as long as one can make tartar sauce, all s not lost to the fish

pioneers! carve out yer best wishes. This prairie can indeed get a little dark n scary
all wind whipped atop cliffs crouches the clan,
the precipice of man,(decipherable@least)
unleash these hounds, n
let roamin these here grounds be my purgatory,
no guts, no glory.
all i wanna to do is luv n tell this true story...
its not all decipherable though..
life...so.., maybe ill look into better interpreter classes, or try cleaning my sunglasses.. nightly
cuz i guess getting paid to type truth requires it to be all digestible or at least slightly.

as pioneers,

as pioneers, we got our gazes affixed horizon

& the blinding skies bring tears to our eyes

sizing up the stars which guides on

to the unknown, the wildlands uncharted

& the wagons r loaded & runnin great

& we got our orders to emancipate

so let us get this train started.

as pioneers, weve passed many a perfect spot

but forth we must forge, ford some freshwater fjords & whatnot

& come wintertime we will hibernate, hole up in some hollow

& hide from the howling winds & hungry wolves which follow

we're hacking roads for the masses so our track has to b decipherable

& we must log every thought, clean our rifles & teach our disciples.

as pioneers, we wanna know whats on the other side of that mountain

& the soundtrack b bumpin btween our ears, to others it may be soundin

like noise & thats it, echoing off the canyons. but to us it is legit,

our music runs wild like stallions.

as pioneers we explore even though the whole world is discovered.

its a metaphor of how we write, righting the rungs as we lumber

up the leaning ladder, we lead climb for all the others

whats songs would you put on your soundtrack to life......

bounce back to all those times shine
so bright put tears to eyes,
enticing soulprizing so pure,
greatest lyrics, the lure,
the spirit.
voice of holy goats can ya hear it's
blinding try finding quotes sometime youll see
the truth its written in telephone booths tells of born warriors
jesters trying tobias time enough to shaynge our clothes
put on the supa suits
finally find that pirate's loot
n leave the funkin skills to boot or reboot if called for...

America The Great

Pioneers, with their gaze affixed horizon, chant behooving. "Put the pedal to the metal"- in a young man's terms so these equestrian hooves keep moving. Grass is always greener, taller, meaner where the sun be shining pined. Forgiveness is just changed perspective leaving scars for us to find.

Pioneers, with their gaze affixed horizon, treat us fair. A furrowed brow, beware mon frere, can grant you entrance to the lair. "Grieving bars" with "happy ours" halt off the Molotov Cocktail but the drunken sailor's song sounds darkened winds behind the sail.

Pioneers, with their gaze affixed horizon, stop for none. iThink therefore iAm iPod so we won't see until they're done. Never mind of all the consequence- indulge your deadly sins- and find it hard to stand as One while taking canings to the shins.

And Pioneers with their gaze affixed while cries on deaf ears fall, are sewing sequin-fitted gowns- "Hansel and Gretel" us to the ball. "Have your cake and eat it too" comes from the Sugar Czar...

... As Farrakhan asked our leader this," WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!"

paty O Furniture

stomp a snake, eat a potato, drink a Guinness, i guess..... happy st. Patrick's day all.

my radios been active...may be a multi channel meltdown.........

twice the brown rice,
miso and tamari soy sauce soup ta spice up the nights,
watch me wakame and other sea veggies,
Hokkaido pumpkin.. or somthin,
bladderwrack to combat
the radio in myodine attack
and sea salt, so listen yall..
dont eat sugar and sweets.
at least till they stop selling geigers over the counter...

ink survival man! duct tape, headlamp, knife n ish.. n shit.......

things could get japanentially worse off for us some day, seems to pay to stay prepared
n see just who dared to stare upstairs to the future?
we did,  he did, she did, clan wild man stan n stid did it 2 prevail
n spare all but the foggiest of jolly roger's details
high seas he sails under one mans flag n this bagz weighted but highly calculated
maybe juuuust a little sedated but thats beside the points
so pyrat those coins. arr stamped at the joint like license plates
live free or die, trust fate.
cuz fatal  pen crashes are few and far between.
shit look at charlie sheen might b the only one iv ever seen
dudes a machine sent to destroy himself
shit he and his elfs should take this book off the shelf
stuff might help.
maybe a jaw drop, or a long walk if your thumbing,
but i know my plumbings coming so im running this pen mans ship aground.

crawl, walk, limp, lay down.. on with forever.

