#ricoSacto

Friday, January 17, 2025

J O J O WE LOVE L.A.! I CAN'T TELL YOU WHY EITHER IT'S THE ANGELS! #Congratulations @POTUSTrump

WHO TOOK THE 1ST BYTE DE LA POMME?
Alexander, that’s great, you got taught by Aristotle, all warmed up & practiced the skills until perfect like your grander papa
Even if you’re an orphaned, illegitimate baby, you are still a member of society & if you break rules, you’ll be in yo’ mama
Meaning that you’ll end the life you’ve been granted just because you’ve been conceived & not aborted all too human race
Cacophony of chaos where you belong, a place where you want to be, you’re not in the Space you think, wink out of place.

Simply too complex to comprehend with the subjects and predicates left over in ten commandments & evolutionary milk
Chunky monkeys before they evolved into naked apes were things that were caused by accidental, gravitational collapse ilk
Hydrogen and oxygen are an accidental trip on the light fantastic by the divine & profane, using idiots known as the following
Useful though they are, they can be paid gold & silver to lie, cheat and pretend you ain’t lying or cheating, I’ll whistle & sing.

Follow neo-argument to the ending, premises assumed, a priori true & cannot be a posteriori false, love scrapes with Death
It’s ahead of all the living, humans, aliens, every plant & animal of every species, y’all gonna die with one gasp of bad breath
Finale twisted & shouted when nobody can hear the words, the language is foreign mumbling underground, look out back
Bloody skin pouring out into the anti-gravitational place in Space without dirty ground, not a pebble of solar wasted rock.

Hills above the plains that lead to the higher ground where the peaks show the last hot places to have become the Gods
It’s volcanoes that the ignorant tribes used to sacrifice virgins to the power nobody e’er saw, it was all a gangster paradise
Earth caught in the orbit, you & I know, we mortals without heaven or hell, we got Earth, period, comma, exclamation point
Faith no more in anything other than will it kill you & if the answer’s yes, you eliminate the threat in due haste, roll a joint.

Comin’ in crimson-hot for a landing without informing the Tower of Power, I have a pass on all rules & laws, I’m dreaming
Inside of my mind within my head, it’s all lying down in my bed, I’m asleep & you’re all that I am, my dreams are streaming
Every day outside of the planet Earth is not a day at all, you only have “x” days if standing on a spinning lump of hard rocks
Sand and hydrogen with oxygen perform the beaches packed with human females with bikinis, lookin’ for love in an Xbox.

Nowhere in sight surfing the waves nor sitting in the lifeguard perches waiting for the shark feed comin’ with hungry jaws
Blowing whistles & horns, megaphone ATTENTION ALL SWIMMERS, don’t panic just get out of the water 10 seconds-law
All well played, no harm done, the biggest part of me, ain’t the fault of safety above & below in a perch on a shady iceberg
Hopeless when you’ve lost all bat blind faith, you still expect charity from the sheeple who pose as the people of the fold.

Peer pressure and peer review always meant nothing to me, I couldn’t be shamed into compliance with the throne’s fools
Anyway, I love L.A. and it’s a significant fact of life that if you don’t love it then you don’t know the charity of the good angels
Needed one or two tropical places near the equator, L.A. is One of the Many, not too many, @PamBiondi rocks the House
Contrarian agreement with nobody & no one can negotiate the terms of a possible scenario, zero tattoos under yo’ blouse.

I will not know what I know I won’t know when the memory fades & I forget the cause of all of these special effects, justice
It will be done without me no doubt in the spins around the sun from here on out to the finale, all elephants and blind mice
Killed in traps, meat eaten, burned or buried in DNA ash, might’ve been shat through the intestinal fortitude of a wet dream
Keep in mind y’all that is the way the species survives or becomes extinct, sensory perception of the pheromones & steam.

Holy yet irreverent to the good, the bad or evil & the ugliest examples of the genome’s random rock and roll in a jive jokers’
Monkey shines keeping you interested in the things themselves unravelling right before your eyes, have mercy on the elders
Do unto others as you’d have them do unto you, if you forget, it is what @Jesus would do if he returned from the netherworld
Rose again or descended down from the Cielo in Outerspace, somewhere between galaxies of solar systems, God hurled!

