9/29/12

the full moon approaches...........

Orion hunts high, the chill nears, ears are fall deaf,
a wood splitters wishes of softer dishes run dry wells before the whiskey
so sirius treads briskly toward the sun, another hunts begun
before the days done, stag stick n string shall again unite as one
beings sustain the weight of rain n shine for the youth
my sons and daughters learn from yer roots,
choose painest free routes n climb on through my time here
seismic endeavors care not of weather patterns n permits for war paint
cold rain lays hate to brow n brother, my head bows to bow,
just know that no goatly deed goes unnoticed
hard work and extreme focus be thankless n the meat ll choke us,
postharvest, we gather n feed n feed the hordes whats left basically bare bones
Hoyt yaah hooo!! a return to venisence.....

9/22/12

theyre on my trail its a slow speed pursuit from the moment i turned tail
im like a 110 year old sea turtle tryin to outrun a killer whale
hopefully he will ignite   {poof} 
thatd be i deal so i can get home to my wife 
& put up with the schpeel

thats the thing about stealin a 15 year old 4 cyl pickup

i cant get away quick enough

drive it like ya stole it.......

this life is binary,
I and Me, n we dont achieve unless moving in sync
beats lay deep in this speakers rib cage,
page after page manifest between his ears rests,
driver of this stolen ride, wearer of this begattin hide
mine eyez pry deep inside n I find truth,
defyz or devise the science, I ignite, poof ..
drag back fact and present the proof
mine hooves r makin moves toward gas pedals
I'll swerve until my tummy settles up with the goats
play off hopes of safety nets, drink n place bets
on the fullest airbagz, head rests n safety tagz,
pad nest with high arrrgh factor its the equinox
pausing the tapes just listen, animus vox..........

9/20/12

strike 2

this slippy slugger writes in blue n the pitchers greased up fastball just friggin slipped on through
the hole in my bat.  n the emblem on my hat shows that although i got a crew i am my own team.  
the n'hampsha truffulas....
we' wicked fackin smaaaht aint we doooode.....
especially after that incident in alaska when i was workin the handy man jack n let go of the handle by accident n got clacked smack dab in the noodle it was a smashing hit.  n im still paying for it
hey at least i have an excuse what up with the rest of the world??!!??
speaking of excuses i have the ultimate one ive never heard better:
i was conceived on a mushroom trip.
& believe me i use it.

9/18/12

The Beat loops in a figure 8

& so far this flying thing is goin great & hate took the week off & so all 6'1/4" of me sits down to create
elate with me, sirius b, i know i aint always there for thee but its been a hella long summer n ive gotten a shitload accomplished, see.  
& as long as theres nowhere to run it makes no sense to flee.
gee. life can get hornery.  & personally i dont understand the need to fight cuz i got no enemy.  
i could if i wanted but but my waste baskets all haunted with shitheads not caught up in my memory.
phlegmery....
its september see & as long as i can finish my insullation, drywall, woodstove, firewood, paint, flooring & electricity, i should be able to winter in my sweet new floorspace.  & if not i may need to rent a joint for me n my wife 2 kids 2 dogs 2 cats n o my all our shit too.  
a bit left to do.  but the clan sticks to the plan & theyre holdin up quite well
the extended greater part is lettin shit fly all to hell but its all about this subspecies under this roof
the rest (except the reeses) can go pound a thousand proof
& wake up all fucked-headed & realize the truth
that its all been a spoof.  the great builders they all thought they were let their structure fly a whole mile above the earth on a poor foundation.  & its crumbling.  im mumbling through my keyboard sos to not piss anyone off cuz if the world could hear my thoughts tonight theyd probly 
i dunno.  shake their heads maybe.  maybe tell their kids not to do drugs.  probly more like not understand
& carry on bumbling through life fulfilling peoples master plan.
i fanned on this one but ill get another chance & ill take it & not break it & not adjust my stance
strike 1

9/14/12

let the beat loop, gotta go to work........

perk testing wellest wishes, drinkable dishes,
swim as fishez through this mainstream malishiousssssnessss
where suspicious figures er commitin young triggers
today, its to the polls!! got goals, n the captn knows reefs don't funk around,
his crewz not Babylon bound, or pawnz unplayed,
its en passant ..... that pirates arghh gettin paid
mind fukers, tummy tukers, chip flossing pricksters, n trustafarian hipsters
the spokes are broke its a wrench tossing parade
these politico gangsters think they've got it made
something badder than we, sit with chi, wheepin we blaze arrows pierce hide, peel out whats inside, and sustain ..
my brain moves left, right, day, night, stare into the light... n youll want a spectrophotmeter too ... who knowz its knives ta meat  ta bones ta bite n for the goats sake, never "cant wait"  .... just write....
simple twists, a citrus side dish @, twilight
leavin at midnight the hunts open n just as dawns doors open ta lettuce sea alpha centauri ..
sirius b one with the the chi,
i be .. just one man,   .. just one plan,
to scan closer looks, cast sharper hooks...
my bow is compound, i place my myself where I'm found,
I am, You are, shouldnt be so hard hard n is this guitar plugged in?
word.... he be the butcher of verbs
eyelashes block sand n reverb, spoken word unites ...
goodnight.......