stupid advice

there is this place that can be accessed by using higher intelligence
it doesn't take higher education to get there
it can certainly help but be curious that's what you were made to be
be yourself but be honest and not too distracted
you know the way
you can feel it
if you cant feel it let it come
take out the things that don't work
don't settle just for what's easy
fight for your place
don't take shit
stand up
be counted
humility sometimes is giving up
know the difference
feel the truth
make it work
find a way.

earthling

how writing it down makes it go down easier
make a drink
stop and think
write shit down
make a mockery of the miserable existence you make
make something better
improve
move down the lane and pick up some pointers along the way
there are people who wan to help you
not many i would agree
and there are a lot of folks ready to kick your ass
take your shirt and fuck your corpse but that's part of this ugly business
survive
feel alive and try
give a mother fuck and get shit-people out of your life
live with strife and read some shit that others went through
you're not the first nor last
place your spot in the history of time
where you are
what shit you're going through
human condition
see it through
not alone
really never
it feels like this feeling will never end
you're isolated lost and alone
but you are an animal
and animals are part of this planet
you are connected
the universe understands your pain
your pain is part of this tapestry
woven in with your DNA
part of the fabric of life
you are part of this tapestry
you are part of this experience
take refuge in this part
connection at a the universal
part of the process
part of the people
part of the kingdom
part of this place.

positive gripings

pour another tall one
drown out sounds
make smooth edges from chards
shrapnel stuck in sides and arms
irritation and procrastination make good bedfellows
post mortem postmodernism precludes poverty
it's in streets and people you meet
there are sounds identifying it
place
context
religion
fight infection
redirect interference
post apocalyptic sound vibration
systematic mind motivation
words of exercise
post modern enterprise
drink and smoke lines of coke
the madness all consuming
alcohol cannabis sugar caffeine
right and wrong christian swan song
make smooth the edges
refine the moment as if it were a food
product manufacturing simplicity
in obscure obscene complexity
take another drink
another pull
make a break for the corner man
your dealer man the man that can
make a run
get the deal done
you continue on the run
it won't matter if you do the clean and sober
it's never over
this is forever
this is alway
this is reality
this is it
you are not dreaming
come to gripes with reality brother
sister
manager mister
it comes and goes
there are things out there that make it all worthwhile
that kills the hours when it's so fast you can't take it all in till later
out with friends connecting on planetary gravitation
it's not thought out it's organic and it's making things fall into place
drawing together resources energies
making plans and enjoying the small the precious
like when it all comes together
when life fulfills overwhelms breaks through the surface
a flash which lingers only long enough to become an idea
of an experience that you cherish to then end if you know it really is the end
and you suffer no more
poor human condition
nobody told you the truth from the beginning or you would have
opted out before this undertaking
no choice is given you are here and make the best you can
or are delt because life as a human here on earth is a crap shoot
a chance at greatness failure mediocrity

rain in December

it's cold and raining again
time to go out and make things happen
i've lost the hardness of east coast winter
california sunshine syndrome
pull out the base layers
put on the bad weather game face

it's cold and raining outside
not really all that cold
not really raining all that hard

losing my lover's drive
letting in the business of business
drive rainy nights into paying off
that which needs to be paid

closing down the old shop
the family business
where the heart beats
where there's love found on city streest
brings dreams that can't pay
off the head in the clouds

the rain continues
my head still in storm clouds
where you at when blue sky's halo
and the sunlit day show
how far you still have to go.

Bad News

struggling to make it make sense
rat racing across angry gridlocked streets
tacky blacktop blisters overheating engine blocks
street drain covers steaming hiss
it's all a muggy mess

gridlocked interstate commerce
commute times increasing
there's panic on these filthy streets
a virus is taking seed
it's only getting hotter

fires ignite
curfew sirens and floodlights
light up the night
there is a panic setting in
growing internal turmoil

the unrest spills out to the street
public leaders plead for calm
the race to the bottom is on
out come the sewer rats
fat cats send out their muscle

lines are drawn and only
blood moves them
the fight for the right to fight
was won and continues
damages are inflicted and received

believers and others make themselves
betray which lets reason and lessons
never remembered go away
good stock and good breading
the vultures continue feeding

waiting for the final act
a requiem for a dream vision quest
for the rest of you waiting for
your own messiah coming
to save the day you look west.

