The way I feel on a tilt ta whirl (9-8-97)
Shut if off
Like a light switch
Turn around
Broken down
This the dying breed
My love an open book
For all to read
The TV commercial pitch
Just be
Is it them or me
This knife wound
Bothersome
A complication
In a manner of speaking
Out of control
The way I feel on a tilt-ta-whirl
A wish on a false eyelash
Betrayed thirty nine times
Or seven times seven
This woman my heaven
A bomb
Wound up tight
Turned on like a light
Emotion is yellow
And my lips shudder
On this word I write
I need to turn out the light
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Piano
piano '98
her fingers float above ivory foam rivers
coming to terms over the rocks
They're hard crash - low key orchestration
eyes flutter at every new movement
as the tea bag sits happily in its dish
the aroma here is of everything
the taste garage sale antique
I’d sit in wonderment of this place
I would go there so often
always with a quiet understanding
that when the door closed
it could be lonely and cold
other times so vibrant
I wore shadow glasses
and she would always play
so soothing
I feel now the addiction to her fingertips
how I wished - I could be her piano
everyone must dream to be that beautiful
the sound would climb
it moved - grooved - the tempo - the crescendo
you the enigma - I the innuendo
the song so smooth
the ocean waves - the moon the stars
they are my conversation
now you are gone
I am only this mirror
as I wade through I take a drug
but it never takes me to this place
I sit starring at the walls
the keys start to fall
the melody is on
I start to go - I begin to float
her fingers float above ivory foam rivers
coming to terms over the rocks
They're hard crash - low key orchestration
eyes flutter at every new movement
as the tea bag sits happily in its dish
the aroma here is of everything
the taste garage sale antique
I’d sit in wonderment of this place
I would go there so often
always with a quiet understanding
that when the door closed
it could be lonely and cold
other times so vibrant
I wore shadow glasses
and she would always play
so soothing
I feel now the addiction to her fingertips
how I wished - I could be her piano
everyone must dream to be that beautiful
the sound would climb
it moved - grooved - the tempo - the crescendo
you the enigma - I the innuendo
the song so smooth
the ocean waves - the moon the stars
they are my conversation
now you are gone
I am only this mirror
as I wade through I take a drug
but it never takes me to this place
I sit starring at the walls
the keys start to fall
the melody is on
I start to go - I begin to float
Blue Lips
Blue Lips
10-22-98
where is this moment
this tranquil peace
yes peace
where is this breath
that I need - that I reach
pull and shove for
I am not below you
I am just longing for
The moment of purity
oh purity
I corrupted you long ago
oh womb
where I was safe
is there a way to get back
oh notes from your lips
I long for you
Just to hold someone sweet
but it is so cold underneath these blankets
and my company is limited to my breath
and the frozen blood just below my knees
peace peace
my blue lips struggle to say peace
as these emotionless hands strain for a fire
to the sky I turn
is there tranquil space
I dream of a moon
I am the only one there
it isn't different from here
but at least I dream
10-22-98
where is this moment
this tranquil peace
yes peace
where is this breath
that I need - that I reach
pull and shove for
I am not below you
I am just longing for
The moment of purity
oh purity
I corrupted you long ago
oh womb
where I was safe
is there a way to get back
oh notes from your lips
I long for you
Just to hold someone sweet
but it is so cold underneath these blankets
and my company is limited to my breath
and the frozen blood just below my knees
peace peace
my blue lips struggle to say peace
as these emotionless hands strain for a fire
to the sky I turn
is there tranquil space
I dream of a moon
I am the only one there
it isn't different from here
but at least I dream
I Can't Write part ii
I can’t write 12-07
I can’t write – don’t worry it’s just a passing phase – another bad day – a kick in the head – fall out of bed – with a bad luck dream – and a mojo cursed
Hands squirming – to a halt – at the fountain of youth – the serum to a cottoned mouth – then to return to a myth – but the second wind does now hit
No – I can’t sleep either – been up all night – just day dreaming – all about digging out – out of this hole – out of this trench – this grave
