#ricoSacto

Friday, October 11, 2019

#LeftOfRight #CenterLine #IfYouWannaGetToHeaven #WellYouKnow

WHAT IN THE EXPLETIVE’S UP?
Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, October 11, 2019
----- #YourWillBeDone #ItIsFinished -----
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It’s a #Given when you get what you get because that’s the way the ball bounces, get the benz
From the #GetGo it’s all a dream in a crib or bassinet or in a bunch of blankets of hot wool
Even though you wouldn’t know it, the absolute worst is yet to come or maybe not, it depends
On whether you take a left or a right at the crossroads ahead, foresight and hindsight, fool!

Now then, there’s a known past, occult mysteries’ secret unknown, a privilege yet to come
A driveler won’t get the answers from the masters of the atomic fission and fusion and gun
Man’s gotta know the limitations of his genome, a woman knows from birth to death, light
Darkness is when it’s all gone, when it’s finished, when it’s all done, even with a good fight.

Now for the Truth, if you’ve arrived at this juncture, don’t start crying now, blur God and all
There’s always the hopes and prayers you’ve offered to the emptiness above, not all’s my loss
It’ll echo as your bones and souls return to the empty Void you’ve overlooked, unintentional
Yet, it happened, now, you’ve got about a minute to reevaluate and decide what matters most.

If you don’t slow your roll then it will be returned to the dust it came from adored mama heat
Veins movin’ the blood that’s blue and never red until it hits the dirt, out of short underskirty
It’s what you get when you play with the big boys or even the little boys with the hottest beats
Dead bodies from the flyin’ bullets and slicin’ knives to get the blood to glare on wet tar city.

Centimeters from my heart and a hectare from my soul’s function, there’s an equation’s fuss
It’s the calculus and trigonometry of the thing itself, before the form, it’s the rock roll matter
No reason or rhyme to that crime or this gift of the gods, above the sky and below the crust
Who hits pause in the middle of the Space’s Time? Just a clown with a frown, silly cracker!

Wasted but not totally annihilated from the Past movin’ through my danm crime of waste
For once and probably for the last time, this is a last call for the benign stones of deity fate
A climb up a hill and a struggle to avoid the smokin’ and drinkin’ of my godfathers’ binges
Black Jack kept it real and the #Hamm’s put the edge back on the bull’s scat, off the hinges.

A clone of the many but not of the One, it’s not my fault it’s ‘cause my pops phuqd ‘round
Lucky for me it was a score, hit the bull in the eye and badabing badaboom, on the mound
Dreaming of the team of duos and trios that I can’t ever complain about the static of pows
A puff and a shrug just a few bytes away from the final crash, it’s comin’ now to the blows.

First cause of the first move of the prime mover of the cosmic menu-do, bulgogi and do bu
In a nervous system’s cerebral cortex to the tarsals and phalanges of the anglophiles’ stew
On fire with the rocks and hot boulders spat from the network of the ground, down under
Life lives with or without the noises of the origin’s Big Bang, animated edibles and carnage.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. ROCKTOBER ELEVEN, 2019 A.D. @ 12:30 PM PST
{ drafted listenin’ to LIVE Gary Clark Jr @ Glastonbury, 26 June 2016 #WhenMyTrainPullsIn on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/gYXMDCNjl8M }
 W.W.A.R.D.?

Thursday, October 10, 2019

#HotRumors #PulitzerPrize #MarconiAward #TankTopStraps #HillbillyBackstroke

TIMING IS ALWAYS EVERYTHING
Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, October 10, 2019
-----------------#ItIsWhatItIs------------------
I have flown above your heads, it’s always been that way, the old third way, like the hard way
Counting the birds and snakes from the top of the pines, once in a while you’ll just try to stay
At the top of the blue sky where it turns black Space, too high to suck hot air, me or an insect
Expanding the concept of perception and comprehension of national consciousness’ intellect.

Back to you Joe Getty DF'rs and the Jack Armstrong shocking the monkeys’ rear, crimson red
Watch them sit upon rocks near the water, to be clear of the stench of banana, in a cave’s bed
Midnight until noon the night lasts halfway through a day without a Kantian care, losers lose
Busted in two and shattered into atomic dust at a Thursday Ten-Ten-Nineteen, lunatic ooze.

Now and then from day one to end of days for y’all, stooping old JamesDean’s climate change
Bingo scandal and the pep talks of the coach of the championship ball teams, wives’ trophy
Everybody gets a lead-laced lad on top of plastic with a brass etching, who shot the monkey
Nobody knows because a monkey is each one of us, not the dead, buried home on the range.

There’s an eagle in a human cage, leg chained to remain on the ground without any pool-cess
I looked and immediately wondered how to release it back into the wild, Lucifer stays abreast
Two faces have me, myself and I, we all have our power cut off eventually, now or later times
A gruesome movie at showtime near the box office of homers, a maximum cinema of mimes.

