#Trinity #Duality & the #Singularity @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #HashtagThisSheet #FirstOfJuly2019AD #SelfRealization #ForgetAboutIt #HeadInTheQuickSand

SIDEWINDER TILTED MY WORLD

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, July 1, 2019

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A little more pepper and salt on my la pomme de terre, I fell all over, your kiss turned me on

I know that it’s impossible to live with you forever but you’ve got every day I’ll be breathin’ in

Upside down and every which way but loose, like I’ve been from day one, sweet gold start me

Shade trees and honeysuckle down by the river, dusk to dawn in a tent by the elder elm tree.

After the towers fell down, we all had to communicate face to face with lies and factoid truth

It wasn’t easy but we looked into one another’s deep, colored eyes, feelings fell like Niagara sea

Waterfallin’ at the speed of light, ninety three million miles a minute for a soft and sweet face

Good night when ya know a good day’ll come in due time, a beauty’s smile, this side of space.

Inherited the ancestors habits and rituals, believe it or not, faith in the blind, holy night of Id

Internally and externally an orbit around a nucleotide, itty bitty piece of a picture of my Kid

The One y’all hang on tree trunks and pound the metal freed from the ground of this dirty dirt

All the genome’s DNA has to count on is #Asp honey and honeysuckle, to be the bee, #Flirt.

From flower to another without regard for anything but the pollen to reward little Queenie

Cadillacs and Lexi don’t matter much as long as you comply before you and the sky be free

Of the men and the rat pack that groom the nonsense out of the herds and packs of chitbags

All they do is consume and exhaust, bury the wasted gin and whiskey in oceans’ of Sea.

Before you get riled up, the in and out of this real estate, kiss the sky mine, Life’s a star noise

At 8, I had a glass of gram-pa's cellar keg of fine vino, #JellyBeanJoe from Brach's candy boys

Teaching from the teachers caught my attention and I followed the logic A to Z, a zero to nine

Honeybee right here darlin, we made the honeycomb right here and now, deep end of my line.

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 1st, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to the fabulous song written by Songwriters: Rhett Akins / Ben Hayslip #HoneyBee lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/j9mTDDTDA5c }

 #Trinity #Duality #Singularity

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TearsIntoDryBones #Turnbuckles #TrueLove

WE CAME FROM THE IRON LION *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, June 30, 2019

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Enter this building up the concrete steps and become one with the hysterical dead cat fans

From the front to the back of the class just because you distracted the class, raisin’ my hands

Every day to clean the erasers and inhale the chalk called by the doctors, #Bronchitis, #omg

In any case, I lived to be ripe and nearly shrunk and shriveled up into a bag of ebony ex-G.

In the black light, the black turns white and white to black, it’s an ultraviolet, infrared hub

Of the men who made this what it is, the ones who died and left the incompetent, wise dove

The herd follows the loudest idiot to get ahead of the crowds social network, simple jacks

They are like the fruit ready for aliens to come and pick the ripe apples & drink these facts.

Drifting from thought to thought brings the last word, a feeling of guard down in blind trust

For the limited few and far between Louisiana, Mississippi and Northern California’s coast

Between the two, a final resting tomb ash, Monterey to Eureka, God’s a plummy #turnbuckle

Honeybee left me the sweet n’ sticky nectar of a queen’s comb, buzz crazy, sweet #honeysuckle.

Equation being whatever side equals the other side when there ain’t no side, there is only One

It is only the irreversibly irrational mind contained in origin’s species of mankind #omg fun

Never required or expected to be rational or logical in the middle of peace and quiet, in flight

Picking your battles for war, I got a contract with me, myself and I, #AllIn agreement to fight.

Wormholes, Black Holes, Holy Hehl matters to nobody alive or dead, this is all in your head

Baby dreams and fantastic relations with the species’ random samples of DNA, hot in the bed

All she wrote and all he could afford, the end becomes It’s present for grandfolks & this punk

Easy to rest in peace once heartbeats seize birds and the bees, goodnight, bon soir, iron funk!

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r j j stephan, i   *IT is the header.

c. June 30th, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST #Time & #Space = #ThisIsIt #NothingMoreOrLess

{ #WeWillNotBeBannedByTheMinions ...drafted while listenin’ to some Steve Winwood #BackInTheHighLifeAgain & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Adw772km7PQ }

 WWARD

FINIS

#ItAintMyFaultEither #HangTen #LongStrangeTrippin' #ASLBoysRoundHereASL

BOY ‘ROUND HERE, #FB RIP RIVER

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, June 30, 2019

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If the Word is not in the dictionary, don’t type it on the screen, it will be banned by the AI

It sounds like and looks like you’re being squelched by the powers that be but you’re not

You have no rights to type and add data to the FB venue-platform, owner of the monsters

Out of control typing #LoveSpeech and it’s opposite getting people of the Herd, mad as me.

But who cares, back to writing it down on the paper of dead trees and chemical composited

Nothing matters in the end anyway, I don’t care because it’s five o’clock somewhere, it’s time

On a permanent break from sundown ‘til dawn, don’t care if I’m hungover n’ cotton-mouthed

Tryin’ to whistle and sing it all away from the insanity in my brain’s mind, JackDaniel'S it is!

Not in the movies or on the TV or the Marconi and it appears that the page we see is not here

It stumbles into the dream officially into a Black Hole of metrics to avoid the laws of the suits

Trouble on seven continents is apparently caused by the postings on cyberspace, words steer

Poor huddled masses after a round of reality, then bones in a hole, Kryptonite to dusty boots.

Water pumps and air pumps of the gas, the liquid and the solids for no reason other than One

Pray on your knees, hands folded or not at all, just cursin’ to the four winds and a job of con

Believe me and have faith that I wouldn’t lie but it might be that I’m wrong, I think I’m right

Way of warriors, innocent imbeciles and all fertilized zygotes, armed species’ naked ape fight.

It really never matters if you live for a second or a century, ashes to ashes, dust to dusty ash

Recycled blown starstuff because of a collosel big bang of unprecedented proportions, clearly

Not to force blind faith belief on anyone but the faithlessness of Man is all of Nothing’s cache

Never mattered what the tribe leader claimed to be true, doesn’t matter now but now you see.

Mothers, fathers, teachers & brothers of ethical behavior of the #FUBAR equals light squared

They all die sooner or later, I’ll die, you’ll die, we’ll all die but it means little or less than zeroes

You will go nowhere but underground or into the ash dissolution in air or in scrolls of apedead

Fish and snakes eaten by eagles will evolve the recycled ash of One soul, way too human heroes.

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r j j stephan, i

c. June 30, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ drafted AFTER the previous poem I just posted on FB was DELETED & inaccessable? I did NOT print the jam so I have no idea what I wrote, therefore I will recommend, moronic #BOTS are in charge of the venue, #chill }

W.W.A.R.D. ?