we cut our reads like people cut movies..
everyone has a different soundtrack they would
inject on things...
Everyone writes a different ending...
To their own love life...their own sucess
Only the very hardcore keep it between the ditches
and not because its boring for them
but because somewhere
they are up to something

met so many along the way..

sitting writing and people would
kick my chair
or touch my shoulder
Im six one....Ojibway build
we got sasquatch shoulders
bent forward..
for look like we are into
things..intensely

Chat with certian people
and they get bored
with theory...rational
shit..they want action
Hip Hop
standard Jazz beat
if they lived in the
fifties..
same people scuttle
off to the jazz beats
then ...the disco
glitter seventies
and where ever
today hipster I
guess..

I can see them lifting off
like a Vietnam helio
sorry but I only got that
war on my head always
It was beautiful..
the music was my music
although I was younger..

but on the second floor
rooms often I watch
the eyes....the mind
fading...
cars below..
everyones quiet during
lift off...I been on jets
too....

Vengeful cat....Oh those
eyes again....the squinting
I love that...cats are very
protective of their cream
They are fast predators
they need their food
they get it and they are
very protective and
territorial of that...

People are the cream to
others...intellectual property
tracks laid down...Hearts..
minds...bodies...

what was our gens saying
ass cash or grass
n o body rides for f r e e

claws retracted....you can tell
when someone is just batting
you about...good cop bad
cop thing...you wont want
the claws....trust me on
that....then they are really
wanting something

The whole...thats like ego
and agility over ability of the
mind.....intellectual shit.
not just the physical end

tail thumping..
thats the simmering..
the work up to the good
intel exchanged..
charged like a room full
of electricity
and not for bad....
that edge keeps many
sharp...like a coach
or the protestors getting
revved up by the speakerhorn
thing on a strap..

Voices....all about the voice..
I was lucky I got a great voice..
and Ive been working it...
like any mission in life..
intel is the most important thing

And the great understanding between
people that The charge like electrical
...like a coil to fire up the jump..the
snap of it...Go out and take on the
world with this energy....

Something like that...
Otherwise it can be interpreted as
a fifty shades kind of thing
which I write to some of my interesting
and sub level people

thank you...

people want easy single word answers...
its the way the world has too work..
I always say its like japanese...
a beautiful and emotive language
and culture...
The north american subbing of the
language put so few words
which is funny...

Its virtually impossible for me single
word answer
when I do people assume Im angry
because I am and i just keep my
face like this..I have a primitive
face...long hair beard kind of
now...rough looking from acne
scars...missing teeth
the intense eyes that can look
right through people...
eyes that have scene their
own hell...

when they bore of me trying to
explain stuff just like right here
their brain drifts off...
its not good to run at this cortextual
base level ..either..

survival stuff..
what clubs ..gangs...platoons
form up..packs..
except..

where is my pack...
You got a good point Mr Weirdelf
...aha...