WE ONLY GET WHAT WE GAVE
In the beginning of Even Stephan, as it will always be in the future of the whirl
My significant other keeps the method of my madness at one, avoiding the swirl
Nothing stopping the full throttle acceleration of the diesel-powered A-Train trek
It's a world at present that honors the dirt & gold left after the Big Bang of a dick.
Absentee fathers have never been the accepted species' enhancer, they come n' go
From one end of the spectrum to another, all absentee padres had battleaxe madres
Not their personal fault, it's just the way balls bounced, to coin an unholy phrase
Talkin' about the Freedom & Revolution in this Time of consciousness' low blow.
Much ado about everything the sun shines upon, outside of the caves in the hills
You'll be happy or sad to know, philosophy of existence in a holy nutshell of shills
Beating congos and drums to the rhythm of the bass & guitars, marracas, my son
But also & not only this & that yet nevermore to be or not to be, a good question.
Drunk on feeling alive, to avoid the dead rhythm of the skin & bones is copacetic
As I am, so y'all are in conception's shock to a phantom cosmic, "The End" kick
You deserve nothing since you've made no deal with anyone but your kid inside
Your parents whether they knew it or not, were obligated & responsible but died.
Playing the game from the biginning to the end is the whole cosmic egg yolk
Babies to the elders who've seen it all but forgot half of it all, like the kinfolk
All of the friends & enemies who knew you & forgot everything about you too
Love or just a passing feeling of sharing oneness trying to come alive to a fool.
Hung it all out to dry so the painting's colors blended together in the hut of bliss
Hundreds of shades of light & dark, to inhale & ingest with the rhythm & beats
Reprieve nothing close to an original advantage of being omnipotent, front seats
At a moving picture show, the play on the stage of a mind-game of that and this.
Fruits were the original sin, just sweet apples in the desert of creative demigods
To be or not to see, hear, smell, taste or touch the atomic storm of DNA hotrods
Talking inherited bull scat in unintelligible, symbolic reference to 5 senses' scat
Wise men took care of the ignorant with thinking that Life was too short & fat.
Playing the music, melodies and beats to face it head on, never on the backstroke
Never behind an eight-ball or left feeling poor, being unchosen, left behind a bloke
Whispering as if anyone knows what your hot air is blowin' but you can't stop it all
Dream is over before you'll even know that 'it' was all a figment of the Void's balls.
Calling you & yours out to the front of the altar of this sacrifice of scars & tattoos
What I mean by what I say is clear, you've been HAD, I was HAD, off the booze
Clear & presently never in danger again with my eyes wide-open to see behind me
Where I came from & where I'm goin' for me to know, you'll maybe find out free.
by
r j j stephan i
c. Vendredi, August XIVth, MMXXVI Anno Domini @@ 1111 AMPST
{ Cracked this nutshell to expose the prime mover while jammin' to @Santana LIVE #Supernatural concert https://youtu.be/UffLNP-s2xQ?si=5jHEIcmWaXlF79WO }
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