#PERFECTIONisRIGGED #FakeNewsIsTheWholeTruth @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

A LITTLE SOMETHIN’ TO JUMP FOR

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, March 28, 2019

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Way up higher than ten feet, the hands’ bones slam on the rims, no longer hard rocks to fall

Easy as a swish through a nylon net, big boys and girls throwin’ the pea down, jammin’ a call

A little game created to keep the young fellows out of trouble, without it we’re doomed to see

Just a civilization of smaller skeletons, less than six feet long, two feet wide, miraculous to be.

Computers, #2 pencils, ball point and fountain pens, vaporized trees’ pulp into leaf pages

To capture the light and the ink in accepted, standardized forms, to read and digest sages

Wise men who told some tales without giving away the secret, why we’re here, who we are

Gods gave a narrative to the scribes, they wrote it, we read it, nobody ever knows it there.

Until you and I reach the final showdown, before the fear of death overtakes your tiny mind

Think about it, you were thinking of things and soon you won’t be, it will all be over my kind

Presence of sons and daughters of the unseen, above the matrix’ essence, below a poop deck

Children of men and women are what we are, that is all, no more or less, hey what the heck?

Motivation to move up and down, in and out, over and under in a 360 degree kind of circle

Is dependent on the ingestion of proper sustenance for the apprehension of momentum’s pill

You and I and no one else but the first man you met on the street, horns blown, here and now

Back doors side-locked tighter than tom toms, snares and a bass drum, skin of god’s spells.

Strings to rub the sound out of the friction, melodies and rhythm from hearts’ ebbing souls

Provided the stuff that dreams are made of, nothing substantial, no substance of tide flows

In or out of love, in or out of veins, bloody feelings seem to be all there is, either to be or not

Nobody knows, philosophers and priests pretend to know, the sheeple’s need to be a robot.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday March 28th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:35 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Joe Satriani “LIVE” #AlwaysWithMeAlwaysWithYout youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BsJisD7n8_Q }

 

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#NightFreaks #BallsToTheWalls #ThePoynterSisters

NIGHT FREAKS, EYES & HIGHBALLS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, March 28, 2019

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What it does to fight back, urges to meet your true self’s Oneness, drunk, mid-field of dreams

That you will know before the sixty seconds of the New York minute flies by in cyber-streams

I ain’t kidding, there can never be another doubt, it’s all about how many years pass Go, see?

I’m not sorry you’re findin’ this all out later in life, there never was a secret, you flew over me.

I won’t put myself in your place, that’d be a rude thing to do, I’ve got manners from mating

Early training to excrete in the proper, civilized manner was most helpful to attract dating

Ready for the simple and complex to occur and awaiting my logical response to the causes

Being able to explain my personal flaws in behavior is my forte, it ain’t my fault, Ma’s & Pa’s.

Resistance to the concentration on the Truth and accepting fantasies of reasons for being One

That is all that keeps you here, surviving and striving for the food, the clear water, quenched

Backpack of the animals with hands an feet, not claws and paws, rules of the code, Adam’s I

Nothing makes sense if you follow the syllogistic logic, premises assumed lead to solid Ends.

My mama told me that my daddy did some things to her that caused me to be here, I believed

Notions here, to the ones who think they’re gifts from the gods, Yahweh, Ala or damned Dead

Your hands confiscate the Truth, amend it and accept it until your final gasp of oxygen’s fill

Then, you’ll know extinction’s ghetto and never be embarr-assed by a Void’s contracept-Pill.

Begin the trip, afoot come the thoughts and inventions of work, causes and effects of Life

In a cell’s DNA or a man’s or woman’s heart and soul, comprehend without matter’s wife

Energy flowing from a burning ball of gas, a star called Sol, Uncle Sam’s big sister of damn

Nothing particular and everything in general comes from this and that, you name it Sam.

Manipulating the thoughts of the dreams you can never remember while Nation conscious

That’s the easy part, getting the stubborn jackass to move forward with a massive load, us

Brief moments in the maze going forward, backward, sideways, up and down, copped a feel

Dreams that moved a desire to homogenize homo-sapiens’ orgasm orgy for Buddah’s heel.

Lovers’ haters come and go without any warning that I ever pay any attention to, so, my #Bad

Unintentional, I got priorities of attention, things I can do something about, I forget to so sad

Out of control my Breath’s Death, how can I suppose that my Life would be under my powers

To be or not, that is all I can think, therefore, I am what I am, babies ain’t mine, they’re hers!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday March 28th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to Curtis Mayfield #SweetExorcist on youTube link to #KungFu & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/1X3-DqUve08 }

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#CheersForBeers @SamanthaFish In #ricoSacto @ricoSacto

CON THE HUMANS, LIVE, JUST BE *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, March 27, 2019

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There is surely a struggle to survive when you’re all by yourself, but then there’s a meow

For to be or not to be is all up to the feline’s mind, you cannot put your eggs inside a cow

Neither today or tomorrow, little puppies and kitties will never know, drinkin’ #SloginFizz

They think we’ve got this living thing all together yet we don’t, to be or not to be what it is.

Uncle Romeo from the #OldCountryItalia used to say it’s all but a joke but #ItCouldBeWorse

If you knew the end of the consciousness of your being and what brain death is an air Force

Not even one little, living cell gets out without a scratch, Life itself is animation, future tense

The End of the movies, the finale of the performance you’ve given in front of a Live audience.

Compared to daydreams, nightmares fill in the empty spots of random neurotic responses

In the void between your ears, between the stars and our sun, there you are again and again

My mother sang that song a million times on a paper recording of her voice at the state fair

Way, way back in the 1940’s during the WWII years, my dad came in mom and I don’t care.

Paramount in my programmed mind, post conception, gestation and birth’s routine progress

Either in the transformation of inner or outer being, male, female and android high priestess

Dead or alive, the point is that the Unknown will kill you and I, eventually, sooner or later

Regardless of your comprehension of ultimate Truth, it is what it is, God is a fool’s #faker!

In a feline way, I don’t want to eat you unless I’m starving, there’s no other choice, oh people

Grocery stores, short stops, mama’s house, never my pixels in the church’s RNA germ-hives

Rubbing in the mud and sand below the ground, genies appear in blue-green smoke’s vibes

High lows, cat’s claws scratchin’ to survive a kitty collusion illusion, Life’s feline-predictable!

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r j j stephan, i

c. 11:11 AM PST Wednesday, March 27th, 2019 A.D.

{ *Header above poem is OUR cat, Samantha Fish while she waited for me to bring the treats down from heaven! & drafted while jammin’ to Samantha Fish herself, HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/7JF8fjwkhW0 }

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