Wednesday, April 29, 2009

I Only Want To Live Peacefully

Lukas Tesorset Ryder...is living for the betterment. is fucking finished. is just getting started. is living for you, for himself, for the earth, i just want my existence to help. food clothes shelter what is my part? where is my wealth?
...is fierce enough to allow everything hes done to accumulate into everything he'll be the man he's always wanted himself to be and it will only get easier because every day i learn for the first time what it means to know that i can do anything and im going to prove it right now. thats why i tell the government im a fucking terrorist. so that theyll watch and see the succession of one more soul that they cant have. watch me transpose and peel myself from the plexiglass of what you expect. keep the gun oiled and the temple clean shit snort and blaspheme let the heads cool and the engine run because in the end everything we do is just everything weve done.
give me myself. tonight. to light. a home that is right.
universe give me pride and honor and respect and strength and knowledge and confidence and hope and active potential and love and solace and integrity and trust and honesty and belief in my fellow man give me community and laughter and smiles that are ear to ear and never stop give me land to grow food that is as real healthy and worked for as the woman at my side you know she keeps me strong you know she keeps me hard give me unconditional passion give me forgiveness the capacity for a deeper hunger and the capacity to forgive give me a genuine understanding of myself as an individual myself as a direct influence and myself as a collective soul give me a place in the dirt give me sanctuary a jaw versed enough to defend with words spoken and stern enough to defend with bones blinding destruction upon the hate of my enemies and skulls broken but most of all universe give me truth and love and a humble head amongst it all. i am all things to all men.
...and he said, "i only want to live."

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Glossy Eyed

When I look around it seems the finest minds I see are the tribes blazing weed like steam / getting chai eyed offa the green herb / on mossy knolls and street curbs / now to all the gals and blokes who toke by you wanna get high? / plant your ass on my grassy patch and we'll choke away on the endo and blunt smoke and we'll go where only gods know / and please believe that means that we know how to get glossy eyed like no other mother fucker does it better than I remember stoking potions at the ocean side / and I'm addicted to the feeling that I get inside when the families commune together / to not only revel in but create snatch plant and catch the vibe / whatever the weather / we'll collaborate / meditate forever and with our manifested will be done re-define moon light and what it means when a fight is won / and when the time comes / won't you come sesh with me? / come crush a couple of bottles of wine with me / torch up the hot knives in the hot night when it's all good it's all fine no worries no strife and no blight cuz it's all laughs when we

let the weed speed freely and we can breathe easy / spark that dub and sway blazin' breezy / come get glossy eyed while mossy knolls strolls by and we'll bounce to the rhythm of the earth as it's pleasing

cuz it's a celebration and I'm the celebrationist / narrating and documenting how the million facets of a single jewel grab a hold and run with this / but just because I got my pen to the page don't mean that I don't roast the sage a lot / I got a fist raised just the same as ya'll to toast what's hot smoke rose like spirits and ghosts blessing this sacred space we got / know that we made this moment and proved to ourselves and the universe that we can not only maintain but own it / and we owe it all to the earth and acknowledge this every time we set the ganj' a burn

so let the weed free and sing freely / spark that dub and sway breezy / come get glossy eyed while mossy knolls strolls by and we'll bounce to the rhythm of the earth as it's pleasing

now come on brother don't be stingy / bring the heavy buds the colt 45 and I'll bring the jazzy beauties with the clean lines / and no girl I ain't alluding to coke / I mean you with all them dangerous curves and me with ain't no brakes to choke / I'm so blown away by the grace you display / I'm so baked I got all this breath that you seem to take / and the days shoot by so fucking fast / when it's just me and you a bottle of jerry's and a bag of grass / so lemme take a moment to step back outta this haze
admire your subtleties / the slight in your sass
lemme revel in your presence for just a second...
wait what did I say? o yea that's right / take two and pass