Mother

rotten smell fast approaching nostrils
there's bad shit all over this place
inside it's worse
there are bodies and bodies and bodies stacked
naked emaciated bodies stacked neatly
naked emaciated bodies strewn haphazardly
it's madness there can be no other way to explain
the story goes on and on and on again
repeating itself as some kind of warning unheeded
rise and fall empires peak decline rebuild seek and destroy
bodies pile up and are crushed under new boots
which produce more bodies that begin to pile up
is there not a better way forward
a learning curve a moment of clarity a step from this reality
i understand the nature of it
nature destroys what cannot exist

faith

friday the 13th
a day like any other but rather a reasonably bad
day
at least later in said day
a place where children play
at home on screens
at ponts we scream
curse words and insults
razors sharp schrapnel
exploded onto one another
face to face
a fight for control
a fight for this place
our home our house
this thing that is my
responsibility to keep
up above all 4 of us
and im not trusted
reprimanded and disgusted
frustration and resentment
past future present problematic
the reasons and the facts is
keeping tabs and going off
hardcore run to the front door
and out to cool down in the
swelter California climate conspiracy
truth and fact be dismayed
delayed and cancelled for the season
no grace no wisdom no reason
where we go now is up in the air
like it always seems to be
should we stay or should we go now
the only band that really matters
and somehow all the matters discussed
turns tight and loud and i cant trust
any judgements
cant put it down to make it
work right.

7 stitches

out with the fast group
riding with confidence
making the splits
filling the gaps
doing a turn or two
with 2 to go
inside line plenty space
head down not looking
plant reaching out for my
handlebars and
down straight to ground
skin struggles
is lost
and pain gaping elbow
blood dripping
nothing broken
i say to myself happy
and sorry to the bloke beside me
i took out or
rather the plant took out
reaching out to put things
into perspective
enjoy the ride crashes and all
cause tomorrow is never
a done deal.

hope in the hour of dread

listen up
the current line up is
continuing the status quo
the ones making me slow
ones that go low

start moving faster
the direction up
false starts behind us
making progress

listen when light shines
global vision divine
senses expression

fierce fighting for a piece
at last a place to rest in pease

please
you are the hope
the truth
the light
take flight
lift the heavens
organize hell
put it back to how it used to be

always back to unity

stick it out

times roll up in sleeves
into woodsttained leaves
cant make sense of any of it
life is weird on top and full of shit

where do you land
hard work slight of hand
play your cards right
hit the big time today or tonight

it always fall away
the pain the pleasure
life's magical moments
keeping it together

it's interesting
it hits real hard
unforgiving unapologetic
monsters roam wild here

there are places in flashes
ice-cream smiles burned to ashes
bitter root and passion fruit
you gotta be one tough son of bitch

give up hope
stay to the end
listen to the inner
embrace impossible
stick it out.

work

im tired
it's age
it's life stage
it's life's work
it's work
it's work till you cant
it's work till you're done
it's work then you're done
then there is none.

mixed up and married 2005

getting lighted

wanting a good light for cycling

not just to be seen but to see.

you looked thru darkness to find me

I wanted your light

we saw flashes of chances.

these things help us recover from life damages

fuel forces to reckon with

find a problem and FIX IT!

godamn human

soliciting reproach gods

by your sins

and not one among us

least we be yeast for folly's feast

there are ways of manuvering thru

trafficed streets missing no beats

and right on thru

messenger battered too

lingering moments like when

your hair is in my nose

we have lept and fallen

rising togeher in salty nights riot

you colored your hair just tonight

and I love it your natural color

as I do your deep pools

get lost in

brown eyes

don't try and hide from me

we both know the score

we both owe

big time

I unwind with kind

on the bicycle

up mountain

and down

your store selection

will increase as markets

retail me

our offspring

wellsprung

seed ground

home grown showing their own

system faint

failure lurking

listless sharks

attacking from boredom

I love you day in and out

your style changes

we become strangers

you lost me one night

i come to your side

tonight

we have fought

we will fight

love me now

for the moment

just tight

make things better again

wondering possibilities

lazy man drizzles

past procrast

leave to the last

squeek the corners

iron edges

you came to me

on a limb

and I branch by

unaware till your body

companies mine

I see your potential

you see mine.

till the end of time

we are markedly intertwined

your blood and mine

two children we

make them our image

and we are frightened by

what we see.