I feel dead – playing witness to a play – as the actors with dizzying accuracy re-design my thoughts – to navigate them - in this way that way - any which way and every way
I can’t think straight – I think in waves – with some zig zags – and jagged edge – walking – the razor – tip toe like a ballet – graceful moves in poetic breath
These eyes – dancing around issues – bouncing from star to star – from bar to bar – holding court with a moon – and bathing in morning dew
Magnificent – shimmering beams – oh morning sun – has thou conquered another night – causing mind to wander from thy slumber
Straight into distress – must get up – get set – and go get dressed – for more stress – ride on the coat tails to success – gotta be the best
I can’t fight this – leaving – soul less floating – taking flight – away from rush hour mess – watching as fog twirls from icicle lips – that can’t confess
And cannot write – about these sound scapes - haunting halls – bouncing off wall to wall – crashing - causing fingers - lips to a hush
I can’t sleep – holding the night as a vacant lover – that i’ve come to trust
I can’t write – don’t worry it’s just a passing phase – another bad day – a kick in the head – fall out of bed – with a bad luck dream – and a mojo cursed
Hands squirming – to a halt – at the fountain of youth – the serum to a cottoned mouth – then to return to a myth – but the second wind does now hit
No – I can’t sleep either – been up all night – just day dreaming – all about digging out – out of this hole – out of this trench – this grave
I feel dead – playing witness to a play – as the actors with dizzying accuracy re-design my thoughts – to navigate them - in this way that way - any which way and every way
I can’t think straight – I think in waves – with some zig zags – and jagged edge – walking – the razor – tip toe like a ballet – graceful moves in poetic breath
These eyes – dancing around issues – bouncing from star to star – from bar to bar – holding court with a moon – and bathing in morning dew
Magnificent – shimmering beams – oh morning sun – has thou conquered another night – causing mind to wander from thy slumber
Straight into distress – must get up – get set – and go get dressed – for more stress – ride on the coat tails to success – gotta be the best
I can’t fight this – leaving – soul less floating – taking flight – away from rush hour mess – watching as fog twirls from icicle lips – that can’t confess
And cannot write – about these sound scapes - haunting halls – bouncing off wall to wall – crashing - causing fingers - lips to a hush
I can’t sleep – holding the night as a vacant lover – that i’ve come to trust
Thursday, November 13, 2008
everything sits so perfectly nice and tight inside the box
everything sits sew tight and perfect inside the box if measured right - 2007
Acrylic - first painting in almost 3 years with a switch from oil to acyrlic
16" by 18"
Over Thinking Morning Thoughts Contemplating Death in Between Bird Chirps
Over Thinking Morning Thoughts Contemplating Death in Between Bird Chirps
Oil - 20" by 50"
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
FGU @ 4P
FGU @ 4P
So roll up roll up a phatty – for the 4P – sur-real-ality tour – complete with jugglers clowns – and some Aztec to melt away – any possibilities of a frown – it’s absorbed under your tongue – dissipating – this sugree – suga-raye spillin’ that sugar – taking up the space
usually reserved for the - slumbering captain – up to the lip smackin’ - taste of – something that killed Elvis – and damn sam it’s cold – and damp – where’s the salamanders – burning – like a jet engines blaze – while Bo-bob’s doin’ dishes – wishin for those California waves –
and Reverend Green Dave’s passed out – in the old blue school bus - that Stella built - after the late night investigation - of a partial digital frontier Bujak rave – of atmospheric soundscapes – tunneling transcendental – mantras of movement – and Cheri’s off selling Steal-eee’s – to the highest bidder – proof that people – actually do pay for quality –
as the big bud’s - in jar’s grown by the greenest thumbs – with such TLC – you should’ve seen this one dude’s face – as some kid just being naïve - twisted up and crushed his precious – oh Smiegel – and in his reaction - you could feel his passion
So roll up roll up - for another magical mystery – potion – a modern day speakeasy – concoction – of fragmented thoughts – like a be-bob scat – gettin’ off on this or that tangent – runnin rabid – rabbit jumping
