"I fly"

I fly
I fly like eagle
I fly

Born into clauses
but my soul will not be strapped.

My claws,
no line close.
My claws
tear time into tones,
ripping walls off dialed phones,
and you frequently
call home,
call this your home.
clone,
drone,
sheep,
died
dead
deciet,
debts defeated,
vanished and pleadin,
weakness,
trembeling fetus,
glass shards,
oblivion
and human reguards.
mama earth's garden grows
renewed,
rerooted,
and paddled at the base,
pick up sticks,
and put um,
in place,
gut dig,
central twig,
flows flourished between us,
bicycle bets,
the rest just fits into place,
like flowered tree blooms
spring silent tunes
atop surfaces at random,
spring time snow,
time to let go,
turns taken leading and following
hollow rings
buzz
buzz
bees
sticking to my hoodie,
like I'm the honey,
and they made me
they're proud,
they just came back to claim me
douse me in yellow rbbons
crisply molded together
is the present
the future
isthe past,
basting
in the middle somewhere
is the first
is the last,
is the gate
is the heart

is the closed,
is the knatty insects,
is the knarely rest.

pushin'
We be pushin'
pushin,
through portals of people,
you got me
grinnin,
and chinnin,
grinnin, and chinnin,
green where I gripped it.

Tell the fetus's
let them know
mama earth is home,
and ready to birth,
we coerse this universe,
preserving birth
while bombarded by new season treason,
Way far off in the distance,
new Decipals
and new Dimensions.
Now is the time.

The babylometers ticked off
ticked off
ticked off
you got a time piece in your pocket,
and they call it a watch.
We below
we way below
we belows'
we below's
we way below
thats how the wind blows
thats how I
window.
We went back in time
by heading forward
we went back in time
Get up today
said
I said today
get up
get up today
get your head right for the children,
you got a gift ma'
gotta get my
gotta get my
head right for the children.

As we're bombarded with new season treason,
renaming natural things
for profit and curfew
stores are whores
and they do deplore more.
Mr. Robber,
We're mobbin through hoods,
kidnapped corn fields,
and molested lands,
working together,
United Calised Hands,
Re-planting the back woods,
creating community
up to nothing but good,
labeled terrorists,
we are citizens,
pyro's,
artists,
aliens,
and all,
Daddy's little carbon copy prodigy,
this cradles gonna fall,
divided strands of fractaled citizenship,

Our nebular dominion
has wax banded candle-stick-wits together
enabeling this phallic empire to fall,
faccist ashes and all.
faccist ashes and all.


"I bouted and bottled the source"

I bouted and bottled the source
I bouted and bottled the source
took a detour,
divorced my course and changed horses
I bouted and bottled the source
I bouted and bottled the source
took a detour
divorced my horse and changed courses

Paved the hedges
and buttered the ledges
legends descripted
and scrupulously gift seed wishes
trindled the trees,
they shelfed um�
and called them divisions

From coast to coast
they mirrored the coops,
and rotated the pole
from coast to coast,
they mirrored the coops
and rotated the pole.

Pull siskiyou
and siska me,
skitzo infested
and skitzo free

it�s good to be free.
Male mail delivery
oblong brought synchronicity
chaos maliced the chase
and we made mutable serenity
so she�d be safe.
Cornered hope and centered the flow

Look for me now
look for me left
I plowed silence by bystander�s
browsed brow
channeled change into now.
And created elevation with the know how
known nouns act as
active agitated birthed birds
and verbed the channel
in order to barricade change to it.
Burned in Lou of it
til it bent bridges

bent bridges,
been ditchen the chellice,
No trellis to tell of us.

They changed burden into snuffable dust
and platter served it to us.
Stretch the rust to get a clear view
on insights truth.


They tried and tried
but when they were through
no success in muting the youth
They tried and tried
but when they were through
no success in muting the youth.

Channel changed
free range,
they ranked us
by spittle flaws
and fallaced clauses,
face the causes
struck,
clucked,
and gum-shooed out of luck.
Blessed the budah spliff
and twisted the rift.

I bouted and bottled the source
I bouted and bottled the source
took a detour divorced my horse,
and changed courses.

Fisted the rich
and retorted the rhetoric
I shanked time
and blinded all of its watchers
Round about a pattered plain
round about a gaveled shane