I love you and you me

making love to see us by

kissing deep blue

till mouths are dry

let's keep working

together.

the End

in the land where they let the children cry
they are separating families
they are chipping and cutting
the lanes are drawn
understanding has left memory

inside the mind of modern mankind
woman takeover
use your power
change the structure

in a land where the children cry
and nobody bothers
where the ladder is well worn
and bloodied
bodies falling away as
a few move swiftly up top
where the air is clear to breath
live life to the fullest
rape and pillage like the rest

inside the mind of modern time
a village
the universal truth
mankind falls
womankind along with
and the story ends.

nike says just do it

why does it suck so bad
when does it end
what is the meaning

works of words
sounds and flurries
marks inside brain matter

it's not useful
science has spoken
no one is listening

make use of patterns
sound out images
learn the lingo

out in the dark
shots sound out
missing marks and redundancy

there are answers
so many questions
make the reason

for Nahuel

sharing is caring
i sit with my ten year old son
his birthday is days away
we share a poem
write it down
and put it out

it doesn't matter how it's done
grammar aside
no sense can be made of certain
lines and words
they are just lines and words
meaningless and efficacious

in progress

overwhelmed, outnumbered, encumbered
the struggle to keep rails
and train on the same
it's cold in here
so long to have a ground
a deep ass ground going way down
support in some familiar, reassuring solid
where rest is possible
take a breath
take a rest

the quit

the quit
there it was powerless
unconnected
restricted and rejected
time to put an end to it
put it down and
get out

falling down
frustrated for all the wrong reasons
leaving yourself behind
lacking respect
must redirect

inside there are parts
still working
filling out the space
putting things in their place
cant feel my insides tho
is it really time to go

force the issue
put paid to negative ideas
set up a pace
resolve this space
keep it grounded

rebound it
pass this down the trail
move on doctor
keep the train on the rail
the mind is a terrible thing.

coming doom (fascist state)

when walls are closing in
the bottom drops out
people squeezed
people falling

decisions to make
limited options
stuck on the treadmill
running ever harder
running faster
running for your life

pulled into the raging
sea of humanity
washing up on
first world beaches
bleaching skin
suntan lotion

there are troubles everywhere
they keep you occupied
running on the treadmill
sitting into the shining square light
eating yourself to death
picking you own favorite variety poison

training

empty the energy systems fueling
the effort
push it out
all that stuff inside you making
you numb and angry
figure the percent
make adjustments and forge on

keeping the pace and the pain
register mitochondria densities
figure out you the way to
faster
spin and spin the wattage watcher

act out

sing it out loud
there is something so loud
it's making me and making you crazy
it's time to make it stop

state the case
make connections
start the communications
it's time for changes

politicians better than priests
no time for retreat
stamp down interruptions
bypass the distractions

it doesn't let you in
you are not invited
you are the problem
you are the solution

get up off your ass
make a difference
find you place
make a plan

life is one big run
your pace must change
run faster toward taking a stand
stand you ground man

Fairy Tale

so there it was in rainbow colors
telling it like it was
fight the sound
neon colors
frightened by visions
remember time space interpretations

there again it was
it is and will be
there in the distance
infant of your goddamn face
spitting intellectual spit
flying in the face of intelligence

you're better off taking your chances
the less you know the more you don't know
entertain elemental science
release hormonal response mechanism
there are better days to come

inspire inner sanctums
slave master to nocturnal endeavors
the more you know the more you show
make your system adaptive
feel your roots dig in deeper.

finish the story
it ends in an all too familiar scene
men in silence
women crying softly in the background
a man hanging from a southern tree

bring me your tired
your homeless
your never ending need to have more
bring your friends
show the world
make money
make as much money
as you can
you are not here long
rape and pillage
there is no hope
the stories heard as a child
were lies
you will not work
on this earth

and the story continues
the love and loss
endings bring new beginnings
what is lost becomes found
it never makes sense
it's called life
you have to figure it out alone
and you will leave here alone
there you have it.