Sept. 25th '10

I get high like toad vemon's a joke

licking the sweat off my own body

is a half tab away from a gooping out

in the empty streets kind of dose

heavy heat but not haughty

I slip into a hole like dude I need a rope

sharp tongued but not haunted

soft hands like I'm the doctor

not bothered enough to look

at the size of the dose

I just shot needle poke into your arm I switch your

intravenous with mine grin in time with the harm

cuz the cleanest is the fullest harvest fuck the farm

fuck the hick-a-daisy daughter fuck the mother

hell you can fuck the farmer if that whatcha into

really it don't matter cuz I crop the cream onto platter

I said a horn of plenty / not many / so that sad face

that you keep making just keeps on looking sadder

yea I burn what's left to the ground just to spite you

matchstick nothingness ash whispers from the cinders

I fly away on a magic golden winged jacob's ladder

with a v.i.p. toting shorty who claims her name is vishnu

now you ain't looking so sad / just pissed off and bitter

wait wasn't vishnu a dude? whatever

I suppose I could ask her later

when she's bringing me breakfast in bed

coffee and a cigarette and a little bit of head

I ask her to bring me the morning paper

that I ain't even gonna read I just like to see

her reach down / and bend over

if that ass were a pulled taut bedspread

I swear I could four foot bounce a quarter

catch it between my teeth

maybe I use it to call her mother

but I think wait a minute

where am I spending my time?

phone held 'til I drop it

pocket that nickel deus a dime

rub 'em 'til they shine

not a loosey that I'm taking

cuz me I got mine

visualize a sack full of 'em

not a fear to a billion of 'em

filling every crevice with 'em

the space between

the front of my teeth

and the back of my grill

is stuffed rich with 'em

first comes the rhymes

follow with the prosperity I manifest

motherfucker I materialize

check the emeralds that are growing out my chest

Namaste

Through experience our spectrum of ability to comprehend the infinite shades of grey expands and complexifies but is never complete.

To realize that we can manifest to realize that we want to manifest to realize what it takes to manifest to realize we have what it takes to manifest to realize that we are manifesting.

All of these stages are present and engaged in all that we do. But just like the waves crashing off the coast, we rise and fall to the tune of a million different influences. Waxing and waning the light of our own perception across the infinite faceted jewel in the hopes that we may see the flaws and perfections of all that we can first hand and in witnessing these flaws and perfections we come to see that all we are seeing is a part of ourselves we never knew existed. And we are brought to our knees before the honest faces of the absolute violence and beauty that make up our very souls. Alone and vulnerable, stripped naked and bare and incapable of hiding anything even from myself, I realize that I am still alive. I am naked and cold and forever grateful to just still be alive. I have nothing to give but myself, so I give it. and in knowing that I am alive with so little thought, I am so tiny, I am so humbled that I can find nothing to ask for but myself. Give me myself, so that I may give of myself. Recognizing every moment as a blessing continually birthing me a new into the clear and present now.

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Say what SOTA

I slink vibrant slick

without the instrumental

guitar no pick I lift a brick

and spit it to the crickets

so sota never stay a capella

and if this grin seem stuck

it's cuz this bucket of swag

shit, the bitch don't rust

layer of paint

after layer after layer

a graff artist's gruff

ain't no need to pay her

a poet's tin of snuff

know I'll hit ya back later

cuz right now

we're getting high in the back room

down low in the dark room

soaking up the vapors

so one sec decks

please pull back on the faders

easy up on the speakers

enough to fill the papers

and when I pull out the lighta

put the flame to the blunt cha

better drop that beat

if ya know what's good for ya

Sakul speaking for SOTA

and I'm scratching nothing to nil

but the paint off the walls

and the booze out the bottles

the rainbow fucking waddles

when it's witness to my shades

slowly fades but still it remains

in the wake of me on behalf of all SOTA

cuz I'm like the reflection of light off of rain

just a hella lot brighta

FALLOUT

Everyone is dead,

save you.

But be careful,

you could still

get shot in the head.

TOPHAT

Satisfied by the sax / rafters collapse / lavish snacks / laps that snap / paths tattooed like this one man army tracks his prey / engage the zombies crack open the bodies let whatever come that may / apocalypti present intrinsically / I seethe like what with a rutten bawdy attitude / slot spattered gilded faceplate wheezed distressingly in a different light / this time she burns vertically across them lines of latitude / gratitude reigns as servitude slain to circumvent not mine but our better view / vanquished bitter vantage point advantage to the prior skewed / knowledged now catalyst as I'm made of all kinds of shit / infinite percentages like all the world's cures can't hack my prime directive / this maker spoke the seed of life into being planted / this master choked on the atom to bring forth Eve and her Adam / now imagine what I'll birth when I put intention behind this spit / aim the barrel at the heart of myself and the universe and let that shit go 'click'...