on transit to dubforms

Back stab the sticker
on the cripple when he's little
lesser stature than the spittle
lingerin off the da mantle upper
lip bottom drawer broken hip
its the busted bones that keep
him simple voice is hoarse
short slip fell don't need to speak
but i can tell he's the kind that likes
the whores that shriek with
the dank ass afterglow and
a pigs purse of product to
sell im talkin 90,000 watts watts watts
of pure poison bring your boys
in cant get enough nough nough
of where the hammer cracks
in where the jets land influx
shucks momma such a sucker
that daddy never said he
loved you enough that rough
son but keep it to yourself
we dark yea but we dont need
your guff cuz while youre gettin
drunk as fuck half cut maybe
even enjoy sayin youre a slut
we out here in the dark and
lazers actually tryin to create somethin


lol yea just dickin around
T minus 1.5 hours til the bass encompasses


my base and heart chakra are a
trobbing gate pulling
apart at the hinges holding
sly crowns at bay all
the travel does is ferment
explosions predestined swayze
our apocalypse is
brooding and
it will move through
every single one of us
now let the bass play

Smashing Sitars

for 'tasha

Swimmin' in a hint of tea & green & nicotine
can't seem to get a wink in dis scene
surprised to see at all wit da lights off
breathin' heavy but a what I no stress
still forty hours after da bless/ed sun sets
where'da ya set my glasses where yo pants
different corner every time I hit da switch
appendages stretch muscles to full extent
braille body movements
no'ne choreographed da no sight
not even close to loud enough dance
SO SWING girl
lemme hear the music your heart makes
SO TWIRL a dervishin' dust storm
no foundation lefts loft unshaken
t'ings are getting certainly uncertain
why we undictate the means an' the ends
lover's amends
& that's of what we came to make 'em
whatever it is we want in the moment
it's mine it's yours it's ours
we're free to manipulate it
turn da taj mahal into our smoke pit
dance floor / dream more / smashing sitars
we gots a back room packed wit' a thousand more
'come fire wood keepin' us warm under the stars
drive far / don't stop never girl gonna ever look back
don't pick the scabs
don't 'member the scars just grab your deck
let's make like shadows
let's make a mess let's wreck this city let's leave a mark
a spark where da devious wind blows
boozin' schoonin' bustin' out the shop windows
so when the critics & the poets look back at photos
of the riots / the news reels and the headlines flash
they'll reference us by alibis and say they knew us when...

Level Lunatic

In a city of clouds
I can't do the moon light
I do the luna loop 5 - 9
to keep my game tight
in a city of sounds
I tame the hounds
scourging for the headstones
to take off with epitaphs
litterin' my skeletons homes
but I need the fear
subtle in my dank grounds
to fight off my own fright
why I slay demons with my light
drop those animals hard
put 'em to sleep with soft hands
lay their marred bodies down
I learn I must settle my palms
in the mounds of whats wrong
if I'm to discover the color
the beautiful rhymes
holy moments in time
inside myself I find what is right

box car bodies in the moon light
I find it funny
how I don't find it too hard
long as I keep my mind on the love
off'a da bright lights / the dope / the money
still evil exists / slits sinched wrists kills in a pinch
so I stay ear to the ground and don't get too cocky
whats all this carriaging married to mis

mockery
what's this ravenous monkey
scavenging for whats best of me
tryin' to sneak off with my lucky
red eyed and hungry
don't feed the animals
or give 'em reason to throw shit
even piss drunk and slovenly
I empty enemies eye sockets
slangin' bananas and positivity
lyrics like machine gun fire
the skull splits
spits slick still I don't slip
livin' on the clean iceberg
meditate lotus perched on tip
reach for the sun and oneness
when I close my eyes / lick the nip
the cresting wind flows freely enough
the universe provides the right words
and I am left with a moment
uploaded knowing of how to
bend the light the darkness
bend the shadows and own it

box car bodies in the moon light
I find it funny
how I don't find it too hard
long as I keep my mind on the love
off'a da bright lights / the dope / the money
still evil exists / kills in a pinch
so I stay ear to the ground and don't get too cocky

father fiend

and you tell me ya aint got much left
save for the short end of a dime bag
and by the way you're scratching at it
I can tell you're fiendin for it just as badly as I am
but hey
ya know what?
the reasons why we're both so intensely eying that small bag
I know ain't the same
cuz I know it's the crack that's gotten the best of you
and you just want something to slow it down
maybe this time let ya feel the pain
cuz yea it may hurt
but at least that's something...