on back to that - old chicken shack – tweets up there tweetin’ away – that multi-color feathered psychedelic devil bird – don’t worry he’s in his cage – and why does the caged bird sing – paz – so light up – the grass – that is soul blue 39 – from the Kentucky mind – and master golfer - Bill Monroe – layin’ down that country homegrown funk – that authentic blend of Americana jazz – that ragtime flare – flippin’ lines and licks
and Scruggs - my name is earl – and this is the way I’m playing this to the world – even today the boundaries are being pulled and pushed – twisted and turned – and stir it up – gumbo stew brew – bluegrass - twisted and turned –
as I watch the xtc on Kim’s face – spinning – that rapturous grin – with a childlike glee – and a hint of madness – which initiated this rhyme – always keeping off time – with my off kilter mind’s eye – watching that smoke dance - from one mouth to the next – no curses no hex –
only the kind from those harvest fest-tiv-it-tee’s – a weekend party to elevate the evils of main street society – with two three four or more days of beautiful sunshine and blue skies – to go along with the full soulful swing – bending genres – and heritage – to a new sound –
they can’t be tamed – and ladies watch yourselves around these men – they’ve been sippin’ on the shine – laid back and feelin’ fine – they’d make snoop swell with pride – they be partying like they ain’t from the Hampton – throwing down get your root down – move your foot around - and then other one too – let the infectious – sounds –fiddlin’ around melody – over under and all around – the low end – smooth – as only free can be – so if you please – a little FGU – for our ears to take in so graciously – in our community – our extended family – we welcome back – home – Free Grass Union
So roll up roll up a phatty – for the 4P – sur-real-ality tour – complete with jugglers clowns – and some Aztec to melt away – any possibilities of a frown – it’s absorbed under your tongue – dissipating – this sugree – suga-raye spillin’ that sugar – taking up the space
usually reserved for the - slumbering captain – up to the lip smackin’ - taste of – something that killed Elvis – and damn sam it’s cold – and damp – where’s the salamanders – burning – like a jet engines blaze – while Bo-bob’s doin’ dishes – wishin for those California waves –
and Reverend Green Dave’s passed out – in the old blue school bus - that Stella built - after the late night investigation - of a partial digital frontier Bujak rave – of atmospheric soundscapes – tunneling transcendental – mantras of movement – and Cheri’s off selling Steal-eee’s – to the highest bidder – proof that people – actually do pay for quality –
as the big bud’s - in jar’s grown by the greenest thumbs – with such TLC – you should’ve seen this one dude’s face – as some kid just being naïve - twisted up and crushed his precious – oh Smiegel – and in his reaction - you could feel his passion
So roll up roll up - for another magical mystery – potion – a modern day speakeasy – concoction – of fragmented thoughts – like a be-bob scat – gettin’ off on this or that tangent – runnin rabid – rabbit jumping
on back to that - old chicken shack – tweets up there tweetin’ away – that multi-color feathered psychedelic devil bird – don’t worry he’s in his cage – and why does the caged bird sing – paz – so light up – the grass – that is soul blue 39 – from the Kentucky mind – and master golfer - Bill Monroe – layin’ down that country homegrown funk – that authentic blend of Americana jazz – that ragtime flare – flippin’ lines and licks
and Scruggs - my name is earl – and this is the way I’m playing this to the world – even today the boundaries are being pulled and pushed – twisted and turned – and stir it up – gumbo stew brew – bluegrass - twisted and turned –
as I watch the xtc on Kim’s face – spinning – that rapturous grin – with a childlike glee – and a hint of madness – which initiated this rhyme – always keeping off time – with my off kilter mind’s eye – watching that smoke dance - from one mouth to the next – no curses no hex –
only the kind from those harvest fest-tiv-it-tee’s – a weekend party to elevate the evils of main street society – with two three four or more days of beautiful sunshine and blue skies – to go along with the full soulful swing – bending genres – and heritage – to a new sound –
