#ricoSacto

Saturday, June 17, 2023

#ThGoldenGirls #TheRollingStones #TheMightyTemptations #NoGift #NoScat #NoNoze #EndTimesDivisionAdditionExtractionCondition #Everlast #IGotAWeakness

STRAIT-JACKET
HANDOFF, WHITE-BLACK MAGIC SPELL
I used to cry when I found out that someone I loved died, friend or relative but then
Why I cry? You & I are all gonna die if we made it past the immaculate conception hen
Father in heaven or somewhere within or without the cosmic egg shell, God’s DNA high
Leaving an innocent creation alone without wisdom is ill advised, sorry God, gonna die.

On an irregular basis, I pull into the dry-dock to eliminate the barnacles from my inner hull
I knew they’d come the H2O, just like anchovies & the rest of the old men’s fish in a crock
Full-on hook ‘em, burn ‘em in hot fire & then eat ‘em & you’ll find in the end, it’s shat for all
Three musketeers got an infinite supply in Space, straight-ape finite tryst of gas, cold rock.

Cried ‘til all tears dried, then whimpered uncontrollably for mama already gone, bye sons
Pops just doin’ the hit & run thing, programmed into the genome to survive, gotta get high
Superb stratosphere where angels fear to go, kissing up on emptiness’ in a fallen white lie
It’s a sun burnin’ up the helium on high, far, far away from the other fake suns’ dimensions.

Regrets annihilated at the realization that this is all there is, no heaven or hell for a good sin
Mortal, venial, original & the ignorance of commands to obey a code create by a magic jinn
Thought I mixed up the theories & the happy hour drinks together, put a parasol in a cherry
I’ll eat & drink it, I’ll urinate or defecate it & then on a final trip, draw on my license to carry.

All of us who comprehend are too human not to believe that the world is a form of Matter
From the macroscopic, nothing animated can be seen, no infinite vision of a clean-up batter
Only a myopic gaze ready to swing too late, after the facts just to pad the strike-out record
A professional full of regret, once a prime MVP & now inebriated by disgust for the horde.

Not alcohol or cannabinol or any of the myriad of ways to try to die before Time outruns
Out or in, either way it always finishes up in a hot whimper, release of the last puff of puns
Punny but not so funny, bad jokes are usually on me when I forget the punch lines, I wanna
Recollect the laughter, ear-to-ear smiling faces pretending to be my friends, fixed it, it’s Canna!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, June 17th 2023 Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST
{ Broke the Word up, left the fragments for the hunger, dinner & lunch are here & now @VanMorrison
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Friday, June 16, 2023

#FlyinRedFlags #SkipARope #MothersAreFathersWithWealth #GreenGreen

CASHIN’ IN ON FREE ADVERTISEMENT, MAKIN’ LEMONADE OUT OF LIMES
Making good sense that I’m sensitive to my sensational trip on the fantastic light from up above
A train from history to the undocumented present pulled into the train depot & still we all love
She loves me, I love somebody else & eventually the species will be the undocumented history
Over the dreams I had and forgot right after I woke up in a cold sweat, no regrets of thee, I see.

Harm to all of the chicken littles who populate the thing itself, the Earth that spins & wobble It
Everything on Earth isn’t necessarily everywhere in the galaxy or in everybody’s mind, a notion
That the return after we all flip-flop from innocence to influencing the weak-minded harbor sin
Matter of being in the right place at a right time, being a master of that skill is the pinnacle, son.

Who will defend the innocent and the guilty until proven innocent? Nobody, you will perish too
Leaving the state of bedlam, the concepts & the conclusions from those premises of assumption
No premise is indubitably true so, conclusions are contingent upon unknown factors, y’all stink
To the ego, without me, Earth doesn’t exist, extinction will break a camel’s back become extinct.

Powerless right there in the center of the universe, we’ve got to believe what you see is a ghost
Otherwise, the alternative will hurt so bad you’d wish you were dead & buried, depress the host
Let it go in one ear & out the other, choose to keep it stabbed in your head, pal, you’ll bleed out
I’m no expert but five quarts of blood runnin’ through your arterial canals, leak every heartbeat.

