PuT'n'iT oUt ThEre

c e l e b r a t i n g

.O. — Wed, 23 Apr 2008 18:26:29 GMT

theez werdz our fun our sun and rain will fill us up with love and pain and over and over we do it again step after step till we reach the end but between here and there the mystery is enticing inviting and exciting so without fighting the flow we flash like lightning and the shadows revealed appeal to my luminosity the curiosity and ferocity is overwhelming so i follow it intuitively and move with it fluidly the music in each moment unfolds like a masterpiece and like a fast increase the synchronicity is subtle but the most precious flower grows up from the rubble so i double the dose and do it again in hopes that the story will reveal my true friends and as it does i feel blessed to be addressing this worlds mess and even the dirt and demonic devastation becomes elevating c e l e b r a t i n g the simplistic complexity of these manifestations

Death Poem

.O. — Mon, 17 Dec 2007 05:43:54 GMT

Death Death just happens like the 2am train passing by in still night Death just happens like the crickets outside that lull me to sleep deep summer sound Death just happens in every face all the time Death is like a samurai wasp and stings only in honour of the code Death just happens like Life just happens Life is Death Death closes eyes at the bottom of a lake Death doesn’t wait for excuses or give second chances Death just happens like the phone ringing during sex ignored until post oragasmic voice mail one way or the other we’re screwed Death swoops or stumbles or surprises or steps up to the plate and hits a home run every time Death builds history upon itself And like a carpenter or musician Death is precise It isn’t ditzy It isn’t flaky It isn’t about to give itself up It’s like a knock on the door that has to be answered because it’s the only option in the end Death knows about life but keeps on doing death because death isn’t about choices Death is inescapable Death is inevitable Death doesn’t ask for directions but is always on time Death is only one breath in the big picture Death is a friend of mine

DinnerTime

.O. — Wed, 05 Sep 2007 02:53:31 GMT

DinnerTime Presto! We ate pesto With some parmesan cheese Hot sauce steeze for me And steamed green beans with butter and salt, I stutter and halt to a stop The cops are comin' and they seem to want some pasta on the run Rasta man hav'n'fun chantin' down babylon strong Standing at the stove with a magic jedi wand Waving it like he's givin'light to tha'lost Craving the taste of the noodles and the sauce boss cuz when I bite in it's like yum yum yummy in my tummy everything is happy and sunny And the wine is runnin' like the dam broke upstream a glass for you and a glass for me sip sip munch munch dinner is gleeeee-we-full! and it all goes weeee! slidin'down my throat Take off my coat at the table I'm able to quote fables It's a faery tale sale Rail faerytales rather than powder brain-stale Read and share don't scare with guns Many stories there are fit into one and every single story played out is fun Build a ladder to the sun and climb it Rhymin' my time away today The climate is changing Cattle are grazing on grass that passed its due date last tuesday but luckily for us dinner was fresh Basil picked this morning forming the best pesto, My whole world went presto! givin' love to the rest though it's time to pass the test yo, Climb higher!