Hook:
I said your better than a hip hop
A hip hop
A hip hop
X2

I said one thing about you
When the sunshines I feel no pain
You painted redwood trees in my brain
green canopy shelter me from the rain
You taught me to be better than that
Life’s game.
And you readied me for that
Showed me that you’re where my armies at
Stirred the soil and let me plant
Backed me up
When we reflected on our lives
We felt controlled
Childhoods we put on hold
for sex, drugs, and rock and roll
The countless stories never told
about our mothers, our lost women with ideas
And you saved me from the skids
Where they made orphans out of kids.
Peace.
just me and you, the city dissapeers
Up in the redwoods,
Away from all those play ass fakers
showed me real hip hop
and introduced me to new flavors
check your French fries before you eat them off the ground
ice cream songs, singing sunshine without sound
You’re my green tea, tomo, acid, lover, redwood hiker
but if you want a morning ride, then just play it.
Cause J you’re my sun shiner, fly me higher, keep me rising, and cut the wires
And your gonna know it when I say it.
Hook
This world is bigger than us all,
But on the trails its ok to fall
For ferns would catch me
And embrace my Fall,
Like you caught me,
Gave me warm Albuquerque sun
Fed my seeds, and sprinkled crumbs
On dirt trails pounding deep into my heart
I’d love to thank you, but I’ve never known how to start
We talked about “all the love we’ve found”,
We’ve Risen up, been pulled back down
I love how you pushed me, to be the most you knew I’d be
And like a doctor (or phrophet) you kept mind and soul healthy
By meditations, ancient redwood explorations, led me to the hand, without pills, to pure elation.
And sweetie, this is real friendship, I have faith we’ll grow together, because our wings cannot be clipped.
Hook
Thanks for introducing me to dead prez, lyrics borne, and spear head. I’m glad you liked the drum and bass.

Its been so long
Since my room
Has been known to breath
Sacred breaths of
Sage and nag champa.

Sign on the wall reads
Union Bar certified
Inherited from my mother
I remember when my dad
Told me my room smelled like a bar
Stale liquer, sex, and cigerettes
Sometimes overwhelming my
Ny nose
With the scent
That one faith
Has been forgotten
For another.
Sprituality I believe I got from my mother
Repeting cycles from
The hatchery
All the way To Korbel
And I learned that
Snow glistens like god
From the back of a 4 runner
And this was the nature
That she kept alive
But while she was shining
She was dying inside.

She was the imbodiment of
Music
Everything a good rock star
Should be.
her melodies
Where our church
Where our family prayed.
For well being

But when the crowds left
To retreat for the night
Noone sees when the alter
Candles are extinguished with wine.
With her newest dectective novel
Like bible in hand
Bowl of doritoes.
At bedside
She would get drunk
On less than well intentions
Following the traditions
Of relatives like
Her mother
Dixie
Who Worked at the bar
Aunt
Lyla
Who Came home every night
To a vodka cranberry juice
Husband
Her sister
Candace
Who Liked to tie one on
Her father
George
Who Died of alcoholism
When I was three.

I found a
Daily revelation book
In my moms stuff the other day
I picked it up hoping to reserect the stars
I read one page and noticed
It was from Alcoholics anonymous
I did’nt know that the wine
was what she really warshiped
When I was asleep.
I got my first deck of tarot cards
When I was fourteen
And I found a name for the good things
my mom
Tought me to believe.

