my pain, your pain, whose gain?

The late night blues inhabits my tired face
Staring at me under my skin windows
Street lights where eyes could be an empty space
Speed away from thought, sprinting in limbo

Get to my sanctuary, my happy place
Troubles so near, but I’m in outer space
Headphone in each ear, a measure of grace
Spaceship made of words, melody and bass

Pain recedes behind a curtain of noise
Anesthetized by drugs, dance and the beat
Little kids these days play with grown up toys
Poisons and chemicals feeding the street

Psychedelic tourists, mind spelunkers
We search for meaning by going insane
Always striving for more, higher, drunker
We just hope our lives can handle the strain

The world gets smaller as you grow bigger
Don’t tell me that I am living so free
While any hand sits upon the trigger
As long as I live I will never be

so don’t give a fuck, the truth’s been laid bare
naked, ugly, grotesque don’t even care

bored @ work

well i say god damn this shit is real
time to break it off let it sit and heal
gotta watch out or my life's a meal
time to ball hard like jerel mcneal

just gonna keep up, high on pineapple kush
flying past the worlds blurring in a rush
fucked up, dumb like I was george bush
which reminds me, its time i fuckin CRRRUSH

these goddam verses, smash em to bits
hit the mike so hard never callin quits
quick to attack with verbs over drum kits
funky fresh like the musk from my pits
funkmaster flex is providing the hits!

now do it right like the funky five
those soul laced brothers who brought it live
they brought hip hop alive with jive
gave me a standard for which to strive

now those were just some warm up verses
rhymin braggin, a mix of bullshit and curses
this the shit that employs nurses
this the shit that be stealing purses
this the shit that requires hearses
this the shit a hiphop head reverses

(scratch back)

now its time to spit it true spit it from the heart
time for some oral explusion, spitting far and near
call me what you will, for you i'll play that part
i mean i'm just spitballing here but gimme your ear

shall i compare thee to a summer night?
thou art as enfolding and seductive
nocturnal kick it with you feels so right
intoxicating and self destructive

the soft breeze of a tired day departs
nightfall brings excitment, danger and pain
stuck on page one, the story never starts
gotta chance it all for a hint of gain

and like the night's end you bring the dawn
illuminating, my soul's icy peaks
and somehow awake, never see a yawn
attention, focus, complete when she speaks

my compass only points one direction
true north to you, magnetic attraction

see that shit i just dropped a sonnet
flow tighter than an amish bonnet
wrappin up those kids so repressive
rumspringa allows them to live progressive
everybody needs to go wild once in awhile
but the secret is to do it with style

the family motto: Nothing in moderation

Wax Attacks the Stax*

My momma told me to go wax profound
So I’ma drop this earwax on ya, pound for pound
My rhymes rise high above the sound
So fly my feet don’t touch the ground

so soar with me above the street
rise up like balloons tied to your feet
let the hot air pull you head over heels
float away girl take off those heels
take off your cool your shield and your dress
and let me show you how to unleash the stress
find some release inside my caress
turn you from ice queen to a hot mess
in my arms you’ll melt oh yes

The balancing act, the route to tomorrow
This is the path that I must follow
Between extremes and above divisions
i see a new day, I’m having visions
a new element, new face, third heat
time to move on down the street
run past the block on words so fleet

Got a little Buddha belly but she don’t mind
Cares flow out when you exhale this kind
And she don’t see me when we in the bed
Not when she starin at the back of her head
Pupils go back, whites of the eyes
Fire away when you see these lies
Tell no lies, truth is we start fires
Wake the whole world up with her cries

RandomInstrumentalFreeWrites

Writing to myself in this empty room
Won’t let it drop don’t break too soon
Can’t stop it now let it rise to the moon

So here I come atcha gonna ride the beat
Taste this come sweeter than Tahitian treat
Rockin you down town in the Midwest
Gonna flow real smooth release my stress
Get some bullshit off my chest

So here I flow under the glow
Of these smiling faces, genuine places
Nights where I fly, nights that I die
Back on the grind on the hustle, working a job, selling my muscle
My labor my brain my time my pain
For a paycheck, All of it goes down the drain