they can’t be tamed – and ladies watch yourselves around these men – they’ve been sippin’ on the shine – laid back and feelin’ fine – they’d make snoop swell with pride – they be partying like they ain’t from the Hampton – throwing down get your root down – move your foot around - and then other one too – let the infectious – sounds –fiddlin’ around melody – over under and all around – the low end – smooth – as only free can be – so if you please – a little FGU – for our ears to take in so graciously – in our community – our extended family – we welcome back – home – Free Grass Union
Rye bread rising
Rye bread rising (1998) remix (2008)
Rye bread rising – the steam – becoming a stream of conciseness – a smoke screen – of psychedelic beams - reflecting seams - off – of spiraling – splintered - spinning glitter dust
The particles floating into – prismatic – diamonds - hovering over in-between thoughts - of percipience – sent to eyes
the mirror balls – begin to swell – and the walls begin to breathe – everything here is - pulsating – gyrating
This magnified – hypnotized – mesmerized - continual bliss mystified
And all the while the rye still does rise
Steam smoke screen – here there’s nothing funny about peace love and understanding - it’s our scene - so serene – and no one here is all that mean
the dragon - well he’s still on the sofa – sittin’ next to a fire - that hasn’t gone out – the flames – dancing lights and shadows – blurring the lines - of the phantasmal hippie pride – of flower child smiles – no more miles of aisles Joni – just smiles – revealed in the variety - of only the highest quality – fine kind - dank dark and light green – got nuggets
Bowls of nuggets – Count Choco la nugget – Captain kanugget crunch - and munch – housin’ some nugs – on rye with great white leafs - I’ll have 7 grain – 12 grain nugget - kanugget flavored tofu – soy boy – oh boy healthy nuggets
Or maybe Domino’s has nuggets - I could order up - a supreme nugget pie - with extra nugs – Oh and I’ll have - a dozen kanugget kola’s - with hot sauce on the side
Or maybe some beer battered nuggets – or some Stir Fried Strawberry cheesecake ice cream – hot fudge whip cream and sprinkled nuggets – and then for desert – some double bubble – jungle rumblin’ up – a couple hits from the bong
That’s right Cheri – we’re feeling strong – when we all get along
Ok now – there’s good nuggets and great nuggets - never bad nuggets - only commerish and swag monster - with brown dirt weed – although Kind is the best - so we’ll make oils – rope soap – and maybe some Rye Threads to patch work quilt up some Halfstep – welcoming home old friends – with the rest
and it’s that rye rye – puff puff that gets me high - by and by it gets me - tongue twisted and tied – I cannot lie – it’s nugs that help me to jive strive and survive
and as I see it now - it’s another nugget - rhyme time philosophy - delivered through the captain - with one good eye
Speaking prose that flow and grow - like buds of green atop the tallest trees - spreading stories through beans and leaf
Like Damnsam - puttin’ on this Harvest Fest – man - year after year – never fear it’ll be here there and eventually everywhere
That we decide to - dance and sing – and like kid
we’ll be smokin’ funny things – seein’ funky dreams – just movin’ groovin’ to the beat – tappin’ our feet – to the plan – all about peace and love – while we spread these seeds - across the land
Teaching every child woman and man
To take dirt into hand – plant a seed and grow a tree
And then through - dissipating smoke rings - dreams and fantasies - in the morning air to scream
Freedom for all nuggets
Of such sticky stench they drench - this atmosphere
With whirling twirling – swirling – paisley patterns
Of spiraling smoke scattering a dizzying vortex of rainbow essence
And in that - fresh morning dew scent – lingers the memory – of that big welcoming - hopeful smile – the one we all lost – at the 8-9-95 mile marker - how it went away on some August day – yet still resides in our hearts – you can feel the linear melodies – taking us into – the beauty of good – the wonder of home – yup that’s Spud pickin’ on the five string – how we miss ‘em – big ups to you - and much love – but for now – back to our broadcast – all about freedom for our nugs
While the purple haze does now pass to another smiling face
Smiling phases of eyes that dilate
Due to something they ate
Some molly or sass – some butter made from grass
Or maybe a handful of stems or a couple caps
You know just for laughs
Some space cake – pez – altoids with an acidic aftertaste
Of such sweet breath – fluff
None of that bunk Spiderman stuff
