the "dream"s in your lap, (warning) it wont stop growing....

have been stickin hard to the plan
behave,
be honest,
dont wish for (too much) stupid shit....

living the dream in a dream

this "dream"s been living in our laps far too long,
it wont stop growing....
sit with a growing boulder in your lap, it will crush you,
place it on the ground next to you,
water it, sand it and polish it, roll it n rock with it, love it like family,
build your legacy around it,
channel Inuit
build the biggest fire you can gather fuel for,
then light it
as a beacon....

the wait is crushing......

great to lay in wait but i don't have to like it
benches to build, bees to put to work

give me a wide driveway please to the path of least Resistance
we dream big, push hard n, mold our own exitstance

pay top dollars for time, pieces of minds, n manual labor
play again woods worded Jedi, man 3rd eyes,  n dawn sight sabers

this millineum the falcons talkin change again, same chin, same fin, n not to mention that same sharkly grin... so i take to my metaphors and simolies again tryin hard not to push buttons..
the molds been broken so we might as well fix it, replicate, manifist it, funk n logistics are all that stand between man's freedom and the machine.
so we dream, but big!
hail Odin! hail Frig!
touched by hands of higher ones, seeds hit the grounds
sensitive to sights n sensitive to the sounds
of life passing by........

tilt horn your horn as Thor did n try to drink the sea again.......

ahhh slips into the abyss again,
sirius b smooth skin n colder water consuming only fumes, fumes...
listen, again my friend, the goats are whispering...
"there's gold down there"
pain and anguish bare wear ta
new days and better ways,
harder spirits. hear it?
back to the woods roots for the good,
these boots've slid plastic slopes in with the pure clean hopes
n elegantly the dream unravels
strapped with travels n gear knowledge n broke saddles
displaced water on canoes..... then he paddles
more souls, same goals n goats in plain sight
R1 sheer will n faith to press on through this night
time is our time.
bring burn to the face of the sun,
cool it off, put it on a hook now ewe press rerun rerun rerun rerun rerun rerun........

fire in the morning.......

ahhhh the life tides,
ebb goes out and flow comes in. never stop. we grow up so to shall my writing
winter has been a bear this year.  tons of snow, ice, wind, and very cold.
spring eqinox is nearing, the clan welcomes the coming warm and relishes the time left with snow.
bleaching all maple gear is on the plate this week, this is looking to be a record maple year and we are
time for "tappin and sappin!" as mommy says :-)  just finished last quart of syrup from last years haul of 3.5 gallons.  the stash proved to be an awesome and healthy supplement for sugar.
thinkin last of the winter storms may finally have ran its course.  we sittin deep with about 3 foot snowpack and already half into march so this will indeed be a muddy break up year.  happy water table for the year!
we have seen lots of robins, and ducks / geese back around the lake, but the ice is still farrrrr from broken up.
time lapse 1 week
got another 14 inches of snow and we lookin at bust of a maple syrup year :-(
clan shall learn to be beekeepers.  need sustainable sugar.
this blog will lapse and i will start another...
jester

i am but one sirius , this b my confession......... i bought the yule mule i road in on....

i have found the root,
the root of my dis compassion for lazy, for greedy, for selfish
these are my distractions, and i buy them now.
i have acted lazy, greedy, and selfish
these are faulty coping mechanisms and make my heart impure
stack these on a pyre and light it.

i am assembling a machine this life,
I've been wayward.
paddling through doldrums, searching, i am back.
i am back, reigning again over a dream.


i don't want my daughter to find a man just like me,
i want my daughter to find a better man than me.
i don't want my sons to find women just like their mother,
i want my sons to find women better than there mother.

i pray to wake a better version of me each day.....
model a future version of the future......

hallelujah! this time we get down....

the norm is a powerful force
water does the same thing for millions of years,
it carves grand canyons,
moves sand n slices rocks.
i am not water, only part.
but i flow,
towards the down.
toward something manifested by good and righteous dreams,
toward something not unknown or unsealable, just dream able.

toward a constant alpha state,
towards the down.......

/.............

in and out of conflict,
in and out of the cheese,
in and out of the deer house........

/.................

theres a whole lot of "stuff" that goes along with any good trek or mission,
simple things crucial to summit get overlooked.
go great goal getting, but bring your towel..........

Venison again!!

 

opportunity meets preparation

2013 rifle buck NH

my peace........

old man north's frigid breath pours over the land again,
cold crawls low cross floors n valleys,
leaves dawn icy armor, as soldiers they safegaurd silence
at the ready, orders to crunch first and ask no questions,
a hunters enemy and savior in the thick north woods.........

today, this is my peace.......

mama's star climbs the ladder again..............

time to shine brighter yet,
plans n bets on table, risk board set.....
dice are hot this time of year, she rolls hard.
potential for Ascension resonates.....
future laid bare for her hands,
it waits as clear pool for a stones cast.....
toe tipples send small ripples edge to edge,
spheres of influence bump n grind away the surface tension.......
the queen, prepping for stepping,
tepid waters bring comfy bones, fat stashes, warm natural tones........
ahhh wherever mine mind roams....
love and peace for all,
rise and never fall...........

lasting days of 34 on the full moon rest

sirius pours a glass o past acts n artifacts, sits back
sweet life rolls along the river, love family and friends, tributaries,
growing volume, speed n depth the best get swept up with the rest
the quest for large tides n great white rides, these are gravity's gifts,
patiently waiting as fish.
angels and demons play cards on coral
toss lost gold n sand dollars atop the pot
sometimes i sit with them, not to play, but to study, watch the poker faces......

yes, sentences are still running on..............

grab this reign,
lay leather to steed,
breathe easy,
dont bite the bit, harness wits, a master sits, passes grass with a goat,
back n fourth of july,
man does time, n flies have their way with the leftovers....

flex the soular band, this house is a catapult,  climb aboard,  prepare to up unweight again.
at the crests heavy things get light, i will move mountains...

faintly the beat thumps back, drums ears come road runnin logik over the pick up note, one drops, two follows, three trys triplets, n four?,  4 packs the pick up notes around...

wakes n sails n scurvy dog tales......

its wild out
shadows n shady figures lurk the corners, so live,
be bright, light as lithium, power, LED
focus chi n bring it with,
travel wise, sail swift,
trails through the darkest rifts are best guided by teachers
the soap box preachers get lost on late night shows where laugh lists n laugh lasts roll past as white caps n troughs, arrr a pirate's golden go to,
ride the bow n row as viking through doldrums...

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.........