#AllTheWickedRestRightHereHarve #ricoSacto @ricoSacto #FrankSinatra #TonyBennett #MorganWallen

MOUTHS TO FEED, EYES TO CLOSE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan, I

Friday, February 15, 2019

 

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What I saw in the corner of my eye when I looked into the mirror and saw a vampire reflect

Nothing there, no body to reflect the light of the incandescent, burning the Word, live Evil

Or and either One or two, split down the middle of the creeps in the Orwellian well of dank

Smoked the mold and the weeds until they came out of my seven holes of exit, I’m so drunk!

I wish I could rest but I can’t until the last breath I take, sooner or later, it happens to us all

Money needed to complete the circle of the Wicked, Freedom is not Free, say it again Sam!

Try to get off of the ground, escape the gravity, no way and no how cowboy, impossible ball

Rolling star dirt in rock balls and being the First Cause of the evolution of man and woman.

Father, mother, sister, brother, orphaned in a cosmic whip of acid menudo, it’s all up to me

Now and then you get the power that you can’t use or don’t know how to use it, give it here

I will take every bit of energy you have and absorb it into my genome, my DNA will survive

Dollar bills and debits on the screen don’t grow on trees either, labor, blood, sweat, hand jive.

Perfection to the holy burn, consumed into hot ash, forms of beauty broken and melted down

Bones and blood disintegrate into the shadow of the night, memories recollected in a vacuum

I gotta to ask and I know you won’t answer since it’s rhetorical, satisfy the idiot and I’m a One

I’ll whistle for you to come home and eat supper, if you don’t come home, starve like a bum.

Perfect shadow, not one of the minions who follow leaders who don’t know my crucified guns

Power in my head, in my arms, in my legs and that’s all I get for certain, fortune of hot buns

“Pick me, pick me!” she said and she meant it, so I did and here I am with the cream of crop

Beauty picked the beast and what I am is what I am and I can’t lose it, I’m fightin’, can’t stop!

by

r j j stephan, i { dedicated to #JoJoDomico <3 span=""> RIP <3 span=""> & the #Shadows that follow me! }

c. Friday February 15, 2017 AD @ 5:55 AM PST

{ nuclear fusion occurred as I rested with the wicked, @CagedElephant and avoided closin’ my eyes for good! Hot link to the inspiration @ https://youtu.be/HKtsdZs9LJo }

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FINIS!  MULTO GRATI!

#FightThePowerThatBe @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

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POWER OF NONE BUT A ROSE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, February 13, 2019

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Saint Valentine was a guy in Rome, Italy in the 200’s A.D., a Christian priest of the ‘ville’

Blackmail and silly ways to keep the love of your life in love with you, Happy Val day spree

Dreaming that you’re living in a dream world, a dream’s dream, doing whatever you will

Just because you think you’re so pretty and think you’re so smart, I agree but that’s all me.

Picnic with the people and insects who are hungry for the fools to masticate cows and hogs

Not that that means anything to anybody other than my mama, she’d chide me dearly for it

Brilliant to wait until mother and father became extinct before giving the lowdown on dogs

Phenomenon of the appearances of the causes which generate the effects of mental shytfits.

Normally in the continuity of acceptance of the incredible, historical events of Earth’s life

From an original bit of spew-age from an exploding gas star to the evolved husband’s wife

Mythological creation from rock dust and dirt, the nothingness becomes something’s void

Me, myself and I are rarely involved in the messy business but then again, I’m a mandroid.

Here is a bit of everything you’ll ever need to know about it, from A to Z, translate me fool

Talkin’ to myself not you, don’t take this personally, you know you are the pool of my cool

Coming from your fathers into your mothers becomes what I’ve become, not silly or wise

Able to laugh because the joke is always on me, no matter if intended or not, a witch flies.

A priest was martyred by heathens who stopped him from attending the souls of a brother

Healing their hearts with the care and love of an immortal heart, all saints had a mother

Heated heart in love, full of the life’s blood to keep the body and mind alive in the hive

Knowing nothing, pretending to be an epitome of survival of the fit, extraordinary jive.

A need and a want to know is not a need to be God because that is what “know-it-all” means

Who wants to know it all? Not me but maybe you do, good luck to your mates and you, cuz

When you find out everything and don’t know what to do with that data, you’ll know beans

Meaning nothing at all, how many are One, a shaped foo-fighter tailspin and a UFO buzz.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday February 13, 2019 A.D. @ 3:03 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to some Leonard Cohen on youTube link @ & https://youtu.be/IVJImYNGqwk & his Greatest Hits link @ https://youtu.be/GC7lDw-FKi0 & #OneOfUsCannotBeWrong link @ https://youtu.be/lBxNxdkbP6E }

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 W.W.A.R.D. ?

#TheHerbDangerous @AleisterCrowley #ArmstrongAndGetty

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GEORGE WASHINGTON’S ROPE!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, February 12, 2019

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Days go by, nights go by, I go by and so do you but here and now is coming and going

Mean people want to take your freedom because their own liberty doesn’t need to sing

From halls of Montezuma to shores of Tripoli, this country, our boys and girls make war

Now until forever, this wobbling Earth will spin and revolve until the soul exits the door.

What is soul? I don’t know but it apparently is required for living on Earth, to animate bone

Purpose for willing to be good, to strive for the good, for the bad and the pitifully ugly stone

Bring your old men to this arena so they will ponder the folly they pass on to the innocents

Baby boys and girls born to the genome’s evolutionary acid, to live and die makes no sense.

If there is a reason for living, we’re making it up as we go, to remain sane without a brain

A mind with mental reality that has nothing to do with physical reality, go down the drain

Devoured by the black hole that surrounds the cosmos, intense progression to the Void

Momentum of justice becomes the singularity injustice, authorized by the God android.

Build a barrier, launch an aircraft carrier in a national emergency to protect our freedom

No perimeter, no defense, a barrier, a wall electronic or clay blocks, cyclone fences’ come

Enemy and the friends all come and go within a hundred years or so, worked to death, eh

Then you meet angels and devils who don’t care about this Life on Earth’s drying up bay.

Paternity and maternity just words for dying planet of hydrogen and oxygen, soul survivors

Babbling about the causes and effects of people, places and things, wise women and w#ores

Tucking the children into their warm bedding on one side of the fence or the other, that’s all

Good and bad are the words for Life On Earth, the world wobbles, revolves and orbits GAS.

God is Gas, you do understand that since you fear the loss of it, being warm and breathing

If and only if the monkeys figure out that they’re here on Earth, left alone in a divine sting

Pretending past childhood and adolescence that men and women are important to me still

Brothers and sisters, cousins, friends all will come and go too, it ain’t my fault, I don’t kill.

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r j j stephan, i

c. February 12, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the The Rolling Stones #SympathyForTheDevil on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GgnClrx8N2k }

W.W.A.R.D.?