DEDICATED TO MY POPS & TO ALL OF HIS #VooDooChildren who don't know their real name! @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

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STRANDED ON A 5TH OF JACQUES *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, December 14, 2018

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Alright pops, it is OK that you couldn’t hang with Wall Street until the gold flowed fast, Fat!

Goin’ down to sixty-sixth street where the action always was and still is, on a corner, schooled

For the marks walkin’ down the street in a hood where angels fear to go, broke down, fooled

No place to go, nowhere to look for the reason for being alive, mama & pappy were all of that.

Now and then both here and there, it’s the time and the place for the spells we cast and face

It’s all a bunch of magic, truth and lies in a hodgepodge of cornucopia, oh mama’s dark womb

Not because they want to, they must, they have to or else the entire matrix implodes to doom

All there is, all there is not is everywhere, all the time, there is no Time, no Space, not a trace.

When I was just a little squirt, knee high to my daddy’s crotch, I punched him in the wall nuts

He buckled over like a baby, I knew I could take him down with one punch but I had the guts

To take a chance and see if I could rise to the top of the love of the woman, infant germicide

Showing the young to eat, to walk, to talk and be the dream of someone else’s fake patricide.

I found the war pigs and the peace nips who fight over whether to destroy or create My date

Bodies will burn in or out of the streets, on fire, underground or high in the upper Watergate

Comin’ to the front of the line, it’s your turn now, what are you going to do, it’s all up to you

Country codes in the cities and every mind of every man and woman alive, DNA is gonna die!

It ain’t my fault, don’t blame me, I am NOT the ONE you should hunt down to straighten out

Certain death in the end, just like your friends and kin before you, just like a future I call Ga

Stab US if you must, bodies will be consumed, all antimatter of Adam’s Earth, #MadDogRa

Skull’s old bones cribs-crossed to deliver up-Word Spell magic, squirts of gold, God! Abort!

Crossfire crap undercover, all the gas everyone wants to combust into a fired-up, white goon

Here and now, shine and moon of the wine, I know how to howl and I will, given a blue moon

Ready to eat meat of the Happy Earth without knowing why we do it or if it will end at dawn

Mirrors of combat odors rise from my tomb, scent of gunpowder here and now, .44 I’m gone.

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r j j stephan, i 

{ *Dedicated to my pops #AlbertRStephan up there on the other side, or down there....NOT! #LoveyaPops ! }

c. FREEZEMBER 14, 2018 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ drafted in #BehindTheBack #BluesMode listenin’ to Stevie Ray Vaughan #TexasFlood & #VooDooChild & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/KC5H9P4F5Uk & https://youtu.be/uVI7I-WDGx4 }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

@HogInnards & some @LynyrdSkynyrd #GodAndGuns

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CHITLINS', GOLDEN SCRAPS & KOOLS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, December 12, 2018

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Blues ride on down the freeway, down your one way alley dead-end into cement love balls

Songs of the men and women, open borders, time on their hands, smokin’ drinkin’ pickin’

Without that rhythm there are no blues and no jazz, nothing but a polka, classic and a waltz

Even if you’re deaf and dumb, blind and a total idiotic moron, you have rights to be a livin’.

Livin’ twenty or a hundred years makes little difference, in the end the boneyard’s just ahead

Final vision of yourself breathing one last breath, tryin’ to keep it in because you know it bled

Pedal to metal, shot down a turnpike/expressway/freeway, full gallop 350cc spurred up horse

Stalled 4 wheels, old red, rocky mountain dirt, graves dug, banished the gods’ hotrod Force.

Trying to make it easy, it’s harder than hell, meaning that hell is Hard as Rock, yet I guess

We’ll never know whether there’s more than one way out of here, planet Earth’s so loveless

Look way out there at night, all blackness, asteroid showers, never a #Casper friendly ghost

Won’t come out in the day or night, trying to feed the hunger with chitlins & titmouse toast.

