Diss This At Your Perilessness

WHO’S LOOKING IN STAINED GLASS?

A LOOKER LIKES IT

When you can get past the starting point and just get out of jail free every time you pass go

Eventually y’all will take a little trip to see what it’s all about, with or without me to & fro

I get the picture like it’s a portrait being painted on a blank canvas; it’s a solo I’m singin’

Thinking that we’ve been friends when we never were even close, just two ships passing.

A hymn to the republic of our forefathers, ancestors of the political and economic scrum

High or low profits in every case, a balance of yin & yang on the head of a bent straight bum

Darkness to be slipped into when the final gasp of air exhausts it’s welcome, cough up gout

Marks on the bull’s eyes, below the crown of thorns, above and below your mother’s snout.

Driving the poor lady out of her mind, six children to a catholic couple, opposites attracted

In the yin and the yang, the circle swirled into complete nirvana as if there, God is all dead

Creating heaven in systematic solar system galaxies with illusion of History, spinnin’ record

45 or 33 1/3 or maybe a 78 RPM record disc, pre-mag tape & Compact Discs I can’t afford.

Fabulous that you see nothing clearly because nothing is the absence of the thing itself

No shape or form or content, an empty ghost essence put way down on the back shelf

Wars and the Peace between them are all Man’s doing, wanting to dominate all too weak

Because you can, because I did, we’ve come many times to no avail, conceive the bleak.

Sooner or later it will pass into the past and become the present for a moment of futures

Hipsters without the punchlines of the bad jokes, still got gleeful chuckles for the vultures

Art for Art’s sake, a vestige of the good, the bad & the oh so ugly, it’s the tidal wave I’m all in

As above, so below, you know it, I know it, y’all know it, Material, Matter & Manhattan flyin’.

Song sung without knowing the lyrics, just lip-synching for the jibber-jabber fun of it all too

There never would have been an end to the beginning if it had never Big Banged out to fool

You, me & everyone who has ever pondered the nature of Being and Nothingness, as I am

So you are & everybody will always be, enigmatic stardust & a hopeless dream, God Am!

Season of Four expressions of Earth’s distance from the sunk & it’s angle of a dangle orbit

Summer, Fall, Winter & Spring ad infinitum, sun’s heat direct or a near miss, this is all of it

Time the spin rotation & orbital duration, 365 times give or take a leap year, a immortal sin

You can do this, you all have no choice, just hold your breath and jump back to attention.

Perhaps you know & maybe, just maybe you’re oblivious to your own mortality window

So, like it or not, this is all there is from what I can glean from an historical record flow

Fog clears up and everything can be seen in its virgin splendor, post Big Bang ego bone

High or low, it’s all going to go up in smoke, blue or black & then it’ll dissipate, be alone.

I wonder why happiness is fleeting. It either is impossible or it’s hard to get like a girl

One you’ve got the passion for whether it’s mutual feeling or not, that’s not germane

It is what it is & that’s the way it’s always going to be, like it or not, facts are the facts

Filling the tank full of high-octane fuel will save time and money, infinite power FAX.

Bring you’re a-game because you’re going to get smashed into oblivion like a speck

Of dust we came from & will return to, that’s speculative theory, no proof of a Shrek

Harmony and happiness have a share for all, it’s up to the One who powers it all too

In your head, in your bones, Truth resides, it came & it’s gonna leave, I am code blue.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, 4-12-MMXXV Anno Domini @ 911 PMPST

{ Freaked out & wrote this listenin’ to @WARtheBand, #TheWorldIsAGhetto LIVE IN JAPAN on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/u3-qI70R8m8?si=fly09BvpvHeYVFFR }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

GOD'S DEAD, DOGE RULES

HONOR HIGH MINDED HITS OF MANKIND #UnPhuqenBelievable #Jordan vs. #Peyton

HOMO SAPIENS SPECIES’ ONE FORM OF VENUS

Into the plethora of the universe’s extraterrestrial, extraordinary forms of matter, One too

In the first place, I came in last place in the 1 ¼ mile run in basic training, almost code blue

I mean, what a way to begin the four-year tour of duty during the Viet Nam War of the gods

Don’t get me started on that, don’t change the subject & I don’t care if you object hotrods.

At large, down to the microscopic, invisible to the nekid eyes of all too human hindsight tea

All we have and will ever have at any time, every single atom of every element, gold to lead

Black Ken dolls are sold-out at $75.00 per pop, you will find it in a dump in a hundred decades

Blind boys and girls grow third-eye insight into spinning the Earth, overrunning the pirate raids.

Y’all tend to overlook the seemingly mundane amidst the grandeur of celestial events, yet

‘tis often in these humble elements where the true marvels lie, intricacies of life itself’s bet

One interplay of forces both seen & unseen, weave fabric of our existence, even you genius

Much like those proverbial Black Ken dolls, valued at $75 apiece, only to eventually find us.