and lucky for me
I'm just a 23 year old
trippin' on LSD
in a city full of humans
right now unknowingly
wearing their souls on their sleeves
so much ugliness sometimes
i cant believe that, that,
that aint me.
its just lucky for me
my people have nicknamed me Lucky
Blessed be mother fuckers
heh...yea
please believe blessed be.

Def Ties

New york
viscous contort
dub dart delirium
infinite duration
synonym for satisfaction
opposite ruling of expectations
we got none
but a lot of will
regardless of the shillings
ying
yam fries
deep rise
how high
I remember what it's like to want to die
but I no longer remember how to
contrived
nothing is contrived
along in the vein line with you
orca blue the violet hue
the violent move
though slow
deliberate
deliberated and true
obviously
for we schoon
through the mind line
for you know how we do
what some call the pipeline
not under ground as once defined
for we define ourselves
opacity of wise hind sight
waves hot shelves / sternums twist
in the wind along the back walls
but my cartilage is in for the win
strong back and fins that flicker like
police sirens the opening of chakras
hand grenades and green tea orgasms
let me in's / people are vitamins
twelve thousand and one directions
one hundred thousand injections
one for every mile of blood runnin' through me
point three for every life that has touched me
and one hundred percent for every fleck
of light that has reached through the
shadows plucked my chest open and
sung lessons into my soul that taught
me how to kick start my heart again
jump far and imprint my mark again
revert and born from to combat the dirt again
fight along side my sly smirk again
and let me kick start it's romping heart again
let me in and I'll be friends with me myself and I again
high again I be somewhere where I can't seem to stop again
stop again sta st stop sta stop again
somewhere where I cant seem to stop again
so I paint a reality for myself of
a somewhere where I can start again
so drop me in the dead center ring
don't give me any time to think
just room to spin
spill the ink where we'll begin
there is no such thing as sin
only the right here / right now
every second a holy moment in time
strung together with the deffest of ties
I hanker 9 lives far from the side lines
flying under fastest skies / a million
zeppelin blessings from the most high
do not limitate we levitate stratify
instigate engage exhume confide
say baby at least I got one thing right
and yea you know I've always been a sucker
dun cha belittle dun cha
deny dun cha berate dun cha lie
yea I have always been a sucker
I'm a always been a such a sucka for a girl with dark eyes

Where The Jeans Weren't

we opened a door a piece inside the same moment

crushing dry wall
knobs meet in the center
brass bends under flagrance
flown to the rafters
fuck it / the dust sleeps

we wore headphones blaring opposite beats
timbre not the opposition
wolves lapping the backs of our teeth

mesh prints scatter the bottoms of our feet
horizontal
our thesi pass and we are the same
contrast
outside thunk
the tones daft

the back of my knees quiver
I feel the muscles tighten in my ass


the morning after we will invent the revolving door

I need you to break my heart.

Trucks

where are you now?



are you seething through the pores like the paint squeeze?
are you haughty as the whores on broke knees?
are you purple with the winds
blue lips can still pucker with the rain freeze?
you say you always knew the un-necessities
please woman
I don't believe
I've follow these kinda steeze to term before
through the scourge / the bed sheets before
heard you spatter me
once the lips open flatter me
scattered leaves / I'm reiki
raking ideologies / whats the matter score?
where the ships hinges? the hips? trap door?
the bustle the holler whats the doctor askin for?
I'm pacing in the lobby wheres the mother?
I gots a child scared in me but shes MIA
my daughter / lovely you say
please woman
i hunkered down to ease the creation
the education is necessary
and she be everything she need to be
with you without you
alongside but not within me
my daughter / lovely you say

please woman
I don't believe

potential backpiece

Mind Your Matter...

