11/27/11

tyrant to manifest..........

while climbing treetops if a strong branch comes along, grab on n swing like it aint no thing, n not like Heff... im tyrant to manifest the best route, the purest shortest path unto the solid truth, shorten the time in line for my turn in the booth, cuz i need some fast cash but only a couple hundred G's, enough to turn the tide on this wild ride we got a couple mouths to feed, n i wanna breed more still shootin to fill seats, four even numbers for eight little feets, well please i know its just a dream, n im patiently waitin for lil maeyer bee! but the future gets clear when ya put down the glasses, so inhale quick while we dash past the masses.......

11/26/11

cord wood, stone, flesh, bone n backpacks.....

shake some moss off the rawsignals, buff burrs n shoulder those furrs trapper, its gonna be a cold one gettin old one year at a time, tip that tower o dimes n stash a match ta herb today, heal some vertebrae n watch the children play a real estate game with the cheapest of sheep possible, cuz it will cost a few meters n inches to steer this pen over these hills n ditches......

11/25/11

let the sentences run-on & on much like life

its never been rapped that tho the turkeys got the maps
it was our four forefathers who laid down the track. & it was decipherable!
its true one was algonquin, the other a french fur trader
the third was a noble englishman, & the irishman forgot his taters
& over the course of time their individual tracks crossed
& unbelievably a community sprang up like cashed crops
& they smashed rocks & used the smaller pieces to build up their forts
to keep eachother out so they could hunt eachother for sport
& then for just one day theyd put it all beside theyd give thier guards the day off
& let the bad guys inside. & then theyd feast.

11/24/11

arrrrrh, eer stands a pirate n let me sentence be a run-on.........

still leavin trail for our kids n lookin for my game tryn ta tame the top of old smoky n its covered with snow n hear the wii turkeys go for their guns n this time o year as a tom isnt much fun cuz the mayflowers act called on by voices too herdly not safe to assume n this could get wordy pilgrims saw birds first before the landfell n it was wood n word misers like ourselves that kept the herd well learnt to plant staulks Algonquin talks n Abenaki walks tracked deer n cleared lines of communication laid foundations for what b the greatest of nations so siruisly thanksforgiving us a chance cuz we try n bridge the gap all the trails are still there but the turkeys have the map..............

11/23/11

evening at the otter den friend & the ice is creepin in again

props to sirius b. for holdin down my place in line
its time to realign me now & set the world aside. & create some pieces of mind
i find that i sleep in the nude, out of habit, like a monk
& them funkin hunter monkeys are usin up my woods. for the next month
& so this father otter, this beast, goes nowhere this time o year
without his orange hat on, & its not just for the broncos that he holds so dear
but also a good healthy fear. yes i am afraid of the drunken huntin monkeys


11/21/11

morning at the bat cave n robins r squeezin their nest eggs blue.....

the goats luv a good plan n sirius b. hatchen em down in big ole batches
theres definitely a trail here just duck n groove through the thick patches
dwindle that stash o ish, learn yer politics, roadrunnerlogiks, n whatever sticks......
post it.

11/18/11

even russian yogis need fire, water, and a cave to shoot the breeze in.....

'Uliuiu Cherkechekh'  in  Yakutia???????????
not sure what exactly that means...
just chasing the chi, so you can blame me
get on the road runner, n never leave yer logik
lay some train tracks n bring the brain back some topix
chosen chewed n talked time well bought cuz ya see
what we've got here is failure to communicate.
ah n this primate climates all we can debates which generation gets it, toooo late
my alarm just went off its time to wake up n pass the know on, so grow on all you snoozers buttons cuz ewe sheeps aint mutton without a lil holy goat........

11/12/11

heres yer plunger, now dont forget to brainflush............

clear the table n lay ink to the lifepad dad
lifes shorter today than yesterday but still a bit longer than tomorrow
no need for a list of unduns so get up n beg pirate or borrow
the time to fill holes between lines, break bread, share cheese n cheap wine
is finite on this plane, sew while weeks fall like rain plant yer boots to the ground and grow.......

11/4/11

the beast marches on

just what are we building, hear with ears, seas crying eyes searching skies to try n find answers, clues to help choose your part, its a newvolution, a cleaner solution to start clan man's plans stand waiting for a change. baking souls are bought sold n traded for scandal free sandals spf rated for meltdown but felt back up by the mans clammy hands, n each last cent that he can rent gets back to the fed fred, n bedrocks still holdin the gold from lead conversions n said scams vans n righteous hands spreading smoke from here to and through the badlands n lightning's strikes r leaving the mindz at roadrunnerlogik not far behind the dime so go on n chime cuz times wordy this year but to damn sturdy to fall................