#ricoSacto

Tuesday, November 10, 2020

*PURPLE BLUES IN BLACK FOR YELLOWJACKETS AND GREENHORNS #EatinSaltyPeanutsOutTheCan

OL' GOD'S DAMS IN THE HANDS
by
r j j  stephan, i
{ #STFU FCrybabies!}

Peculiar as anything that is a conundrum of epic proportions, common ground is uneven too
Fine tooth comb used to scrape the hair tonic across the scalp to lay the nap and curls down
Introduction to the mesmerized by magic and the absolute continuity of the drones of druids
People left here and now before the end has occurred to the 208 bones we tuned to move It.

What it is and why it is so are not inconceivable, you didn't have to be alive at the Thing's genesis
Yet you must take a wild, leap of unprovable, blind faith and believe that the Truth is, I fake peace
I was at war with the world the day my mother's egg was fertilized with passion and love of girls
Here and now, I've metabolized the genesis of my world's unconscious consciousness of turtles.

In gold there's a god and in the bottom line there's a level devil drawing the ends and the means
For your mother and father before you and your sons and daughters after you have come to sing
It is what it's always been since day 1 up to and including day 7, resting on a comma for beans
Muck and mire stirred up like the origin of a tornado, dirty water and hard rocks for the Rising!

In the end, there's no shame in beginning again, ad infinitum as it should be, it will be . . .
You and I are just too good to be true, we could not have been responsible for the creation Id
Made without logic and reason for the method to be able to repeat, educated guess I can see
It appears to be the moment prior to falling asleep in bed, not even an iota of control the Kid.

On a roll when you be rolling and knowing that the trip's nearly finished and you're gonna be woke
Your body will lie in state in front of the friends and families opportunity to carouse and lie in a joke
Snakes in the grass or lost on the sidewalk or the karma that sticks to your ephemeral ape-soul of It
What It is, deep inside you'll know what I mean, exactly, workin' it and pretending it ain't some chit.

Mini-Me and the scary monster from my inner basket of deplorables all fall down, ringin' of Rosie
Leaves fallen, the chill of the macrocosmic will to power of the people, red, brown, black & white
Reverse discriminatory fixes and be the cause of Everything on Earth but not in Heaven's box kite
Deep State is watching and listening without any body to see or perceive at all.  Donuts & coffee.

I will to the Power I have to cause the things to happen the way of my intent, direction to the ole bulls
Eyes of the male bovine really says it all, look at you to kick it up a notch, to keep makin' numb skulls
Crack and split apart as the united resist and revert to the fatal attraction to the starlit heat of narcissists 
An incompetent man and innocent, well meaning congressman or celebrity say they're tight marxists.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Tuesday, #Blovember 10th, 2020 A.D.
{  Drafted while jammin' to the HITS OF @WarTheBand link @ https://youtu.be/nEDB62oKv2M }

finis
alpha
W.W.A.R.D.?

Sunday, November 08, 2020

#HaveATalkWithGod #IfGodDoesNotExistYouAreOutOfLuck #TheyCalledMeJoeRich #AllHandsOnDeck #PRINCE1

GHOST-PRIED FRUIT IN THE LOOM
by
Richard Joseph Stephan
Today at 10:05 AM 
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In & out of the feelings you learned from crying in a hole-womb, a bad smell perturbation
Alive and well in the composted final ending of Time and Space, erasing all face to face
With the friends and foes of the Dream, the #Woke move first and last, start to no place
For the sake of rationality & special creation of Adam and Eve, God was always a concept.
*
Entertaining the childhood reference from the Book or the Blind Faith of hooded priest foal
Priesthood from the pope to the father, a collar and a pledge to pretend to be a One & done
When they can be no more than you or I, no more than the hobo or the gadfly, rattle the roll
Perfection’s gross inequality of being & nothingness become the Ends, I am being alive, son!
*
Puns and explicit predicates for the subjects and objects of the the propositional logic & Scat
Which begins and ends with the essence of the entire load of x’s & o’s, curiosity killed the cat
Yet, I stand here on two paws, called feet because I don’t have four, got two hands to cosign
Stoppin’ the go, full speed ahead, yielded to caution, right, wrong, a cell of DNA’s acid brine.
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Choice & Will to Power of creating something out of nothing, a given to me, hope’s all yours
Anger yields failure, pure expectation imagined as inevitable reality, yield a One’s happiness
Dead or alive, lived a past zygote to a century before & after the One, I thrive deep within
Heart flashin’ a sequence of days and nights before the presence, sacred to me, I am The Sin.
*
I gave up the ghost when Time arose, no accidental random aberration, planetary trajectory
Alive as long as I could and maybe a moment later than I should have, somebody helped me
Stayed alive because I wasn’t goin’ anywhere, I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die, I am One
NYC to LA, just one of the continents I animate, the other six have my six or they’re 1 & done.
*
Singing in the rain or the blazing desert sun is one and the same thing, anything is All of You
Luck has nothing to do with the Time in this Space, it’s all intent, all and everything you want
Anything you need at all, you got it in spades, diamonds, clubs and hearts, It Is a royal flush
Cannot ever lose when everything in the complete cosmos is in my bones, Life is a cool Rush!
*
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, BLOVEMBER 8TH, 2020 A.D.
 
