#ricoSacto

Wednesday, October 02, 2019

#MostYouCouldHopeFor #MeMyselfAndAThirdEye

ON MOONSHINE, THE WOODS’ BAR
Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 2, 2019
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Pretend that it’s fine and dandy to lie and cheat if you’re not under oath to tell a pledge
Nothing but It or it would be falsehood data to be reckoned with and we got an attitude
Nobody will fight for the right to freedom from oppression and my indentured servitude
Perfect pitch and a swing of the little sling blade, sharp slice of a climax, a cutting edge.

My opine makes as much difference as the sewer water trivia dumps into the H2O riverlets
10,000 lakes or just one or none, one way or the other, it’s all you’re gonna get y’all a pup
It’s a matter of the fun and games we’re playin’ with all of the cold beer and hardened spirits
From Chicago blues to a Mississippi roll, a teenager says, yes sir, no mam, moving on up.

Dummies in love and intelligencia in hate, everybody declares there to be a Man way upstairs
But there ain’t any, there’s nothing outside of the realm of here and now, read all about bums
It ain’t my fault that I learned how to read and talk, how to communicate with the deaf, dumb
Paid out of Tennessee because I loved being in communicado right outback of the lion lairs.

Moved the boxes and letters across the skylines in the 80’s, 90’s & 00’s without jet lag, Fedux
Love Memphis, Sacramento, Chicago and yeah, even Biloxi, Mississippi, where nothin’ sucks
A trip from the LSD to the double crosses over the Pacific back n’ forth to the Far East, OMG
Rainin’ poundin’ storm on a tin roof over my head, in a hooch, high and dry gale’s all stormy.

It is where I died in the middle of nowhere for nothing at all, just to insure the lives we live
From Maine to Alaska, Hawaii to New Jersey on down to the Bahamas, we moved, we thrive
Black and white writing in cuniform on the wall, the gold of the ancestors hidden in the open
Just a diversion but an adolescent thrust causes, love, hate or revenge, drownin’ baby ocean.

Go ahead and lie about telling the truth, badboy called wolf and drank a six-pack of near beer
If you don’t, you will be the prey of the predators who live and pretend in your cities of hoods
Even if you have no idea what a “hood” is, it’s still the HOOD, roots of strategic Cryptic Blood
Happy hour shots of whiskey with miscreants who failed tooth n’ nails, bar’s over here, hear?

Mary left and little Carrie Ann came into the heart/soul room beside my conscious con game
Meant to be or not, it is what it is and it ain’t what it ain’t, obviously, the Truth’s simple, come
It’s all there is, the climax that makes the genome’s DNA multiply into the infinite whirlwind
People’re animals, they’re snitches, right? Not all animals are people, human #ringers all sin.

Here’s a gem you’ll need to remove your ignorance from your children’s minds, top diamond
It’ll shine the light even after you drop it down on the ground for One to find, under a hot sun
Laws and ordinance go together like cream, sugar and coffee, it’s either paradise or hell fires
Waitin’ to burn every something, invisible stoned-rock, smokin’ pine blown, high BBQ pyres.

Bon fires down the dirt road down by the riverside, full moon night waitin’ for the police’s kid
Boss of the Sticks, threw the gasoline and whiskey into the party and we burned ‘til the dawns
Pretending pleasure and business mix into the hodgepodge, the menudo of the busted pawns
Feeling’s understood, smokin’ twisters, drunk on throttled sunrise in jars, FRIED in the skit!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. ROCKTOBER 2nd, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST
W.W.A.R.D.?

Monday, September 30, 2019

#JackAndSeven #GinAndTonic #HomeByTwo #InBedWithMe

 
CV+RS CARVED REDWOOD 1982 AD
Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, September 30, 2019
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Love came to save the extinction of the species, without it the hungry eat the struggling ones
Thoughts about the historical past Time on Earth before we were born, be prepared scouts
A great motto to the city boys who rocked the world of the 60’s and 70’s my friends’ bones
We traveled up and down the highways and back-roads, up yonder past the iPhone tones.