Only white silver crystals of family kind
Will blow my mind - and let me unwind
Relax and rewind some childhood events
Like making blanket - tent cave fortresses
And watching shadows unfold the wall
Perspective angel’s colors and all - allowing me to just be – chillaxin’ – waxin’ poetically – phon-etically – slippin’ into darkness – under the trance of - finger tip mazes – lost in the motion of still movement – just grazing in the grass - feeling like – you’re all - friends of distinction – what a trip - just watchin as the world goes past – just grazing in the grass is a gas, baby can you dig it
As we all scream - Freedom for our nuggets
In such open fields of endless strains
And prayers for rain - a Van Goughesque sun shield sky
And irrigation for the crop - longing for those tops
The kola’s the peaks - the furthers from the weak and meek
It’s a crystal crescent primal scream crystal method remix
Of delirium dreams restructuring - the scene
Into serene dancing bouncing feet
Screaming freedom for our nuggets
The grateful kanuggets - aren’t we grateful for these nuggets
Sugar coated magnolia nuggets - fire up the ganja
Ok so kanuggets kanuggets kanuggets
Where are my nuggets - did cactus eat my nuggets
Where o’ where for art thou nuggets
I long for you – but you don’t show your face
I sit and wait for smoke to fill this space
For lungs to expand with your grace
In a puff puff pass pace
You nugget are my ace
Put you in my pipe and make a funny face
Cough cough hack cough
Then smile sit back and relax
Nugs are the exlax to my upset mind
Get rid of useless shit all the time
Rye snow nuggets
Oh – kanuggets where for art thou kanuggets
With your red hair flowing – growing – roots to clones
And clones to be flowered – under metal halliod – or HPS
No MSG – on my kanuggets please - no pressure – just love and much TLC - a green thumb and a nice glass piece
Circle round the Ekoostik Hookah
Lookin’ for fire in a bottle – got Jack Straw – speaker singing
One from high gate – blue sky – fine wine – grass tickling shoulder blades – in the distance – hey man, pass the joint this way
Oh kanuggets – my kanuggets of dank stank – never skank
Hovering over in-between thoughts
Of a better society – where our nuggets roam free
With sunshine as company
Going down RT 67 – with rows of corn husks
And nugget trees – in plain visibility – rooted in mother earth
This pure and natural herb
So I do say - freedom for our nuggets
Sitting under giant kanugget pine trees – letting their dandruff – of tri cones - fall upon us like that - of snow in snow globe kanugget scenes
Damsam I love nuggets
Reggae nuggets – natty dread locks
I keep my nugs in a box – or a jar – never keep ‘em to far
Let us smoke them - in a chair - at the fair
Let us share them – on a bus – double decker – in nugs we trust - my name is the captain – sometimes mcmonkgus
It’s women – music – and nuggs I lust
Don’t use metal cuz’ - glass never rusts
Neil Young kanuggets – long Cortez the Killer – Cowgirl in the Sand nuggets - Heart of Gold – Harvest Moon – cannabis cup – plants need to be cut - clipped and trimmed – cured and dried – in time - to stop this rhyme – nugs wouldn’t be a crime
So I do say freedom for these nuggets
Disco nuggets – square flashing floor lights
Feet swaying – got the bee gee’s playing
Smokin’ – THC – sippin’ on Hennessey – lickin’ up fluff
Sweat breath – puddle me
Rollin’ on molly – searchin’ for Jerry - down in Maui
Scuba divin’ – around an Octopus’s Garden
Eating rainforest crunch nuggets - crystal blue – soft – water mosaic - intervals – a fractal comic vortex – of pebbles and sand - see weed – smoke weed - green deep - Deep Banana Blackout - pockets for funk nuggets
So now Maceo – can I count it off
M-1 – 2 – 3 – 4 -20 – and stic.man
I smell skunk nuggets – rolled with dead prez
Into green blunts - blueberry with a burst of big berry taste
Never waste nuggets
Only freedom for all nuggets
Jazz nuggets – Mingus Monk Coltrane nuggets - did you know Louis Armstrong smoked nuggets everyday nuggets
Like at the 4P – the modern day speakeasy – where we love nuggets - soul nuggets – Sam Cooke a change is gonna come nuggets - thick velvet smoke - floating under black light – lite brites - strobe light flashing – bubbles – break dancing popping - flower hippie power – rye – TGI – THC – maybe some BC - or white widow would appease
The yearning – learning freedom for my nuggets
Thinkin’ back to - the modern day Johnny apple seed
Never planting for greed – only for need - for those who bleed
