the cats fear the weed whacker's appending doom

noise chatters from a mountain

the man in mask
whip's a weed wacker

she calls out
" sophie, sophie"
the cats bell is nowhere

the weeds fly,
the nose runs,
=========
the itchy eyes water and the
weeds clear the field
but nowhere
the masses
running for their lives
not a one.
_____________________
_____________________
_____NOwhere
is the Christ
to warn them
of the weed whacker

she calls out
"kitties,
kitties,
sophie,
snoopy come here kit-kitt-kitties."

the nose will dry and the noise will die
and the cat will come in for a temptation-treat-goodie
and forget the appending doom
and sleep in my lap.

TRICK AT THE PARTY FT KICE, AURAL ARCHITECH, JAY OH YES, DERTY KEV

air em out

the air is out...

this will eventually get vocals on it, but I thought I'd put it up...more poetry to come I promise...I just rarely type them anymore and mostly long hand them so they await the keyboard...

I broke down and used auto tune!!!!!

this was a freestyle I did and ended up putting autotune on it. why, you might ask?
well b/c I can as much as I hate it I also need to understand why its so popular?
again,why is it popular?

math class...daydream by max fisher...produced by crutchboy....streaming at http://owl1978.blogspot.com

this is from the forthcoming digital downable album from max fisher...out in 2012...when the world is dead and gone.

new max fisher song streaming at http://owl1978.blogspot.com

They Climbin latters reaching the top

So high in the air they’ll break they neck if they get dropped

Covered in swag

Blackberries and them Gucci tags

Is that rap? I workin my ass off to skate

Take my old lady on a date

Under 20 bucks baby we gotta save for months

they take int’l flights overnight

we can’t gas up the tank to make it to the bank

but one day I believe we’ll see that light

God reassured my everythings gonna be alright

I know we ain’t promised tomorrow

It could all end in a blink of an eye

So how we treat each other is crucial in this life.




Hook:

Cash lacking debit stacking
Micro managing funds
Maybe baby I’m just dumb
Maybe I’m numb to the nail wounds
Forever son
\come soon!





We the people
Want freedom from
Financial woes
We the people
Want the government to keep there
Hands off our dough
Cash rules everything around a fool
Sheeps wool
Softer
drooling at the wheel, officer
Cut credit cards
Duck debtors hard
The love of money
Roots embedded in that evil
None equal when they lay chips on the table
The greed of men makes them spit them
Fables
Telling fibs
Why poverty got kids
With sunken ribs
And malnutrition bellys
Dehydrated lips
With flies regurgitating shit
But up in them glass houses
They don’t see this kinda of
Shit blind to it or just a crime
If they see through it but I guess if yr money’s
Lite you
Gotta get yr money rightX6

new city gypsys streaming at http://owl1978.blogspot.com

I'm posting rare songs from the first new city gypsys sessions
the new city gypsys comprised of terrible telly (Mariano senter), jay oh yes (Josiah fields), and matter (Matt gilbertson)
production was handled by jay oh yes and later the addition of Drum (Clancy Clark)
overseen by hart larew in the summer of 03 to the fall of 04 in Iowa City, IA this groups sound has a unique focus on the literary arts and the concepts usually had a focus on beat generation Icon jack Kerouac's spontaneous prose
I'll be posting new songs as frequently as possible and digging in the vaults to unlock rare and hidden material from
the dynamic group...