Wander in place, in the refuse of history, our perception of worth is fleeting, all that remains

 All temporary forms of matter are going to collapse due to gravity’s atomic dance, into a dot

Simply fundamental choreography of universal pains, expansive Void collapses, it’s for sale

Begin as idiot or evil genius finish the human race’s desperate search for one gold holy grail.

Miss your glue in the factory, it used to be your horse, you rode & fed, kept healthy as a stud

In a corral or on ice or prairie, this species and every species from eagles to wolves’ blood

All depend on the Earth twirling, wobbling, as long as it takes to stop your breathing hearts

One real beating muscle keeping the blood animated head to toe, Time is all abstract arts.

Hourglass full of dry sand falling with gravity past a narrow, tiny hole, it ain’t a rock sundial

Shadows all appear to move when it’s the thing above & below the shadow traversing a mile

Illusion revealed yet another day, another dollar, taxed at 25% of the Take, you seen Richie?

Dig my man, get out of town before it’s too late, to the Pacific, old men survive close to sea.

Spirits may be in alcohol or just the ghost inside of us all feeling scrambled in a dense fog

Park in front or up on top of the lot, go to the bad guys’ leader & eliminate the mind’s bog

We the people, germs in a grounded chunk of mish-mash without logic or reason to be me

Right or Left, wing or talon, annihilation of obliterated freedom of y’all, oh say can you see?

Reaching so far out into the emptiness, angels aren’t allowed, only the conceived germs

Ova or gamete of a fake messenger, First Cause of a Last Effect, soil chock full of worms

Pinched me to make certain I’m awake because this appears to be a nightmarish dream

It too will pass, I’ll pass, we’ll all pass, one way, toll road, freeway, bell tolls, so scream.

Instant coffee tastes better than nothing at all, pretend it’s freshly brewed, drip-dry bean

By the time you get to the next place in Space you’ve gotta go, you’ll be jacked up & mean

Addiction to air of Earth and the recycling of the matter through our mouths & it’s all O.K.

Miracles happen but nobody knows it until after the fact, a post-card two weeks after vaca.

Kill the Buddha because I am that, that I can tell you, don’t cast aspersions at the bullseye

You will never hit the mark, ready, set & go as many times as you’d like, it’ll make you sigh

Just get over it, forget about it, don’t play games on a computer, you’ll forget, Homer Doah!

On the buds from the gods, grown in a bubble of love, which way is UP? Yeah, you know!

Mental or physical ways to consider options for survival in the middle of chaos’ jerk-offs

Some close relatives, all know who they are, yet others who don’t have any Jaeger coughs

Rolling rocks and pebbles too big or too small to be Stones, legendary word rhyme tuneage

Picasso Rembrandt, Bach or Beethoven roll over for a price, take a cannoli, it’s all the rage.

Going beyond sight and sound, left with touch, feeling, smelling before tasting, on the Right

FBI, CIA, FCC & #China are in the control of the way things are going, crash into the boom

Writhing hands, running feet going around in circles, nowhere else to go, begin it all again

Ad infinitum, lie about the Truth, you know Nothing, you lie about Everything, Mortal’s Sin.

Dudes and chicks, cocks and babes, print out the Word, it’s made by the Flesh, you are It

What rules do you use? Monkey shines have roots, you know naked apes, as above below

Mothers died in childbirth without knowing the father of the triplets, maybe three daddies

Paying the price, it’s the going rate for robbing scum bags & saints, Soul is on ice, a Hole.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mercedi, 4-9-2025 A.D. 0808 hours PST

{ #KillTheBuddah drafted while jammin’ to @WARtheBand #TheBlackMansBurdon on youTube link @  https://youtu.be/3nD_y1pKbF4?si=8tRBUNAdU63_mTN- }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@DarylHall #DarylsPlace PIECE OF PEACE TO PIECES OF 3.14 CHERRY PI #SoulStrippedToSpine #HoldOnImComin #CherryPie #LifesTooShort @DayrlsPlace @DianeBirch #Cake (no frosting) $

HOLD ON TIGHTER THAN I

Imagine you’re in a four-corner room without benefits of ala’s ambient light

As if you’re a blind man in a trap, you act like your cornered with no way out

Ready to claw my way out of the impossible state of being, first thing I’ll fight

My self as the ego and id, both with a mythological trip to all twist it & shout.

This all comes in handy in retrospect, it’s much better than falling down in love

With or without you, it’s my fate of unintended consequence from a Man above

I walk, run, drive or fly between where I am & where I am going to be all in synch

Melted ice & cheese to concoct the milk of cow or goat-to-go, all too human #Ink

Asleep at the wheel when the car’s still in park, running on empty near a stop sign

Near a boulevard means we’re far away from an avenue I need to be, soon or I’ll

That’s a miracle in itself, the rest of the thing is a number before & after lunch drill

Up ahead, there’s a train a-comin’… so, get on board of the soul train soul shine.