Yo hear these words drip down this pen
Out of jail I’m stepping in / bout to rip it off need aspirin
Hurt your back like spasms / comin at you in waves like orgasms
Lyrical ear is full, here we go, feelin true
A brain full of organic fu
Like kung pao fist your chicken
Come on baby lets get to lickin
To your bod I’m gonna be stickin
Cuz you are so damn finger licken / good

Some dr. evil shit right here!
Bout to launch like Big Boy/ in space looks like a big toy
Just a man in there/ The enemy of joy
Fightin Austin powers, never gonna win
Gonna lose your life to a sultan of sin
King of the swingers fucked you up
Lost the war your cat’s hair ka-put
Frozen solid now whats what

But here he comes back again it’s the doctor
Jekyll to your hyde but its all one actor
Mike is both, so be like mike / Into life you gotta strike
Accept yourself, like to like / love to love self is like
Love to others brings it home / helps to stabilize the dome

Austin needs it, he’s so randy
Needs that pussy sweet like candy
That’s what keeps him feelin dandy
Fuckin English broads, Italian birds
Fuk me fuk yu askin hey girls, room for thirds?
No wheel with him he pulls you in, fucks so hard bitches need aspirin
Afterwards lie back, bitches goin spin daddy, spin

Oh my god I can taste the beat! SYNESTHESIA

Taste the beat on your tongue let roll down into your lung
Inhale this genius that’s been spun / breathe in the woven sun
Lets go smell green and eat around
Time to touch up the sound and feel the ground
Keep beat with your feet don’t look so hard
Keep your eyes tuned to this frequency / while we hear what we can see
The beat is alive its where we be
Senses get crossed in orbit / playin all parts like norbit
Life is art says synechdoche
Make your art from your story



*playing right now on my iTunes is the CD "Stax: The Soul of HipHop"

madison insomniac shit

Dead bugs litter my sheets / yet still they spring anew, alive

Seeking the light / obeying their coding
Their design/ modus operandi
Seek out the light
If only we were so noble
So willing/able to sacrifice

So misguided
The light is synthetic, mechanic, prosthetic
True light springs from the stars / and is
The fabric of existence
Ha! Truly physics is the opiate of the masses/ the religion of those with glasses

Comforting sureties / built on quantum absurdities

Built by madmen, prophets and pencil pushers
Lechers and zealots and computers

The bugs begin to dive bomb me / they attack the nose – my weakest point
No kamikaze strike here. This is not pearl harbor
I am forewarned, forearmed, the aggressor god
These bugs are not Japanese (nor is the reverse true)
Although they seek the light too
We all do


interpesonal mathematics

geometries of skin, geometries of sin
shapes bisected, created by what we wear
fantastic patters within your hair
lines and whorls, complex curls
partitioned by a strap, necklace or a cap
oh how you make me want to do math
if taught this way it’d be my path
one plus one equals we, could that be
but one and one is two and that is true
my math is abstract, fanciful and secret
yours seems real, earthy and pragmatic
I know my math doesn’t stick
So its back to yours on automatic
Go through the motions, feel moronic
But inside I’m wild, feel dramatic
Tensions builds, get pressure, static
Gonna have to do something drastic
Time to make this math fantastic

BiPolarDrivingPoetry

Feel the wind blowing through your hair
Driving down the highway in the sun
Watch out for that thousand yard stare
Cuz if your mind wanders you’ll be done
End up like deer, dismembered, apart
So drive safe, be cool, live smart
If you die I’d need your heart
To replace mine that’d break
Accidents at 80 MPH ain’t no joke
Can turn a human body into steak
Meat and bone, no self bespoke
So drive smart and give me hope

lets get wild, reckless, speed past the limit
widows down, minds open, no time to quit
gonna rock on till the dawn light breaks
fuck shit up, make some mistakes
bad decisions like my name was bush
get dumb like we smoking afghani kush
puffin some dro, blunts and bongs
get so gone I don’t know the songs
that I’m playin, yet still stayin
raw, uncut, pure in the moment
fuck past and future this is present shit