While she would breath Almaden blush
I would light white candles
Burning sage from smudge.
I whispered secrets to the moon at
Night, knowing they would be received
But lately talking to the goddess
Is a bit harder to believe.
I saw the stars fall from the sky
And I haven’t been the same since
While they were falling
I took to drinking beer and
Smoking cigarettes
And not too long after
Dark skies moved in on me
And soon after
faith was found before
A rave
Washed down with vitimen C
I still find solace
In music
Now more
than ever before
and it doesn’t take a pill
to teach me empathy or get me on the floor
It just takes a DJ
With some good beats to be received..
And I found that this summer
Through a prescription from above
That provided me with energy
And a young god who embodied love
That drinking was no way
To achieve truth and clarity.
And like one of my favorite poets would say
I had to sit down, and ground myself, on the roots of a redwood tree.
I have trouble seeing loved ones
Around me Struggle
Fighting hangovers with swords
Where they used to go to church.
Replacing one lord for another
And Culverts got to hurt
More than your stomach
Rising to the throat
Some always feel it raining
Find themselves out without a coat
But brandy never was a shelter
And if it was,
It was fake
And under wind and rain,
Its not all that will break.
If you only believed
That redwood trees
Were something more than words
That poets speak to angels
Your light would be seen the truth would be heard

I finding its easier now to
Balance both faiths out
Drinking more from the ocean
Than bottles full of clouds.
I wish I could teach those
With my concern
That white candles represent nothing
When both ends are being burned.

Its been so long
Since my room
Has been known to breath
Sacred breaths of
Sage and nag champa.
With the wheel of fortune below me
And the balance of
two swords above
I’m finding that the scent of sage and insence
Bring me peace
And reminds me to love
And to have faith in the moon
And fait in myself
And know that faith is something that can't be found on a shelf
January 20, 2006

I could be drinking my
Tea
Doing school work
Or catching up on things
I will never really finish.
But you have turned my
Brain to mush
Like heavy xtc use
Was my addiction
To you
Never realized
Holes in head
Were only
holes
in stories
and I never realized
and that you
could damage me
so bad.
But too bad
Now that I realize
You’re the best
I’ve ever had
Too late
You found someone new
But where do two month
Tricks
of
Convenience
Sever 2 year ties
That bond this scared
18 year old
To you
Like muse
to an artist
or a little girls
hero

I sliced my chest
Running red line
Open sign
Down my torso
No sign of stop
I turned back
My flesh
To let you see me
Beared to you my
Heart my
Insides most
Importantly my
Faith
All my faith
In
you.
Tore my flesh
Back more
Until it tore
Beyond scar
And beyond
Repair
Leaving scars
Where a heart
Would be
You looked
Inside
Decided
Not to
Dive in
The pool
Of reflection
And heart felt truth
I had filled with roses
Grown from images of you.
Even though you have
Showered in these pools
Many a time
Dove in and
Dried off
You prefer to stay out
Now.
My faith in
You
Never shook
Or faultered
Like my ego
When
You spit poison
On exposed wounds
Salty words
Burned my eyes
And rolled down
Burning cheeks
Like tears
Pushed dull needles
Through my skin
Hopeing to
Stich up
My open seems
But the needle
Wasn’t threaded.
You were
Morphine
Taking away the pain,
But leaving me
Disoriented and sick.
Nothing to pacify
My thirst
For you
Except tears
And salt water
Never hydrates,
Just
Makes
You
Thirstier.

Left me dried up
Drained of tears
And blood
Trapped
Under time
And confusion.
Turned your back
On me
And forgot
To leave the light on
When you
Left
Me
Choking on your
Rosepetals
That I once
Nurtured and cared for
With thoughts and
Images of you
Lately have smelled of
Arsenic.
Adding insult to injury.

It is hard to say goodbye to some people.
Especially ones that think you are awesome.
Seeing cresent lights from ET tree
vista points,
with a bottle of redwine
is Devine.
The stars are camera flashes
above
that turn into great shots.
Like seeing beauty in sushi,
and exchanging the blues.
It would never be complete without
poison oak,
coffee binges
and Newport breakfasts
at 4pm.
West Coast (Humboldt) vs. East coast(Brooklyn)
battle of the century,
Brooklyn won.
Shopping carts full of good times
We dump on the sidewalk,
so we can further examine
the contents
for laughs.
Like tricking people i
nto thinking
heart shaped scabs are beef jerky.
balloons on mufflers
burst open
with
loud
memories that will soon not
be forgotton.