the interview

I went out and bought 54 dollar slacks, 39 dollar shoes, 92 bucks total.
I was ready the 7:30 am shove of my girlfriend awoke me.
I reluctantly rolled out of bed if only she forewarned me of the day.
I put on my day old slacks, and new shoes I was on my second interview
for the latitude Group, they wanted me to see what they do, when I finally
got my tie on straight, nervous- gut wrench feeling in the belly, I made my way to my car.
when I got to 5901 christi ave. in emeryville; went up the elevator to the fourth
floor, made a right went up a flight of stairs and hooked another right: Suite 500.
I walked through the doors there was a big 50 inch flat screen playing shawshank redemption...I thought this isn't good the possibility of the deeply moving innocence of jail time being displayed as justice...in a marketing firm?
this interview was to show me the direct sales appoach to marketing and the foot work of the entry level position of sales. I knew the common sale-pitch, but this was the show. we ended up going to some girls car and heading to San Mateo. My shoes were so uncomfortable. My shirt didn't fit.The day before, my girlfriend and I, went into SF around powell and mission, or was it market st, by union square? My girl bought the slacks. I sat there and worked on the crowd all these young college girls discussing earrings. The trip was made for the reason of going to the asian art museum for the Butanese thangkas this was on our way home, that we made this stop and purchased the slacks. Monday morning
the dull boring start of my second interview. We're in this girl's car and it starts to rain...great footwork...direct sales...in the rain.
by the time we reached the mall parking lot I knew I spent more to go to this job than what the job required. By this time she tells me what they do-I'm not pleased.
"when we get there some people might tell you to leave their stores or say you can't solicit, we just don't let it get us down we just move on." she smiles
" I'm gonna be asking you questions about your day and what you think about the job."
before this leaves her lips
she's on to the next babbling sentence then on to the first
customer (pet smart shop) a pet trainer
"hi can I ask you a ?, nothing crazy I was wondering if you or someone you know likes
to have fun, right? well, I'm w/ city lights crusies and we're celebrating a huge
expansion and we're inviting all our friends to come
and
join us."

title wave the last ocean of sound

the common ground
is in the _________________________________refraction
the light is in the _________________________________dwelling
place of birth :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::the idea
of trinity
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>33333333 is three 3333333333333333
with the
basis of one 1111111111111111111111111111111111111111111
as the father

_______________________and who'd of thought we'd
________________________________________________know sound?

or the _____________________________________________________underlining plug of
quiet-still-photo's of
the past?


///////////////////////I remember little
of last night//////////////// and last night remembers little of me.

_______________ only wish to be
saved from -------myself
not by some notion of God
_________________________but by God...
this is the tricky part
we know
what is
........best
yet,
************************what we do isn't necessarily good for the
heart..take drugs, for instance,
we've outlawed certain ones
and built billion dollar empires
off orange bottles
with doctor recommended
dosages... and the side effects?
well, the real killer is our thirst for
cures and putting off death.

when we wait next to the
washer
machine
we see
the shadow
of what is
to come
and
then we know
in part
what is the
destruction of being

the nature of man
and the will of the heart

can we understand the turning
point in life
when we give up on the
desires
and shift the focus
to the eternal
saving grace
of the sun
and bask in the light of his
child...?

our face planted in the ground
and then slowly getting up on the knees
and bowing our heads in humility and
telling God who am I?

hollywood jay ep

mystic bum

opps?....

my fly space ship rides through the past, my astronaut suit is built to last

we travel the space waves
outer rim
everglades

_____________arm yourself
_____________against the Devil
___oh, he preys
___oh, he preys

Oh, you better pray

brethren, 7Th horn in the 3rd
dimension sounded
capture empty
space, just the
way it goes some days

stand behind the yellow line to marvel at time wasted away
whittle little wooden legs to help the dear drummer boy
run away
live lessons of love
under
the
tree
smell
passion
between
the
sheets

but passion withers in the breeze,

like me...

mouth mentioned months
of may the same year our dear drummer boy
got saved, then passed away
oh tormentor, torture the tempted, not the depraved.
witchy hour witch
wanted to switch sour seats with me
the line hangs love over the edge
the negative space is the cliff
do you notice, the notion of men?
their byproduct of pride?
the line is left
the notion of self.

