sirius b the breakfast......

cast clean iron to fire,
only flashin half the cash n takin dirty to the laundry,
sirius b the fat chicks egg whites n skinny mans jimmy deans.
streak free plates awate silver spooned dreams
chewin the new, i watch treelines close,
life moves its host, muses most to love or leave.
keep chiseling flat spots off the wheel n feel with all ya got,
crack the whip n drive team on,
trails need broken or the pack cant pass,
be as lead dog, let em smell that ass........

Adenosine Triphosphate, and Qi gong......

mutiny begets a rumreefless captain's crew,
reflect daily, prey as kat man do
upon Qi gong this engines running strong
so long sat n thought deep these connections speak clear
each year with practice n patience, the harness updates, the adenosine's triphosesfate,
hands shake and its done
guess their comin for the guns, gonna feel up our helixez, try n get the toilets on runs,
pile up the rolling papers apply pressure n write about it
stash beans n rice about it
play each day like the last
worship the sun.........

no need for hardhat with a head like this one

they hired me from home to bang some atoms off my dome and create some nuclear fission.  
which is good my brothers cuz i dont work well with others and when the genie said wish one
i replied with a splinter in my third eye that i needed a more compatible 2nd edition
my fishin pole is broken as you can tell with whats spoken rokin good stuff on a mission
to build an addition that wont crumble when the earth it starts to rumble 
and i fumble through my thesaurus cuz i dont wanna come across porous 
all borises are spies i learned i weeded through the lies i yearned to see the friggin skies
and burned a dime sized hole through my hat thinkin try n imagine that, lincoln...

im stinkin up my keyboard this morning.  and noone heeded the warnings.
 formin fangs as they backed me into the corner this place can only get so much warmer
before it burns...

pause

im feelin much better as i compose to the world this letter 
i hope im gettin points across the field and peggin the bullseye of how i feel
cuz i dont even know at this point...
im shootin blind into the sun and wind and if sublime be a blunderment
so be it.  i had and i lost and i never payed the cost and this b my punishment
to be blount if  this joint sad to say though it may last all day it was meant to burn alone
but puffin away i remain like a mostly sick train that will WILL make it home
whether it thinks it can or not.....

luck happens where preperation meets oppurtunity.........

carve peace from chaos,
sail on and off course,
endorse an underdog....
hound n hare run on through this night, pushing limits of smell sound taste n sight.
past comfort zones the razors edge weights, carves through jungle n exposes shaved fates.
masses marchn n gathern piped pipesters, drum circle it up n chant for changed diapers,
so line up ta count down from 3...2.....1, finding our lucks on times already begun...........

I'm an earth alien......sent here 2 luv U...........

lettuce keep buildin salad towers,
secure dynamic lines from me to you,
stretch dont snap, shake dont crumble,
love to watch ya sway, but dont tumble.
big change comin again for the dollar,
mama you the scholar.
sirius b but three halves prophet n part 13th disciple
the hard work comes in cycles n full throttle bitefuls
i stand to chew n think, refresh the map,
adjust the scale n lets drink, be merry, climb higher!
but dont disturb the fuses when we're stoking up our fire.......

tertium quid....

always surface tension turgor pressure run the miniscus over the edge or spread like dawn soap in the wounds babes in the whombs soon be hooved n hear the floor boards ll creek with yet another set of tiny lil feets a balance we speak of speechless we can just teach n lead by example smiling n loving the wrinkles they can cause in time and we're in it just swim steady strokes dont jump out the pool to run youll slip lands slick lifes quik ta fix loose fins hear terra firma quakes with glee cuz see we are the  combo platter stacked masses o matter earths best n their quest for elements ziplocked punctuation free.......

this life sublime......

if ya dont want to walk down the stairs, slide on the rails, details are crucial while gettin from here to there. this flesh is finite. slow smoked n overspoken. perhaps a laps around the fields n reorder the firsts to better last this test of time.........

brightness of lightness n starkness of darkness......

sirius b moving the leaves n routing rounds for somethin to write about....
the herd moves left and right, the pressure drops, another storm bruin
find some softwoods, settle in covered with needles,
stay dry, stay on the high, n ground out damps.
but encamped on cliffs be the high goat's hooves
leaping boulder to boulder shouldering the wind n rain, no pain no grain..

the goats eyes are gold. but instead of pupils, just holes, leads into and back out of light
n times is just the steps we climb, between the library and the darkness.........

night sweats........

arise, when eyes r blind,  reach out into the darkness feel for the light peel back the layers of fear let yourself fall into the night air take flight clear these cities n towns below n rest quietly bunz n ovens silently gestate while this pi rate dreamscapes he creates a map unseen by many n understood by few chosen hooves n on it theres at least one righteous route through deaths filter feeders clutches n such is the weight in line n its heavy............

stack up yer answers, i'll divine the questions to fit.......

perfect tailored tales for riding brain rails, wrappin wind with sails, strayin cats from trails off only ta find....feather dresses.  power chants, echos bounce canyon walls, a brave's rants, raves, n will, resonate the ground hear.  neath this soil pure rock's being is cut, polished, n prepped 4 next steps n nameless new ta summits all up n find that answers are but questions reflections. sew seeds, sling shit at tossers n follow that goat............

i know im makin dusty messes when i can see better WITHOUT my glasses

its hard to exume calm right now cuz cuz im all fired up
i desire some exuberance n buzz up n fire lady luck
but that aint why im here today.  i feel i owe everyone i love an apology.
so here goes i dont wanna go slow n come across groggy
 gotta  get across my point n for once not do it wrongly.
ive wronged thee.  and im sorry.  
not makin excuses but this blog is but abuses not taken out 
& i know ive rubbed you all so wrong theres no doubt
& "i love i love i love" i shout even though i got no mouth
& this fukn lorax character can be ruthless n this is the only time he comes out.
thats why my name goes nowhere near this mess.
& if it seems like ranting bitching biting balled up stress
its because thats all it is.  & i need it, jess.  yes 
i dropped a proper noun a monicher somebody uses 
but this is anonanonimity so first names be useless.
im gonna sign mine at the bottom of this page
cuz this is not weaseL e. toRn speaking or the lorax rappin rage
this is Shayne Allen Chamberlin Lawton for the first time on stage

"its so hard being me" cries the whole world unanimously
just wanna let u know i love u all.  peace.  family

Exude Calm..........

do this, n they all just march along......
oblate shpheres of interest
quests for fancy penmantrics
birth nothing but itch n urgency
demand precision measurements
exact endeavorments
environmental awaredence
nonethelence,
a goatless approach to the mothership.......

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.....

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..........

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.

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

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.......

live fast, drive faster.....

I'm just a spark,
my heart beats or doesn't,
my visions come and go.

to be caught or remain unseen,
be witnessed or get away clean,

drive man drive, and slow for no man,
bandits stand n pick plans to pieces at crosswalks,
so when opportunity knocks, pocket coins n pitch rocks
wishing wells watch most waves go rogue,
so get toe to toe with event horizon n vault that fence,
save two pence for the ferryman n don't look back.........