CUZ when the shades come down

that's when the fires go out

and you can't see me

hood up I steam through streets
just as quickly as I need
faint like a crook / slippin' freely
I am not even a piece
just the hot air surrounding
a swift breeze 'cross your nape
you turn to look
a second too late

well that's the hijacking
the unarmed robbery

in the exposed corn
ers touched by day light
sly cats become shadows

strawberry fields / squalor

strawberry fields / squalor collab
done by Rogue & I
spraypaint, paintmarkers, ash of a dozen sticks of incense
(alas scanners dot no justife)

Blessed BE

as the sun sets collab with Stu.
spraypaint, paint markers, sharpies.

Seaside Pwned

tackerdly
dasterdly
name scam random friendlies
fake vocations so nod
vaccine nackered
hatchered
sappy
though not the frantics set blastedly
blessings
from most high ya know I die I lived my
so other way what that which is mine
I hanker far from the side lines I'm
in the mind line pipe line flying fast skies
do not limitate we levitate stratify exhume
ENGAGE confide SAY BABY AT
LEAST I got ONE thing right

Because this is a temple

(A Broken Arms wip. written early '07. i really dig whats here but i have no intentions of ever finishing it.)


Because this is a temple where we take off our shoes before we enter at the foot of gods with hands all on fire so many perpendicular palms have never before personified what it is to experience true brooding human desire because this is a temple where we dance to the bare footed bass lines that have never tired different frequencies within us become heavy heart driven drones building beautiful faculties between us could you be the one to come four footed and vicious to me carving like with mahogany wolves smoke hazical in the dim purple light we absorb outside the morning dew lifting from the grass we look up in between the air we will share my mouth against yours the breath we breathe in circumference of one another will forever last puff puff puff pass it is raining from the ground to the sky your finger tips curtain across my sides sparks reside of you now in my temple my mind i am inside of you as i am your synapses seem so easy to find atoms collide waterfalls flood the halls we are parted from the floor learners taught to dissolve...

money (im glad syd's dead)

I love working a cash register.

hand to
pocket to
wallet to
bill to
hand to hand to
drawer opening
the bill goes in
collection of change
drawer closes to
change changing hands once again

when you get into a rhythm the perfect cadence and music created by the exchange of money sounds so beautiful i smile like a purewhitelight jackass every time.

The Steel & The Caballus

If you were a gun
I'd grip you like bullet casings shadows to the floor
I'd melt into you like the matte black steel reflects no light but disappears as easily as the hand in front of my face when you lead me by fingertips into the crawl space and slowly shut the door
and
I'll be the hand prints
the short stints the black light sparks lit
your full lips cover the bruises of clenched knuckles on hot hips
sightless critics / movement addicts / bass blasted excuses to churn into oceans of explosions deemed passions teemed rotoscoped visions / our vocation / like how the thin scars remind me of fresh lacerations / and if the scars weren't with me I'd get 'em tattooed like sleeves / deranged laughter and fits my throat you bit you can see the proof / in the residual redness the post sanctioned breathlessness
the divots

I admit my muscle memory is immaculate and relentless
and when I bathe under the true blue new moon light
I am physically reliving every single moment of it
I thank god that it all moves in slower motions through my dreams
repainting every pigment of those senses blended into a canvas
of criminal acts ravenous / how ever soft spoken / hungry / however lock jawed cavernous and choken / built ourselves into an each other owned monument / unforgettable brackish fantastic / whisping shapes and forms of intangible becomes adaptable
a catalyst
a crime between me and you when we're all alone
a rain of coalescence that happens in flashes

