I role with my motto,
execute bravados
stick to these guns like a self promotin mono
tone
deaf,
intellegence in retrospect was highly...suspect...
infect,
call me collassaul,
bettr yet stossel
im diggin up fossels as if this was the gospel
im accepting apostles,
lofticries and bonfires
shocktop as we rock back and forth out on the bayou
Im manifesting a doctrine
flock to the window
peer into souls
find my hand
and hold on
love...take my words and bury your nose in the
war drum
that is my heart.

BANTER CAPTAIN

I day dream pretty women out in C I N C Y

while sailing/

inbetween sentencingssss...

I chase C.R.E.A.M.like I was only drivin saleen(z)

talk about failing,

Im so rich you can taste me...

fuck your reply,

here is my statement:

mind over maitenence

love over bank statements.

couchs,condos & shacks was what I was raised in,

a toast to all these days spent waitin..

/UM

/YOOOOOOOOOOOOO

...I can tell you what the buissness is,

better yet I can limit it...

I been countin divedends

spinnin them like synonyms

in and out of sentences

killen em relentless..

shit...

can you tell me what a good artist izzz..or better yet how you figure it...

I been getting grimey-ist

rhyming,with my timing split

impecably reenacting all these past poets rhetoriccc


flowin with the currents still..so much so it gives me chillllls



on and off coasts,like he must be a fuckin ghost...shout out to the souls with hearts full of smoke

dopes

GUTTA GUPPA

low and behold
these demons are my own
loan me another dose...just one more

get from round here!...or shut the door..
you going down with me?

theres room for one more.

...

These demons are ours!

THANK GOD!

lets hop in the car,drive down the street..next week,its not the same anymore...
go nextdoor...spend a year below the floor...run the scene
gloat,shine...grow...its getting boring...lets go,lets go,lets go.
down the interstate,new faces,same vices,smiles for these BETTER FRIENDS,longer nights...lets blow,lets blow. let it snow,let it snow...get that boy in here,hes friends with her,you know the white girl.SPEED IT UP,slow it down...I was reborn...

lets fuck,

take off your clothes...or I mean I love you (?) lets...well yeah take the words and go

let me know,cause Im not sure...I wasnt really aware of love,but I like your warmth,I like your soul,I like the colors in your eyes,and the way you smile...I also like her,

those curves

crushcrushcrush, cut up the lines,piles file into my mind,wild desires pour out of my crooked smike,snort,cough.snort. rolled up bills I stole...back to the drawing board...back to the store,more condoms...theres never enough contraceptive anymore...its hard to trust the people your not sure how you met,or what their intentions are...

far from the mountainside,front range counter thoughts...I had known from the begining itd have to begin where it started. Snowy steps that spoke to millions of thoughts...at last Im aware,

and clear of heart.

ill be mile high by morning

I have a gorilla on my back

let it sink threw your sockets and ear drums

a comfort slave of modern times

realize you are the peice that defines

this is our time.


it is the year of our lord;
and there are herds.

seperate gospels will be heard.
yet
I would not let them define my words,
or derive from my course,
of course it was easier said then thought
especially when the fourth wall was abolished
and the cities were an afterthought.
we paced frivilously threw foliage drenched in brain storms

gone are the lost years Ive come to see were also my own

now I pace with an open bottle of pinot grigio
alone for the moment.
cascade of colors and Im drenched in the undettones of your beautiful
fractured skull
but these open mouths havent said a word.
it seems we've been blessed by correct guessestements
affected by the measures
taken by those who underestimate

time to rise up,

for the begining is blooming

intamite

and over due

screw the picket lines...the real change lies in you

in US

we are the LOVE in REVOLUTION

evolve!

create

Thwacked out/
into passed out.
open mouthed spittin out nouns,
pretending to be a cash cow...
real life class clown,
poundin down valium like rainbow trout
howlin' on the ground
plowing threw open houses during non-buisness hours...
flowers passed around during meteor showers,
pow-wowin
speaking like its a super power...every stanza has prowess
I sip from the bottomless chalice of wisdom...figure I should try to get every sip in
seein the times achangin'
catching all the lovely brainwaves...
feelin sorry for these kids obsessin
over brand names that define them best
or people they wish they could have been...
even worse for the ones who need drugs to feel at their better than they have been
but shit I can feel em...
no ones perfect...
especially this one.
at night,
my eyeballs strike like one million bolts of lightning
some how efficently describing my like minded findings on triumph
but thats all.

Im feeling like a lucky man

Im still breathing,under the radar...every day above grounds a good day

and I mean that it two ways

stay up or get dead

base

...and start west...
the snow is pearl white and majestic,
binding the mornings cander in frost under the neon blue stars glow
out from under
I lay silently,quietly...the boys are still out cold.
we're all heavily medicated on high doses of whatever these heads NEED at the moment,
US guests never leave..itd be hopeless anyway...no place to go...
were in the same clothes from days before because these couches are our homes.
they say we cant afford to give up...
I smell like cigarettes and throw up,
sativa and body oder
Iam about to go normandy on these bloakes
Im spitting up blood in the morning without a single thought of concern
kicking butts off the curb...into the puddles...
we roast the fire wood we had procured,calmly it crackles and glows..no music nor televison on...but our eyes seve us well
and the room morphs
&
melts
I crush up the amphedamines,
split lines into fours
while I day dream about pretty women and detours of my soul
simotaneiously warming up knives on the burner of this dirty apartment
lost in this microcausum
call it the mile high slums/
we are the apacolypse.
the house starts to move,the kids are awake,
we pray the substances our brains they take
benzos until our wakes,we claim,smoking opium for seven hours straight
only breaks is for marlbro 27s and brain waves
and were back to the couch like slaves.
days of pain rush away,
oh but not from the brain,
no it THINKS AND THINKS
so we brave the streets,for liquor and burger king
and every day becomes a blind date with the unseen
seven miles walked with no food on your plate,now thats lame,especially when you legally cant leave the state
...shit,back to the basement.

HOOP

Im growing weary of this destitution/
the only resolution is ceartinly no solution.
truth is im swooning to this recooped restitution,
but this time theres no roofies to get me threw the mornings and afternoons...
foolish but regrouped.
I started heaving out frantic sentences relentlessly.
it hinted to my well being and poor taste during autopsys
moving
to say the least...it was the least we could do.
loosely regrouping in diffrent latitudes ,I hoped of procreating some sort of movement
constiently reinstating to my drinking buddies that Im going sober with no hesitation.
education
jubilation or even proper dedication to what it all means in the grand scheme of things.

edgy,

witty,

thought provoking and trippy

shout out to the editors for pointing out my failures so lavishly

"filthy!"
I hinted sarcastically as I redefined blasphemy with ink
plz
dont even blink'
these are moralless high seas we rolled so hard on
planting seeds we see deceive
well being for sexy features and collages of true believers.
loathing of the calamity and the road rules omage to street sweeping
which goes on prohibited by those in badges and bandanas
RESTOUTION IN PEICES
only problem is THE unknown,so good deeds go unnoticed
catastrophey for the ego
call it the artist blues


go on. keep moving.

it is ceartinly a sign of what to dos