It's been a turbulent ride...
What kind of word am I in my mind?
Most like my work, for some it's ill-defined
But like a litmus scribe, I do my bid, and get by
Eye the world with a smile, or a snide if too bright
Go on rollercoasters though scared of heights
Is that a fear I like? It's every year in life
I feel the fruits of my labor are ripe,
Especially when you hype, but tonight
There's no such thing as 'much time', so to write one real quick...

I wanna be fearless, like Jet Li in the Edo period
Bear claws don't phase boss, they doth brace and veer off
The underdogs, I hear them bark then clear off
Till I'm one of gods, we don't hear for sheer ego
We of the people we sleep all day
Feeble sheeple that see no grays - no nuances
Unions, you need 'em? Do I wish!
No one's in the favor f no one but the stupid rich
Truman shit till dubious
Who's watching who, who's the villain?
Maybe there is no one but millions
Doing the duties for refuge, just shooting and killing
Destroying our kind... we're coy in our time
We think we play no part in no heart crimes
But we made this now. This here is our time.
You parked the car and now no stars shine.
Humanity, without us... no Darkseid
I'll bark life into any madman or villain though
Come on let's get a little cold
Winter's 'bout to hit the road

Yo.

Read on...

Read on...

Hell yeah I'm not giving up! I will live it up! I am in the rut! I'm just hitting up! This backcatalog and it's mad prolific, Jamuary jams looking mad artistic, wondering if I can jam on this sh...

Ah! Is that a water glass? Think I'll try a water fast
Didn't want to go the whole month without calling back Quarl
And a few others too, but there's no more
Be happy with the month though, though this here has been a chore
It's been fun too! Time blaze by and I run through!
Vision becomes a tunnel, and I do have a fun in a bundle but
Before you know it is over, and you're not totally
Happy with what you managed on that rotary, phoney...

Gotta call the homies! Get inspiration a flowing!
Instigate some new humans! Drop a cake like a snowman!
Been frontpaged like three times now! Up and up I am blowing!
Feeling like Kid Dynamite the showman! Upper cut is my potion!
Trust my endless wordflow ocean! And open! Awesome! Artful instrumentals that boost and amplify my mental capacity! To create and capture treats! When I really should be fast asleep...

It's been like that all week!

Do your thing Quarl...

1:22

Was about to say I have boatloads, of stuff and I'm just coasting,
Flowing wherever the coasts go, toasting for any occasion,
Feeling rich like Francoise Meyers, though I can't even play ukulele
I still feel like a player, and my days keep getting greater

(oh that's the beat...)

So much here to savor, so much more to make
Guess I'll see y'all next year though, I have snores to save
I haven't been bored in nine lifetimes but I think I've doors to break
Fire drills, get some shovels, dig till it's just mud y'all

Thanks for this! Fun beat. Really tranquil ending.
Should have been happy then too, instead I'm appending compendiums.
Totally unnecessary and torturous, but I am like a tortoise,
I go slow but I go longer and I'm older than most portions

Or finally? Is it that time that you've been dying to see?
Time for me to keep on with my dynasty like I'm a tree?
Embed my roots slowly till this whole field is a vibrant green,
And maybe I don't even need to try to breath. Music or no.

Till I'm immortal... both IRL and in Portal!
Keep on coursing through the cosmos doing summer saltomortals.
Thwart all plans for January Jams cause that's post-winter
I think I still will be here indoors but too tired to move a finger...

Just finger all my daggers. Feel a sense of seething.
Kill that Father Winter quick and will in a new season.
I'm really not that lethal it's just words I'm a man of peace.
And I do truly plan to keep going even if it's past my peak.

And maybe do a few more with Quarl cause holy shit does she pack beats.

Happy trails. Happy treats. One to go. Happy streaks. Later...

Or 'The Dweller'? Couldn't settle on the name. But same beast; simple aim.

To haunt and horror...

AKA Creative Yearly Endeavors, Creative Ends & Means...

Running out of time
Reocurring theme ain't it?
Somewhere down the line
My time will be freeplaying
Freestyle is the style for me I'm a wee child
Of the new millennia!
1980s end of line!
Somewhere in my mind
There's always an idea ain't there?
Wayfarer of this welfare
Shotcaller of this daycare
It's kind of absurd how the same words
Can be used so different ways
Few bullets - many ricochets

Can't sit and wait... for the words to come to me.
They hit me easy if I'm moving...
So thus I keep on grooving,
Month in and month out,
Resuming creative movement every -
End of September
Since as far as I remember now

Remember how...

You used to feel weak in morning?
You used to leetspeek in the forum?
Was that only me? What about Snotr videos?
Lunarstorm? Yahoopa? There's a lot you needn't know

But I feel a sleek breeze sneeze in and sweep me
These dailies: keeping me in one piece so easy
Till I find peace or run out of reach/reads/Reese's Pieces
This the stream that never seizes

Creativity...

It's life.