Pimples on your skin which faces this world will affect your psyche until you die

Poor kids grew up into very upset malcontents who accept wild theory as factoid

Monkeys outside of any cage other than the 7 continents, borders to border void

Accept no theoretical, propositional logic as the fact that the Truth is a white lie.

From naked apes who inherited whatever the prehistoric DNA leftover to Man

Nothing sagacious about the premises, mere assumptions most probably 1 Zen

Murder or killing in self-defense of the Maggies & Dicks, homeless in the hovels

Each revolution of Earth’s RNA within a spinning star-Sun, 365 spin of my novels.

Tell her you love her to discover the nature of the adoring other ½ sensitive I

Ego and the Id team up for the conflict and become sawdust on a bar’s floor

Man and woman, jiggering for the commotion that comes raising duplicates

Y’all kinfolk of mine, Life’s short, Time-Space Warp’s all there is, checkmates!

Playing games between players of the mind, if the rules are unknown, I am out

Regulations followed, penalties for violations are all in my game, ain’t no doubt

Fairness is the way of the narrow road, not too far left or too far right of center

Middle of the road, no god nor evil spirit, just awareness, pure Zen Stratocaster.

Strummed the strings, fingered the frets, made melody & a recollection stop sign

All babies grown past the age of reason need to know, they have a need, not a sin

Original, mortal or minor infraction of regulation, all violations of obedience, all in

For reasons that rhymes aren’t everything, neither are prosaic bitches lookin’ fine.

My mother laid down a track on early vinyl prior to 1951, called the song, “Again”

Talkin’ about not takin’ anything for granted because it won’t happen again, easy

Don’t worry, it won’t make a bit of difference in the long run, all is above & below

Into the mud, dirty water mixture of stardust, dead moonshine, got goo, skid row.

Junk for the bums to shove into their hearts and souls via fingers, necks & toes

Happy for a long moment that passes like a ship in the night, leaving pain’s flows

Up & down the skulls & bones of sisters, brothers, sons & daughters with no balls

Buried, burnt, scattered among four corners of a spheroid Earth without 4 walls.

Shoot an arrow at the messenger who ain’t Cupid or Valentine’s Day greeting swill

It’s a Robin Hood killing in self-defense, it was a duel to the death, a God’s free will

Sensitive as the inside of the outer limits of matter, what we are in bitter endin’

This is your life, all of our Lives not taken for granted, it’s 3 wishes to a soft coffin.

What a life without a wife, my mother used to say, or was that my father? Anyway

Far away from this specific, particular moment in general means so far less today

There’s a place in Space for every atom, it’s right there where it is, stung by a wasp

Every single other thing is cosmic dust, before you breathed & after the final gasp.

Tones of the sound, shapes of the sights combine to ghost the form, spirit at night

If and only if you know what others merely believe to be true, then opine the right

Conclusions based on assumptions are suspect, Ends justify the meaning, it’s blue

Knowledge is impossible and knowledge is power, hence power is impossible too.

Accidental collision of stars’ galaxies causes big bangs and silent whimpers et al

Depending if it’s now or then, you’ll be able to witness the fiasco, a Hades’ hell

Fire like the one in the sun, only frying your atoms into smoke, fire one up now

Same as it was & the same as it will always be, take it for granted, lips will blow.

I have some noxious fumes to share, there’s no deodorant or water in my world

We’re dry except for the ice-cold beer & cheers of the spirits of every concoction

To mix or shoot straight with or without the moves that I never made, checkmate

Stillborn like my brother & sister triplet homies, our mother & father didn’t date.

We got conceived in the heat of a drunken heartache, never to have a birth date

Sharing this with the guilty ones, know that there’s nothing after life, it’s our fate

Dixie to the great Northwest, coast to coast & border to border I’m harmonized

Every time zone, measuring the rate of spin & wobble, ain’t no savior gonna rise.

Teasing ‘til asleep, unconscious as a rock for seconds passing like an absolute fake

Tenses passed future into present into past, stopping Nothing is nobody’s last call

Overhead and underhanded, the Truth be told & dismissed like leftover stale cake

Pancakes, eggs & bacon, OJ & Java keep the genome thriving, Winter on into Fall.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Mardi, 4-8-2025 AD  1010 AMPST

{ Idiot popped out of the moron & divulged #WordsUp #ShootMeStraight link @ https://youtu.be/QV-eTFXazKc?si=amh_vVk4hwdyJ8uK & https://youtu.be/MZjAantupsA?si=XROUmFqBrYmQWE6k  

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SAVE ME SOUL, ROCK & ROLL