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How does one choose words so magical
they terminate or alleviate this morbid despair you feel?

I don’t know what incantation, what Psalm, or Mantra you will hear.
I don’t know. I don’t know.

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The Orem

Old notions: traps by nature, holding sentry over, we, the rigid, the self suppressing.

New notions: holes we dig too quickly into which we fall. Just impulsive postulations.

Seek the Balance. Work the Science.
Through diligence, moderate the middle.

Resilient, social architectures must be built upon arbitrated firm foundations.
Integrating form & function, art & order, hope & proof, math & passion. Theorems old and new

Seek the Balance. Work the Science.
Be diligent. Moderate the middle.

Synthesize.

The Underwhelming

Parallel, this path you travel.
Similar, but far from equal.
Contentious glorious friction awakens the cognizant and mindful.

You were broken so you have broken free.
Now you see right through the Kings New Clothing.

Formative, extreme conditions tempering your will and way.
Mindful, now, of graceless dullards, plodding through their vapid cabaret.

You were broken so you have broken free.
Now you see right through the Kings New Clothing.
Vision and mission first.
Serve your role by shunning all the Underwhelming.

You were broken so you have broken free.
Now you see right through the Kings New Clothing.
Like minds broken.
Like minds breaking free.
Now we see right through the Kings New Clothing.
Vision and mission first.
Serve our role by shunning all the Underwhelming.

Postulous

Seek the balance. Work the Science.
Be diligent. Moderate the middle.

Assimilate the elements. We are on a mission.
Fabricating working models. We are under observation.
Assimilate the elements. We are on a mission.
Integrating so insuring our continuation.

Seek the balance. Work the Science.
Be diligent. Moderate the middle.

Integrating so insuring our continuation.
Synthesizing aberrant and natural selection.
Integrating so insuring our —continuation.
Assimilate the elements. We are on a mission.

Seek the balance. Work the Science.
Be diligent. Moderate the middle.

Personal Prometheus

Listen closely for the echo of your Genesis, your inception, your formation, your stigmata from Prometheus.

Innuendos, tracks & traces, ring and replicate, like maps and legends, through and to you. Just follow all the way.

Become your own Prometheus.
Use the flame to burn the tether from the Overseer.
Tame the flame to burn tenacious.

Prime directive violated, still reverberates, puppeteering every action.
Guides your words and ways.

Become your own Prometheus.
Use the flame to burn the tether from the Overseer.
Tame the flame to Burn tenacious.

Grey Area

No more Real. No more Lie. This is the age of confusion.
Obliterating the lines here in the digital paradigm.

Nothing factual. Nothing fictional. Interchangeable.
So expendable.

No SI override. We’re on the verge of extinction.
Hallucinating to survive here in the digital paradigm.

Nothing factual. Nothing fictional. Interchangeable.
All Sensational.

No SI override. We’re on the verge of extinction.
Hallucinating to survive here in the digital paradigm.

Black is white is grey is gone
Genuine and fraudulent maze.
Ones are zeroes, zeros ones from now on.
Out of tune and phase.

Fake Affront

Heard it all before
Shut up. Shut the fuck up.
Whinge and bleat, baby.
We’ve heard it all before.
Shut up. Shut the fuck up.

Sanctimonious, phony little shit.
You can drop the fake affront, pompous ass.
Heard it all before.

Pious lipstick smeared fundamentalism.
Drop the fake affront, pompous ass.
Heard it all before.

Far Right. Far Left. Same Shit. You can drop the fake affront, pompous ass.
Heard it all before.

Bullet Train To Iowa

Say bye bye. Kneel down, yield, pray, and kiss the ground.
Gonna be awhile before we touch back down.
Ain’t no turning back. Like a train sprouting wings, fuck the track. Hello, Sky!
I’m all aboard this surprise locomotion.
Oh my. Oh well. Guess I’d better just enjoy the ride.

My oh my.
Grinning & chatty tapestries and tile.
I’ll try to keep this conversation light. May be up all night.
I surmise there might of been Iowaska hiding in the water and wine.
Looks like I’m about to take the bullet train to Iowaska soon.
Well, all right.
Ride. Ride.

Choo Choo Choo

Animistical wayside Sabbatical.

Bread and Circus

Here we are in the middle of our existential reckoning.

Long ago we all traded, regretfully abdicated our voice and our light, self sovereignty, charge, our command, and means.

Traded it all for Bread and Circus.

 

Here we are in the middle of our existential reckoning.

 

The pawns and powers that be play checkers, chess, and monopoly for keeps, for life, for all, to the death, for our servility.

 

Acquiescent and idling. Predestinated circling.

Romulus and Remus paradox, trade it all for nothing more than concessions, fireworks, pageantry, glitter, gladiators, and jesters, just entertainers. Bread and Circus.

 

Here we are in the middle of our existential reckoning

Acquiescent and idling. Predestinated Circling.

Bread and Circus.

Bedlamite

Old man Wibble, lush diviner, duke of babble, mad soothsayer,

& drunken oracle drinks the Liquid Jesus straight from the bottle.

Spirituous Sancti, like God full throttle.

The Bedlamite seer & fortune teller croons,

“Write your own fable. Believe it’ll all work out.”

 

“It’s gonna be all right. Everything will be all right.”

 

“Raise,” He says, “raise a glass to our heterogeneity, & our remarkable resilience through calamity.”