Rabbit hopped away before the last day, escaped being the predator meal, all maggots got feet
Bums and junkies from the sidewalks & sideroads aren’t the deviants you thought, it is the elite
Some known and others in stealth, like Jack the Ripper or just Genghis Kahn on the warpath rail
Expressway to hearts and souls of the worst of the human genome, extinction Will Be Your Fall.

Golden dawn can enlighten #Wokeness, neither nirvana heaven nor hell has a haven for Doubt
Mental conception to assuage Realization that nothing is neither above nor below this God pall
Dead only in the conceptual analysis but alive inside of your core, cosmic light of sacred fire ball
Fills you & empties you, beginning & ending in a barely audible whimper, hiss & then we’re out.

High lion pride is the family of cats who prowl for sustenance and metabolize the nights & days
Where are the white supremacists and the black, red, yellow & brown-skinned revolutionaries?
Watch in Darkness & know that your stark blindness is due to a tolerance for insanity’s evil livin’
Young babies abused birth thru incarceration inside prison walls, Welfare’s cheaper to keep ‘em.

You know you actually care although you claim to care less about fake humanity allowed to be
Here & now while you’re alive after historical civilization’s past repeats of the family old oak tree
Present in the presence of being & the nothingness, same time in Space as the rest of the family
Whose fault is Man’s moral decline of civilization but the Nature of the Beast, “Come on, man!”

Peaks of white mountains high, nothing but the frozen ice and snow leftover from cold boulders
No holy temples or caves are full of the stem cells needed to bake in the moral turpitude of hers
My one & only wife who completed my yin/yang sphere escaping from a circular jerk I’ve spent
My graffiti mocks censorship, Good & Evil, Ugly & Beautiful of Thee I sing, genius’ pay the rent!

Who is in charge of the operation to smuggle illegal aliens over borders enclosing liberty’s pile
Skull & bones inside of Fake logo work vans, payoff to border guards all done, threats to family
All the gold is in the mansion’s swimming pools’ secret, sealed safe beneath the six feet of tile
But the tile panel of red, white & blue, black lined lanes for the Olympic freestyle and butterfly.

Death penalty, bird man of Alcatraz, still alive in a myth, forgotten by the elders’ cancel culture
Bump city with nightclubs open until 3 AM, spreading Words, silent Disease via the idiot future
Evil is Live in reverse accidentally on purpose, a random no-brainer just curiously a yin & a yang
Cool, holy way, coincidence or a Will to Power, directed by One dreamer of the whole shebang!

Wherever we go & no matter how long we get to do the being alive on Earth thing, it’s a binge
Of course, homeruns, touchdowns, buzzer-beaters shot outside of the three & then you cringe
Hunger satiated, thirst quenched, all of the bottoms are straight up & certain to reach the Ends
Began before you & I arrived, it’s comin’ on later, save face, die in your sleep or wear Depends!

Tornado in the panhandle took me & my dog away to the world of OZ where ruby slippers pace
But there is a problem in paradise, Houston we have a problem out in the inner galaxy of Space
Sometimes you live & sometimes you cry & then eventually, it ain’t my fault but boom, It sings
Films rerun for godchildren of godmothers and godfathers, all too human angels without wings.

Bravery required to face illusions & then annihilate the facts they’ve promulgate in social media
Recently a thorn in the side of ignorance & it’s nemesis the enlightenment of Earth’s cool fauna
Bridges to both what’s above and below this ground of being, a sensation of breathing in & out
Hike on hard rock ground, fall down and get up every time you see the love you missed, I pout!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, June 16th 2023 Anno Domini 6:22 AMPST
{ Kicked out the rhyme-prose of bums & junkies jammin’ to #FedExCloned Smugglers Blues https://youtu.be/LSXKyHM133c & https://twitter.com/i/status/1669433484849434640 }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
Y U P - @JOJO
#Bombay