same bad time, same bad place
Shoes McGuilicudie really pickin up the pace
before the subterraneousness overpowers my stink id sure like to sweat some more..
why dont we have right and left handed key boards,. consecutive tours foreign shores gettin bored, get ta boring cores ta keep my drink cold, mapping the atmos of old, n stories been told bout before we burned coal. this airs cleaner than yours so hold your breath, everyday another test of the siriusphere, place yer bets here, follow me where we go, me and my altered ego, been carvin canvas with this here stylo forever,
and then some. tend some sheep, endure shavings, they do. whu hoo!
its a hip hapocolypse! look at all the tall ships
landed but they cant reform, legs planted rootin through the storm, stickin to the norm.
you cant dys this function, i work in conjunction with the likes of the lorax and tallking. we get together n puff whatevers clever.  tallkings bleedin beats, lorax widdlin trees down to leaves, and sirius b kickin it like baba with them 40 thieves.
leavin it to the weasLe e. cuz hes all toRn up
if i had the extra cheese id be buying tallking's truck

yo ho ho to goals, and a bottle of rum, keep em within reach.....

yo ho ho to goals, lost souls, and a bottle of rum,
sirius b back ya couple o scurvy blog dogs, good to sea ya been writing the wrong!
ssinging that song mon definetly got our fluttons filled with sand as planned, jan

cant keep this beating within,
we be reachin to the heart beatin art out the pen again,
we be teachin from the start childs a part of the game and when
we be drownin find the crown an put your faith in jah
hold a paw to the sky and say...
we be!

back when everything was in black & white, how did they tell the difference btween gold & rocks? life musta been tough b4 the 50s.

if you find yourself sinkin....

if you wanna walk, you gotta forget how to crawl

if youre gonna stand real tall you gotta learn how to fall

without breaking anything.

& if you wanna fly you gotta forget how to walk

if you wanna get real high you may forget how to talk

without bumblin, bee.

& if you find yourself sinkin just breathe & point your toes

towards the sky, oxygen, trust your nose, it knows

the human body floats, i swear it aint a myth

that life jacket got holes in it, dont even take it with

itll take you down quicker than a bucket o marbles.

if youre wantin to break ground you first gotta learn to use a shovel

& if you wanna live subterraneous you first gotta move outta your hovel.

& leave all your things behind.

& if youre wantin to be a miner of earths most precious gems

all you need is some slaves & then leave it up to thems

& crack tha whip.

a bucket without rocks in it will stay above water

what else floats? a duck. sticks. chickens. an otter.

& very small rocks.

who are you, so wise in the ways of science?

im the lorax, the manipulator of word & wood

wettin lips & bustin silence.

if you wanna come original you gotta learn to use the brain

im not sayin use more than 10%, just a different portion than say shane

or brian or phil or stu.

a different 10%. dont b scared just break on through.

getchar flutton mon

ahhh headed for the deep southeast the turquoise blue carribbean

furrreallly im jealous my friend i could use some of that warm sand

id jump in the watta mon get my flutt on & sing my song

hey jump in the watta mon getchar flutt on & sing your song!

jamaica i wish i could b there today & cozumel calls me all the way

to her coral beaches & ancient ruins rainy hurricane season not for i & i

likes to light the fiya mon get my burn on & sing my song

yo light up the fiya mon get you singe on & sing that song!

holy mother earth blessed us with her herbs for medicinal healing

without her in the brick clay city my head b spinning reeling

fishes out the riva mon live strong & sing my song

see love what she provides live strong & sing your song!

packed up all the reese's pieces n headn for pirate territory

be back with sand in all the cracks

sweet jesus dont brake for that moose tonight

well, im out the pen again so i might as well type
fight the hype and publish what ya like to write
speak right about loud as ya dare, n every so often get a cold stare for it
be awarery of the trail that leads ya outa the tree cover
n
sweet jesus dont brake for that moose tonight
we got a freezer to fill, phil. n these eggs just wont lay enough hens to contend with the mainland n trends are for the bulls and bears n shit that barely compares to the amount of time needed to recover from a ben n jerry's brainfreeze?......about 20 seconds from touchdown so please fasten your buckles, chuckles.
we put down our brass knuckles
touched by the hand of a higher one, son.
so we write about it........

A mass of kissed masochists

.. and while Jazz looks upon the tension and release of its own reflection, excellence asks secretly," am I a gift or should i cease to be perfection?"

love thy neighbor? while naughty neighbors love through lust? my aching heart and deleting senses alone beneath mistrust. but the neighbors' sauntered feet betray. sliding each step away from the path deemed righteous. yes, come pass along with us upon our own magnetic heading if righteousness is too ripe to swallow even with your banana breading.

..and Miles smiles because he knew. his life too was push and pull but relieving Live Evil's seething's coaxes wolves beneath the wool. morality, a pal-to-be, behind your choice determined.. inquiring minds point prodding nods when the sub-elite be vermoned. and when subtlety learned liken love, who then to toll the bell to wake a mass of kissed masochists to break out of their shell?

