Yangin' Out with the Yin Crowd

The Prophecy of The Phunky Monk

Stop trippin', I Am what I Am but 

am not your man:

I am not even a human being and

if you know you don't Gnow then

you're beginning to understand.

Quit drippin' when 

you're seeing what I'm becoming -

you're not what you think but 

I Am that I Am:

The Almighty Coyote, on

the run from Yosemite Sham.

In my illusional time & bottomless space

we worship Yellowstoned koans:

Juxtapositioning a paradox -  

until down looks up to you and your phones.

Me llamo Paradox Pete, 

Colored-Red-Ohhh from 

S Mountain to extra Longs Peak.

Now no need to geek out!... 

Unless you're my kinda freak gal.

Infinite Phunky Phriday approaches - 

Decked out in Indigo's dawning feat.

The insincere are crucified -

they just never accepted to jive to The Sacred Beat.

It takes Indigo to stomp out 

The Dominator Windigo so... 

It's all gonna be alright - 

In Infinite Phunky Phriday tonight, 

But my girl (my girl) where did we sleep last night?

Slept in the Temple of Eternal Light,

where's there's no lead poisoning, no plague -

no need for fright.

Need it Electric?

Go fly a keyed-up kite.

We Electric Eccentrics:

Keep the Eternal Rave 

going for all of Ecstatic Eternity's ever-light night.   

The Uranian Cranium

I devour plagues

For breakfast, yeah

Spit rhymes for lunch... 

I'll take you out to brunch if you got that:

Major Captain munch.

We can crunch some Funky beats then... 

stack up all the meats into 

A  deliquintessent Dagwood after-the-moon-night delight.

Wanna know What It Is?

Where It's at? 

Where El Coyote stays in the cool-cool night?

It's the time-switch. . . melts from Dark to the brightest Light.

I love the Beautiful Goddess born bitch: 

My Muse, my inspiring Lark.

We're going goose-egg to six-thousand on The Fiery Chariot:

From Pisces to Aquarius 

and This Age 

is all the rage. . .

***** 

Let me relate it's been a really rather raucous ruckus of a rough year, 

but now we take a vaccumous vaccine to The Fear;

We'll become less Loathing.

We will all be kind!

I neither brandish:

The Eternal Blade of Krishna's Tongue nor 

The Thunderous Hammer of Thor...

Unless I'd descended into Hades for 

Three years and Three Lives.

You cats might have nine lives but 

The Hell-Hound gets the bone -

That bitch makes it gnown.

I'll turn all three cheeks and let it go if

"Communication IS the only way so 

Start saying what you need to say;"

Just never make anyone say it twice -

The sacred lies in saying it thrice... 

(San Pedro's cock-call denial of Joshua Kristo comes to mind)

******

Let's throw some parties: 

Usher in the Uranian Prince with 

gifts that the Magi had 

No idea could or would exist.

Who does not want Eternal Bliss?

Make sure that Gnowing this you don't ever miss. 

We can embrace and kiss:

Prove to Gaia shes The Mater

where we want to stay & live;

And let her go neither by:

What "some say will be fire,

and others say be ice." 

Let's come together,

Right Now,

Over Me..

Terra is quite alright. 

Burn a Dude

I make a livin' from killin' myself,
Then I make a killin' by keepin' my health.
So burn a dude,
Smash a chick:
It ain't crude, nah,
It's not sick.
It's The Way of The Whorled,
It's how We Do,
The Weight of the World
Makes me & you.

She said
"I want to be moved!
Like Jitterbug Perfume,
Like Molly & Lucy on 'shrooms."
I said
"Yeah, please seduct me
& crush me like you did
Up north with your
Olympic Peninsular Gravity.
Take me down
where
I can find a poem in the Puggy Sound,
Move in me -
Remind me how
Yellowstoned I got before I
Brecked into the ground.
Remind me your secrets that
Scrape in the night -
Let's get young,
Have some fun,
Watch The Age go ripe."
She said she said
"You sure know how to ruin
A girl's intention
That used to feel so right."

I make a livin' from killin' myself,
Then I make a killin by keepin' my health.
So burn a dude,
Smash a chick:
It ain't crude, nah,
It's not sick.
It's The Way of The Whorled,
It's how We Do,
The Weight of the World
Makes me & you!