 

Old man Wibble, duke of babble, drank straight from the bottle, danced on the table.

Fortune teller croons, “The world may tipple. The world may wobble.

Raise your bottle of God full throttle, the Liquid Jesus, Spiritous Sancti. Write your own fable & believe it’ll all work out.”

 

“It’s gonna be all right. Everything will be all right.”

Apocalyptical

Concrete conclusions be damned

They won’t believe you until it’s far too late

 

Go on, moron, Ignore the evidence.

Skid in to Armageddon

Tango Apocalyptical

 

Be damned, dumb dumb. Be damned.

 

Jog on, Head down. Ignore the evidence.

Trippin over Armageddon

Moon Walkin Apocalyptical

 

Be damned, dumb dumb. Be damned.

 

A Singularity

There’s Only you. Nothing before you.

Only you. Nothing beyond you.

So now I’m without you.

In come the strangers.

Invade. Inquire. Probe.

Go. Leave me.

Leave me to my darkness.

Leave me to my grieving. Go.

Leave me to my silence.

Go. Go. Leave me be.

 

Crest of the wave. Beauty behold you.

Only you gave me my reason.

You were my moment.

And now your moment, your fire, your sigh, Gone.

Gone.

God damn

God damn a strangers cold kindness.

Goddamn the sun. Goddamn the sun.

Leave me to my darkness.

Go. Go. God damn a strangers cold kindness.

Goddamn the sun. Goddamn the sun.

Leave me to my darkness.

Go. Go. Leave me be.

Simultaneous Humanity Intro

We in the modern age operate under a dangerous misconception regarding our heritage. If one should ask the average citizen whether or not they believe humans are more highly evolved than our ancient ancestors, they will more often than not express the belief that we are indeed far, far superior. Surely we are more sophisticated, more capable of reason than the hunter-gatherers of 13,000 BC, more civilized than the marauding Vikings of 1,000 years ago. We imagine these peoples as ignorant, primitive, barbaric. We are not those peoples.

In fact, Homo sapien sapiens—modern humans—share an inherited gene pool with the earliest hominids like Australopithecus who lived 2.5 million years ago. We possess no significant physiological differences from the Cro-Magnons or the Neanderthals, nor does evidence suggest our tendencies toward the barbaric have lessened over time.
On the contrary, present-day humans are capable of the same self-destructive behavior, the same crimes against humanity, the same violent power struggles as our ancestors. We appear to be doomed by our DNA to repeat the same destructive behaviors our forebears have repeated for millennia. If anything, our problem-solving skills have actually diminished with the advent of technology and our ubiquitous modern conveniences.

And yet, despite our predisposition toward fear-driven hostility, toward what we anachronistically term “primitive” behavior, another instinct is just as firmly encoded in our makeup. We are capable—as our ancestors were—of incredible breathtaking acts of kindness. Every hour of every day, a man risks his life at a moment’s notice to save another. Forget for a moment the belligerent benevolent billionaires who grant the unfortunate a crumb of cost-free cake. I speak of pure acts of selflessness: the mother who rushes into the street to save a child from a speeding vehicle, the person who runs into a burning building to reach a family trapped on an upper story, the man who can barely swim who dives into a lake to rescue a drowning stranger. Such actions, such moments, such unconscious selfless decisions define what it is to be human.

Simultaneous Chorus

Should the oceans rise,
Should the sky come falling down,
Should the islands tremble beneath us,
See our better nature blossom.

Should the sun rain fire
Should hell on earth freeze over
And our inner beast wake hungry
See our better feed them

Should the sun rain fire
Should hell on earth freeze over
And our inner beast wake hungry
See our better feed and calm them.

Find a way through or around or over

Life of Brian (apparently you’ve never seen…)

Obsession has an odor.
Tunnel vision has a tell.
Fanatical behavior
Seems to fit you well.

Fixate on what you think you know,
you’re missing what you don’t, though
Crazy wouldn’t notice.
Have a lovely life in your chosen hell.

Metaphors just point the way
Towards untouchable ideas.
Fixating on the finger,
Miss the point, Dull the point as well.

(Dull the point, miss the point…)

Obsession has an odor.
Tunnel vision has a tell.
It’s fanatical behavior.
Have a lovely life in your chosen hell.

Have a lovely life in your chosen hell.

The Remedy

Our home, our rules. Respect them or
Bitches receive stitches, trolls receive 86’s.

Stick around if you’re house broken
Can’t hold your shit or your tongue you gotta go.
And should you choose to react like an imbecile
You in turn will be treated so.

Yes, we’re being condescending .
Yes, that means we’re talking down to you.
With all that racket from your lips a flapping.
We assumed you didn’t notice.

Haters, isolators, no one misses these.
Bitches receive stitches, trolls receive 86’s.

Yes, we’re being condescending .
Yes, that means we’re talking down to you.
With all that racket from your lips a flapping.
We assumed you didn’t notice.

Haters, isolators, no one misses these.
Bitches receive stitches, trolls receive 86’s.

You speak like someone who has never been smacked in the fuckin mouth.
That’s ok we have the remedy.
You speak like someone who has never been knocked the fuck on out.
But we have your remedy.

You speak like someone who has never been smacked in the fuckin mouth.
That’s ok we have the remedy.
You speak like someone who has never been knocked the fuck on out.
But we have your remedy.

The Arsonist

Fire, Fire the bridge is on fire.
Burning away your last connection.