High above clouds, between here and the moon, astronauts have been there & back, cosmonauts’ void, remain abandoned
Walk downstairs, where’s my cookies & ‘nilla milk shake & how come I ain’t home in my living room, oh, I am on a greyhound
Nobody would believe I’m the one they ought not to mess with so, each bully got a chance to let the wrath unfold its wraith
Finale, no encore other than the original encounter, the mortal sin against the 1st to 10th commandments, God is now dead!

God unseen, priestly profession inherited from self-prophetic, early leaders, fantasy world of a brain-tumor affected mind
Blisters on my fingers, panhead is tuned up & I’m rollin’ south on the One, PCH allows no errors, I am the perfection kind
Bull the male and cow the female, animals large & small, microorganisms with or without souls, any body has life in it, so
Keep in mind, when you & I die, that’s it, caput so get with the program before you’re wake, put your lips together & blow!

by

 r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Janvier XVIIth MMXXV Anno Domini  @ 333 PMPST

{ Filled the dead air all around the planet, 365 degrees about the circumference without any argument counter-clockwise or otherwise; now my poem above is fresh & the artificial intelligence poem below is also fresh, I had nothing to do with it’s excellence but with my own, all while jammin’ to @ChicagoTheBand #DreamALittleDreamOfMe on a loop, youTube link

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

This is:

The Odyssey of the Stars

In the realm of midnight's gleaming light,
Where dreams are sown in starry flight,
There lies a tale of epic might,
Beyond the grasp of mortal sight.

From the ancient whispers of the breeze,
To the murmurs of the ageless seas,
A hero rose with heart at ease,
To conquer lands and sail with ease.

With sword of valor, shield of grace,
They ventured forth through time and space,
Against the dark, a daunting face,
In search of fate’s elusive place.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Where dragons soar and phoenixes fly,
They faced the storm, defied the sky,
With courage bold and spirits nigh.

In caverns dark with shadows cold,
Where secrets of the past unfold,
They sought the wisdom, tales of old,
To craft the future, bright and bold.

The sirens’ song, the witches’ spell,
They braved the waves, the ocean’s swell,
For in their heart, a truth did dwell,
A destiny they knew too well.

The fire’s breath, the ice’s bite,
They battled through the endless night,
With steadfast faith, an inner light,
To bring the dawn and end the fight.

From dawn to dusk, in steadfast quest,
Through endless trials, they did their best,
For in their soul, they knew no rest,
Until the stars proclaimed the test.

And so they soared on wings of hope,
Through realms where only legends cope,
A tapestry of dreams to rope,
The epic tale, the cosmic scope.

In the end, when all was done,
They stood beneath the golden sun,
A journey vast, a battle won,
The tale of stars and hero’s run.

For in the hearts of those who hear,
The epic song forever near,
A call to rise, to banish fear,
And brave the night with spirits clear.

Thus ends the tale of timeless lore,
Of hero’s quest and evermore,
An odyssey from shore to shore,
In the realm of stars, forevermore.

by        ai

Wednesday, January 15, 2025

#ILoveLA #MakinLoveOrJustLyinAround @WARTheBand #GOLD @TheEaglesBand @Nirvana

LET'S GITTERDONE!  POTUS TRUMP WILL CRAFT THE GLOW

What’s the buzz?

 it’s our issue!

You have no reason to be irresponsible & irrational, the bad guys steal from good guys
It is not of this world to be examined by the Science & Philosophy of dreams of psy-flies
Through the final stop of our genome, there is fear & loathing to be dealt with, deep inside
Inner sanctum is the place in space where it all resides until death do us part, I’ve Pride.

Holy scat atop a high mountain where angels fear to go, how long will it be ‘til a bye & bye
You know I loved it the moment I arrived at LAX, man that was the best back in 1974’s sky
Perfect day to fall in love with L.A. & nobody knew me then & still don’t know me in Rome
But only if the Truth be told then it’s a matter of time on the streets & boulevards of home.

