#ricoSacto

Wednesday, May 22, 2019

#OnALongWalkHomeToIllinois #JerseyGirlsRock #BraveryandVapors #USVETERANSrock

#YO #YO BRAVERY & VAPORS
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Up down, up down, like a bobber in the pond near the H0tel California, I snagged, I broke
New leader for the line, thrown in the pools of H2O without regrets, just to eat to survive
Nothing new and nothing old, just a swingin’ round piece of wood or plastic, no fake bloke
For the millionth time I have thrown it away and watched it roll back in a second or five.

Just like the life of fishin’ in the pond, the bait goes up and down waiting for a bite from you
We got what we got last week and we ain’t givin’ it back now or ever, yeah, it’s our to keep
There is a spot when it’s hot that you hit in the middle and you get the trophy of the pond
She don’t wanna come in easy now, hold tight and don’t let the line snap, come on now son!

Finally, landed and on the way to the docks, rolled out the woods back to Charly’s Crab Shed
Where the beers cold and the women pretty and bold, from first to last shot, straight shoot
Down the hatch where the alcohol belongs, inside the blood’s highfalutin way to your bread
When it’s all over and the spirits run out, we still got party, we got up and down, a deep head.

Girls I’ve thrown the yoyo to have thrown it on back at my face, just like a yoyo made of bone
Now it’s more difficult than when you were all alone in the world, it’s all about dark shadows
Now that you have become one of the shadows, now worried about the others, just my own
Mental and physical and psychic are processes, occurring fetal aborted, mama’s crying frown.

Here’s a matter of form, an existence in the twilight zone between the moon and the hot sun
Where we are now and then, sometimes we’re not but we’re mostly the three musketeer fun
Third planet from a burning White Dwarf, I assume the end won’t occur while I exist on dirt
Underground or airborne, One form or another, dead skin and bones spread matter, yo-yo
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r j j stephan, i
c. May 21st, 2019 A.D.
{ drafted while listenin’ to Morganwallen’s #UpDown on youTube rock on the link @ https://youtu.be/77qc4ZtufzM }
FINIS

Tuesday, May 21, 2019

#JamesDeanAintDead #YesHeIs #RollTheStonesAndForgetaboutit @TheRollingStones - No Security (Live) Full Album #RoadieTheBot

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NO LAST WORDS TO MAKE FLESH
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Silent and holy are nights that move before and after your births and deaths but who cares?
Nobody you know or will ever know, if you can survive and not become raw food of dogs’ flab
You may be white trash buried underneath the ground of nature, orange grace of red dragons
Safe without a compass or map, in the heat of a desert freeze of Isis and Zeus’ fine handguns.

Their wining about the food and the shelter because it’s free and they want liberty to take it
No working for wages, no trading wares for needs and desires, nothing to do with a cat’s teat
Imagine trying to survive when the world and everything in it wants you buried in white sand
A little less likely you will wine when you have a bottle of Merlot chilled in your fatback hand.

In a pinch, everyone will spill the beans so buckle up and get ready to rock, we sail in thirty
Pitched a perfect game until the last batter of the last inning hit a grand slam four bagger
It was zero to zero for nine, then suddenly it was 4-0, game over, walk-off the big balls flight
Suspend your judgement about this fiasco until finale momentum, I can’t stand it no more.

Secrets will never remain in the darkness once the blind men and women see the Truth of Ga
Immediately prior to the day your tag of essence expires, you get the feeling something’s off
Sure, the On switch was on Off the entire time the dream moved on with pretension, but wait
Do you smell what I smell, raw burgers and hooves of Pokemon and Defender, cough cough.

Hit the hammer on the surface about a million times and then for some reason, swing at air
Nobody’s gettin’ out of the Mother Earth including the elite and downtrodden, isolated fare
Comin’ to Jesus is what I meant by WWJD, so very cool you know, to be or not to be blue soul
Nameless before conception filled the void womb full of fertile, grounded particle receptacle.

Pure focus on the punch line comin’ right out of left field or nowhere, same time, same place
The mighty will to power is a hidden power that only the fortunate sons and daughters mine
Current on the river is brisk and I am in an unsinkable container, goin’ downstream for good
My tribe threw me on a raft of wood, set it on fire and I just wanted to say one more thing, ...

by
r j j stephan, i
c. May 21st, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to The Rolling Stones new CD #NoSecurity on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/oZtXiN8i1uE }
W.W.A.R.D.?