though do not let this negatively effect present and future relationships you should remember that the only person who will be with you forever is yourself. learn to love solitude because in the end EVERYONE else goes away.
ps - live the beauty and love inside yourself first
pps - ask for everything expect nothing
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Mandate
My words will be strong and sharp as folded steel
penetrating quickly and cleanly leaving no residue
I will reside in the wound for no more time than it took to create it
a thin scar will remain and you will know me by the traces I leave
penetrating quickly and cleanly leaving no residue
I will reside in the wound for no more time than it took to create it
a thin scar will remain and you will know me by the traces I leave
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Straight Razor Sighs
A turnstiles melody exists in it's rotation / though without closing hours coupled with motionlessness the pegs can never harbor the energy necessary to trod and play / so be reminded that the neighs of your mare at twilight are not soul songs of the moment / but neglections of camps deployed in hindsight / warming fires not lit 'til first light / feedbags left to spoil /jaw bits you never took the time to learn needed nothing but soft hands and a calming tone rather you assumed rested easier in mouths if soaked in good intentions and oil /
your feet may be bare so that you will always know the lay of the land more intimately than civilians and us blacksmiths used to pounding around in knob nail shoes / but on the gradient of the hill of this country we have another word for your T(enuous)L(oathing)C(are) / your ardent oil concoctions you believed yourself was mead / and that is interrogation / in the case of the horses sleep deprived unknowledge which remains more than likely / possibly potential homicide /
but even an animals fish eyed view of you spanning the height and breadth of a corporate high rise / even an animal crippled with no eyes knows what words of meaning are worth when there are no hooves through it's mane when it lays down to die /
but you don't care for yourself / and a gypsy's trust is only as worthy as their heart remains still / which in the heat of the dark and moment is sporadic unusual predated and honestly / not that often //
I keep no work animals or pets / no will that I recognize as my own / but as a communal understanding of the difference between productive solitude generated spiraling outwardly and gaps left in the earth by straight razor sighs swung from the ankles of trunks en route / scouring the lay of land for creatures to grasp coddle and smother leaving nothing of an excuse but blood on the roots saying at least I tried / over grown vines choke out the forest and when there is no where left for the animals to hide / they'll find refuge at front of the claw foot furnace that warms my nape and ember scuffed pant legs / my back to the light / hammer on anvil / there are no words here / no intentions / just a steady beating heart / a path to travel and a home in sight
your feet may be bare so that you will always know the lay of the land more intimately than civilians and us blacksmiths used to pounding around in knob nail shoes / but on the gradient of the hill of this country we have another word for your T(enuous)L(oathing)C(are) / your ardent oil concoctions you believed yourself was mead / and that is interrogation / in the case of the horses sleep deprived unknowledge which remains more than likely / possibly potential homicide /
but even an animals fish eyed view of you spanning the height and breadth of a corporate high rise / even an animal crippled with no eyes knows what words of meaning are worth when there are no hooves through it's mane when it lays down to die /
but you don't care for yourself / and a gypsy's trust is only as worthy as their heart remains still / which in the heat of the dark and moment is sporadic unusual predated and honestly / not that often //
I keep no work animals or pets / no will that I recognize as my own / but as a communal understanding of the difference between productive solitude generated spiraling outwardly and gaps left in the earth by straight razor sighs swung from the ankles of trunks en route / scouring the lay of land for creatures to grasp coddle and smother leaving nothing of an excuse but blood on the roots saying at least I tried / over grown vines choke out the forest and when there is no where left for the animals to hide / they'll find refuge at front of the claw foot furnace that warms my nape and ember scuffed pant legs / my back to the light / hammer on anvil / there are no words here / no intentions / just a steady beating heart / a path to travel and a home in sight
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Freestyle XII
How do we keep the clan steeped in circles?
the way we break spin the body movement
outsiders they see nothin' but confusion
but we who orchestrate the stint
we know the rooms that groove
tinker with chaos / a bios we chose
loose clothes / a natural high
our tongues are sky / rain hot dose
twisted caps shiver with bent knees
get low as roots / deep as oak trees
sly grins soak in the beats we weave
scratch mixin' sounds just to please us
swarms of limbs / sweat storm
drip drop before we leave / no fuss
just break in the beat / loud cusses
crescendo to screams / props to the artist
big ups / early hours of the morning sun
drawn curtains and long cuts / superfluous stew
our finger tips move in the air like blazed sluts
old school new school / present in earth ships
hand made by us / these ain't love shacks
we call em ritualistic vestibules / aka god huts
might as well got legs 'cuz ya know the walls strut
like it a prerequisite / you know how we do
you know how we must / trust the dust we rise
like we salt in the rain bringin' the rust / delirious
guts grown with a lust for the gust guardless of puss
shimmy with soles down gold grill born knuckles up
these bare bones don't rattle when we battle they prattle
the mantle scandle never veiled blasted loud as fuck
the kick and the snare the womp and the thump
this soul risin' shit now get on your feet /and jump
the way we break spin the body movement
outsiders they see nothin' but confusion
but we who orchestrate the stint
we know the rooms that groove
tinker with chaos / a bios we chose
loose clothes / a natural high
our tongues are sky / rain hot dose
twisted caps shiver with bent knees
get low as roots / deep as oak trees
sly grins soak in the beats we weave
scratch mixin' sounds just to please us
swarms of limbs / sweat storm
drip drop before we leave / no fuss
just break in the beat / loud cusses
crescendo to screams / props to the artist
big ups / early hours of the morning sun
drawn curtains and long cuts / superfluous stew
our finger tips move in the air like blazed sluts
old school new school / present in earth ships
hand made by us / these ain't love shacks
we call em ritualistic vestibules / aka god huts
might as well got legs 'cuz ya know the walls strut
like it a prerequisite / you know how we do
you know how we must / trust the dust we rise
like we salt in the rain bringin' the rust / delirious
guts grown with a lust for the gust guardless of puss
shimmy with soles down gold grill born knuckles up
these bare bones don't rattle when we battle they prattle
the mantle scandle never veiled blasted loud as fuck
the kick and the snare the womp and the thump
this soul risin' shit now get on your feet /and jump
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