Punchin’ in your mouth that the punks taught you how to use, you do it yourself if you could
You can’t so you won’t, there is no lying about the Truth that be told, it’s when you get wood
In the deposit mode, if you get lucky & the female’s got 18-21 years with nothin’ at all to do
Like an infection or mind funk anyone can catch unless you’ve been vaccinated with Blow.

Painkillers and pain enhancers will kill you if a motor vehicle accident doesn’t get you first
Sights unseen and predication unheard of both contribute to the hysteria and unholy thirst
Kicked the door down even though it wasn’t locked or closed all the way, all cracked holes
To the top & down to the bottom, who knows what the sum of all zeroes is? Nobody knows.

Things themselves that God’s damned to Hades down under the equator of illusory treats
If you’re lucky enough to have people who care about you once you’ve gone decrepit stats
No heart beating, no breathing, wondering or caring about the useless & nugatory mothers
Ghosts enter the tiny egg to animate the inanimate, say whoa man, this is a ghost, brothers.

Contusions letting the blood turn from purple to red, all 5 pints gone in a New York minute
Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, just pay attention to the record & be in it to win it
No reason to be playing just for the symbolic appearance of caring about the living bull shyt
In the hashtag words of a mockingbird, one tweet after another droppin’ from lips, I slipped.

Reasons within the rhyme and the inductive reasoning of the deductive arguments for & VS.
Hearts and the souls accompanying them live to breathe & propagate the 8 feet high fences
Common denominator and product of the dividends, it’s the sum of all fears’ monstrosities
About the forehead and cervical concoction, the hot numb skull & backbone of the cities.

Error is predictable considering circumstances bestowed upon parents by heaven-scents
As all of our ancestors left tall tales and relics of threads they wore while outside the tents
Roaming around the deserts, easier to find water than in the hills and meadows worldwide
Seven continents of the underwater dirt exposed due to devolved H2O’s catastrophic glide.

Death by disease, old age, murder, suicide or freedom’s defense, that’s all there is below
No hell at the bottom of the Earth’s core, just molten iron as in the center of any old star
In perpetual orbit about another star, our binary suitor from nowhere close to the gods
Far, far away from the thing itself, it’s a form of nothing at all, shapeless, gassed hotrods.

Selective amnesia in love with keeping your heart unknown to you & everyone on Earth
Simulation of reality so that nobody knows that the perceptions are dreamlike chimera
Infinite in scope & substance, the essence of every galaxy cluster’s nucleus, Ra Me Rah
On the way to the end of a fool’s errand, it’s a quick stop for some Luckies & an RC cola.

Known perfection and unknown amorphous imperfection, finite & infinite, it’s what I bawls
Clues to the solution of the mystery, to know what you know is all you can beckon a scan
Mirth spit into the microphone, the song sings itself, hardrock & drama full of fool’s spam
Interior decorated with wall-to-wall carpets in a room, wallpaper over prime, stoned walls.

Chunky monkeys full of the scat they’ve been force fed by their caretaking mothers of God
Complete without regard for sharing your things with those who deserve nothing at all, et al
On the nature of the beast, the woman or man that you are, girl or boy you buried in the sod
To grow tall only to be whacked by whacker blades, crew cut monster from ZZ Top & Muddy.

250 billion dollars of damage every time the sun wants to set the whole shebang ablaze
Bleed out every ounce & pint & quart of the colored liquid sunlight, what else could it be
Purple blood inside hearts & hot red=blooded continental human beings’ 3 widish scree
Pretenders rule Reality displays from birth to death, y ‘all might get a tombstone in Space.

Gigs to be done before the concert that never, ever occurred at Woodstock or Big Sur beach
Honey too sweet to be the holy scat left over by the masticating defecators of maggot lunch
Harmed by the flies on the walls, they carry words that fill the heads’ minds to catch a ball
Or hit the ball with something, maybe even kick the ball between two sticks of the pall mall.