Fire, fire all bridge’s on fire.
Your social skills resemble arson.

You seem ok with this
So deleterious
Remorse for you is not an option.
Whatsa matter, Beavis?
Whatsa matter, Beavis?
Why ya gotta burn Gotta burn it all down?
Whatsa matter, Beavis?

Burn it all down.
Burn down all the bridges.
Fire Fire Fire, shit’s on fire.
Beavis sure do love his matches.

Choking on the smoke from the fires you started.
Choking on the ash from the bridges you’ve burned.

Whatsa matter, Beavis?
Daddy didn’t love you. Gotta burn it all down.
Whatsa matter, Beavis?
Not the better brother. gotta burn it all down

Why ya gotta burn Gotta burn it all down?
Daddy didn’t love you. Gotta burn it all down.
Why ya gotta burn Gotta burn it all down?
Not the better brother. gotta burn it all down

Choking on the smoke from the fires you started.
Choking on the ash from the bridges you’ve burned.

Smoke and Mirrors

You Confessed one day to have been a snake and deceiver.

But when your moment came to shed that skin,

You just slithered away.

You just slithered away.

 

Crystal clear to us all when you say

“We all want the same thing” that you don’t.

You want the bigger piece and the praise.

 

There are those who have seen and those soon to beware

What your smoke is concealing.

 

Just a trail of bones atop a lemmings hill, all fallen prey,

all fall and pray, all fall and pray…

to the liar.

 

Not a saint. Not a Martyr.

Just a snake

and a liar.

 

We used to believe when you’d say

“We’re all in this together.”

No more. We all see.

 

Now the mirror is broken, we all know

what your spell was concealing.

Just hollow eyes, A stolen Crown, but not a king, no, not a king.

just a liar.

 

Not a saint. Not a Martyr, Just a snake and a liar.

 

 

 

Galileo

Few may Hear Galileo’s song

(calling)

Of tribulation.

Adversity is

Fuel for the Living

Feeds us all.

 

Spirit is fire. Uncompromising.

Hidden hand, protect us from the dead and dying.

 

Echo his madness.

His Heresy feeds us all

 

Spirit is fire. Uncompromising.

Hidden hand, protect us from the dead and dying.

 

Spirit is Fire

Feed on the senseless and dead.

 

Flippant

(Don’t need to take that from you.)

 

You know you left us in pieces

You know you left us this way.

 

Flippant reactions and choices

You’re pulling pins on grenades.

And now it’s off to the races.

A coward running away.

Autumn

Run. Run. Catch this sun before he slips away.

 

Oh Winter, Oh reasons cold tenacity.

Pause your nature. Dance with me one more autumn day.

 

Come Prudence, Come Reason. To Chase my light away.

 

Catch me, catch me. No. Not this day. (not this day)

 

Twilight fall upon all souls, darkening all skin and bone.

Soon I’ll Follow Prudence home. Until then just let me chase this sun.

 

Soon enough I’ll go Winters way

Soon enough. Though Not this day.

Soon enough I’ll go Winters way

Soon enough.

 

Stay the winter one more day.

Leave me to my Childs play.

 

Soon enough I’ll go your way.

Dance with me just one more Autumn day.

 

Soon enough I’ll go your way.

Soon enough.

 

Soon enough. Though Not this day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Money Shot

Boulders to rocks.

Gravel to sand.

Leaving you nothing but beaches.

You used to move mountains.

A wave of your hand,

Now you just finger the pieces

 

(Here it come here it here it…)

 

Grind away. Pound away.

Grind away. Finger bang away.

Here comes the Money Shot.

Money shot your load.

 

Forest for trees pounding

Timber to dust

Chipping your way to confusion

you used to be driven by

Mission and lust

Now it’s just all compensation.

 

Grind away. Pound away.

Grind away. Finger bang away.

Here comes the Money Shot.

 

Grand Canyon

Lost as I may be

In the fog of my own noise and triviality

Grand holy mother grants me clarity

I’m Standing on the edge of forever

 

One among infinity

Witnessing the majesty.

 

Calm in this humility

Witnessing the majesty.

 

Hope as far as one can see

Witnessing the majesty.

 

Witnessing the majesty

Witnessing the majesty

 

Standing on the edge of forever

 

Blessed be

This Reawakening

Grand Holy Mother end my deathly slumber to

Stand Fearless on the edge of forever

 

One among infinity

Witnessing the majesty.

 

Calm in this humility

Witnessing the majesty.

 

Hope as far as one can see

Witnessing the majesty.

 

Witnessing the majesty

Witnessing the majesty

 

Standing on the edge of forever

 

Hope, hope as far as, as one can see, as one can see.

 

 

 

 

Agostina

Celestial ocean,

Choice and chances,

Future, love, & light.

Infinity has many faces.

I see them all tonight

 

In you, our intersection,

in you, our Divine collision.

 

Welling waves of tears in

Recognition of

What patience will provide

When radiating

Celestial bodies

Fatefully collide.

 

It’s you, our intersection.

It’s you, our Divine collision.

 

Hey. Hello. Joy to finally meet you,.

Hey, Hello, Agostina.