in post production we'll carve it in stone to commemorate the moment / then put it under ground before anyone knows / to prove that we own it / that we understand the birthplace of matches is the proper space to raise / the planes where we can levitate our vessels and reiterate our onus
a crime between me and you when we're all alone
given and stolen
a thieves throne we rode unseen as potions / administered as
slight of hand tastelessly potent / thieves and rebels and rogues
stock our stoked cloaks with stacked kits and stolen gold
ancient gypsy souls / weapons and venoms and lock picks
we cut all the safety nets / stole back our secrets
like confiscated car crashes and permeating bayonets
we stuck ourselves on purpose and let ourselves drift
into the left lane with distractions and intention
when our floored move is on we don't resist
only exist as resonance in the hooks suspension
no second looks shook stillness in our ascension
ascension ascending / containment not so / nor ending

nor
for in that space
we were fucking lightning bolts photographed phonetically
naturally occurring phenomena theoretical as physics
debated as peripheral images captured of spirits

we were words of nothing that needed to be said because
anything necessary was already present / ambient and weightless
the only words we carried were in the form of rhythm and poetry
star struck and wide eyed we were just enamored by the rhymes we spoke / inside / alongside the adjusted eyes of dim light
our words seemed deadly
and when the outside havoc
was dissipated and sporadic
we drew our blades
and slew each other
we grin visible in only half glances
shadows and moon slivers
spattered sideways
capoeira stanzas
and low stances
dances with footblades
the dark night / heat haze
eyelids closed from whence dreams made

we both knew that the 9mms were assembled
always clean well oiled and ready to rumble
but save for a gasp cut short and that
of a heaving bodies natural contort
the blade of a sword is silent
in the afterglow we ache
like european gothic architecture
the anticipation of beauty and violence

eastcoastislandcreationdream

im swimming naked in the ocean off of the south east coast of quebec its snowing lightly but the water is warm and i am unaffected by it i stop swimming and begin to tread water i start yelling but nothings wrong im just yelling it is a calm yell more of a hollar cubes and rectangular prisms of ice ranging in side from that of a magazine to the size of vertical semi trailers begin rising to the surface the smaller book sized ice rose slowly some so much so that i could swim beneath the surface and watch the round edged ice blocks drift melodically to the surface the larger piece of ice would rise faster full blown icebergs would shoot to the surface with such force i would be tossed into the air and land back in the water unharmed as the pieces would rise i would push and float the pieces next to each other hundreds of massive icebergs and thousands and thousands of smaller bricks of ice slowly building puzzled together mountains and valleys and shores until i had constructed the entirety of the islands of the east coast of canada once an islands mass was completed in bricks of ice it would terraform sprouting grasses and trees and stones and forming the entirety of the island it was once all of the islands were constructed and terraformed to completion i held a massive party on them we partied til the motherfucking break of dawn...fuck yes.

Processing Light

Like with chemical bathes
risen in the dark room
grains that have latent image
sites will develop more rapidly

so as is the arrested revealing
amplification and feeding of the parts
of myself that I don't need anymore
and with every completed processing
exposed and developed documentation
I am ejecting the bones of the carcass
of the scavenge pecked and pawed upon under
the dust of the desert and dying trees of my soul
pick the scabs off my heart that have taught me to scorn
and every day purer
more bathed in sacred light than the very day on which I was born

a beautiful place in the country

(a Broken Arms foundry. iNCoMPLeTe. early '07)