With HIV and cancer eyes - those we should all empathize
For they should never have to run and hide
Just to medicate – to ease the mind - to manipulate the brain to elevate the pain - but instead they are put in a cage
This is what makes me enraged
They should be allowed to smoke their gage
So first we need to set them free and then I’ll think about me
Cause all I wanna do is get high - and let the time slide and glide - as I watch another joint pass on by - it’s amber pop cracklin’ browing white paper - the ez wider – zig zag – joker – hempfire – filled with desire - as Sly’s I wanna take you higher
Absorbs this space - of such sweat taste - it brings a smile to my face - like the romantic tantrics of the fall wind - the tingle touch of skin against skin - watching smoke pour out from within - just watching the smoke come off the rye bread rising
Rising the sound it reverberates-echo’s freedom for all nuggets
Thank you nuggets – birthday nuggets – summer winter solstice nuggets - Kind nuggets – peace nuggets – rye nuggets – one blood nuggets – one love - Nuggets – got nuggets
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Home brewed – home grooved – home grown - real pure true – honest – love - what I’m talking about now – I’m talking about sound - I’m talking about music – I’m talking about love
And what’s coming up – what will be - emanating from this stage – will be not only be heard - but felt - in the key of kind – feeling fine - Keith – the mad hatter - keeping time - on skins – wraps – papers – with Bujak – and 88 black and whites – tickling the melody – falling into the pockets of – papa Eck – and Rev Green Dave blessing’s – of those prismatic diamonds – hovering over – and in between – the spirit – of soft goodness – the glow of motherhood – carrying that pure love – of family – in and amongst us – the energy is beyond words – this unexplained – how to feel home – even when the truth is unkind - notes and space - Taking us home – these smiling faces – these wide eyed optimists – these hopeful beings – these words – these beats – these meanderings of wonder-lust – there is no glitari here – only – true – only pure goodness – this is what I see – this is what I feel – from you – and now It’s time for this rapturous energy to expand – to rise – rise rise – rise – off of this rye bread rising – the steam is not a smoke screen – it’s a guiding light – showing us – pure goodness
Rye bread rising – the steam – becoming a stream of conciseness – a smoke screen – of psychedelic beams - reflecting seams - off – of spiraling – splintered - spinning glitter dust
The particles floating into – prismatic – diamonds - hovering over in-between thoughts - of percipience – sent to eyes
the mirror balls – begin to swell – and the walls begin to breathe – everything here is - pulsating – gyrating
This magnified – hypnotized – mesmerized - continual bliss mystified
And all the while the rye still does rise
Steam smoke screen – here there’s nothing funny about peace love and understanding - it’s our scene - so serene – and no one here is all that mean
the dragon - well he’s still on the sofa – sittin’ next to a fire - that hasn’t gone out – the flames – dancing lights and shadows – blurring the lines - of the phantasmal hippie pride – of flower child smiles – no more miles of aisles Joni – just smiles – revealed in the variety - of only the highest quality – fine kind - dank dark and light green – got nuggets
Bowls of nuggets – Count Choco la nugget – Captain kanugget crunch - and munch – housin’ some nugs – on rye with great white leafs - I’ll have 7 grain – 12 grain nugget - kanugget flavored tofu – soy boy – oh boy healthy nuggets
Or maybe Domino’s has nuggets - I could order up - a supreme nugget pie - with extra nugs – Oh and I’ll have - a dozen kanugget kola’s - with hot sauce on the side
Or maybe some beer battered nuggets – or some Stir Fried Strawberry cheesecake ice cream – hot fudge whip cream and sprinkled nuggets – and then for desert – some double bubble – jungle rumblin’ up – a couple hits from the bong
That’s right Cheri – we’re feeling strong – when we all get along
Ok now – there’s good nuggets and great nuggets - never bad nuggets - only commerish and swag monster - with brown dirt weed – although Kind is the best - so we’ll make oils – rope soap – and maybe some Rye Threads to patch work quilt up some Halfstep – welcoming home old friends – with the rest
and it’s that rye rye – puff puff that gets me high - by and by it gets me - tongue twisted and tied – I cannot lie – it’s nugs that help me to jive strive and survive
