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...........

5/25/12

just like old lo wax to jump back in at 101

his left hand is twistin beards up n the other ones at 1
its all crystalline outside today this is when this driving thing is fun
hes all bustin a lung all over the dashboard with a song thats never been sung
& the lastword spirals off his tongue like a top that just got spun


now his right hands still at 1 while his left rests on that cross thingy
hes slumpin like some mud now & hes thinkin too hard & his feet are stinky
gotta downshift to fifth wake up wipers up lights on seatbelt check o yeah right im driving 
that was a crazy dream man all i got left to battle is the notch n then ill be arriving


hes got his left hand at 11:45 n the other one at 1:30
the notch is squeezing the clouds dry onto his windshield all dirty
this truck needed a bath bad but its making these here roads all sqirrely
hes grippin tight & his fingers are going white cuz not necessarily early
but hes gotta get home at some point tonight


the left hands now at 10 & hes got his right hand up on the headrest
of the passenger seat its straightening  his back out see n man how hed love to move his feet
its the home stretch homie speed a little bit but take it slowly sweet family awaits 

5/17/12

give thanks to the goats, its the 100th post!!!!

bottles of rum on the wall,
pennies are finding their dollar,
birthdays for an Oreo,
anniversaries at Fenway,
years in a century,

good news falls on these two feets in this and the coming weeks,
hear the goats speak codes drive dark roads and illuminate the shadows, find shoes and pick yer battles foreground cuz your town drowns if the vests not tight, blaze on through the night, take three lefts if need be, just make it right.
this vision lingers long enough ta seed yer inner deja
so just shake shake shake whatcha momma gave ya...........

4/9/12

push forward, never pull........

thinking at high speeds duck down, cuz all wills bow to the bow shock.
yer welcome to use mine but better gas mileage ta stay real close n talk to the goats regular.
thinkin in yer sleep,  the mind can double its range.
recognizing where you're dreamingz  key to the communicade
free flow between conscious and unconscious deals yieldn fields n streams of raw datum
we're all scientists, walking alchemists, shamans n stacked atoms
to be, or not to be overthrown as, emperors, third base, seeds n fists.....

3/29/12

the tao de sirius b.....

first light broke,
the mind tied in,
top ropes fell from atop life's cliffs again,
ores strapped down coat zipped, i climb like vines, n stay tight lipped,
coil every line on board,
embrace the earthen floor
and embark, whirled tour.
keeping the teachable truths on deck, n the quasi qualable ones under the boards
a pirate learns to flip the eye patch before thinking back n forth
ta try n separate some of the loves from all these wars,
alas, collision is beauty, left and right were fused,
n once past that event horizon, magics freely used
the siriusphere can be stretched, directed, tortured.
 n when both nails and mortar eventually fail to keep their shit together?....
the lions will run these planes

3/1/12

let the record skip, we'll just keep bustin movez.........

its a heartbeat and high pitched screech
that the most Sirius of atoms bounce to while riding these feet.
like roots the sound of life pushes through, the medium yields gladly, they dance.
lip locked, and jettisoned into the dark,
their double helixd like vapor trails leadin write onto the arc.
sparks fly as we pinball through the thickest of trees,
n part of fixin flaws is scraping up yer hands and knees
so please bear with a lion a while n keep sharing cave
we're pavin roads for the cubs baby, we've got it made.
when times are tough n thorns get thick as thieves
remember the earth gives ground so long as yer pullin through the weeds
so keep the glow but leave half the blows above the belt
n check that sensors r set to cool or interests bound to melt.....

2/24/12

yella bellied words n forks, maybe ewe should choose this time.......

the power of suggestion, a bit o ambiance, a few orange words let this canscience have a chance ta smooth my hooves on this 80 grit track im runnin dreamed up races and want the title back ahh king of the coupe devile topless n hairless just blowin in the wind orange painted skin n botox tainted chins rockin the front lines n payin the highest of fines dining to get into this club first cuz this djs tryn ta out spin the earth......

2/20/12

the engineers' between these ears.............

hold the clutch to the floorboard n letters coast through, stay tuned to the new n wade, bare feet feelin first, keep feedin yer unquenchable thirsts, cuz it'll be small bursts of light that pierce first, part the night n allow sight of at least a bumpersticker here and there, so offer prayer n tryn tell the bad dogs its not just hair they're leavin on the sofas. 
its safe to let the clutch out.
the tracks are beings laid straight for as far as these eyes see
and the new routines rollin off the press stressfree.
day one with Artemis back on the trail ta heal the ailed
this papa lion tailed by the 2 cubs now ooohhhhh soooo proud to be.
the rider of these paws, bears n all to get these flaws write
so happens yer ears can here tonight...

1/15/12

ode to the sentence scramblerz...........

the back talkin word n woods amblers, clamouring through the trees n tickling keys, in search of today's mindful freez. weaving these truthz on loomz so smooth that even the emperor cant help but groove, so move these mountains or hike over em n hold to the creed, pads ta feed n pens ta bleed so please just read on.....

1/10/12

the battle between smoke and wind rages on......

keep pushin pawns, beheading bishops n cookin the rooks books,
sirius b rockin that hook, hiking up the queens skirt to get a better look,
took time finding a good seat,
to watch the wind advance and to see the smoke retreat,
but now the smells bitter sweet n the taste is so much better
gettin greater oxygen exchange, even in the colder weather
so tie that tether, walk hard sir lorax! n when the nic attacks,
give em no slack, just thank yerself for all the minutes given back.

1/8/12

hardest goddam thing hes ever done....take 1000....& action!

we all know its best to stick to the ridges, to high ground
& attempt to drown into our own old gooves that soothes
as it oh so mellowly flows down
here where life seems so simple
where the one whos callin the shots
is the one here holdin the pencil

& when hes done he heads outdoors for a ciggy smokebreak
& 2/3 of the way through it hes craving another, brother
undoing all that hard work that got him here watch his back break
as he reaches into his pocket in his jacket to pull out that comforting packet
& fills his tiny universe with smoke. life seems so simple down here.
just dont smoke right? "the cravings only last 3 to 5 minutes"
we all know they last a lifetime.


1/6/12

got my wicket zippered so pass me......

today im an ice crystal outside grinding,
tossed through the clouds on winds whims, finding
time to join the stack of particles on these northeastern slopes,
ahh the Great White hopes for all the fast cash,
but waitin in the squal line the melt laughs last.
sit n hear sirius preach about past rash thoughts,
wars fought n forgot not, disasters bought n sold,
ahhh but the days of old, sellin fools gold for food stamps n stickin the traitors into work camps have come n gone, n long time runners are far and few,
most are just shaggin trees n bandwidth, so stand quick sand cuz the glass has been flipped, we're layin down skis n whippin out swix.........

1/2/12

four universes and a canine black hole under one roof.........

the great goats have tipped the grail once more!
poured out two more feets to tour these wooden floors n those concrete streets
so houres devores for all my peeps n let that ball drop
cuz this year clearly stops not for man myth or machine,
lean back, dont step on the quacks, n duck when that ship comes back to sort out things like country musics and politics,
be careful cuz that shit sticks, so tread light,
tryn hold back that urge to fight or flight, the daze and react
to the two satelites map of the sun, or the two mappin the moon's fields,
hell, this is why vikings fight with shields and burn churches,
raise the perches, and if the sea level keeps rising,
just put a diaper on..........