6/25/12

golden toothz r still chewin under my two hooves.......

deep into the hills we go,
where water knows, a sleuce box flows,
funk is smooth like glass.
the masters of placer sit siftin through trash,
a cast of frantic attempters to pry herbs from ash,
this to shall come then pass, n thus the laugher of the last is willed to have the final vote
push back against the rope n reel, feel this thread, unload.......

6/21/12

the goats graze shade when the heat comes...

whos' king of this swinger zoo, wheres the jungle VIP?
count fingers n twiddle sums a while youll see,
siesta style lay back a bit n let er pass
before tryn ta write too fast
cast a line n tie it to yer toe then just let the imagination go full throttle
n apply liberally says so right on the bottle
of rum
just had the label covered with my thumb......

6/17/12

team Tonka has its orders.........

Excavate the treeline,
dont quit diggin till the ditch stops itchin,
theres always somethin at the bottom, feeders n heavy metal breeders, fillin fish fins wit shit that wins the race for a half life every time guaranteed. so why not bet on it @ www.liberateafishtoday.theradioactiveway.com donate the winnings primarily as shark fin soup n serve it up on headline news
still dreamin of venison, menacin tourists,n feastin on the fall line, keepin spine right n up on the signs of the times.......

6/16/12

sit and speak with me, Calliope.........

if ewe so choose to use the fluff between yer ears,
its all about the muse.
waiting for Calliope, pen brandished, pad drawn, dawn of a new day.
the silver dew n dew nots' have their ways with the morning's green blade parade.
another nocturnal charade draws to a close, where hunter's hopes n prey's prayers yield, into the light.
here, Sirius sits, sifting through roots,
panning for placer flakes n fruit filled truths,
calculating bites seizable, if he was actually blue toothed.
for now, the range of bite is set at right about arms reach.
but sirius plans to make it more than figures of this Grid Free speak.......

6/7/12

heavy weights waiting for green lights.....ta fight!

the outboards running full throttle, its bolted to the dock.
just to make waves, clear channels, n irritate the flock.
don't stop chewin if yer foots in a snare, its the code.
stay on the road n keep pumpin full flavor, type bold
chisel yer nitch, grab hold of the market, n feel that pendulum drop
both arms to the sky roller coaster do or die cant stop
go on and vomit, we're funkin on it, we toss mops n swab the deck
this ships rigged for wet n stormy treks through Grid Free seas, set ta
bring Tech back to all the nologies at my LLC..........

6/2/12

n its still coming down

one drip at a time til the ground cant take no more o this n the whole world will look like my back yard bayou...
now you know its mr loraxalot spittin wit & chewin chutters best n even tho the ground is far below you know hes  gonna bust up out this nest... n whether the worlds are aligned in time with his mind or not hes gonna throw down his best...  once he finds it.......even though his name aint in the"who" box to to the right ---------->
hes gonna unleash this shit on the world n hes gonna do it tonight...well, he might...
theres about 15 o these posts sitting in the edit page n i like to play around with em give em humor add some rage...  cuz its better than taking things out on the ones that he loves thats the only thing dad tought him is how to do it without gloves......hes like put up yer dukes.... im like i got no fuckin dukes old man...
but hey who cares that crap is in the past we are good buddies now i just had to knock him on his ass...
i didnt want to.  but he asked n asked n asked til i blessed the soft spot on the top of his head with a downward knuckle blast...i thank the guy every chance i get for turning me into who i am    is not him     n is no pet...
he taught me exactly how to not treat people he taught me how to forget...........

6/1/12

skies supplied lightend ings, n thunder boomed....

water tables full now, droughts down stream.
everything green knows this drill,
squeeze the earthen sponge n mass produce the chlorophyll
time stands still as Alice downs her pill n peers down that rabbit's hole
witch weighed the weather n said its already sold,
truth told, this story's old, stanks of mold, Cheshire cat shit and Britannica
god bless America! pass the hotter than sauce and satanica
the plan, its a solid one, two buns and a burger
fused by the merger
mind, body, soul, n sneakers.
we need bigger speakers a whopper and a keg o rum.
run this debt up n down like the g forced gyro's thumb...........