the other day I accidentally bent my cock to the left while masturbating and it still hurts.
I haven't showered since and I hope the next time we pass you catch the faint scent of boys in the air (a teeming sensuality across your shoulders) the first girl I fell in love with did. She showed me jazz and that fingers curve the way they do because pianos are meant to be played with emotion that is interpretable because hips are made to be held. She showed me the blues and a glimpse of what that really meant. What memory means when personified.
The only memories I have of my parents together are of fake plastic trees cheap tinsel the one Christmas ornament that was left for only me to place.
That time hiding under my sesame street blanket on the couch on edge while they took turns throwing the corded telephone at each other wishing that I knew how to melt beneath the floral patterns and staples under a certain part of me.
At my great grandfathers farm when I was a child I slinked between forests of grass my body striped with rainbow resonance of smelly water soluble markers a foot soldiers determination on my palms placed tightly around stones I sprung from the earth clutching those that could not be stuffed into small pant pockets bare feet heel deep in the hills of hay I crested to find my mark my charlie beneath a bending aspen tree unaware and peacefully dreaming pieces of dreams that fell as I rose a menacing miniature scream shook its way from my bony chest through my thin arms to propel stone sent ammunition too weighty for me to any longer contain same as the tears that streamed down my pink face as I bludgeoned that poor animal stone after sinking stone until it's elder yelps grew distant and my great grandfathers dog was out of sight until I found myself alone the rising dust caking tear drops browning sun drying eyes the lack of and sudden realization of despised surprise
how at such an age of supposed innocence could I have such a thirst to test the limits of the boundaries that gave and took away the minutes
I remember doing it because I just wanted to know what it was like to brandish my tiny teeth and destroy something beautiful I did it because I could that was my first time thinking that I may have a friend in god but I have the devil inside of me
that dog died less than 6 months later and although I was only 7 years old then maybe I was 5 I felt at the farm that there was more ground to be walked on than before fewer limbs raising the dust on that day a single heart palpitation caused my immediate earth to grow four paws fold and on that note all I could have told you then was that a chip of the paint that protected me was gone that an ambient vulner had been pasted to my ability...

A Movement

(A Broken Arms foundry. written early '07.)

I could have cried just then in the recognition of movement
splayed out along the sidewalk on the way to timmys
headphones turned too loud tearing my bag wide open
by the gas station pumps on the side of the road
paper and pen
I spill the words like wind from my throat just then
danced on the words ground them hard into the pages
my heels caught the sharp edges of capitals and vowels
I could have cried just then in the cold and learning
my fingers emblazoned and howling
my hand along the light blue lines cascading
frost marks of india ink fingerprints on my cheeks
I've still got so much more to teach myself
and a hell of a lot more to learn
and what you don't know is that
I'm going to burn like sublimation
and never ever tire out
cut the lungs from the torrential
weather that we call inspiration
grasp the muscles of my victim
and never ever put it down
I've got a lot to teach myself and a lot to learn
dancing on the sharp edges of the words
I'm gonna bleed this motherfucker out
and

what you don't know
is that a severed arm span
is not conducive to my needs
I'll have broke my bones stretched
the skin from shoulder blade
to fingertip and back again
to obtain whatever means
what you don't know is that
I have a body tattooed and trembling
and that inside that body
is a soul that feeds wide mouthed
like an accident needing meaning
a soul that is sympathetically singing
bring on the collision one more time
let's do this thing just one more time
with feeling

what you don't know
is the less that I say
the more I have to speak
what they don't know
is the distance I can grow
the lengths I'll pull myself
limb from limb roots from the tree
busted pulpits and morning glory seeds
sprout from concrete like with mental serpentine
stretching the mile where I remember how to believe
how the hardest ones can feel so crazy inside
but when it all comes out / everything is fine

what you don't know is that is that this is the mile where I prove myself
untouchable and holy crying out with hope to not simply fade away
this has to be the road where I prove myself to myself
where I prove them all wrong with my shoulder blades
these are the tears on my face
black india ink fingerprints on my cheeks
these are the tears in my just waking throat
the spilling winds of necessity
a lotus amidst the movement
peeling and raining
a downpour that is stripping
the oil and varathane from me
in heavy dousing fogs of fire and steam
if I were to burn alive in front of you tonight
I would be the one to know just what to do
to end this thing properly
to bleed this motherfucker through

if I were to burn alive in front of you tonight
I should shut my mouth just one more time
bleed silence dry and let it be the last time
I'll be the one to scream and cry out
open my mouth just one more time
bleed silence dry and let it be the first time

you will never find my body

you will never find my body
between the pages of this book
you will never find my body
at the edge of the moor or moat
you will never find my body
a lotus amidst the storming
you will never find my body
scorched in the words I wrote
a lotus amidst the movement
these are the tears on my face
dancing on the sharp edges of the words
for every day for every ounce of what it's worth
'til the day I die from the day I was birthed
cut my heels on the movement of words
dancing on the sharp edges of what I will learn
gonna bleed this mother fucker out