 

 

 

 

Dear Brother

Reminiscing on our indestructible days
The party never seemed to end
We Donkey Punched the night away
Sin after sin 25/7
Some risky business, my friend
Fortune seemed to favor us
round every dark and twisted bend

But you can’t cheat death
Can’t outrun the Grim Reaper

This glass I raise is heavy
Heavy as my heart this day
The Reaper slipped right past us.
Bastard stole your breath away

We raise a heavy glass to you
& our indestructible days
May the heavens call to you.
May Stars align and light your way.

Farewell, dear friend
Farewell, dear brother

Sad and Joyful toast to you
Heavy is my heart this day
Once more unto the breach, dear friend.
Donkey Punch the night away

Farewell, dear friend
Farewell, dear brother

Dear Brother In Memoriam to
Adam Yauch
Brother Edward Willie Jr
Mike Brown
Susan O’Brien-Brockway
Ray Beckwith
Rigner Jensen

Breathe

Don’t be Afraid
Don’t be Ashamed.
The Body has Needs.
Surrender to the Hunger.
Got to let the Body Feed.
(but) Don’t forget to Breathe
the Body has Needs
No one is a Stranger.
Surrender to the Hunger.
Got to let the Body Feed.
(but) Don’t forget to Breathe

Tumbleweed

Home.
So far away.
Come on home.

Home.
A candle you can hold
You’re not alone.

Home
So far away.
Come on home.

Home.
A voice from within.
You’re not alone.

Home.
A candle you can hold.
You’re not alone.

Home.
You’re so far away.
Come on home.

Home.
A voice from within.
You’re not alone.

Home.
You’re so far away.
Come on home.

Toma

Toma güey

Stole my patience. Stole my pride.
Snatched the rhythm from my stride.
Kicked my certainty up the middle.
Knocked the wind out of my romantic side.

Hopes and wishes set aflame.
What’s your purpose here, whatcha hope to gain?
Took my dignity, you took my dignity.
Burned a lover so earned an enemy.
Time to make it right, how it’s gonna to be.
Watch you pay the toll right in front of me.
Time to pay your due, time to set you straight.
Take what you dish out. Toma güey.

Hopes and wishes set aflame.
What’s your purpose here, whatcha hope to gain?
Took my dignity, you took my dignity.
Lost a lover and earned an enemy.
Time to make it right, how it’s gonna to be.
Watch you pay the toll right in front of me.
Time to pay your due, time to set you straight.
Take what you dish out. Toma güey.

Time to make it right, it’s how it’s gonna to be
Watch you pay the toll right in front of me
Time to pay your dues, time to set you straight
Take what you dish out, Toma güey

Time to make it right, it’s how it’s gonna to be.
Watch you pay the toll right in front of me
Time to pay your dues, time to set you straight
Take what you dish out, Toma güey

Time to make it right, it’s how it’s gonna to be
Watch you pay the toll right in front of me
Time to pay your dues, time to set you straight
Take what you dish out, Toma güey

Tiny Monsters

Day gives way to night on the storefront mannequins,
The audience with Mona Lisa grins.
Moonlight builds emotion as the players scuttle in.
Pull the curtain back and let the show begin.

Lunar mischief under low light discipline.
Here the tiny monsters hunt the harlequins.
Silent patrons view the drama under low light discipline.
Here the tiny monsters hunt the harlequins

Lunar mischief.
We kill, be killed or run.
To be or not to be beyond the dawn.

The Weaver

Observing the shades.
interpreting signs.
Reporting the patterns row by line.

Liturgical tales, I live and tell,
infused and entwined like threads in the tapestry.

I am, therefore I do Explore.
I am the Weaver.
I do, therefore, become a seer and believer.

Observing the shades.
Interpreting signs.
Reporting the patterns row by line.

I am, therefore I do explore.
I am the Weaver.
I do, therefore, become a seer and believer.

I am, therefore I do pursue.
I am the Weaver.
I do, therefore, become a seer and believer.

Observing the shades.

Interpreting signs.

Reporting the patterns row by line.

Elegiacal songs I live and tell,

spun and woven like threads in a tapestry.

I am, therefore I do explore. I am the weaver.

I do, therefore, become a seer and believer.

I am, therefore I do pursue. I am the weaver.

I do, therefore, become a seer and believer.

The Rapture

I see you lingerin’ ‘round like a bad idea.
Peddlin’ salvation.
Threatenin’ damnation.

About to drop you like Cain,
Like Cain dropped Abel.
About to drop you like Cain,
Like Cain dropped Abel.

You’re no medium.
Just the scum on the shallow end of assumption.
Time to come correct, son.
Rapture my ass.
You better hope he takes you before I do.

About to drop you like Cain,
Like Cain dropped Abel.
About to drop you like Cain.
You better hope he takes you.
About to drop you like Cain.
I’ve had enough of your voodoo.
About to drop you like Cain.
You better hope he takes you.

About to Sodom you’re Gomorrah, deliverin’ redemption.
Feel my resurrection.

About to drop you like Cain,
Like Cain dropped Abel.
About to drop you like Cain.
You better hope he takes you.
About to drop you like Cain.
I’ve had enough of your voodoo.
About to drop you like Cain.
You better hope he takes you before I do.

Telling Ghosts

The more you take, the more you need.
The more you suck, the more you bleed.
The dead know better, so listen to the letter.
The more you suck, the more you bleed.

Echoes and specters and ghosts of none the wiser,
Apparitions each, of bad decisions brush on by.
Envious in the ever after.
Electric fuzzy haze of regrets and dreams denied.