Smack, crack, Kerowhacked,
Feel it in your bones.
Sick, sack, Sazeracked,
Deja-Vu-Doo takes me home.
Can't argue with The Pumpkin King
In the darkest depths of Halloween.
I'm a particle of dust
& he's making me rust -
Won't exist by dawn if
This keeps up. . .
But wait, it's my
Precious black pup!
I'm resurrected by her presence
Just long enough
To quickly quit feelin' tough.
Up & out the door
Cuz I'm searchin' -
At the corner of Esplanade & Bourbon
& all this life I been drinkin'
Way too much bourbon &
Head's got to hurtin'
And annihilation's arriving
While the time gets to stoppin' -
Lookin' back it's a battle won,
But at the time that got stoppin'
I wasn't hip-hoppin,
But rather was thinkin'
'bout the one's I loved
& the ones that looked up to me,
How separated at my departing
We'll be.
The Disconnection Effect:
Now that's true Hell I can see.
No fruits been growing
So I'm cut at the spine,
Tossed into the flames,
No more prana to breathe. . .
But wait someone's calling:
It's a friend!
Now this is what's divine.
We get to talkin' &
Seven Rainbows surround me
(God's promise eternally) &
Realization that
I am okay. . . though a street sign I can't even read.
What was it?
The spun lack of sleep or
The too much LSD?
Ain't that some mystery.
Now down to Charlie's 'cuz
It's far past time for a Bloody Mary.

(chorus)

Salida means Exit &
I keep tryin' to escape -
But it just doesn't work
To drink too drunk &
Smoke too baked.
Where do I go, Lord?
What shall I do?
I ain't seen Burnin' Bushes
in some millennia or two.
Won't you talk to us like you
Did with The Hebrews?

The first
She was Tearin' out my heart,
The next
She's Tearin' into my sanity:
A young-grunge
With a sweet shy smile-
Got a big heart &
Pulsing dark vanity.
I'm the incorrect-injection,
She's infected insanity.
Seeking her voluptuous venom
I'll shed skin & show some scales
In place of this boring, fragile humanity.
We keep the deranged alive
In dungeons of the deliriously dying -
They're the decrepit insult to life &
We're scrub-puppets of
Subtly Slytherin dignity.
One night I keep falling
Inside her over-zealously:
Blasting March of the Pigs E.P.,
We find a connection but
She can see
I got
The fire-bottle-infinite-fuck disease.
But that's that,
And it's what I Be.
At least I don't smoke H
To keep it going on
With She,
But,
The coming weeks
Present a rebound woven with
Overloads of acid, beer, & whiskey.
Mucho sangre de Cristo &
I'm fallin' down some rough steps,
Blacked out & bustin' my butt
Behind the pub. . . just. . .

Can't resist a bender!
It's not the girls' fault.
I'm a glutton for gettin'
All smashed & forgettin', 
'Cuz he who makes a beast
Loses the
Burden of Reason &
Reality's Treasons.
But I'd never bender if
I wasn't a mender, so. . .

I make a livin' from killin' myself,
Then I make a killin' by keepin' my health.
Go burn a dude,
Smash a chick:
It ain't crude, nah,
It's not sick.
It's The Way of The Whorled,
It's how We Do,
The Weight of the World
Makes me & you:

But that's not all, no that ain't it,
The whorled need to go get their candlesticks lit -
Now the wax keeps the flame from burnin' too much wick,
Now no K.O. when you keep gettin' hit.
Step into the center of Beta with a cranium packed with acid,
Let the bass invigorate the fire that kills the flaccid -
Alpha-Omega on a cross turns a cheek that's not passive.
We pick up the pieces & build Eternity's temple -
Get hammered & nail it down, the task is really simple.
Fast-talkin' cats blast past the crass,
Never knew a future that wasn't kicked by the past.

Roomy Ride

Wanna go for a ride?

I'll get you closer to God.

Care to join in a run?

Lift our soles 'till we're spun.

Hippy-gypsy hobo-scum:

We are The Light, 

The Chosen Bums.

I know where the 

Summer goes

When you're outta gas, outta car, outta road:

Nowhere to flow. . . 

Now here IS nowhere, 

So live there,

Even if you've got an

Address on Earth.

Leave your home, change your name, sell your stuff - 

Go insane.

Go for a ride,

We'll get closer to God!

