#ricoSacto

Saturday, February 06, 2021

@JimiHendrix LIVE in @Maui #SoulSistersComeFromSoulsBrothers

SATURN & NEPTUNE ON JIMI'S LP, VENUS, MARS & MERCURY WITHOUT ME, SONNY

From Time's Space, filling in blanks of Timeless places where angels fear to go yet where I am
Here & now & at One with this one moment as that moment passes, I'm One with the sweet
A symphonic display of reason in a being, a body alive in the middle of nowhere, in the wings
Yet escape we must, by hook or by crook, this too will be done, I shall get to the point It sings.

Opened eyes and mindful of the uncertainty principle, it appears that creation is a fraud, a sham
Played upon the innocent and yet the only way to survive is to be guilty of the capitol crime dam
It's built up against the four walls and the ceiling and there is no bottom floor, only empty cans
To kick around on the streets when you're playin' the game in the hood with a backup Peter Pan.

Meaning nobody nowhere ever has your back when it comes down to the brass tacs of the sisters
Not to mention the brothers and fathers and their unholy alliances with the demon spirit lovers
Men & their women or women and their men, who were taught to be mean spirited gen X dunces
All you are and ever will be is the H2O of this pit and the pendulum that's swingin' for the fences.

In an overwhelming fashion, your inner value is only your breath that goes in & out of your lungs
No canons or cannons to blow your mind and body into the smithereens of their origin, hit songs
Mine or yours, the words mean the same thing regardless of the intent of the speaker's speech
Nothing at the end other than bones in a box, stones in an urn or a pall, God's gold dust's ditch.

Obvious to noone, taught to be the offensive who hate to be offended, beaten & weak, on iPods
Left over from the Big Bang of their mothers and fathers all the way back to the first squirt, me
Where I was then is where I am now and where I will be forever down the road to perdition's sea
My Ma & Pa had Nothing to do with any Original, Mortal or Venial sins, that's s#its on the gods.

Former or current, the thoughts are as they were and will always be, empty sounds signifying Zip
It's indeed all there is, these shortening days & nights are all there is, be alive, give pain the slip
Now and then be happy, have some fun, be aware that some humans only suck your sparked joy
All a vampire thing taught by the sufferingism of human DNA in charge, a species extinction ploy.

Assuming that rational conclusions from the rhetoric have a shred of veracity, this life ain't safe
An abbreviation for becoming aware that Life on Earth is an accidental collision of atomic waste
From a Big Bang in theory to a past reality of the Oneness which is now the Many eaten, the Ate
It is what it is, brains to bones in toes, miraculous love in subatomic form, fragments of a pirate.

It might have benefited the entire human race if only the One or the many knew sons and dads
Or 9 planets & hundreds of galaxies in a 360 degree direction away from the core of Earth dirt
Magnetic poles & a perpetual Time wobble during the elliptical orbit of a burned out black hole
The Sun, our closest star causes certain magnetic distortion, our reality of cosmic-infrared rads.

So, I would like to deduce a final conclusion to the perpetual dilemma for human descendants
You all are so fortunate not to be the food in the pots and pans on the fire, the strong survived
We ate everything on Earth and in the sea to stay alive and transubstantiate the atoms of Fire
Water to flow from pole to equator unless you are a Nile, a Mississippi or an Amazon new hire.

Companies are an Earth invention, nobody else in the universe gives a scat about equine foals
Whether Earth implodes or explodes is no concern for OTHER stars, only for life of black holes
Neither mother Earth nor the origin of her being itself, the sun, a star closest to here and now
Taken Word sounds as smoke signals to signify the whole shebang, a dream within a milk cow.

by
r j j  stephan, i
* Dedicated title HONOR to my pops, @SonnyStephan & @JimiHendrix RIP both!
c.  February 5th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 11:59 Post Meridian, Pacific Standard Time
{ Earshot of JIMI HENDRIX - 32" of Acoustic Jams (1968) @ https://youtu.be/cjbQZXyZ2SI }

FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

Thursday, February 04, 2021

#IAintTheWayYouFoundMe #NowOrLater

<3 <3 <3
A DEAD LINE, A COMMITTED MENTAL CASE CLOSED FOR MONKEY BUSINESS
If and only if you believe that you know anything at all, follow this logical game, a reasoning
Mankind includes your taxes and pension in the mix, all of y'all angels know a One, no-thing
From swamps & deltas to mountaintop ranges of light's remnants of a shining, very dark Star
Burned out from solar animation through infinite space forever, still, it is what all of y'all are.