The paramount and pompous disregard the cipher
Ignorant the gluttons, and the needy rush on by these messages from the ever after.
Dead Letter Office. Deliverance denied.
The more you take the more you need.
The more you suck the more you bleed.
The dead know better so listen to the letter.
The more you suck the more you bleed.

Echoes and specters and ghosts of none the wiser
Apparitions each of bad decisions brush on by.
Envious in the ever after.
Electric fuzzy haze of regrets and dreams denied

The more you take, the more you need
The more you suck, the more you bleed
The dead know better, so listen to the letter
The more you suck, the more you bleed

The more you take, the more you need
The more you suck, the more you bleed
The dead know better, so listen to the letter
The more you suck, the more you bleed

Oceans

Weary traveler, calloused and sore.
Time and gravity followed you here.
Rest, my sister, and tell me all about the ocean.

I’ve never seen the ocean, not like this one.

Weary traveler, calloused and sore.
Time and gravity followed you here.
Rest, my brother, and tell me all about the ocean.

Spoils and troubles, they burden you’ve bore.
Pay them no mind, they matter no more.
Leave them behind and show me all about the ocean.

Look in your eyes.
I’ve never seen the ocean.
Not like this one

Deep in your eyes.
I’ve never seen the ocean
Not like this one

Show me your eyes
I’ve never seen the ocean
Not like this one

Look in your eyes
I’ve never seen the ocean
Not like this one

Monsoons

Valley heat is rising. Relieve us
Long exhale the heaven. Relieve us.
Valley heat is rising. Relieve us
Long exhale the heaven. Relieve us.

Dry, desert touches sky.
Prayer for deliverance from on high.
Pray the sky will understand and cry, and pour emotion down.
(relieve us)

Only you can bring the color in.
You alone breathe the hope into our world.
The patient, pleading ground, without you, brittle, gray and brown.

Only you can bring the color in so I and mine can carry on.
Until you can bring the color in so I and mine can carry on.

We pray the sky will understand.
(relieve us)
And cry emotion pouring down
(relieve us)

Only you can bring the color in
So I and mine can carry on (until)
You can bring the color in
So I and mine can carry on (until)
You can bring the color in so I and mine can carry on another day.

Man Overboard

Blood sky in the mornin’.
Shoulda seen the warnin’.

Captain to the Seaman,
“Man your battle stations. Poseidon’s on a mission.’Bout to turn it up to eleven.”

Captain to the Seaman,
“Assume crash positions. Toss the extras over. About to take on water.”

Blood sky every mornin’ (All hands on deck, all hands on deck)
Shoulda seen the warnin’ (Coulda, shoulda)
Poseidon’s on a mission (Brace yourself, brace yourself)
‘Bout to turn it up to eleven.

Come the gails, mind the sails (Mind the sails, mind the sails)
All hands on, all hands on deck (All hands on deck)
Women and children first (Women and children first)
Bail sailor, Bail, Bail, Bail (Bail, bail, bail)
Brace yourself, brace yourself (Brace yourself, Brace yourself)
Brace yourself, brace yourself a twelve (Brace yourself a twelve)

All hands on, all hands on deck (All hands on deck)
All hands on, all hands on (All hands on, all hands on)

Blood sky every mornin’ (All hands on, all hands on deck)
Shoulda seen the warnin’ (Woulda, coulda, shoulda, shut up)
Poseidon’s on a mission (Brace yourself, brace yourself)
‘Bout to turn it up to eleven (Brace yourself, brace yourself)
Captain to the Seaman (Here come the gails, mind the sails, mind the sails)
Assume crash positions (All hands on, all hands on deck)
Toss the extras over (Women and children, women and children first)
About to take on water (Bail sailor, Bail, Bail, Bail)
Poseidon’s on a mission (Brace yourself, brace yourself, brace yourself)
‘Bout to turn it up to eleven (Brace yourself, brace yourself, brace yourself)
Poseidon’s on a mission (Brace yourself, brace yourself, brace yourself)
‘Bout to turn it up to eleven (Brace yourself, brace yourself a twelve, brace yourself a twelve, brace yourself a twelve, brace yourself a twelve)

Horizons

Dust devil swept you away.
It’s still not real.
Ash and urn and silence.
Talk to me.
Dust devil swept you away.
My recollections are all that’s left of you.
Swirl and sway without me.

Dust devil swept you away.
Whirling playful dancing about you.
What’s left of you is ash and urn and this Silent Horizon.
Dust devil swept you away.
It’s still not real.
Ash and urn and silence.

Dust devil swept you away.
My recollections are all that’s left of you.
Swirl and sway without me.

Dust devil swept you away.
Whirling playful dancing.
What’s left of you is ash and urn and this Silent Horizon.

Swirl and sway without me.
Dust devil swept you away.
Whirling playful dancing about you.
What’s left of you is ash and urn and this Silence.

Green Valley

Hello stranger, can you tell us where you’ve been?

More importantly, how ever did you come to be here?

Though a stranger, you can rest here for a while.

But save your energy, your journey here is far from over.
Come the sunrise, we’ll descend through Judgement Valley
and weigh your worth before her majesty, the Verde River.

No direction but to follow what you know.
No direction but a faith in her decision.
No direction but to never fight her flow.
No direction but to trust the final destination.
You’re a stranger til she whispers you can stay.
You’re a stranger til she whispers that your journey’s over.
Weigh your worth before her majesty, the Verde River.
Weigh your worth before her majesty, the Verde River.
Weigh your worth before her majesty, the Verde River.
Weigh your worth before her majesty, the Verde River.

