sting song

theres a comfort in pen names


that you made them...they didnt make you


mostly


its easy to get lost


...Son of a bitch!..


is it ever..


the suburbs are cut throat in the otts...people'll slice your fucking neck off


subconcience reality takes hold...


everyones family and an alpha dominator


SORTA :/?


everyones an infant too..a technological renissance for the old and new


proof that humans can continue


even if we are helped by extra terrestrials


or by the secret of the ooze.


I keep being told im leonardo


but im donatello


or michaelangelo


I never butt heads with raphel.


I accept him for how he handles his own agenda


how his perception veiws me is circle takes the square


giving up is a realitive term


here in y2ks cross hair


nothing happened because they waited a year.


remember september eleventh, as england remembers november 5th


feared and full of outrage in a controled temperment


as thomas jefferson once said:


"Hemp is of first necessity to the wealth & protection of the country."


oops..


"The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants."


and excuse me for refreshing the masses that history is our greatest assest


ASSes


Damnit,I'll take your lords name in vain


because he comes with a price tag and a brand name


I am the son of a con man who preached a good fight


to the pope


& the methodist congregations of north texas


but they stole his FUCKING soul


and I'll cuss and watch porn while drinking the grapes I procured in crushed in wine form


how can you not respect Jupiter,Saturn...The Moon


how could you say theres nothing to do with the sun sits above you


how could you say theres no one to love you while people are crushed by your movements


actions


stick,move,stick,move


we dance this life as a prize fighter in a battle weve already won


my only regret is I didnt live in the light longer


I was stronger when the world was doomed...my head was in perscription form


Now I gave my soul to the winds of paintbrushs and keyboard strokes


hugs from people who will legitemently miss you more and more as the story goes on


and your on a farm in southern organ with leah bodenhammer


singing songs


or emailing eduardo jones the first copy of the book youve only read to your father


mother & brother


and him telling you: 'Word."


To funding the beat as this heart grows and our goals become obtaineable in what may have been snow


but summer comes on strong


and it may never end...thanks to global warming...or some shit


disregard assasenation attempts...an eye for an eye kids...remember it


never let anyone tell you no


because now is knowing


and never eat pizza off a carpet...regardless of toppings...or monitary goals


These arent commands,my word,this is LOGICAL


pen names transform too


earlier today I was DR.DOOM


plotting the assasination attempt on my charecter with forbiden wisdom


manifesting hurt in ones mine can be just as physically damaging


I sat over my notebook and held in a cry that is bubbling up inside of me and may choke me completly of speech


but im free


the universe works for me...you...the people I hold dearest to me...the people you hold dearest to you


like rachel.


my cousin of 21 years,seperated only by 6 days in birth


I swear humans I cant make this stuff up.


our lives paralleled until her father,my uncle,has an anuerisum as we were in first grade catholic school and detention


I lived with my principal because my teacher dispised me


her brother an ex priest like my father...the displeasement is verbalized on my 1996 Our Lady of Victory. year book


I can prove that shit.


Sister berneice was as old as my tiny mind could conceive...she felt the situation...she was an energy reader...


we took walks threw the grave yard...exploring the well and the ruins of the old church and nunery


the scene,to paint a picture,was stone grey and neon forest green


early twentieth century bricks held graffiti...marvelous...in the "hard part" of Ft.Worth..


edgecliff village: where racisim is home.


Paralleled in my minds eye is the time I treked all of charlotesville with vera-anne chelsea,a beautiful island girl with one of the most intresting minds and man by her side that ive met to this day (keep it weird charlie)..anyway...


we hiked to common areas drinking whiskey and drawing WU tang symbols with sidewalk chalk on their wall for doing that very thing


old jake was with us,a nine year old pooch who is big as beethovan was in that one movie...anyway...


across the rusty train tracks,with trick boards for you to fall and slip in to the swift river that has debrie a drift


a few hundred yards and we hop the track


over onto the ruins of a wall in the form of a concrete slab


we wander down to the factory (which john later explained was a union uniform sewing company)


we had discussed earlier we needed to climb things


the ruins of the smoke stack held modern cave drawings littered by cans of aerosal


black,green,grey.RAINBOW took the pain away.


It made sense why we didnt say anything,it was the same scene as sister berniece


that same era cold ness.and sensory memory of bodies who had laid down their lives in refrence too


our smiles kept us safe as we read memorials to the men who had died on those rail ways


we sat by the water till we built courage to scale walls


falls were present in mind but not on the list of things to do


the sun splattered our clothes and our muddy shoes


we both wore sun glasses and our favorite clothes that afternoon.


we too worked our thoughts threw the grave yard: mine of abandonment...hers of being to nice...with nothing to prove


reenactments of night of the living dead did ensue


"there coming for you margret"


we made grilled cheese and french fries...watched anime


it felt nice to be in love and not have to touch to prove it...william seward bonnie needs a family more than I do...


hes


lost


confused


doomed..


according to those who rarely hear from him these days


they wonder why he isnt at his moms house playing video games going to steak and shake...


Regardless,


I still have to do as splinter says...operate as shreddar would.


Manipulation of time and space is easier than the manual said


its 2011


"Zed's Dead,baby."


We can get the blue berry pancakes another day...





NAMASTE