#ricoSacto

Tuesday, July 16, 2019

#Imposter #FakeRico #MakeItReal or else #ForgetAboutIt #DanmSkippy #Devadip @CarlosSantana @TheEagles

ONE MORE THING...GET OVER IT!
Stolen hearts from the early teenager love for the squirting solar wind inside Love’s raw loins
It’s not my fault that volcanoes want to erupt now and then, it’s part of all the planned sit-ins
Rollin the dice playin’ the hands I got dealt and watchin’ the looks on the losers! Dive! Dive!
It doesn’t get any better than this, extinction comin’ with every breath, yet still alive to thrive.

I don’t know what you know but if it’s what all of the philosophers and priests know, forget It
Nothing important when you define your terms, nouns and pronouns and past participle scat
Freedom to speak speech you’ve been groomed to blow out your pie hole, that IS a good one
Talk about the taboos now, what you cannot say or even think because it’s a mortal sin bun.

You must appreciate the flow of the atmosphere and the Truth of the Matter, dead star ashes
Earth dirt to bury bones underground before the Word comes out and ruins the gods’ class
Sight unseen for the sore eyes or the 20/20 vision blind boys from Georgia or Alabama y’all
Blues and soulful griping about being alive on Earth, blind since birth without havin’ a bawl!

Gone home every night when I could find it with the white cane, red tipped foldin’ straw-stick
Walk home with me baby and you may not get to the place you wanna go, if I feel good, I do it
This and that as the world turns a spinnin’ wobble, H2O riptides, JLo, girl's got some #Baque
Love shinin’ on the ocean like the moonlight on the other side of the planetary essence’s face.

Don’t know if you’re goin’ back down to L.A. or back home to NYC but I know I still love you
I know you don’t love me any longer but it was a good run, 40 years of this gold turned blue
Gone back to the beginning of the time I met you, the day before I didn’t know you, just me
All together in a day or two, you’ll be fine with your new lover’s underground, invisible glee.

Purring like a kitty cat on your lap, my memory is ready to leap away, nevermore to return
Better the way the river flows from the melted snow down the mountain to the sea’s ash urn
All souls sacrificed faces, skeleton remains in 208 pieces without any teeth, shyte for a brain
Mixin’ garbage into the burning fire returns the many to the One, as above, so below, Rain!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. July 16th, 2019 A.D. Tuesday @ 4:04 AM PST
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F.I.N.I.S.

Monday, July 15, 2019

#StandinOnShakyGround #FromDayOneUntilDayNONE #LetUsRoll #SnakeEyesNoMore #TakeMeToTheRiverToo #WashMeDown

#7’s, ROLLIN’ ‘EM IN THE DARK
Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, July 15, 2019

---------SINNERSneverMINE---------

Soft smoothness inside of the hardened, stained glass holding it and I’m waiting to pour
Serious to be or not to be once the effect becomes overwhelming and out of this world
Not far but out of the world we know the enculturated way we’ve forgiven our ancestors
They knew not what they were doing to the yin and the yang, they didn’t know they’d fold.

Deck of pinochle cards total 48 and regular deck of 52, fiddling around with kings and queens
Some were ill and mean from years of neglect and passive enculturation by the queer elite
Thinking that it’s OK to rule all of the people all of the Time here on Earth is a fluke of fear
On a stage to play a part you were drafted and groomed for, lucky or not, it’s all Smoky bear.

Once the cactus works it’s essence into the balance of the mind and body, ya better be a #Star
Not responsible for #fake bravery and cultural extinction of Ugly, Bad and Good over the hill
Nothing to show for the days and nights, twirling around and in my coffee grounds in #Buck
Music sounds of melodies and voice modulation, Plato copied Zeus’ future Zeal in #Coolville.

On the other hand, you may live in fear of everything and everyone in front of your two faces
Cry about the unfairness of being sound and fit to survive in a hostile environment, we feel It
Shame and fully recommend giving it all away, you’ve worked your whole life, #fuqcode stat
Old poor ones who beg to be Great, full of wasted handouts never earned, Tick-Tock, Tax-Fat.

Calm down, have a breath of fresh oxygen, mix it with some of that clear juice from the cacti
Move away from the bar, shape shift the glass, it’s 2:00 AM, jaw locked tighter as bongo skin
Known and loved standards I’ve entangled in the languid spigot of every game in town, lo-hi
Hidden behind the bar’s the shotgun, the .44 and a sword that slices up-down-side, flashing.

Pirates and desperadoes never make it past the moment of the last stand against Earth haters
The killers of the living who cannot be controlled by community agreed upon regulatory fear
It’s spooky with people in control of our ghosts inside of each of our machines, blink a wink
Horror and ecstasy while being animated, thru danger and death with macho-punk, a fink!

Why did you throw a kiss when you left me the last time I saw you? You knew I had a song
Behind the wheel or on the sidewalk waiting for the #Uber to take me home or away, to fly
Victim of circumstance any way you look at it, not knowing what will happen in the by & by
Was a loser, a winner and I’m winning now, you’re losing me, you left and I’m already gone!

by
c. #Lundi, July 15, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ #ForgotAboutIt so I drafted while listenin’ to Delbert McClinton #EveryTimeIRollTheDice & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/FNd0OMUPMR4 }
F.I.N.I.S.

Sunday, July 14, 2019

#FAME #SoulTrains #BullShatTrain #ComeAndGetYourLoveNow #IfYouCanFineTheMicroscopicChit #BareNakedLadies


MASSLESS BYTE, HIGGS-BOSON x's
by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, July 14, 2019
-------------BULLET TRAIN SHOTS--------------

Right off of the bat, I hit a home-run on the first fastball pitch and I did it all for a ton of fun
I thought I was going to study Homer but instead I began hitting them sliders up into the sun
Old men groomed me to catch and throw the ball, taught me to meet the ball with wood slap
In the sweet spot above the Louisville label, in that groove the fast ball merges with the one.

Then coach put me in to pitch and that ruined my repetition and eventually my reputation
Just because I beaned the coach’s dad on a foul fly ball to right field, doesn’t mean I’m done
I’ve got some screwballs and knuckle-balls ready to be smeared upon the two foot strike zone
Perfect game for me at the end of nine, it’s in the books, it’s a perfect game in my mind’s eye.

Cement shoes gold body’s feet thrown into the Montrose harbor on purpose, afore the stank
Treasure and the trash from the refused atomic garbage, lights from burnt stars keep it real
Fire the engines up like a band from Boston and keep them revved up until after the encore
You know there’s gonna be one because nobody ever wants to go home, dead-on to a score.

The one who pontificates knows less than the ones who never pontificate, at least hardly ever
A fale synchronized Will to Power and Intent to evolve #Gods, #HiggsBoson ion-snowy
Synchronicity is a will to power and intent to evolve #gods, #HiggsBoson ion-snowy
Sometimes wisdom has been absorbed into the beholder of the system and abandoned to me
Took the dream and twisted it into a cloudy pretzel of logic and mythological fantasy of Ra.

I wanna say it again, head-knockers write this down ‘cause #IThinkIAm in It, iPhone’s bones
Tautologically certain memoir of understanding, trolling #fakemeat on our Listerine breath
Good men’s civilized society keep love alive, fertilized yolks full of LSD microdot-megadeath
Holy monsters hope for dope, calm, copacetic hairy leather bones of rolling thunder bygones.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche July 14th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:11 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to Barenaked Ladies concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/UsLoUGX2T_Y }

FINIS