Im a ninja chameleon
blending in with the gentry
standing guard like a sentry
reading the scene like a book I read in elementary
tryn to stay outta the muthufukn penitentary
can anybody hear me?
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Friday, October 31, 2014
Beyond the Circus.
Lost at the circus
a scared little boy
cotton candy, clowns and elephants
dancing in the mirrors of his cerebrum
clouds shaped like dragons...
He takes a sip and breathes out fire
and he remembers...
He remembers a time much simpler
close to the land and the sea...
He remembers when things made sense.
He remembers what it feels like to live right.
Beyond the circus
Out of the Big Top
He turns his eyes towards the Sun...
and evaporates into the sky.
Friday, August 22, 2014
Virtues and Vices...
Sacrifice and Obedience are not virtues but vices.
To give up ones personal power, to abjegate ones free will for the sake of a higher power...
to surrender to the dictatorship of the tyrant of society or god or government is suicide.
Obedience is not an act of faith but one of fear.
Sacrifice is an unconcious attempt to manipulate and control a reality that you feel has rendered you powerless.
Faith is a renunciation of personal power... a rebellion against personal responsibility.
True Love requires no sacrifice.
Love always trusts.
it makes no laws
has no demands
no expectations
it requires no proof
it levy's no taxes
True Love is unconditional.
They just dont hire muthufuka's like me.
they just dont hire muthafuka's like me...
I guess i ain't as pretty as i used to be...
ain't got tits or an ass or a PHD...
ain't got an address much less a college degree...
got a rap sheet longer than my job history
and im at least 6 or 8 different kinds of crazy...
they just don't hire muthafukas like me.
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Love me when Im down.
If you can't love me when Im down...
when i come up...
don't even try to come around.
Thursday, May 29, 2014
IamI
IamI
my attitude about myself and the world in general will propel me forward...
or it will cause me to reapeat the same patterns, and keep me stuck in the same scene...
IamI
I am as free as I want to be...
the attachments that bind me are products of my own perception...
IamI
beyond my roles in my relationships, family ties, faction of society ect...
Saturday, May 10, 2014
Real Nigga.
Ive got nine voices in my head, I think one of them is the devil...
Im a manic-bi-polar-skitzophrenic muthufuka...
I've got OCD, ADD, ADHD and bad case of PTSD so don't fuck with me cuz Im bound to lose control.
Im an anomolie, a dark gypsie searchin for a home...
it gets intense in this dome...
Im a wing-nut on the high-way... as the empire crumbles like Rome... I roam aimlessly.
Can anybody hear me?
Im a hitch-hiking, train-hopping, trash-can picking, dumpster diving, petty-thieving, nickel and dime drug dealing Ninja-Pirate-Hippie-Nigga-Muthufuka...
Don't let the complexion fool ya
Im a real Nigga.
blacker than mid-night on the inside...
Im just light skinnded.
Fukstik...
Are you completely devoid of humanity in general?
If I stabbed you right now would you even exhale?
Bow down to your god and make peace with the devil
cuz the Shadowman is gonna get you.
Monday, May 5, 2014
Happy Sunday.
I got dimes and dubs of some dank nugs wrapped in cellophane in a cigarette pack in my pocket.
got a guitar on my back, had a P.A. had some debts to pay and had to hock it.
now im out on the street, seeking shade from the heat, feelin lost in the shadows these days.
caught in the wheels, I bet you know how it feels to be a rat trapped in somebody elses maze.
Happy Sunday, Im glad you're here. Pull up a seat, kick up your feet and sip on an ice cold beer.
Happy Sunday, all day long, its a good day to get high and write a sad, sad, song.
Im out on the road with the wind when it blows, everything that I own on my back.
lonely and cold, feel like Ive been bought and sold
my baby left me and she aint comin back.
I got this hole in my soul this life has taken its toll on this loney cold heart of mine.
but I still got a song and I'll be allright as long as I keep on walkn this line.
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Lost Boy.
A troubador... A minstrel...
A dirty tramp with a daydream and a guitar.
A gypsy... A soldier
a stupid kid that thought too much about everything
and cared bout nuthn at all.
Lost and found and lost again
Buddha Jesus and the Devil and Me
Entities created by gyrations of energy
spiralling endlessly on the edge of infinity and oblivion
Brahma, Shiva, and Vishnu
...at the same time.
Tulsa
its not so much a town as it is some kind of governmental phsycological experiment... a cesspool of mental illness...a hollow void under a veneer of concrete, asphalt, steel and glass...a sprawling tapestry of corporate swag, ticky-tacky, condos and churches...with a wing-nut on ever corner holdn it down.
Friday, January 3, 2014
Dear Princess,
You summoned me your highness and I have been Obloged to be in your service ever since.
I made you my priority
while to you, I was nothing but an object to be used, abused and discarded when I no longer suited your purpose.
I revolved my world around you as if you were the Sun in my universe
but you chose to place your throne over the earth above me and use my back as your foot-stool.
I gave you my heart
you wanted my soul
I gave everything I had
you wanted more
You took all of my offerings for granted
and accepted my services and alms rendered to you in love with ungracious fortitude and then you cast me from your presence
striking me with your rod
crying out for your sentries and gaurds
"Off with his head."
WTF?
-Sincerely,
your Knight in Shining Armour
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