nobody listens to a madman’s blather

Not in any center of this or another planet for that matter, this energy is everywhere? Please.

Mass of atomic matter or a gargantuan dead star’s asteroid dust adrift in the Cosmos’ lather

All nothing but rasterized pixels of Nature’s wind sheer, utter nonsense to the birds and bees.

You’ve got one of these minds, imagine nothing but emptiness and nobody else but you there

Language and culture are absolutely useless in this Netherlander paradise of bone and hair

Colors of the skin around bones matters only to the aliens formed by separate but equal fear

Among the many and the few, independent declarations are vacant echoes, fathers of forbear.

In conclusion, there is no beginning and no end, no alpha and no omega, timing’s everything

Nowhere but Earth to go for us and them, not to the moon with Alice, no spacesuit evolved

Happiness is a piece of pie when you’re hungry, forbidden apple’s tree of knowledge besting

Sentenced to the hole in the world where Eagles get the better of US all, egg to stone, loved.

I ain’t beatin’ a dead horse because they go to the glue factory for the stickiness that adheres

Keepin’ the paper together, so that the words and thoughts don’t fall apart into their cinders

Where they came from in the fire of the star we call sun, exploded miracles caught in ellipse

Around and around ad infinitum we’ll go forever until the supernova resumes the God trips.

All of it in a nutshell isn’t really a nut or nutty at all, it’s an absolute Dead Sea, for real chief

So real that in a moment, you’ll realize the Truth is just too bizarre, just one life and we’re out

Logic and reason from the deductive and inductive conclusions eliminate God’s divine doubt

A first movement, First Cause of Supernovae Gravitational Collapses, God, there’s no relief.

Except at the Ends of battles, burned or buried to avoid the flies, blue, red and black maggots

What you and I are other than immaculate, invisible souls infused at conception by ma & pa

Is what they could do nothing about, it was ever enough to expose love’s living proton-robots

It’s either this Way, down the path of the middle of the road or the final curtain drops, oh Ga!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 26, 2018 A.D. LUNDI @ 6:13 AM PST

{ drafted in the essence of the Void allowed by my cranial matter and it’s willed application by an unknown series of electronic stimuli impacting my inferior nasal conchae with the jams of Black Hollywood de Carlos Santana on youTube linkS @ https://youtu.be/HDLLXUaqZxg & https://youtu.be/AqZceAQSJvc }

W.W.A.R.D.?

@JoeBonamassa concert last night for me, TODAY for you on the link at the masterpiece! thank you for playin' !!!

BUSTER’S HIGH MAN

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, November 25, 2018

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I can only say that I am going to put you into a dream that you won’t believe is true today

How I am going to do that is for me to know and for you to find out, my mama used to say

My wildest dreams have come true and I am one happy hombre, you want to cause me pain

I want to return the favor and allow the pain to boomerang into your doorway’s foyer, Sin!

I do whatever I want and I trend on the social media of tweets and posts, allowing platitudes

To be my method of transmitting my sensational opinions regarding the nature of the beasts

Ones that you and I don’t regard as the first nor the last cause of the things themselves, dudes

And dudettes who pretend to know the Occult both here and now, near and far of the bloods.

In their own way of being, from the microbial to the ancestral and our descending x’s & y’s

Pricking your ideas with the pins and needles available in the historical record of the family

You and I dysfunction and propel the devolving of the genome, praying helps, it all dies

My way or the highway is the same way as every germ form of life, mama and papa lies.

Not out of the evil of the liars and cheaters you and I know, friends and lovers of the shame

Stick the branches and the roots up to the shoots of the stamin and flowers, xylem, phloem

Spectres of the books, professors, fathers, sisters, preachers, teachers of cultural roboscum

Put here and now, your choice and mine, ignorance faded closets into which the gods came.

Lose your teeth if you’re lucky when I knock them out of your mouths, all of yous, yeah you

Put the chip in the reader please, no swiping when you’ve linked to the web’s net, #JoeBlue

A show in the middle of a circus, there is no director of the actors on the stage without me

Cancer of the posterior anal canal where the end of the fuel deposits return to their maker.

Swept under the carpet where the angels fear to go, beyond Alpha Centauri, Venus & Mars

Insider trading of the matter and the energy fulfills fake needs to bleed on crimson carpets

For the sake of the humans who are not the food of the animals, eating men or all the pets

Options in small towns and big cities so that the rats of Earth never thirst or ever starve.

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 25, 2018 AD @ 3:33 PM PST

{ drafted comin’ back from #RenoNevada after the Joe Bonamassa concert last night, the band & Joe rocked the blues to the ground of being; link @ https://youtu.be/UIHF7Fyf16g }

W.W.A.R.D.?

ON FIRE!!~Joe Bonamassa at the Greek 2018~Full Set

 

A GIG THESE EYES NEVER SEEN

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, November 24, 2018

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You and I remain silent and listen to the crickets rubbin’ wings and legs, heads-up my bros

In a concert of imaginary divinity’s whims, above and below, of OMG sisters, and so it goes

Out of left field in Deep Spaces out of black gold, Dead & Company, Golden State Warriors

Forsaken by Divinity’s conscious skies, damned Eskimos smilin’ at a T-boned igloo affair.

Pickin’ the melody and succumbing to the rhythm of the beat is All of It, all the red meat

On the baronesses of the trebles and clefs, inside and outside of the steady, staccato beat

Makin’ the males and females trip with the music of the band playin’ ‘til we all up and die

If you think that this isn’t a dream then what is It then, It ain’t my fault, divine, Great Lie!

Alive in HOT HEAT, everything in ashes from a world afire, son of a holy man’s faux #SPARK

Everything alive flash-died in a New York, Neva-Cal minute and there’s no bones’ DNA mark

Imagine lying down grounded, damn World around you aflame, became a burnin’ Fire’s reign

Hiding deep in the unconscious mind, screaming until infinite trauma shuts down brain.

A month ago, many people were alive and now they’re all dead in Hell fire of the Sun’s mind

It is a tragedy and a message for the living who survive the pain and suffering of man’s kind

If you think that this isn’t a dream then get a GD handle on what it Is, ain’t #FakeNews opine

Feel me now? Closed, shut down, a step from bein’ stuck in a nugatory Void, eyes wide open.

It is as complicated as an equation can become when you begin at zero and move left or right

On a line from point to point, random-turn caused this angle, beginning another line’s point

At my mother and father under the velvet covers of warmth and conception, a joke in a yoke

Evolution of a group of microscopic yinyang-isms simulated, this imaginary piggy in a poke.

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 24, 2018 A.D., Saturday @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to @JoeBonnamassa  https://youtu.be/FDjVep9eNB8E }

 W.W.A.R.D.