7/6/11

we live in, and between....a profound union

little pieces about me have changed, some, forever.
safely tied off with both ropes, the riggers' rather clever,
theres the static line that stays the same, doesn't stretch, wind or rain
and the dynamic line, calculafied n thoughtfully tied shorter, cut to order
can stretch, absorb twice what gravity can dish, a climbers best wish.. if yer fallin
wake up! good morning clan mankind, you've been sleeping for quite some time
its me, reality. rhyme after rhyme stackin dime after dime till these truths topple over cuz
its shoulder to shoulder we stand makin plans driving as many of those veggie powered vans as we cans n save the planet Stan! like grains of sand the tasks at hand to understands the planet stands on its own to feet and it eats red meats n births these here streets day after day n its here to stay, clay, n if i may  introduce another one of those truths tooth n nail dig roots cuz its us clan man, its us that need the saving, 4th of July flags waiving parades shaving time of the dollar so common n holler, its me reality, stuck translatein some of the voices once thought forsaken so come in, cuz its all for the kids , the past was painted chiseled out by only those who did, who do we kid, unconventional thoughts n peeps have paved these streets, have shawd these feets, have woven these here sheets have been sewn into blinds far behinds the mindz of our youth to tell ya the truths to risky cuz the cats are feelin frisky

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