If you wanna get down and ride from the place you’re at to the place you’re headed, get down

You’re in charge of the way you go until they lock you up and lose the key, aw, a prison frown

Don’t want to obey the law and work for a living rather than break the law and scam high life

Be prepared to go from scouts to inmate jousts in a joint some can’t survive in with no knife.

How in the world can civilized people allow prisoners to slice each other just because, what?

Salt peter or a drug to soothe the savage beast would be the civilized way, that is legit, no chit

If you found out what happens to people imprisoned and you can’t believe it, just walk away

Here and now, a rubic cube screws a pooch, pretending to be It, rhythm’s beat, a magic Way.

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r j j stephan, i { “Redneck! ...kissin’ & the crickets are the only sound...do ya wanna get down? I’m One of them boys!” }

c. FREEZEMBER TWELVE, 2018 A.D.

{ DRAFTED while listenin’ to BlakeShelton & @LynyrdSkynyrd @TheRollingStones & @WARTheMusicBand }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#AmericanSignLanguage @ASL #TakeALittleRide @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

WORK TO DO, YOU’RE NOT IN YET *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, December 12, 2018

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Jingling the bells helps some people once every year, you and I are in this dream together

Never to see the sunlight of the Earth’s dark side, even in the fear of some aberration’s fear

I am and no doubt you are One and the same person we were the day we got our DNA face

Therefore, if there’s any above or below this planetary mass of matter, it is all, Empty Space.

There is no need to have blind faith in the words of this stranger you’ll never see, God’s ‘boy’

Just read the commentary of the cosmonauts and astronauts who gave accounts of the Void

This is the play of the stars, you know it and I know it, Hollywood and pharynx’ #BigPharma

Prime color back in black until the whiteout causes extinction, regeneration “AGAIN”, mama!

Perfect, just as close to nothing at all as you can get, chain of fools, you’re jugulars are bitten

That thing itself is the mirror to stare at and comprehend that the Truth, the Reality’s illusion

Fight for the right to party and to wage #War on or off of the turnpikey freeways of olden ho’s

Man, oh man, oh man, we’re so lucky to wear the chains attached to our ankles’ rubber souls.

Cracked, broken, shredded, de-animated meat on the spittle or in the skittle, it is what food is

If you don’t eat and drink you starve and thirst to death, you don’t have to believe me to see

Obviously from day one, year one, survival of the fittest was always a natural law, Earth jazz

Flesh Itself, it’s lying to me, you & all in the know, we ain’t gonna just die! There’s afterlife?

Emotions just electronic transmission of the breath you breathe in and out of your hidden fur

Lungs, organs of two hundred and eight bones and an invisible soul of existential electronics

Meaning no more than the sound you hear when you’re 93 million miles or more away, yo sir

No word, no sound, no sight, taste, smell or touch, nothing but Void, colorless, guitar licks.

Grab the mike, grab the axes, tune the organ and horns to the back-beat, stage of black colors

From Origins through the intermission to the finale, potheads moving partners in high crime

Drinkin’ or smokin’ direct-contact with the air to breathe, sweetened leaves of outdoors odors

Wordless, slipped a Mickey and became the #ConscienceOfTheNation #RockStars sublime!

In and out of the danger zones of this realm from north to south pole and all around a globe

Not that you know it’s a globe but you’ve been persuaded by logic, reason’s sinners singin’

Ones who teach because they can’t leave the children alone to the computers, they’ll revolt

I love y’all and I wish y’all a Merry Christmas and no Silent Night, Jingle Bells are ringin’!

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r j j stephan, i { *#HEADER is THE ROLLING STONES lead singer, #WhatsHisName @SirMichaelPhilipJagger c. }

c. FREEZEMBER TWELFTH, 2018 A.D. @ 10:30 AM - #FirstOvernight

{ blown through my mind this AM while listenin’ to a cornucopia of Christmas jivin’ jams but I will not see a #WhiteChristmas, it will be like #Hawaii in #NorthernCalifornia & listenin’ to the link TheDrifters & company @ https://youtu.be/GfZPtkqXQIA }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?