Justife Poetry Jan. 7th 7:20pm

I lifted two styrofoam cups from the trash and let 'em linger on the horizon / spanned the length of the two with 18 lb. thread / knotted the ends with hook line and sinker receivers dubbed "Bountiful Barbwire" and / subjugated my ear to the mouth piece / in an attempt to make out anything of her whisper / from the other side of the mountains fortunately not the casper I imagined / with hope and a foundation were audiofied as molehills might as well be blisters / through the verb' of the fine line distance becomes as circular as time and / she feels close enough / I don't know why I can't just reach out and kiss her / remind myself that she knows where the isles are / she knows where the loft is / that it's only days 'til she joins us on this misted earth / in the heat of the shirtless mirth / among the wavering calling out to her hands abound the rails of this blessed berth / she is so close and accelerating in accentuated spurts / you know we can feel you and the healing you imbue / so the pain we can endure 'cause we'll feel the breeze of the purr and the mew of you soon / no more hurt or dust storms presumed / no more dirt that filthies us / only a dirt that empowers and amuses / a scuff of the land champagne sparkling inside of us / a rough flick of the wrist and a bounce of the hand that questions and understands / succumbs to our dance as it itself seduces us...in other words, I've got guts grown with a lust for your gust ravenous with your musk them prerogatives so instinctual that they become a must.

CHEK IT.

YOU KNOW YOU LOVE IT
YOU KNOW YOU LOVE IT
YOU KNOW YOU LOVE IT
YOU KNOW YOU LOVE IT
YOU KNOW YOU LOVE IT
YOU KNOW YOU KNOW
YOU KNOW YOU KNOW
SO

*|BOUNCE|*

Quests for Set

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Labradorite

I am taken a step back

wept onto my knees by the beauty around me
waves that awash in walls corrode
and I am left with what becomes me

a factory / a vestiary

a negative space of what I understand
the ghosts, well they do still pertain
glint differently under the looking glass
no more questions are asked than
there are tunnels through my hands

and I am broken up / pushed aside
vanquishments of the creations
and destruction of universes
that I cannot attempt to hide
no more alive on my feet
than I am dead on the sand
I am broken up / pushed aside
by the beauty
and my understanding
of it's relationship to who I am.

highlights from "intensity to manifestation"

"But these individuals must learn that their self-worth does not reside in their work or creativity. Rather, on this karmic path, they must learn to find a sense of satisfaction with themselves, independent of their achievements."

"There are few who can equal their attention to detail or capacity for concentration. When they invoke these traits to achieve a goal, there is nothing that can stand in their way."

"They will often put themselves into situations where they are surrounded by people whose values are exactly opposite those that they should be embracing. It seems these individuals like to make things difficult for themselves." (chaos much? me thinks so)

"Though possessing a great deal of awareness, must nevertheless slow down long enough to put it to use. Often tense would do well to move to the more Venusian or sensuous, Taurus side of the axis and begin to enjoy life's pleasures a little more."

I must learn to relax my Scorpio intensity enough to stop identifying with what I do for I am worth more than what I produce. Self-worth must come from within and cannot be found in an end product.

As I discover self-worth it will be reflected on the world around me and I will begin to attract whatever I need.

SET LIST

After a while when I''m behind the mic I forget what I remember. This should help:

father fiend
justice
stain
crescent suns
rescue
the faults of peace and safety
tongues in the stomach of a wind doe
lithid since post mortem
pilots commendeer this porcupines hide
lantern lit paths
speakerbox
untitled
where the swing lingers
blisters
mastodon (i wish i was)
bed of broken windows
spheres and doors
iris / windtunnels
the things we claim in front of photographs
excuses excuses
a flooding incessantly
still
of all the earth rising...
shafts of earth scatter...
st andrews cross
the widdershin footblades
blighter remix
convection tower remix
sparks from your mouth and stones from your shoulders
the taking
baal and the milkman's wife
tarot
family portrait
daisies
noise noise noise
the doldrums
prague
the human condition
the come down