Being bold is no panacea but it does provide a sense of bravery, fear no evil at muscle shoals
Pall bearers minimized the loss of the loved or admired ones, all spirits gone in black pie-holes
To be or not to be is Not the only question but it leads to the answer, guess is as good as mine
Governor of Life, you are finally, once you've decided to back off or to go at the red stop sign.

You actually have no choice or an free will, no reason to believe blind faith axioms NYC to LAX
To know nothing is to know about all you can know, everything else is conjecture, suspect facts
Dolls and cowboys, paupers and politicians, priests and holy people who believe in high power
Go to the dispensary to get blown away from a flower's garden of Eden into bliss' oblivion tier.

Away and again, ad infinitum, for real and in a somnambolistic stupor you can stuff it up in you'z
Deeper inside holes below to the pie hole and skull cracks up into heaven's empty nest of blues
Country living or squandered life and death in the naked city, junk the people wear pants upon
Not only me but every single one of the beings here and now all of us, here & now, dream ON!

Cartoons of the past, present and future from Flintstones to the Jetsons, I'm your honeybee doll
To inseminate & pollinate or mitotically divide the Oneness' eggs, God danmed suns to be fried
Bacteria and the viruses of the First Cause have become what you see reflected from Fall to Fall
May you disintegrate and concentrate on the Void for a moment in Time, angels died, Gods lied.

Not only will you be happy but also you'll strive to avoid pain, to be paupers bowing to a czar
When you have no control of any feature of this or that now or in the future, then you will see
That the only thing you'll ever get to know for sure, is that you're thinking or think that you are
Path taken down the middle, up the lazy river by the old mill stream, pretension's a given, me!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  February 4th, 2021 A.D. @ 2:22 AMPST
{  Jammed out in the AM while in Golden Silence & then some @BlakeShelton #Honeybee & hits @ https://youtu.be/zgAS8eWAIK8 or on my blog @ https://rjjstephan.blogspot.com/ }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
 

Wednesday, February 03, 2021

#HoneyComb & #HoneyBees #GladWeHadThisTalk

 
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A CHAINED APEMAN DREAMIN' IN A PENITENTIARY FOR LIFE & DEATH
On a clear day, the shade of the night hides in the gangways where many angels flood
With the scents of boiling greens or some polish porridge, I walked & tripped like a god
As if I was immortal, unconscious of my mortality and easy damage to skin and bones
Matters to nobody but all of us, me, myself & I, the three musketeers' sword drones.

Followers loving and hating the gnarled fingers, spiderweb of the gramma's hands smokin'
Keepin' us all in line, ready to be programmed by the mighty machine, an altar boy servin'
Picking up the Latin language of a High Mass was no problem for an Irish-Italian superboy
There were many more than me, myself & I, serving the Roman Catholic sacrifice of God.

Sadness drippin' onto my feet and my manicured tip toes, sideways & crazy comedy-tragedy
Wait long enough and it will rear it's ugly head, figuratively and right on the bookie's money
Seems like you and I had a good talk the last time we got mad, you feared I was a shot of gin
But I was just a jigger of Jack, it's just a thing me & my kin did for free, last one down hatchin'.

Here's one thing that will give you a chill and make you spill your glass of wine, hands on deck
Welfare to keep the children safe enough to grow up and hack into the every database click
Company or one, independent grandma or child from a dysfunctional delusion, American ways
Fine as the ends and the means that comprise the whole shebang, no immortals of a solar daze.

Hold on tight because the ride's gonna get a bit bumpy, if you know what I mean sugar, an ace
Hearts in front of diamonds, in a most respectful way, sugar, a sweet concoction, a lot of taste
Could have been the appearance of the real things that I saw decades ago, a UFO all in my mind
That's what the shrink on base told me, said I was #FitForDuty, no worries about aliens of mine.

Known & occult that will never be, it's not for all eyes but for your eyes only, aw honeysuckle
It's diamonds, silk or a sweet thing like honey or a gigabyte of cash, penny stock's bum heaven
Drawn in the sand, my line has disappeared and now I've gone back to the #GitGo, once again
Buzzing and burning out from being sunny days and shade trees to make it on God's freckle.
by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Wednesday, February 3rd, 2021 A.D. @ 3:33 AMPST
{  Jammed while jammin' to @Blake_Shelton #HoneyBee & #RedRiverBlue link @ https://youtu.be/zgAS8eWAIK8 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?