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?


Saturday, November 07, 2020

#FrereJacques #SleepsWithHooks #Happy70JackieStopka

#WOKE GOLDEN DAWN, MY WAKE

by
Richard Joseph Stephan
Today at 1:53 PM 

*orig drafted on Friday, November 6th, 2020 A.D. @ 3:33 PM

There is no reason for the idiots on Earth other than the key to the breath in black holes
Compared to the end of days, the origin of days is not in the historical record, it’s sacred
Nobody other than the dead who are grateful for having been alive for a NY minute beat
Coming to the ends where you and I will someday be all alone, without our bodies’ souls.
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You and I keep the secret of the final day we’ll be alive, deep in an invisible, holy ghost spirit
What runs into a revolution is a mass of idiots without reason or ability to rationalize it, bro
Moments in imaginary Time’s imaginary Space put us in synch with an empty conniption fit
Here’s what is difficult if not impossible to comprehend, you’re here now & gone tomorrow.
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Six Corners of three streets that intersect the northside and make monkey dreams come true
Common ground of ways and means to synchronize the engine of creation, I’m hot & I spook
You know your mother & repugnant father were random collisions, lucky to be a royal blue
Hairless forms & shapes that burn random, caloric intake stink to high heaven’s Stonybrook.
*
Apes & snakes animate molecules from being inert atoms into to live, wide awake honeybees
Protein is the fuel, DNA flows in the evolved arteries and veins moving the Iron, heart & soul
Categorized as filthy, dirty, rotten, it is exactly what I am, like my mother, terra ferma Trees
On the peanut situation of growing nuts out the ground into bushes and growths in grease.
*
Red eyes staring at the doctor and the nurse as if they have anything to do with life and cysts
Doing what they can for society & culture to keep disease of the dying away from my kicks
Complete nourishment for thirst and hunger of flies lookin’ for the rotten who’re in on the fix
If existence is things that move by absorbing the matter around them then the Earth exists.
*
Nuclear and solar radiation supply the planet with it’s life and death pattern, yins and yang
Round sphere, cubed square and prismatic triad without ever getting the singular pointing
To the undeniable Truth, we’re all gonna die and nobody knows why but they take love a liar
Einstein to Chaplin and around the rest of the world to end in China, God’s original hellfire.
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Come here and I’ll give you an undeserved boost from ignorance to wisdom, counts to 10
When you get to a number 5, stop and reverse the count back to the 1, an original unit Zen
Silence yet wide awake and conscious in a vacuum of microscopic dust, blowin’ smoke to fire
Until it’s a weightless chimera of itself, original matter & form, #FakeNews on a funeral pyre.
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You came down, spinning light into an observatory of dreams my father gave me from Adam
Not only is the good, bad and the ugly all there is but also the beautiful is what’ll never be
Pretty in purple, yellow or pink is what you never see if you’re blind since you’re a flim-flam
I just intuited that the world had something to be seen, I never saw the light, it’s inside of me.
*
In the seven seas or on the seven continents, the Earth was here & now, tomorrow yesterday
Same movement of the concerto or the gadfly on the piano, flowing up, down, inner & outer
Monopoly of consciousness, dreaming within a dream, bestowed upon me without impunity
A Shakespearean plot to cause havoc, being jealous of siblings & a #woke, unmoved mover.
*
Freedom is the word we give to what you have when only you are the king of Rio Lower
It’s opposite Slavery is the the word we give to being chained by another Will to Power
Insanity is a step away from being vote harvested in elderly folks retirement home blow
Many people died and their profanity continues to their old address, how lucky for y’all yo!
*
by
r j j stephan, i
c. SIXIÈME JOUR DE NOVEMBRE, VINGT-VINGT ANNO DOMINI
Friday, November 6th, 2020 A.D.
 
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?