Planets with nothing to live for in the middle of spaced-out empty moons, a conscience’s cup
What It is and why it exists at all in the first or last place, that’s the philosophical mime, idiot
Last breath and heartbeat, oh you’re gonna get it alright, even if you don’t care, you’ll pay up
There is a price to pay for being Free, allowing you freedom to be far out is what it’s all about.

Comin’ in for a landin’ pretty soon, lucky you were able to stop me circling the half-naked ape
For even a moment after the daily dawn is precious, it’s all I’m gonna get, kowtow to heavens
Earth is all I know, I haven’t been anywhere else outside my atmosphere but then, gods’ vape
Bury the hatchet in the noggin’ of the mob boss who has no face, just roll, all sevens, elevens.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Ten, Ten, 2019, Jeudi @ 08:00 AM PST
{ #RestrictionsApply, this gem was snarked this AM out of the blue, gettin’ ready to bull doze the cemetery near the outskirts of the town, RioLindaOnline.com, the #Spirits are not amused! ... while listenin’ to Talk 650 KSTE Armstrong & Getty 0600-1000 AM PST link @ https://kste.iheart.com/featured/armstrong-and-getty/ }
 x's & o's   
#FINIS

Wednesday, October 09, 2019

#CrossroadsDeadmenGhosts #SweeterThanCherries #SourGrapesOfWrath #GypsiesWinning


COUNTRY QUEENS & HILLBILLIES
Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 9, 2019
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Setting with the sun that never, ever moves without me in the middle of the scrum’s scenes
Knowing that it will come again when we spin around in the circle of lowdown moon beams
Pertaining to the nature of the screaming Smiths and Jones, there’s a bitten apple core, it rots
Right down by the grounded roots underneath the star-dusted dirt, it’s always the GD robots.

Moving the DNA and the RNA like there’s no tomorrow, whipped up into a chaotic perpetuity
Princesses and kings move between the queens who keep the real 64 squares in a naked city
Dreams of the sleeping canivers and cadaverous shills of the days and nights, evolved wobble
Orbital orientation to the other rocks that roll around in stellar control, dig it, spade & shovel.

Mercury to the outer path of electron-like Pluto, outside geek gods Saturn & Uranus’ Neptune
To reboot your flash drive and download your two hundred eight bones into a funky raccoon
No need for a disguise because nobody can see the nocturnal vermin, I think I’m a One, done
For the sake of the genome’s survival in a finite environment, DNA copies species’ extinction.

It must be true if it cannot be false, there’re only two ways of thought in a vacuum, Hell bells
To be or not, to survive via consuming matter or to become lifeless, stone dead skin and bone
Air of the gas mix, nitrogen, oxygen, hydrogen, helium, atomic molecular structure, well done
Mortality’s inductive deduction of logic’s reason, lost forever, out of gas, black hole of angels!

Born down the road apiece from The Lake, the southwest side of the pond, the greatest One
By the second city next to the Big Apple back in the day, now turned into just another godson
Of the fathers who founded the place of Bad Smells, it is what it is, dead fish for me and yous
It happens when fresh water’s poisoned by the penmen and pretty women, singin’ holy blues.

I could be goin’ down lower than the center of this Earth but ain’t nothing t’all to it, empty set
There’s nothing worse than rolling stones with nowhere to place the rocks but at Hades’ gate
For the infinite twists and shouts of the myriad of communistos in a plethora of bums’ regret
She’s from Georgia or Alabama or that Florida peninsula, maybe a Mississippi hippy, my fate.

Shakin’ and bakin’ in boots I wear every day from dusk ‘til dawn, dippin’ toes in a dead pool
Because I can and I always will be able to breathe in and out of my skinbag of hot flesh, cool
Fortified country queens of the barn dance and the dubious hillbilly hippies, above and below
From the north to the south, east to the west, in and out, all around back and forth, low blow.

It is what you’ve heard and accepted as nothing unheard of, highly probable possibility score
Grand slams and shut-outs, field goals, runs, points, shots and scores of the all-star’s two for
Always free to move about the matrix from one dimension to the other, mind blown so easy
Just a tiny nudge from the space of the place you’re lived, straight up, you’re Queen Hillbilly.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. ROCKTOBER 9th, 2019 A.D. @ 5:05 PM PST
{ my laptop NOW fixed by the #GeekSquad specialist Justin Hobson but not the actor, just a genius geek from #BestBuy & drafted this Master’s piece while jammin’ to #LIVE Allman Brothers Band on youTube #Soulsine & HITS LINK @ https://youtu.be/aE1lsCA-y-o }
W.W.A.R.D.?