Monday, June 8, 2009

Shift

Bacterias
says the spanish kid
dat why no me tocas . . . .
olympics in the non traditional sense
taking extreme precautions
extreme social anxiety
I have the own definition of life standards
but see I keep changing them
then changing them back to keep
myself out of trouble
with myself
and don't be triangulating on the loxe tip.
Mixing it all up like a salad.

Monday, May 25, 2009

?

Unforgivable donations to self respect
confused potential mates
rape everyone but the willing
alcoholic jobless songwriters
chasing nirvana
who all want loxe from her
one form or another
moving keys
non profits
bullshit self-help
cults profiting
needing to read
oh its you again . . .
I thought I told you
to
let it die
false attraction
I want you to get some action

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Stir


Oooohhhh La La

Familiar faces
can't speak cause of dirty laundry
busy bees
tragic loxe
hateful
body language
swimming pool music club
Here to hear the band
your favorite makeout
hang out spot
go and getty
I could leave when I'm ready
plain tired of it all
50 crunches
belly time
round lunches
the perfect Sunday
fading taste of the alcohol
in the mind
gone
left behind electricity
on the ball simplicity
work.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Forget the lines

Negotiating pay with vendors
do the production
go home in the winter
finally all gather round
to witness this sound
great
too early to tell
if they like it beer spiked it
telling its swell
first they said take off the shirt
so many times working full time
on keeping it on
part of the mission
is to wake up
your decision
have
consciousness
have living
breathing
constituents
a pronoun for the hills of
artemis
growing, born and part of this
comma
play with ducks
quack
feed them animals
ripping it sometimes
cannibal
saw Hannibal
feasting on brains
its understandable
can it get to the mind
slander build
rakes and fakes
cold superstars
undying passion
hashing
through a cookie jar
put the hand in deep
grabbing a guitar
start playing Creep
emotional bizzar

come get your hand bags
or a new purse
street slang
is the thang
popping hearse
still stuffing beers
and cigaretts from the nurse

scooping up Orion
up into the mountians
protection from lack of um
good sweet be doubting
discover life's about
counting
children not pouting

Sharaaade
a dancer
prolific entrancer
influencing the young
mama bee stung
that son of a gun
rubbed off and died
family cried
say to myself
that was a lie
convince her
recneps
good try

Sorry I left too soon
mind bereft at noon
body was there
old groom
goodbye to mistakes
lit birthday cakes
death to the break
over the house
push it
swing again
never falling in
art in the kitchen
falling out was a sin

He's a piece of work
taken like it hurt
pain in the dirt
writes a name in the shirt
closer friend
let's tell . . . not
Ready for the big
flesh pot?
OOoo weeee
highlight the day
give it to em once
make it run away
race, games,
project Heart
dames shame
way that it are

kicked out on separate accounts
loxe- reckless abandonment
astonishment
obvious
haunt this shit
scared to say no
boom IT goes
an 8 month row
convenient stow
no lapse in the flow

big bartender is a play
once on top turned it away
curious
asleep you see
back and fourth
back to me
goes on long
honestly
but no let on's
stronger's free

Gotta move gotta move gotta move
time could tell the groove
pat on the back silky smooth
pull back the girl got a gun and a fuse



























Sunday, April 19, 2009

Rap Ding Thing GOD



Only one follower . . . .

God diversified god divided

good god gotta write about it

getting close to yourself

close to your health

me you and god lost in someone else

the hand that god dealt the way that it felt

when he left the water made your little heart melt

god is the water and I am it's daughter

another martyr to slaughter

truth for faith it's a barter

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Take my breath away




Stay away from Marlboro reds

They'll make cough up your innards

like a beginner

was working on

I can loxe you from afar

no one has to know it is about

a male bird

no one ever steps to him like that

Monday, March 9, 2009







Stumble around in my memory trying to find the door?

There is no exit sign per say . . .

Clean rooms in there make you feel good . . .

Promoting 2 different M I C ' s

Lost the wheels on the bike

Gave myself an up date

how long I let you downplay

my plan

I could not make you

understand

not that you wanted to

I've got more to manage

than your attention

I've got my own

chalice

wake up from the dream

Alice does not want to

compare

it to

fallice

although it was neat ; )









yrros siht si etal.