No direction but to follow what you know.

No direction but a faith in her decision.

No direction but to never fight her flow.

No direction but to trust the final destination.

You’re a stranger til she whispers you can stay.

You’re a stranger til she whispers that your journey’s over.

Weigh your worth before her majesty, the Verde River.

Weigh your worth before her majesty, the Verde River.

Weigh your worth before her majesty, the Verde River.

Weigh your worth before her majesty, the Verde River.

Conditions of My Parole

Sweet baby Jesus on fire
Ima need a damn lawyer and a miracle to pull my ass out of this.
Devil kept pokin’ the bull so I shipped her ass to Mozambique.
Cause I was over it.

Shoulda dumped my gat into the Verde
But what if she’s a zombie or a dracula?
I better hang on to this.
Lordy, with my hand upon the Bible, swear I shot the damn devil, not a bitch.
But the po po don’t give a shit.

Lordy, won’t you show a little mercy.
I’ve been on the straight and narrow since the judge and the warden done paroled me.
devil kept pokin’ the bull so I shipped her ass to Mozambique.
Cause I was over it. Lost my head a bit. Please help me outta this.

God damn judge found me guilty of public ‘toxication,

Public urination, and parole violation.

But the CSI couldn’t find the body to corroborate my bullshit story.

Sweet Jesus, don’t let the judge release me.

What if she’s a zombie or a dracula and tries to fuckin eat me?

Devil walked away from a banging trip to Mozambique.

Help me outta this [4x]

The Mission

What do you know?

The birds and the bees got wise to the lies (What do you know?)

So they took to the trees and took to the skies (What do you know?)

On top of the chain but safe from the rain (What do you know?)

Whatcha’ know about the ways on the underside? (What do you know?)

 

Bought a hot shot gat from a north end guinea (What do you know?)

‘Cause they’re hip to the bull and hip to the lies (What do you know?)

Ante up with your ass cause you ain’t got a penny (What do you know?)

Whatcha’ know about the ways on the underside? (What do you know?)

 

Bought a hot shot gat from a north end guinea (What do you know?)

Ante up with your ass cause you ain’t got a penny (What do you know?)

Droppin’ bombs from above. Cut ya all down to size (What do you know?)

‘Cause they’re hip to the bull and they’re hip to the lies. (What do you know?)

 

Yeah, the streets rose in two perfect waves in the night (What do you know?)

Crashes on my left and one on my right. (What do you know?)

It’s all fire and brimstone baby, so let’s go outside. (What do you know?)

It’s all fire and brimstone, baby. I got my brand new pistol, baby. (What do you know?)

 

Bought a hot shot gat from a north end guinea (What do you know?)

Ante up with your ass cause you ain’t got a penny (What do you know?)

Droppin’ bombs from above cut ya all down to size (What do you know?)

Cause they’re hip to the bull and they’re hip to the lies

And they’re hip to the lies

 

Our turn to decide who lives and who dies.

Now wise to the lies. It’s time to get up.

Our turn to decide who lives and who dies

Whatcha’ know about the ways on the underside? (What do you know?)

 

Our turn to decide who lives and who dies.

Now wise to the lies. It’s time to get up.

 

What do you know?

The Humbling River

Nature, nurture heaven and home.

Sum of all, and by them, driven to conquer every mountain shown.

But I’ve never crossed the river.

 

Braved the forests, braved the stone, braved the icy winds and fire.

Braved and beat them on my own.

Yet I’m helpless by the river.

 

Angel, angel, what have I done?

I’ve faced the quakes, the wind, the fire.

I’ve conquered country, crown, and throne.

Why can’t I cross this river?

 

Pay no mind to the battles you’ve won.

It’ll take a lot more than rage and muscle.

Open your heart and hands, my son or you’ll never make it over the river.”

 

It’ll take a lot more than words and guns.

A whole lot more than riches and muscle

The hands of the many must join as one

And together we’ll cross the river.”

 

(Nature, nurture heaven and home)

It’ll take a lot more than words and guns

(Sum of all, and by them, driven)

A whole lot more than riches and muscle

(To conquer every mountain shown)

The hands of the many must join as one

And together we’ll cross the river

 

(Braved the forests, braved the stone)

It’ll take a lot more than words and guns

(Braved the icy winds and fire)

A whole lot more than riches and muscle

(Braved and beat them on my own)

The hands of the many must join as one

And together we’ll cross the river.

Potions

Someone sang your name today and a stranger saw me crumble.

Hauled my broken heart and shell away, beggin’, bury me beside you.

 

The devil popped around today sellin’ promises and potions

that could take a memory away.

Help forget I’d ever met you.

 

Tell me can’t you please kindly take away the misery?

Give me a baker’s dozen, please.

Wrap me up to go away.

 

But I want you, I need to forget you.

Don’t want to, but I need to let you go.

 

The devil bent my ear today about his magical elixirs

That would make the sorrow go away.

Help me forget I’d ever met you.

 

Give me a baker’s dozen, please.

Wrap me up to go away.

 

I want to, I need to forget you.

Don’t want to, but I need to let you go.

Polar Bear

I see you chippin’ away again (on) your own icicle island.

 

Haulin’ alone the lies and the bones.

Hopin’ to fade and Disappear into the white.

A polar bear.