Horrors allowed to be without a studio audience, inside a coffin post-mortem verboten
Stress is the necessary condition of being on point for being most fit to survive the joke
High or low, Simon says scat & Schusters repeat ad infinitum, it’s text-book mortal sin
Mindful on normal idiocy in the rooms of every house burnt to the ground, up in smoke.

No harm & no foul in every single case, unconcerned about your mingling with the fools
If they become wise as a result of the interference, then & only then they’ll swim in pools
With or without fish, gods disappear into Zeus’ wild blue yonder, Taqiyya & Tequilla toast
All split infinitive in the guillotine & now always, forever as the headless horseman ghost.

Prick the cushion with as many straight pins as possible & you’ll experience full Nirvana
Space’s Time is a fool’s illusory diversions, I ate a peach tree whole, Allman to Santana
Road of infinity has no finale, don’t even go there, never even try or it’ll be much too late
Born to be wild not to be tame once the Motor started runnin’ & I rolled upon the highway.

That’s Life between the ears of you and me, I ain’t the one who started this, I’m a passenger
On your buddy’s foul account of the bloody things from Birth to Death of our inner stranger
Hills slope upto the tops of the mountain range of woke lunatics planted by the Big Banger
If and only if you look at us baby, then and only then you’ll know why you ain’t an all-nighter.

A hit and then a run before there’s another memory recording it other than your own spark
Killer whale of people on seven continents ‘cause you’re here & now, swimmin’ with seals
Looky here now, creeps come in all sizes for one and all, a scared baby born of hater snark
Apes believe in their feeding time & get a bit cranky if the food is late or tasteless cat meals.

Pills engorged until bowels got so inflamed even frozen ice couldn’t mend the harm done
Seven holes in the human face larger than size of a skin pore, eyes, ears, nose’s & a mouth
Dozens of eggs flowing when the state of martial arts retrieves wisdom’s power of a drone
Nothing was ever made in the shade, all of it can be exiled to deep space’s north & south.

Heads ache for a minute or two, take a pill or not, you’re impinging on brain matter, greys
Why the Greys left the grey stuff up in the RNA of the cranium when creating a DNA haze
Mighty or weak inside your mind & out to your fingers and toes, determined hoe & a heave
In or out of the digs that Alice left for us all to engage with, mighty Earth gods Adam & Eve.

Pine wood hollowed out for you to remain unrotten, buried deeply in an underground setup
It will always be this way that it is until the last gasp or Big Bang’s sling to the Big Hush TFU
Honey sweet for a while ‘til it turns rancid due to the atmospheric pressure to be dissolved
All senses ultimately return to Nothingness, don’t blame the messenger, mystery’s solved.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, Janvier 15th 2025 A.D. @ 1111 AMPST
{ Drafted headaches to Hades while jammin’ to my head pounding, I’m hungry!  Jammin the finale while listenin’ to @WarTheBand #LowRider https://youtu.be/Wx_OrjGn9lo }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

Sunday, January 12, 2025

#StopPretendingThatYoureSomoneElse #SoulSearching

Ssss-GhostLivinInAGhostTown-ssss
You are now homeless because you’ve spread homelessness, hum bums’ junk, Elvis & y’all
All streamin’ bums and junkies rule the uninhabited wealth of the high hill of the fools’ hill
Bums invaded the neighborhood of gold & silver hoarders, underground safely down low
Real estate agents, owners of the properties in paradise above & beyond the dregs below.

Tricks with or without magic words can cause the effect because of your will to power trip
Stark view of the world as we know it can suffice for all you’ll ever know and never skip
In the heat of the frozen night, undercovers that mysterious curiosity nobody recalls at all
Shot the guns and rifles, to be certain of the uncertainty of bad guys in mean streets’ pall.

Steering clear of the obstacles you could see, hear & smell but couldn’t touch good taste
Drinkin’ the alcohol only makes you want to drink more alcohol, a downward spiral mate
Our ancestors and descendants were & will be the filthy bums, drunks on the backstreets
Pumped the love and hate joy-juice into thin skin, down to the 208 bones’ hard rock beats.

