jack frost musta got lost.........

unscheduled snow shows n away we go!  seasons change dollars to a sense of urgency n this time o year even ewe can come and see these trees plead to "please, just set these leaves free" the weight to bears is supposed to be heavy but its not quite so for those old oaks...ya know

sirius tears... 4 legs n damn near 12 years

AJA

the best model 2000 shepherd ever made

rest well blonde bear

run jump bark bite n find fame, what a game, what a message, a true friends tail to tell. golden fur coat worn well, till it fell, helped home to the earth, shedding soul breaking forth, the eve of october 24th reports great lights from the north, a rare display sayin she was on her way n

Happy!

http://content.usatoday.com/communities/ondeadline/post/2011/10/northern-lights-make-appearance-down-south/1

misplaced keystones and a cooler full of masons jars

occupy this!?
isn't that what the natives were doin here to begin with?
What do ewe stand for?
askn for change only ta get tea n ten dimes hit the laundro mat standin in line needn quarters takin orders need a plan need a leg to stand on Sam, to reach this tree clan man leans heavy the ladder of technology and of course lets not forget the common mans cents cuz sans most of these dents this rocks still turnin just need to start learnin from old school fools minds and mana finds her way to the table again i guess its zen but not like a rock garden just watch as these stocks harden into blocks so pardon est moi cuz il fait tres frois kid so wheres the geothermal grid?
give us free heat and ac..... set this country free!

winters coming wood n wordmisers unite again!

settin clocks stockin socks, cord word widdlin, the epochs talk of a pact calling the lorax back
the facts point to the existence of us, n thus i do the same just exist, try n tame if not fix this plane n others n my brothers discover the true, write it up inta worddust stew serve it up line by line to the likes of EWE cheers!
cuz hears yer standing ovation a foundations all we got to give n man did that dog live!
_was a carpenter cuz so swing that estwing with tips serrated to muffle the nail's descending veil and cover it all like carhartt or channel nine so heres to the sublime nature of it all....
never give it up just pass it on like a quarterback from the liquor storage clerk

im not so sure about this 5th gear idear

i went & saw the seer. & he says

i know it's a small hill but dont forget that youre rockin your little baby four cyl

with 14 years of rompin under her belt & a slippyclutchy bounce that im sure you felt

& it was a good hand, when it was dealt.

but ye sat on it, let em check around the table & when you finallly bet too much they folded like a gable truss when that big ass pine tree came down upon it with the full effect of gravity, mabel.

maybe its fable but i feel im good & able to top that focker with my mind & finally lose my label.

i know i got a shot i just dont always shoot it im the type of player who likes to distribute it

& keep em all feelin good flying like a team & fuck the coach i think he just likes to scream

i finally got a minute to sit here & unload my mind

so here it is world, go ahead & pick it line by line

& whiteout your monitor im still feeling fine

cuz im not writing for you its part of my sublime

self medication plan all i need is time

lately i havent been able to find much. i guess that means im working thus

i get meat for dinner this winter & im pretending i dont need my crutch.

to battle my evils rhyme by rhyme im packin pencils & utensils & such.

& when i cant find a second to unleash my demon wreckage

i take it out on some poor inanimate object little lemon learned its lesson

i love a fresh foundation. fabricating smart lookin stuff, for now, is my salvation.

square up the walls with the pythagorean theorem bolt the greenboards down so hard

they scream but who can hearem? & then lay out my walls, u know 16 inches on center

& then locate my doors & windows & make my cutlist & make some splinters

just bring me some trees next time you monkeys its about the same work

to cut it to length, rip, plane it down & sand it this stick is being a jerk.

im gonna yell at it now until it obeys & if that doesnt work

it's into the burn barrel with its sappy ass & im movin back to alaska at last.

i hate it when shit dont listen. infuriates me till the vein in my forehead starts to glisten

& iffffffen i dont think about something else right now im gonna have a conniption.

how can something this frustrating be therapy? o right im supposed to go zen

& think things into place build with my mind, then & only then

can i ascend with my rising structure no need for ladder at this juncture

man do i veeeer. this one eyed bad backed carpenter could really use a beer.

crack aaah thats better pbr now in my veins & i can hear it sloshing around in there every time i move my brain the song remains the sssssaaaaaa-aaaaa-aaaaa-aaame

peace to my big old doggy he was a good fart

ewe now know the new knew

this disease is nearly broken ice is startin to get wet
get set for the ready course kept steady by the know
catch the wind watch em grow ignite the engines let em go never say we told ewe so
while all the knights pawns n preachers  poach their press from the same spot
sits the kings clickity clickin  cuz they cant let the balls drop
"gods" r  jugglas,  known to love the show
a faint glow the wind blows a little push
bit o help ta burn that bush say truth till death n make the final push
strikin deals with the realest of reels pull fish tails of puffin ish n sippin grails cuz
its a quest ta find the holy one......

turning the map over hopin to find cents

backing up toy trucks tryin not to find dents
stocking up on gypsy luck ta find its only heaven sent
the word today, she says we're pure prophets,
the holy goat's ridge runners swingin from the soffets
sirius, the lorax, tallking, the essence of ish, n the woods.
its a staged change of things
rising to the age of things
gettin into range of things r rowdy kinda cloudy like my clam chowdy dude each of us are givin grits n gifts ta lift to twist the top twizzlers wrist lean on back n throw those 2 fists to the air like king kong proud to know proud to top rope n write the wrong....

ahhhh, gills again, i'll keep streaming life, fish do fish.....

free type.... a flight between ears,
squinted eyes n dried windblown tears,
steer the past, clear the cache, bat that lash and keep walking,
keep dis corn stalking, cuz dis soul was born talking 2me.

a cool breath, autumn air, falling fan fair, leaves beware, mowers n blowers over every shoulder, gettin older, not knowin when we gotta go n so i hope ya told her......Love,

gaea please, ten years from tomorrow i just wanna be

ah this system
break dancin em down just ta fix em
ewe, romance that crown n wisdom be the victim
spin gears waste years n gaea polar shift dem
plates'll stay full of the hot ragga beast
keepin to the truth n tryn practice what i preach n
pardon cuz its each and everyone gotta tongue gotta pen
so get up cuz! its time to go to work again!
askin whatcha know about
askin that ya shout it out
quiet but its a calling out crawlin out twin towers still bleedin
at least from these keys n no treason
cuz im a patriot

my bloods red
never fly white flagz
skys blue so bless you

remember that september

the world, the word, the walk, the way, and the will be

theres' a whirlwind blowin on out there,
grabs some of us earlier than others, picks us up, spins us round,
shows us the world, the word, the walk, the way, and the will be.

elevated n out the nest we try n find love, truth, and then some,

i'm just yer modern day sooth sayer livin in my oracle,
not yer everyday truth slayer thats known to be rhetorical
a line of wii disciples, insightless, and droppin pieces
fightin to keep their eyes closed n fleein from the beaches
need to keep being _ ...
needin to keep from being _...
keep being patient, earth is 4.4 billion years old... it  takes time to make good dirt
keep from being naive, the universe is 13.7 billion years old
keep being happy, better be thinkin and doin as you like
keep from being bored, learn something new
keep being aware, technology is reinventing consciousness...constantly
keep from being left behind, know your roadrunnerlogik......

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

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.