and as I see it now - it’s another nugget - rhyme time philosophy - delivered through the captain - with one good eye
Speaking prose that flow and grow - like buds of green atop the tallest trees - spreading stories through beans and leaf
Like Damnsam - puttin’ on this Harvest Fest – man - year after year – never fear it’ll be here there and eventually everywhere
That we decide to - dance and sing – and like kid
we’ll be smokin’ funny things – seein’ funky dreams – just movin’ groovin’ to the beat – tappin’ our feet – to the plan – all about peace and love – while we spread these seeds - across the land
Teaching every child woman and man
To take dirt into hand – plant a seed and grow a tree
And then through - dissipating smoke rings - dreams and fantasies - in the morning air to scream
Freedom for all nuggets
Of such sticky stench they drench - this atmosphere
With whirling twirling – swirling – paisley patterns
Of spiraling smoke scattering a dizzying vortex of rainbow essence
And in that - fresh morning dew scent – lingers the memory – of that big welcoming - hopeful smile – the one we all lost – at the 8-9-95 mile marker - how it went away on some August day – yet still resides in our hearts – you can feel the linear melodies – taking us into – the beauty of good – the wonder of home – yup that’s Spud pickin’ on the five string – how we miss ‘em – big ups to you - and much love – but for now – back to our broadcast – all about freedom for our nugs
While the purple haze does now pass to another smiling face
Smiling phases of eyes that dilate
Due to something they ate
Some molly or sass – some butter made from grass
Or maybe a handful of stems or a couple caps
You know just for laughs
Some space cake – pez – altoids with an acidic aftertaste
Of such sweet breath – fluff
None of that bunk Spiderman stuff
Only white silver crystals of family kind
Will blow my mind - and let me unwind
Relax and rewind some childhood events
Like making blanket - tent cave fortresses
And watching shadows unfold the wall
Perspective angel’s colors and all - allowing me to just be – chillaxin’ – waxin’ poetically – phon-etically – slippin’ into darkness – under the trance of - finger tip mazes – lost in the motion of still movement – just grazing in the grass - feeling like – you’re all - friends of distinction – what a trip - just watchin as the world goes past – just grazing in the grass is a gas, baby can you dig it
As we all scream - Freedom for our nuggets
In such open fields of endless strains
And prayers for rain - a Van Goughesque sun shield sky
And irrigation for the crop - longing for those tops
The kola’s the peaks - the furthers from the weak and meek
It’s a crystal crescent primal scream crystal method remix
Of delirium dreams restructuring - the scene
Into serene dancing bouncing feet
Screaming freedom for our nuggets
The grateful kanuggets - aren’t we grateful for these nuggets
Sugar coated magnolia nuggets - fire up the ganja
Ok so kanuggets kanuggets kanuggets
Where are my nuggets - did cactus eat my nuggets
Where o’ where for art thou nuggets
I long for you – but you don’t show your face
I sit and wait for smoke to fill this space
For lungs to expand with your grace
In a puff puff pass pace
You nugget are my ace
Put you in my pipe and make a funny face
Cough cough hack cough
Then smile sit back and relax
Nugs are the exlax to my upset mind
Get rid of useless shit all the time
Rye snow nuggets
Oh – kanuggets where for art thou kanuggets
With your red hair flowing – growing – roots to clones
And clones to be flowered – under metal halliod – or HPS
No MSG – on my kanuggets please - no pressure – just love and much TLC - a green thumb and a nice glass piece
Circle round the Ekoostik Hookah
Lookin’ for fire in a bottle – got Jack Straw – speaker singing
One from high gate – blue sky – fine wine – grass tickling shoulder blades – in the distance – hey man, pass the joint this way
Oh kanuggets – my kanuggets of dank stank – never skank
Hovering over in-between thoughts
Of a better society – where our nuggets roam free
With sunshine as company
Going down RT 67 – with rows of corn husks
And nugget trees – in plain visibility – rooted in mother earth
This pure and natural herb
So I do say - freedom for our nuggets
Sitting under giant kanugget pine trees – letting their dandruff – of tri cones - fall upon us like that - of snow in snow globe kanugget scenes
Damsam I love nuggets