..and so Jazz- re-harmonizing echoes, keeping time with tempo fast- models us an Art of Love composing beauty from its past.

is there anything more funky than chicken juice?

disgusting sludge slurpin ooze the worm in the bottom of the booze

narrrr like chicken juice. lettin poltergeists go with beetlejuice beetlejuice beetlejuice!

its a heist i want yer sluice. & all the gold goes with it ruth

ill even work the thing for a day rakin rocks for no pay

& its a 23 hour shift saltin the bags o dirts that weigh

& then teachin people to pan it, i bet 3/4 of it is washin away

down the silvery silt ridden Nenana in Denali AK.

& then theres springtime, when all the poop gets uncovered

the snowbanks melt away all around it & the sniffin doggies r lovin it.

& me, not so much it smellllls like a farm in this piece

if i wanted iowa id live there in & amongst the beasts.

im anxiously awaiting the first drip tho its been a long slumber in this cave

& im hungry like mama bear now & the cubs are eager for their first day

& the hawks r already circlin pray that im not their prey

& the hawks r already circlin skies sniffin with their eyes

& im duckin headin for cover for to them im the perfect size

"i wont taste good, i swear!", swears weaseL. e toR.n from ledge

"but these here puppets, they might b enough to take off the edge!"

my manual has notes in it,.. previous readers beware... second breath

come time for fall i try to put my hands out palms down feel the heat comin of the ground
at least round the base of this ship of fools with scattered tools gathered and layed in line for the crown
dont frown its just that the cold is coming again, and again,
so dress warmer and insulate every last dormer storm or not the cold is coming. 
something along that line  lines the lines of a tablet found under a sign saying october more or less summers over.. right around time for ho ho ho'n not much light showin so instead of standin my sun take nice long bow .. say chow for a three day yearend, but then rise rise again finnigan and fill up eli's gin. let this dance begin yet again.
so whats the plan clan wild man, cuz eventually you know our folks are comin home phones been stuck on roam all round the land n try not to grow in the sand except for more recently not nessecerally relevently, rigs evidently born to burn off the dead of layers of asics' like tri, or jur. and instead of beaming microwaves he misbehaves and constantly shaves the number of adequate caves to store knowledge in, widdles the word so damn thin that you can see through its' within. The Realm of Believe. u and me are fleas, so please rover, dont roll over again...

Lose the shorts dude...

hard go the throws for its only he who knows the lessons learned..

the heat of once been burned. the tracks. the trials. the redemption of rivals.. the gravity of his spirals. but.. spiral then back.. back to footings stance. be brave in the act. lose the shorts to put on pants. rebound and prance. call it a dance.. he will know the joy in its step. once.. twice.. and all is good when he is cool as ice.

mistakes made once.. self taught hes a grad. his tassle sways in his breeze and thought. thoughts of correction. memories of wrong. but retrospect sings a confident song. to know his dones his pause left long.. but oh the shuns so son be gone. horizons bring in hues of true. how vivid while knowing what to do. each step to pull him toward and through gates and doors.. under mantles adorn with metaphor and simile smiling.. high five for ought so slyly tiling the the pieces of yester into halls of highly sought.. the choices of you are yours not bought.

everyone gets a copy of the planet manual....first breath

written thereins a map for you fine young cannibals with mandibles waving in the wind about the holy goat and training your prose to trick the nose cuz it stinks so bad.
wether yer coastin or not they're peddlin it
that settles it day in day out kettles lit
son up im mean sun down come back and rise again, finnagin.
tell us of the times gone by n that the charriots could fly n that some white guy fell from the star lit sky gold sashed and answers in his eyes cry but mostly in april and not for the likes of you or i and i so last i checked ya cant bow until youve stood for something at least as tall as u or i, so in late july wear a hat to combat harmful uv a and uv b rays, raise the maze and clear the ears in the fall with the apples. make good with booze if you so choose n puff the goat's green weeds if ya feel the need.
anyway dont fret your bass tonight just let the tone wobble like our mom, tom...

someday, maybe sunday

its a good thing im goin bald cuz that way ill never go gray

never get to experience that salt n pepper wise ol way

back in the day i never felt much like a spaulding

but now my dome b quickly growing expanding, thats not balding

& anyways if we really descended from the ape, llosing hair is evolutionary

less hairy, more upright, merry scary thoughtful think patterns secondary

& its a good thing im going blind so soon i wont hafta witness the horror

im clouding my vision as we speak, whoever said glaucomas got no aura?

its gray like the thunderclouds that rolled in 2 nights ago,

it was 20 degrees hot out, & raining wicked lightning show

the sooner i lose my vision the quicker i can collect

& my dog can finally come EVERYWHERE with me, ill get him a bright red vest

& ill never hafta take my shades off again friend & my orbs can finally take a rest