...for the love of a good ole' fashion
price slashing, nice to meet you in the clearance section ass lashing
lesson you learned in suffering, which, in Latin means
passion time for some


action.

the sweet peas...are 3 dollars or two for five.

waking up at six am
slanging farm food
to women with mustaches
and I still grow my
frown and speak soft
when a passer bye
walks in front of my stand





"the sweet peas...are 3 dollars or two for five."

the cure of heart burn and other home remedies

betty boop
:::::::::::::steady troops
the aim is sloppy
and the food taste
like poop
we've had better wasted nights
under glows
and
bug bites

the grill wouldn't light
the vase was cracked

afternoon
belittled by subtlety
sober ganders
people walking market st
MoMO for kentridge exhibit was

wine

pulling weeds and planting cities

she throws her
rite aid bag
at my car window
and starts yelling in German
I thought
by picking her up
she'd be pleased,
but my Christian charity
back fires as usual

I'm stuck
being yelled at
in the
Lucky's parking lot.


This is what
happens when you age
you settle down with a person
you know you love
because you can't stand them
but your inescapably
drawn to them,
we choose to love
not feel in love with someone
when your partner says
"I fell out of love with you"
it's a simple way of saying
they don't want to put forth the effort
to
save
what
is
left
from two people
who gave up on the nice qualities of being
polite and civil
now they can't stand each other's
lack of respect
for the space needed
to feel free and
clam...

this to isn't truth or any form of love.
love and it's highest form is selfless...
which if you'd also realize
doesn't harbour any true attachment
to the other
much less to the self.
its' only outcome is the benefit of love
and the joy and peace
it brings to the giver,
and not the giver as receiver,
but giver as in God
or as in ~God is love.
adequate love is done for the remark of no return
and to see the flourishing growth
of a flower
in a proper meadow
its the stream of laughter
from the child's heart
that's too young
to see the hardship
and sacrifice
of the parent

God has the ultimate sacrifice
the love of his children
hence freewill
the longing for love from his own
which choose not to recognize him.
This is why we state
God is love
the selfless love of a disowned parent
still writing the checks
to keep the
rebellious teen in his/her apt.
friends, to live as love
one must accept the self to be purged
and to relinquish control of its nature
nothing will free us more
than understanding the great
longing of love
other than giving up our need of it
from
any
source
outside
of
God.
the divine love
is what should
control our action,
but rarely does.
the lust that enslaves us
is the reason our
personal relationships
falter
and we tend to go out
and look for the same personality
in the next mate,
then quickly and readily
complain about their faults
not completely understanding why
we've duped our own
reasoning in to
a four corner white padded cell...
I urge you to take action
and rid your vocabulary
of the senseless use of Feeling
to describe your love for another
and see what you can conjure up to describe Love...
it'll be a deeper love one with substance and meaning
not another tear saddened,
madness-driven obsession
with desire and lust
that was readily passed off as Love
if you lack fulfillment
look no further
than you own rationale
why you've been placed in
this garden
pulling weeds
instead of planting cities.

long live the consumer sell out

I'm going to make this the last
vision of fields

the one where the flowers wilt
in Meadows

this one is for her and him
and them.

the sky is blue so they tell
from my room

the door has been closed for sometime
the outside world and its glamour doesn't
feed the soul as reading the old blue book
can...

master of mind
she can't do

the world will and can and is
Choking you.

but never mind sweet and flattering words for they
are sure to fleet

and fly high when
the opportunity
makes itself

the thing to do now is
let the greatest of tears
fall
and let the greatest memories fade

for what is life but
a place we brush up with
then our glory fades with love ones
history herstory
already fades

the grave is stone and dirt and grass
the urn is ash and enclosed dust
nothing really counters the
relinquished heartburn

if you want my opinion
be as a sheep not
a wolf

live how they want
and depression and sadness
will over come you in
a heart beat

if you want to know the secret of joy
then come and sit with me
we can discuss the
properties of man
we can expel doubt from the circle
and make squares

or we can just eat some food and
ask out bodies to hold up till the decay
allows them to rot
many are vain

but none like you
for you seek out
a truth
but deny the source

what would it be like if God
walked in the room?

would he see the
shallowness of your depth
and laugh
or
cry?

he'd probably go to
a cross and die.

the root of beer

to be drunk everynight
encounters a slight wrench in the game plan

to be high everyday
encounters a slight bolt in the engine

to be in prayer every waking hour
leaves one high and drunk


now is the hour
get on them knees


pray