Coming around to the places where the alien predators date our better halves of the evil old
Stealin’ them clean away from the hearts of gold we had awaiting their eyes to be sweet jeezis
Before and after the facts come out about my love for the only one that ever got my heart gold
Simple men and complicated women merge to recombine the DNA into unintelligible sepsis.

It’s the thrust for the first to come and first to be served to get the games, sets and matches
Necks blue or red, love either the orgasmic nature of the thrust to enter the beautiful cheeks
Men of few words need to STFU and let the actions speak louder than the logical, I snatches
Amazed that the cycle of coming into being from nothing and being annihilated, a seer seeks.

Above the cliffs of the Pacific Ocean, California of the North, nothing to stop the fall but me
A lover’s leap when you cannot handle the Truth about how you’ve got to be, son of Al & Tree
A parental leap of faith to mend the wounds of being shot in error, wrong target for my M-16
Every round of the clip inside the bull’s eye, backyard poet foolin’ nobody but a college dean.

Pretty face, lovely smile, sweet hair style, total ambiance of Y.O.U., humbled in a square hole
Reckless on a normal basis, shocked into an immediate halt to the normal ebb tide of the flow
Bound by nothing and nobody on the planet or in the solar systems beyond Milky Way to hell
Up and down we go, wobbling around and ‘round, dizzy, lucid me, I knew a wise guy who fell!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Monday, September 30th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:30 PM or 1830 hours
{ drafted while listenin’ to Morganwallen #RedneckLoveSong #NotGoodAtNot & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Dhmvh_cZRS0 }
 
W.W.A.R.D.?

#ConditionOfTradition #DeepStateGhetto #HereAndNowForever #EverythingsGonnaBeAlrightNow #EverythingIsEverything - @DonnyHathaway

-----INTOtheGHETTO-----
ROADRUNNER RUDE, BROTHER!
Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, September 30, 2019
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Unicorns can kick it with bells of the tacos, funked up, ripped off, bop the boom, badabing
Dreaming that I’m sleeping in bed or somewhere I shouldn’t be but I’m wide awake, I’m woke
But it doesn’t matter much to the powers that be in me, tiny DNA commands of danmed fool
Where the Cancer of cells and the consciousness elevation to the humanistic design, it’s cool.

Went to a prom in a rambler with a double dated Corvair, engine in the back, stinkin’ vapes
For the sake of Alabama and Washington the states, I moved the sweet homes, dyin’ of flues
Sick and tired of alphas’ omegas in a gambling vipers’ magic paradise, down with The Blues
Of the mice, women and men who struggle in the grooves, deep needle scratches and scrapes.

Preventative perfection for Ma and Pa as the universe exploded into silence, holy hell’s bells
In an empty Void where all of the animated things move and die behind wheels, death metals
Iron and steel, plastic and chrome to make the world spin and wobble it’s way around a God
Blazing ball of gas in a full-out burn, throttled with the pedal to the metal, green Ford hotrod.

Unicorns can kick it with bells of the tacos, funked up, ripped off, bop the boom, yo badabing
Wise guys and wise men with nothing but Air in common, nobody’s ever guilty in #SingSing
Ran all the turnpikes the roads when I had two, four or eighteen wheels, long roads uptown
Early or late, sunshine, moonshine, living a life I love, it’s the only one, round-ball unknown.

A boy or girl, learns to read words and music of the heavenly stars, burned gas, cosmic crock
In a pot or in the back of an infinite mind that nobody can ever depend on, TNT on the block
Firecracker and a cracker both cause the noise to shock the Zulu into the Zen thing mortal sin
As you were before your conception, without attention or rest, at ease in a pie-easy reflection.

In the arpeggios and chords of the wild eyed, bushy-tailed cream of crops, creme de la cremes
Before or after your last gasp moves in and out of your saddle bag, The Dark’s all crystal clear
Nothing seen here nor there, nowhere is this thing itself called you and me gonna be, it seems
Heaven, clouds, outerspace, empty Space of the mighty face of Nothing at all, it’s #FakeFear.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. September 30th, 2019 A.D. Monday @ 8:08 AM PST
{ drafted jammin’ to Junior Walker & The All-Stars #ImARoadrunner on youTube #ShotGun & SOUL-HITS link @ https://youtu.be/FI7CtxlisCk }
W.W.A.R.D.?