Transcend with the friends:

Find the worth in rebirth.

I got a soul 

Full of 

Festival mud,

Feel my 

Heart's beat keep

Pumpin' the blood.

You hear the dirt in the wire?

Feel the Love in the fields?

Maybe I lost my shit. . . 

Maybe I found how to spit:

Maybe it was all a deem - 

A flip of the switch:

Turned it on to read 

Dimethyl Trippazine.
And if you don't know,
You'll begin to understand. . . 

Hold up,

Did I say that right?

Check it again 

Out loud,

Or keep imagining 

It's just as tight,

Getting silently scrutinized

When it's said in your head.

Wanna go for a ride?

Find my keys &

Just kidding let's use bikes.

I'll get you closer to God,

We're better off sped than right.

You might need a ride to Arise,

But you know I need a rise to a-ride:

Tit for tat and 

We both arrive. 

Let's up-the-gear,

Goof it off,

Don't tell me to get real - 

Join in for a joke.

I'll just do my job & 

You be The Spoof Boss.

Take a tip from 

A Downtown Clown,

Take a rip from the stuff:

A little-dabby-do-haha. . . 

Now it all gets turned around,

Now it's a sunrise set with

The Clownton Downs!

God Bless the Ghost of Wobbin Rilliams &

The Light that's been cast on this 

Beautiful Mess. . .

And I don't mean me or you - 

But rather the tents 

Which are unfortunatley moist & cool.

So walk to the back of the ranch,

Find a cow & squeeze out 

Some liquid moo:

Gotta get down on the 

Cinnamon-Toast-Munch - 

Time to carb up, fool.

Join me on a trot &

We'll dance in a bassy tube.

I ain't got but a bottom dollar 

Rolled-up,

But don't think I'm rude.

Cash ain't no end just a mean,

But where to?

Don't mean to be mean but we're out of school,

And the degree has graduated to 102.

I'm gettin' vertigo from

Livin' this life 

At the corner of Unlimited & Farenheights.

If your head's feelin' spicy it's 'cuz

I'm he'brewin' up some funk that

Could cut the air with a spoon, 

Like some of that stuff from 

Two-thousand-seventeen-too-soon. . . 

Now I'm-uh-slay all day

'Cuz The Word & Namaste is

The only Way.

Be a Guru-of-Gravy,

Not a child of "maybe": 

You know,

Keep the sauce in the pot - 

Get back to the tracks - 

We'll find the rhymes to enlighten 

If you spin up the wax,

Fly over the moon - 

Put a kick in the mix,

Rage the ship 'till

We crash The Eclipse.

Know Love

Give to Love

What is Love,

And to Trump

What is Trump's.

Eat The Body,

Drink The Blood.

Playin' the fool

When you're payin' the rent.

What's the landlord's intent? 

Hit the trail, hit the streets,

There's a way, just use feet.

The Lord of All Lands

Will see you through.

Loaves,

Fishes,

Forget the dishes:

These fingers are made for food, yeah,

And that's just how we'll use!

Red & white,

Black-holes too.

I'm a Son of God,

Never to lose.

Never right, never wrong,

A dance of Dark & Light,

Not a morality poem.

Give to Love

What is Love,

And to Trump

What is Trump's.

Eat The Body,

Drink The Blood.

Have a round on Him,

Pass it down, don't pass it up.

Give words

To The Word,

And to gov

What is gov's.

Now you got The Momentum,

Our existence is Action.

Come boogie through fields,

Find a Lover in Forever.

Can't stop & won't stop,

Keep giving The Truth.

Let The Funk have Its Way,

Don't abide by The Rude.

I'm curious:

Are you kind?

On the search, what'd you find?

Without to within: a reflected refraction,

Can hardly withstand The Ecstatic-Charismatic-Attraction-Reaction!

Oh, you know It's not odd,

Just blessed by a prescription from Dr. Seuss.

Now move in Me,

Until we're amused. . . 

Give to Love

What is Love,

And to Trump

What is Trump'$.

Eat The Body,

Drink The Blood.

N'other

Word won't wait any longer.

Ink is The Blood,

The Body grows fonder.

Truth can't live undercover.

Manipulation awaits

For The Mind to falter.

"Where'd she go?" spoke The Lover,

Seeking some Mother. . .

But finding again only another other.