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Cut Throat I Know

I'm feeling shaky
but I know not a quarter percent half as bad as you be
the cracking pain in your knee the least of your worries
going on 48 hours and you've forgotten how to sleep
incapable of even day dreaming of resting easy
your mind's lost any reason to be stoked
you say you feel like dying
spirits weak and body choked / a vice within
tearing you apart from the inside outward prying
the bitterness ensues consuming
and I'm shocked silent
staring down the barrel of a temple
I was only passionate about worshiping in
but unbeknownst to me
I entered with tempered bombs
blasting from the lengths of my sleeves
hindered now
I was so distracted by your beauty
I ran in blazing forgot to remove my shoes
at the threshold
marking the temples glowing entrance
and when I open my eyes after the meditation
I look over my shoulder and find only desolation
at first lights reaction / I see no reason
to be blaming anyone but me
and as you burn to the ground you tell me
"this was no one's fault so stop with the sorrys
your apologies sounds are too loud
they compound / I just need to / lay down
I need you to / stay strong / sing songs
of positivity / of what's right cuz I already
know / what's wrong / the yolk around my neck
pulls on me like bull's horns invading my space
so babe / say to me anything optimistic
help remind me of my soul's strength
keep me in line with what's best of me
call me on my shit / keep me in check
babe I just need to hear your voice
but if you won't speak / I'ma beatbox
strum and ravage my gatbox and scream
really I mean no disrespect / no regrets
but babe I just need to hear your voice
so say to me anything say to me something
say to me anything or just shut the fuck up"

Right now it feels like there ain't
a lot I know inside of this holy moment
but i know the distance is killing me
and it's up to me to not only over come but own it
though I know that the second thing that I know
I guess it would be the third then considering
is that our passion has been stolen
by a fear of intimacy brought on
by the damage you have sustained
coupled in condemnation by an irony
we spoke of only in hushed tones
a scare we called pregnancy
a wavering uncertainty that breeds
a distance from you I am fighting
and the fourth thing that I know
is that I am winning / cuz I don't think
I fucking know that I can do anything
and I would let the streets run red
with the blood of our enemies to protect you
the fifth / we wished intensely from
the first moment our lips kissed and that is
that we would take this real love type love slowly
in retrospect perhaps we should have moved even slower
but I didn't recognize the vulnerability of inexperience
I told you I did and when I did even I believed it
but I guess I had more on you than just age
half a decade I thought didn't mean spit
but on second thought / on the sixth the seventh
the eighth thought ya know what?
my beautiful infinity my goddess my love?
fuck it
fuck all the thoughts and fuck the buts
fuck any and all doubt the reasons to give up
cuz we will only do everything
when we know that we can do anything
so I'ma cut the throat of the demon
that would take from us
our mutual lust and love
the single thing that meant the most to us
I'm stealing the passion back
I'm taking the passion back
I'm going to risk both our lives to get that passion back

Because I believe it's worth it
because I believe that with the unique love we create
we can bring into existence entire universes
that will bless all man kind and never leave us

and I also believe that there is hate
there is a hate that recognizes our potential
and will do fucking anything in it's power
to ensure that we turn against one another
to ensure for certain that we will crumble
we will be tested unlike anything we've ever known before
we will be brought to our buckling knees delirious and sore
we will be offered the suckling tit of what is easy
convinced that obligation
is synonymous with what we strive for
that us blooming is cavernous and sleazy
but when we want more we'll grab the rope
tap the lines with knowledge undeniable we are hope
personified in the great ocean we are white light
no words define the lightening we harness
but we work hard at finding the rhythm
we are the wisest we are the finesse
we are the finest we are the softest we are the hardest
because I believe that with the unique love we create
we can bring into existence entire universes
that will bless all man kind and never leave us
volcanoes erupting to tell you who is molten
just ask me and I'll tell you who's hottest
who's the choosen?
who's the softest?
who's the hardest?
who's the hardest?

Monday, April 6, 2009

Forgive

The vocoder
the ambient strings and transient pads
remind me of desolate landscapes
clutching a melancholy capable only
only in the winds and exhaust that I dream

cities left

shadowed

no one will ever see

this time

I cannot forgive

Friday, April 3, 2009

Grimoire

Stoned and pressed together under the over cast sky
I couldn't tell whether that
heart beat I was feeling was yours or mine

inside the air and soft rock's moss manuscript
of moisture manipulative with hold of our contour
capsize looking glass your dark eyes beyond mine
see the silver clouds far past the bottom grifting
grimoire over cast glinting glossy with the tree bodies
the monument of a waxingly waneful moment moves so fast

I literally lose track of where I end and where you begin
a packed bowls full and the last drop of resin
the side of a mirror the skies edges lack
a depth like sound my held breath reacts
four mouths fall beat in time...bound
Who's pulse is that?

...whoa.