Reggae nuggets – natty dread locks
I keep my nugs in a box – or a jar – never keep ‘em to far
Let us smoke them - in a chair - at the fair
Let us share them – on a bus – double decker – in nugs we trust - my name is the captain – sometimes mcmonkgus
It’s women – music – and nuggs I lust
Don’t use metal cuz’ - glass never rusts
Neil Young kanuggets – long Cortez the Killer – Cowgirl in the Sand nuggets - Heart of Gold – Harvest Moon – cannabis cup – plants need to be cut - clipped and trimmed – cured and dried – in time - to stop this rhyme – nugs wouldn’t be a crime
So I do say freedom for these nuggets
Disco nuggets – square flashing floor lights
Feet swaying – got the bee gee’s playing
Smokin’ – THC – sippin’ on Hennessey – lickin’ up fluff
Sweat breath – puddle me
Rollin’ on molly – searchin’ for Jerry - down in Maui
Scuba divin’ – around an Octopus’s Garden
Eating rainforest crunch nuggets - crystal blue – soft – water mosaic - intervals – a fractal comic vortex – of pebbles and sand - see weed – smoke weed - green deep - Deep Banana Blackout - pockets for funk nuggets
So now Maceo – can I count it off
M-1 – 2 – 3 – 4 -20 – and stic.man
I smell skunk nuggets – rolled with dead prez
Into green blunts - blueberry with a burst of big berry taste
Never waste nuggets
Only freedom for all nuggets
Jazz nuggets – Mingus Monk Coltrane nuggets - did you know Louis Armstrong smoked nuggets everyday nuggets
Like at the 4P – the modern day speakeasy – where we love nuggets - soul nuggets – Sam Cooke a change is gonna come nuggets - thick velvet smoke - floating under black light – lite brites - strobe light flashing – bubbles – break dancing popping - flower hippie power – rye – TGI – THC – maybe some BC - or white widow would appease
The yearning – learning freedom for my nuggets
Thinkin’ back to - the modern day Johnny apple seed
Never planting for greed – only for need - for those who bleed
With HIV and cancer eyes - those we should all empathize
For they should never have to run and hide
Just to medicate – to ease the mind - to manipulate the brain to elevate the pain - but instead they are put in a cage
This is what makes me enraged
They should be allowed to smoke their gage
So first we need to set them free and then I’ll think about me
Cause all I wanna do is get high - and let the time slide and glide - as I watch another joint pass on by - it’s amber pop cracklin’ browing white paper - the ez wider – zig zag – joker – hempfire – filled with desire - as Sly’s I wanna take you higher
Absorbs this space - of such sweat taste - it brings a smile to my face - like the romantic tantrics of the fall wind - the tingle touch of skin against skin - watching smoke pour out from within - just watching the smoke come off the rye bread rising
Rising the sound it reverberates-echo’s freedom for all nuggets
Thank you nuggets – birthday nuggets – summer winter solstice nuggets - Kind nuggets – peace nuggets – rye nuggets – one blood nuggets – one love - Nuggets – got nuggets
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Home brewed – home grooved – home grown - real pure true – honest – love - what I’m talking about now – I’m talking about sound - I’m talking about music – I’m talking about love
And what’s coming up – what will be - emanating from this stage – will be not only be heard - but felt - in the key of kind – feeling fine - Keith – the mad hatter - keeping time - on skins – wraps – papers – with Bujak – and 88 black and whites – tickling the melody – falling into the pockets of – papa Eck – and Rev Green Dave blessing’s – of those prismatic diamonds – hovering over – and in between – the spirit – of soft goodness – the glow of motherhood – carrying that pure love – of family – in and amongst us – the energy is beyond words – this unexplained – how to feel home – even when the truth is unkind - notes and space - Taking us home – these smiling faces – these wide eyed optimists – these hopeful beings – these words – these beats – these meanderings of wonder-lust – there is no glitari here – only – true – only pure goodness – this is what I see – this is what I feel – from you – and now It’s time for this rapturous energy to expand – to rise – rise rise – rise – off of this rye bread rising – the steam is not a smoke screen – it’s a guiding light – showing us – pure goodness
The Green Trident Pierces the Side Creating a Diversion and
The Green Trident Pierces the Side Creating a Diversion and
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