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.

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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.

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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.?

Who is the Big Sur? Sir, to you with Love! #WhiteNoise & a #BigBangCLIMAX

Y’all ASKED ME FOR A SIGnal, BIG SUR, sir

What it is can be nothing more or less than substance and form of Nothing at all

As defined by the following thought expressed in sound without sight, it’s The Fall

Not only are you here and now but also you will always be, you always were here

Nevermore blind faith in the Man In The Sky, hominids evolved & didn’t precede It.

Just now, chills and hot, cookin’ flesh on your bones, frozen or BBQ’d, you’re dying

That’s the Truth, I’m an optimist not a pessimist hence, we’re headed unto Nirvana

Looked both uptown and downtown, around the planet & supra-atmosphere’s gas

Hang into your deepest junk, excitable boys & sycophant girls without alimony sass.

Naked ape species have much ado about Nothingness to share occult fodder for gods

Pretending to know something is an indoctrination that’s impossible to resist hotrods

Losers and winners accumulate resistance of the opposite tendency, splitting atoms’ ice

Melting into a center core of an undefined indefinable, you’ve played into a roll of dice.

Inherit this RNA & pass it on with no returns, I tag you & you’re It, I’m immune to S#IT

What you need to do is what you ought to want to do, desire to complete the mission

Planning and strategy to succeed at the outcome, predicted to be immunity to losing It

Coming around and going around in a circular jerk which you cannot practice, it’s All In!

No more freedom to ignore Truth, you’ll perish if your mind doesn’t decide to be all in

You need to protect yourself from predators, they want to have you & your things, son

Daughters all have the option to rescind the original choice, eat the Apple core seedling

Five out of ten times, it’s half the time almost the whole time, I came, I saw and I sing.

About this & that & the other things that come right out of nowhere, pre-infancy RNA

Bites off of the fruits of the loom that nobody has ever seen again since the old garden

Yet, punishment for the crime is still present & going on to infinity, the end won’t come

Either you’re the answer or you’re part of the perennial problem, why live just to die kid?

Hardly a spin of the Earth goes by without something being lost into deep space, ions tip

Over here and over there, we come and go as if we’ve got eternity but it’s a sinking ship

You & I find the trip ain’t as easy as it looked from the teenagers’ point of view, it’s Alive

Earth breathes the air you breathe; you got me, I got you, we’re all in this together, Dive!

My horses drank all the beer, my men drank all of the whiskey & rye, hookers gonna cry

We ride hard on the prairie, just cowboys that would have been flyboys but lost a wing

On the runway nobody takes off with one wing, need two to tango, to soar & fly so high

Mere men and brave women merge into the crown’s power, it’s all about the sons so fly.

Bright spectrum of infrared and ultraviolet radiation from the blown star, it’s how we die

Cannot handle the constant barrage of light & darkness, something had to give, I say why

There’s no answer, dead air, crickets rubbin’ legs to recreate the backstory for white noise

You hear it? I hear it and it’s getting louder every day, playin’ it, Big Bang Singularity toys.

The herd is in the corral and there’s no escape until it’s slaughtering time, shot in the head

For the sake of eating bloody, BBQ’d flesh and falling off of the bone, anticlimactic dread

Being the one eaten isn’t as edifying as being the one eating the dead bites of Earth’s life

Without all meals, starvation precedes extinction, in fact, if she cooks you’ll eat your wife.

Mountains and valleys without the water atop pulled into the gravitational collapse to wit

Appears to be a potato-like asteroid, too big to be annihilated until the Silent Peep of S#it

Nobody left to hear, there isn’t even a sound, nothing is empty of girls, boys & the legends

Forward & backward ant moves, checkmate, no fool’s mate ever again, I am all God sends.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, April 7th 2025 AD @ 1010 AMPST

{ Kicked out the momentary lapse of reason while jammin’ to https://youtu.be/qZ86H99Iq4c?si=jEudkCOd87O6zmrZ Daryl’s Place }

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W.W.A.R.D.?