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..........