I am a father to my father
my father is now a child as I look upon him with
wonder and bewilderment as he makes his next move.
I am a father to a child who at one time, I called father.
I sent my mother father’s day cards until I realized
every day I am walking, breathing and communicating,
it is her day…
I do not participate in pastimes and national holidays,
in some ways I am just like my father
but I have no children and no wife to look after and provide for.
… So I declare myself free.
I have made peace so now I sit back and watch
as my father scribbles on the wall with a syringe.
I am a father to a child who at one time, I called father.

The sun is shining down on the liquor store…
The sun is shining down on the liquor store…

here it comes, here comes the sun
the ice is defrosting, the awning is dripping
musicians jump out of a van of equipment
the bums started skipping for whiskey…
they whip up some change for a fifth and get tipsy,
get wasted,
go face down to the pavement.
the sun is shining down on the liquor store…
the liquor starts shining and melts the relationships.
Darwin comes out when I’m drunk to debate the creationists.

my dusty tree grew from pollen and seed
what are you more thankful for, flowers or bees?
it doesn’t matter if it’s hourly or salary,
the ponzi was erected to devour me.
(the pyramid!!)

we’re blessed with sight
which doesn’t mean
that the power to see
is something that comes
with vision automatically.

it isn’t easy
it is hard to be free
when the buildings we live in are
tombstones for graveyards from slavery.

politicians can’t hack it…
turn off the tv, if you want entertainment-take acid
and fake a lake placid, relax…
they make havoc, we patch it.

The 23 degree axis will be 44
if they really want war with the artist.
top heavy, steady hand…
that pen is a gun and it can’t stand alone.
in the art of war,
war is a poem
and I’m rambo.

we’re on the green revolution!

corporations blame me for pollution
like I’m making bombs
or decoding solutions for exxon
to increase the profits
fistfull’s of oil whenever I reach in my pockets

squid trails…

we the people get fined
if they find
a glass bottle of wine in the garbage-
recycle!!

billionaire ball teams
get stadiums every ten years-
it’s delightful!

I don’t take a private jet-
subway or bus pass…

I won’t take the heat for the heat
so fuck that!

…common sense has to sharpen the axe
and get ready to splinter and ash an international carbon tax.

(Here’s a big fat fuck you! to Al Gore and every other criminal gearing us up for the rape of a millenium.
If anybody out there has the attention span to read this, do some research- we need to wake up.
2008 was the coldest in five years, sea ice has increased the most since 1979, the first year recorded…
for all of the hype we hear of global warming, there are thousands of scientists and meteorologists who dispute these claims.
there is an agenda and the elite need more money, hence the carbon tax… they will try to impose an
international carbon tax on every single individual that walks the planet while corporations such as al gore
travel and live in decadence. problem. reaction. solution.)

man has no one to point fingers at anymore
man no longer has fingers
all he has left is two palm trees
so throw them up in the air
sway in the breeze

everyones gandhi
lets get the salt

numbers run everything
digits are everywhere,
pointing at fault.

looking for someone to blame
’til our fingers fall off…