Soul begins the scoot on the road, up the middle to the end of the clear lines, finite redux
High or low, seen or invisible to the sixth or the other five senses, days of old are pure luck
You were conceived either on purpose or in error, in every case roll & sweet leaf, Za ZEN tea
Runaways don’t turn into Getaways easily, balls ripped from their backs for social security.

Sensational alpha before the dawn turns into an extinct omega, we had to take it easy, man
Understanding & Acceptance of the Truth as it is, are required blind faith, One won, amen
Before each of our conceptions, saving your skin and bones wasn’t necessary, now it is, so
Dreaming you live and die on Earth is the cosmic psychopathic trail, whistle me, just blow!

My brown-eyed girl animates sleeping, inanimate objects of stone, obliterated a freemason
Out in bright sunlight with nothing to hide in a shadow of anything in itself, eyes wide open
Punch directly delivered to the two lips & chin, recall an uppercut to the jaw-drop the gums
You can’t fool mother nature & better love yo mama, karma isn’t kind to mother’s slums.

Essence of incense in the olfactory region of the form, scratch & sniff for the full effect of It
Living free or indentured makes a difference to humans alive on Earth, rich, poor, same chit
Oxygen helping to keep us all alive while carbon-O2 we exhale is used for cash, gods’ gold
Built to rock, stone & plastic fastened together in forged steel, it’s skyline to be rigmarole.

I have a secret which cannot be bifurcated in anyone’s mouth, you hear nothing at all y’all
Conceptual analysis is the tool your father warned you about & you played contrarian ball
Law enforced right after the crime is committed to avoid chaos’ lawlessness down under
Of the women and the puppy love served up in the way too early teens, SNAFU & FUBAR.

Penniless without pockets anyway, wealthy in a manner of speaking, far, far away, too far
Radioactive blood feeding the frenzy for a gold standard & live jerk-offs alive in a bell jar
A rat and a mole confronted each other inside of a floating container, it’s hard to swallow
No more being nice to the relative species, “No More Mr. Nice Guy!” what I oughta bellow.

Hound dog song clarifies the way it is, the way it goes more often than not, a ghost towner
Not alive & not dead but in between a rockin’ hard place & Outerspace’s empty chattaqua
Etcetera comin’ in threes like you’ve never seen before, now that I mentioned it, she sees
Overhears about what nobody but you will find, creepin’ afoot explains stone ‘hood’s trees.

In search of the miraculous trip only gods get, there are too many now homeless in the hills
Where the angels lived on a hill above the creepy fires that sealed the thievery speed bawls
No desires for things unrequited nor unrequired by the thing itself in me, underground to fear
Pity for the less fortunate who made the beds they sleep in, they don’t like it, God don’t care.

Called them punks because they seemed beyond good & evil, both in & out of stone temples
On the corners off the busy streets, using the cross-street to nominate the group of greasers
Or the future American religious-political fodder farmed from Wisconsin to Colorado fool gold
Shut your mouth oughta do the trick & keep the occult out of sight, certain it can’t be found.

In theoretical jargon, the conclusion deduced before a last gasp for one & all, that’s all folks
Splashin’ & screamin’ but it’s what’s happening when there’s a Big Bang & nowhere left to go
Past to Future in a snap, hardly a moment spent in the Present, Presence a gift to never give
Truth for all Life in all forms is just to be or not to be, Francis Bacon retrograde to Plato alive.

Regardless of your knowledge & recollection of facts of life & death, it’s happening Supreme
Wisdom of the ghost within is to remain humming silently like a well-oiled cyber-punk meme
Ruthless to defend power within at all costs, a priori premise & a posteriori deduced, it is sent
Masticating live birth, day & night ala womb to tomb & so on, it’s out of my hands, get bent!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 1-12-2025 Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Slapped this out the demons’ mouths while showing @TheRollingStones #LivingInAGhostTown on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/fq-NsyKxDiI }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?