 

A moat of icy water.

No end in sight, save your own.

I know that look.

(it’s) A fear I’m well aware.

No need to brave it all alone.

I’ll be there.

I’ll be there.

 

I see you chippin’ away again

Your own icicle island

I know that look

(it’s) A fear I’m well aware.

No need to brave it all alone.

I’ll be there.

I’ll be there

 

Hopin’ to fade and disappear into the white.

A polar…

Sour Grapes

Hallelujah.
And the angel of the lord led me into the belly of the holy mother.
A chamber black as pitch. but I felt no fear, only comfort,
For I was as a child in the womb. And she bade me, “Peer through yonder portal.” Which looked upon the heavens, and behold! a morning angel.
She ascended slowly from far beyond the horizon,
Her light like a heavenly finger pointing the way.
And on yonder wall she traced for me a path which led me five directions, eight winters to each. And behold! As my feet landed firmly upon the final winter of the second score, there appeared before me a heavenly star. A holy virgin, the bringer of life and breath. And she spoke unto me saying,

“Fear not the movement of the heavens above or the earth below .
For change is what we are, my child.
Righteous are those who look up and sway with the wind,
Who look down and dance with the shifting of the soil,
Who swim with the movement of the tides,
Who seek the truth around them and discover that we are, and have always been in paradise. The reflections of heaven on earth.”
Amen!

And she spoke again saying “Know, my child, that there is no devil seekin’
To corrupt the hearts to men. No evil, save blind faith, ignorance, And the desire for the unprepared to blame others for the devastation left in the wake of change.
Change, my child. Change is in the heavens. Change is on this earth.
Change is all around us.”

And if we are reflections of the divine, we must roll with these changes,
For we ARE these changes. Eyes wide open, we must look upon the heavens as a mirror. wide awake, aware, deeply breathing.

“And when the shit comes down, my child, you will be there, a true and holy survivor to inherit the kingdom of God. You will rise above the grumbles of the unprepared to greet the new day, to drink from the sweet fruit of the vine, the water of life, the blood of the risen Christ, my child.
Jehovah, Yahweh.
Go now, son. Tell them all. The ignorant, the blinded by dogma, blinded by faith, the doubters, the nay sayers.
Tell them all, child, they cannot see the kingdom of God. They cannot see paradise unfold before them. They cannot drink from the chalice which holds the blood of Christ, the water of Life, until they get right with Jesus.
It’s always gonna be Sour grapes with you, boy, until you get right with Jesus.” Amen!

Queen B

This lady got the thickness.
Can I get a witness?
This lovely lady got the thickness.
Can I get a “Hell, yeah”?

Grab them saddle bags and toss ’em over me.
Let’s ride on.

This lady got the thickness.
Can I get a witness?
This lovely lady got the thickness.
Can I get a “Hell, yeah”?

Booty better thick-a-licious.
Shake it like she’s fearless.
This lovely lady got the thickness.
Can I get a “Hell, yeah”?

This lady got the thickness.
Can I get a witness?
This lovely lady got the thickness.
Can I get a “Hell, yeah”?

Grab them saddle bags and toss ’em over me.
This Betty booty got the thickness.
Can I get a “Hell, yeah”?

Lighten Up Francis

Mamasan is headin’ to town to swing her booty around,
Shake it all up and down.
It’s time to lighten it up.

Mamasan is headin’ to town to booty bump to the sound.
No more nose to the ground.
It’s time to lighten it up

It’s time to lighten it up.
Time to get out of your head and get back in your booty

Time to knock the train off the rails, feel the breeze up her sails.
She done her hair and her nails.
It’s time to lighten it up

Time to knock the train off the rails.
No more sweatin’ details. No more buckets and pails.
It’s time to lighten it up.

Mamasan says, “always” or “never,”
These words no longer have a hold here.

It’s time to lighten it up.
Time to get out of your head and get back in your booty.

Mamasan says, “always” “never.”
These words no longer have a home here.

She’s got the stealth and prowess of the panther, Rickson Gracie.
Watch her glide across a crowded floor like Fred and Grace.

It’s time to lighten it up.
Time to get out of your head and get back in your booty.
It’s time to lighten it up.

Vagina Mine

out (to) run a train at the railway station
shot gun betty stop me dead in my shoes.

out (to) run a train at the railway station
shot gun betty stop me dead in my shoes.

cock n lock down she said “learn the damn alphabet.”
“I comes before U. Git ta payin your dues.”

head down to the tunnel diggin on miss puscifer
tongue roll call cadence, hear the school bell ring
this vagina mine teach a patient diligence
keep a chain gang swinging, make a cat bird sing.
Down this vagina mine.

head down to the tunnel diggin on miss puscifer
tongue roll call cadence, hear the school bell ring
this vagina mine teach a patient diligence
keep a chain gang swinging, make a cat bird sing.
This vagina mine one track tunnel vision down This vagina mine…

Trekka

I don’t know but it’s been said you do or don’t and then you’re dead.
So climb away. Get higher, son. Never straight, Just move ahead.

Never one to hog the grass, sniff the dope then act an ass.
I’m just a soldier marching to the Golden rule of Puff and Pass.

So pardon me, I’m rubbered up, if I go speaking outta class.
I’m just a grunt who’s grooving to the golden rule of puff and pass.

I don’t know but it’s been said you do or don’t and then you’re dead.
So climb I will, or crawl or run, never straight, just move ahead.

