deer's momz n dadz...........its hunting season n My family eats meat

all the rules were there, just the laws of the street.
the ultimate course, we are what we eat.
the when ya comin home?s, how long ya been gone?s,
the wonder whats to eat?s, alateens, n alanons.
morales from widowed grandmother, she told me about god, read me stories in bed,
never worry, never waivered, never got inside my head
killin skills came from over godens hill
my gramps could track anything, shoot it,  n then cut it up,
but he beat my gramz with those cancered hands but sands of time have cleaned that up...
swept down some gypsy river,  its headwaters tears, tear the plains in2
the ones that remember n ones tht havent yet been forc'ed to,  not one , yes, 2
there between youll find my folks no joke and im only warming up
coffee, tea, whiskey wine or wheat germ,sit n suggest ya pour a cup
giddeeup gonna speed it up..  the momz had me when shes just 17
not sure about what she was doin in her life then but i know her pops was mean.
the dadz 'd just returned from a mission, he was, healing the heathens
not sure how he got to know my momz but there must have been a reason cuz
he was 21 when out popped me!, heber to the city!
skipping nitty gritty life sounded kinda shitty lotta colic lotta crying lotta weird n funky styling my thoughts compiling thinkin pops was last pushin his "real" pen then, then out pops my sis
best there is
there it is life begins, off to the races.
lots of time with gramzn grampz n grandmother, then the eldest Mrs. Reese,
lost stance just a glance, the choice was made, a cup of tea.
i need know more than thus far i've found,
just who I are n where i'm to be found
I picked a trail then just started walking,
how i showed up here is just short of shocking......

i feel a storm brewin, good things, cuz the pollen needs rinsed off my ride

stew chewed n swallowed doesnt always mean its followed by the happy ending, email sending, patents pending, payments ending,

mortgage statements, hound replacement, great escapement, inlaws basements, trust misplacements, and mission statements.

these be the sharks in the seas we've all been sailing winds prevailing

sails are singing tales of games, of lives.

sittin with the good old bros

remembering n realizing just how the true story goes

countin ducks and cursing foes

tryin not to cut off fingers, tryin not to step on toes,

but why try so hard to hide these scars?

they're just my map, they are who i are.

i've given my thanks for the gifts of my life,

my patientce, my passions, my skills with a knife.

i love my wife snuggly wrapped in destiny's laps' where we find the best surf

crossin the t's, dottin the i's, teachin my kids, then leavin this earth

a bit more walked, a little love sought and a lot of love found,

keep tight on the grips cuz this rock is going round

at some 1000 miles per hour or some space in between

slows down for no man, no myth, no machine

be sure and plug the cord in if what your seekin is higher power

if living day by days' not workin then live it hour by hour............

a hammer, cold chisel & a pickaxe & a lifetime underground

chasing veins of precious head bangin heavy metals we move earth.

dirts that are worthy of the sluice box got to be hauled out by us natives.

thats the only sunshine we get to enjoy is when rugging out the paydirt

on our heads a lifetime of labor in favor of cracking the whip.

it was our choice & we made it there are already too many drill sgts.

in this world so we put our heads down like worker ants & get through another day.

breakin ground like a schematic! i take it when theres some to be got

& when not i attempt to better myself & make improvements on my tiny lot

& when i get a good chance i sit & writ it especially if it aint been wrought

& i can hardly see through the smoke & i probly oughta brew another half pot

to keep this buzz a-flyin like queen ant herself

& tip toe & stay all small & mythy like an elf

& ill whip up another half batch of cement if the weather ever gets decent

& build it rock by rock let the stones talk & set up stagin when its time for ascent.

until then im content to work at eye level & course it all up past my navel, nevel!

you cant rush stonework especially if youre trying to match God's specs

i realize He had no need for mortar, but im not omniscient dont forget

but i am a darn good guesser & lessser men definitely fret

when they see my work ethic, attn to detail & willingness to get dirty & wet!

you cant rush stonework especially if you like your toes.

you go too high in one spot in a day & well, you know how that goes

it crashes down upon theeeeeee & all thy hard work was for naught

not to mention the bumps bruises & broken appendages you got

sirius and his golden wall.......man i need a chisel?

atlas had that ball, me i been busy holden up this here golden wall and speed o think
my back hurts but i'll never let it fall too tall of a tail will leaves a trail of yer stink
to small of a tale leaves yer dreams in the sink
cuz we're both life n death and deeded sea to sea to see the missing links
lookin at a star thats too bright but its impossible to blink
fear not n tear not for well built ships dont just sink, they jog with it, n weather the storm
light yer ish in the trough back to the crest and its the norm then
BLAM! mutha truka here i am, flip flops hip hops son stops lids drop worry not cuz all i gotz love for ya!

everyones invited

come along, Collie Rita & bring your sister Flo

ole Ms. Ississippippi is sure to make it, along with her neighbors

Al Obama & Louie Sienna & George A. certainly will as long as his wife is done

washingtons of idaho what. alaska.

oh i see. shes clearing the vermonts outta Connie Cicticut's attic. makes sense.

please just emulate the greater ewes

must be  used to communicatin
in a more open and honest manor than some may preach to partake in,
suppose it can be miss takin for misplaced aggression.
but i sow n reep my transgressions,
give endless affection,
and do my funkin darnedest to take constructive direction,
especially if its comin from a better technician than I.
got nothing but time to climb,
so top roping for whatever verbavores
that don't dare walk through wide open doors comes natural,
cant help but stay matter of factual...cuz it's black or white.
greys whats left when your done dieing.
never understood the hiding,
just keep tryin to be a better man,
just stickin to the plan,
keepin the shit out the fan with my swiffer
so if yer a beggar to differer, dont. or do it on your own time
cuz we only get this one to shine.
this pirate ship sails wherever the gold be me matey
arrr and i feel the winds coming  lately
anchors have been placed on standby
till late july

breaking in my brakes til theyre broken in, then broke

well good morning world how is everyone? just fine

thanks for askin im in my livin room a-baskin no sunshine

as of yeti but im a-stayin steady heady froth my coffee's half grinds

& my brakes r broken, slippyclutchin cant get her outta second

i already lost reverse & first last week, time for new truck i reckon, im guessin

wreckin all those walruses along the coastline has put its toll upon my nissan

its either put her to rest time or get a new engine

oh little darlin, please dont shed no tears , nooo motor no fry

slightly being the key word i think

sure it makes all kinds of cents to us. just not dollars. yet.

but we just keep on pinchin pennies til our fingers turn white

& stack up our dimes til its a whole inch in height, cash em in & take flight

ascension. circlin above the earth. suspension. a full foot above the dirt.

& when we float upon some disguised obstruction

we latch upon our art with tremendous suction

& hold on tight for the ride, make sure our ropes keep taut

for our cargo is precious its waterproof cases full of thought

& when the world is ready, we shall unleash the sounds

see, i write in blue bcuz i know the hardship. & its a hard shit.

& the speedy sprinters blastin past may make us look lethargic.

but honestly we r just takin our time like turtle

we r the ancients built to last takin our time climbin hurdle.

& we will reach the finish line my friends please dont fret

& the promised land will b golden. moldy muggy warm n wet.

i have faith in the universe, & i keep it in my shoe

n i still hang the raftas cuz i hafta, just until we break on through.

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!