I don’t know but it’s been said we’ll rest forever when we’re dead.

We’ll rest forever when we’re dead.

Momma Sed

Wake up son of mine.
Momma’s got somthin’ to tell you.

Changes come.
Life will have it’s way with your pride, son.
Take it like a man.

So hang on son on mine.
A storm is blowin up your horizon.

Changes come.
Keep your dignity.
Take the high road.
Take it like a man.

So listen up son of mine.
Momma’s got somethin’ to tell you…
All about
Growin pains.
Life will pound away
Where the light don’t shine, son
Take it like a man.

So suck it up son on mine.
Thunder’s blowin up your horizon.

Changes come. (changes come)
Keep your dignity.
Take the high road.
Take it like a man.
Momma Sed Like the rain. (this too shall pass)
Like a kidney stone.(this too shall pass)
Its just a broken heart, son. This pain will pass away.

Indigo Children V1

EMP from the mother and son
Tore the digital down.
Dawn now the age of the innocent ones.
The Indigo Children

Analog time piece, sky wide
Synched to the ticker inside
Move with the rhythm of the moon and tide.
The Indigo Children

Sirius, Venus and the lunar child
Giggle and the flames grow higher.
Dance in a circle round a central fire.
The Indigo Children

Wine, song, food, and fire.
Clothes, shelter, and seed.
No more need for the old empire
(When the) indigo children (come.)

Drunk With Power

lampin like i’m camping bumpin fitty with a forty
whatcher 20, honey. poppas all alone.
Empty hizzy leff me dizzy. I’m a pirate lost his booty
I’m a pimp without a dog without a bone.

where all ma honey gone? pooh bear be crying.
some oreo cracker song. wiggabe tryin to get his queen ta come on home.

So Pardon all the cheesy, wigga pimp is feelin crazy
Daisy dukes my kryptonite. I’m fumbling.
My pimpin hand gone limp & i’m a trippin plain and simple.
all the po po, wolves & dogs are closin in.

where all ma honey gone? pooh bear be crying.
some oreo cracker song. wiggabe tryin to get his queen ta come on home.

Now I know i ain’t no playa, heavy hitter, or a spitter.
Those legit can go ahead and giggle on. (cuz mos def)
I ain’t no cracka quitter, gonna do my best to get her back daddy.
Honey, bring yo sweet ass on.

where all ma honey gone? pooh bear be crying.
some oreo cracker song. wiggabe tryin to get his queen ta come on home.

DoZo

Creep around the back door sneak a little peek a loo
Thumb on the bum middle finger in the ringu
Rubber neck round watch me watch you gonna
Tap, Tippy, tap on the Money button till you hum

Front leaning rest big poppa bout facial
show you the difference ‘tween my gun and my pistol
Tugging on the dinner bell rope ding a ling dong
Big moon smile after while it’s a sing along…
JESUS!!

Dinner bell ding a ling dong. Come and get it.
Better eat it up quick or the bitch is gonna get it.

Front leaning rest big poppa bout facial
show you the difference ‘tween my gun and my pistol

Front leaning rest big poppa bout facial
show you the difference ‘tween my gun and my pistol

show you the difference ‘tween my gun and my pistol

The Undertaker

You were way out of line.
Went and turned it all around on me again.
How can I not smell your lie through the smoke and arrogance?

But now I know.
So you will not get away with it again.
I’m pissin in those hollow eyes for I have reached my end.

Thank you for makin’ me feel like I’m guilty
Makin’ it easy to murder your sweet memory.

Before I go tell me
Were you ever who you claimed yourself to be?
Either way I must say goodbye.
You are dead to me.

Thank you for makin’ me feel like I’m guilty
Makin’ it easy to murder your sweet memory.
I’m severin’ the heart line. I’m
I’m leavin’ your corpse behind.
Not dead, but soon to be, though I’m not gonna be the one that kills you.

I’m gonna leave that up to you.
I’m gonna be the one to say I told you so.

Revelation 22 20

Don’t be aroused, by my confession
lessen you just don’t give a Shit about redemption
I know Christ is comin’, cuz so am I
And you would too if Hildy’s Cleavage caught your eye

She’ll suck you dry
But still you’ll cry, to be back on her boobies.
She’ll make you weep,
And moan and cry, to tug on her boobies.

(Pray) Til I go blind (Pray) Cause nobody ever survives
Prayin’ it stays cold so I can stare a little better
Saviors and saints, devils and heathens alike, She’ll eat you alive

Jesus is risen, it’s no surprise
Even he would martyr his mama to ride to hell between those thighs
The pressure is building, at the base of my spine
If I gotta sin to see her again then I’m gonna lie and lie and lie

She’ll make you cry
“I’ll sell my soul, to be back in your bosom
Gladly now please suck me dry”
And still you’ll cry, to be back in her bosom To do it again

(Pray) Til I go blind (Pray) Cause nobody ever survives
Prayin’ to stay in her arms just until I can die a little longer
Saviors and saints, devils and heathens alike, She’ll eat you alive

My pulse has been rising
My temples are pounding
The pressure is so overwhelming and building
So steady there, Freddy, I’m ready to blow
What is she what is she what is she waiting for?

(Pray) Pray til I go blind (Pray) Pray cause no one ever survives
Prayin’ to stay in her arms just to die longer
Saviors and saints, devils and heathens alike,
She’ll eat you alive