puttin swag in fancy bagz'll get ya higher....prices.

food turned into a tool so don't buy the swag twice because Sacrifice is beans n rice is not sounding so nice as say a Mcchicken to keep ya finger licking yer blood thick and the clock ticks cause ya wouldn't wait a minute. are ya on time? Alleluia Jesus!, man lets worry about it. scurry about it got blurry visioned incisions n decisions all yours because time just holds stuff in its proper place, or ,where ya left it?back to the beans n rice everyday is all ya really need for speed was only invented intent upon nothing, but spastic looking plastic containers for foods a tool.


--king of the coyotes

The Great Invisible Show!

its a toothache a brain quake hes hasta make a painstakingly, without braking knees, hes not faking please.
he holds the world at bay between his ears but fears the gears are grinding teeth.
it seems they burnt up all the sticks n bows but shoulda made a wreath.
n wrapped the whole damn word up to beseech for us to teach.
because the books ll say that yesterday the kids could play to pay for carbon taxes.
watch out man librarys on fire! "outa the way!" and they'll grab their axes n
mastiffs'll lead the way, whose to say we didn't know.
how far a box of dog treats in streets was gonna go.
they all just lined up, said it was for the invisible show.
on the long buss ride there
I asked how much they all had payed "man, you don't wanna know"
i gave up my cow, i gave up a moose, i didn't give up my horse man the muthr funker got loose
i gave up a couple acres, i gave up a ranch, they made me give my great aunt i think her name was blanch
i gave up a boat, i gave up radio tower out back, i gave up on givin up cuz this shit is gettin whack.
all to see the great invisible show! no pushing, no shoving, single file, plenty of room.
wheres the seats? they're invisible get it? haha ok we'll all just sit in a huge circle, pile around plenty of room
the shows outside nowhere in a huge field,
see the wonderful invisible roof? wow thats amazing, great paint job, hahahah keep it moving plenty of room
the buses pull away and drive off in the dark
not one light left at all just a couple sparks.
to get the fire going in the center of the crowd ,
started gettin loud some one hollered "quiet now!
the shows about to start."
"As soon as the fire burns out the invisible show begins!"
So the crowd stared at the fire watching its every move counting down the flames one by one till there were none
It got quiet for a long time, then really cold, and really dark, there were no exit lights , or food stands , or heaters, or water, even the road out was invisible.
how many people are here? i don't know several thousand showed up though. i gotta take a shit man wherem i supposed to go?

and what happened next?
the buses never came back, lights didn't come on, food carts never showed up, they all turned invisible......hell of a show though.

-- king of the coyotes

the bowlines got no bite

all this time I thought we chewed with our teeth
it turns out that they chewed with us cuz

all this time I thought we drove the streets
it turns out that they drove on us cuz

and all along we thought the beats on time
it turns out its time to beat on us cuz

and all along the top of all those peaks
it turns out they're gonna peak on us

so I say hold yer hat cuz the wind is pikin up and its windin back just to slug ya in the gutz and its a bombtrack I think the crowd is goin nutz
so ya might wanna check in, get ta inspecting, get ta disinfecting cuz my rhymes ll be wreckin your styles all piled up n i'm gettin riled up
stoned up smiled up and down with your hands!
up and down with your hands!
up and down with your hands!
up and down with your hands!

cuz I got plans keep pointing all the fans not stayin in the stands keep weavin all the strands cuz my pen hands landing on time. its like
behind it there's a metronome that keeps the beat ta comin home to throw the dog another bone against your ear to hold the phone just
close enough so you can hear the times are rough so grab a beer my hands are numb but I can steer my head is hurtin but im here
for work. consider it a perk, I'm literate it hurts, can figure its a hearse, can dig but its a curse, configure for the nurse is gonna tell ya what to do
so listen.

take the pills and try to pay the bills evade chills and try to say the skillsaw works just fine........?

--king of the coyotes

feeling tense?

The time to think
Has left us thunk.
The time to drink
Has left us drunk.
The time to stink
Has left us stunk.

Is it time for a snooze,
Or have we already snost?
Is it time to just lose,
Or are we already lost?
Is it time for our shoes,
Or are we already shod?
Lets hope we don't tread
Something already trod.

--king of the coyotes

this morning's philosophical horse pill,......open wide

We strive to turn the things that make us the happiest into work and or a form of income. Where had the greater good gone? An unyielding desire to be witnessed living our dream, instead of just living it. May just be that the road to paradise turns into paradise? Without the plot and suspense the resolution “the dream” can’t even exist.
The sound of one hand clapping. When a tree falls in the woods alone does it make a sound? Of course it does but the tree is the only one to hear itself fall. A witness of itself, just like you and I. A witness is one of the keys to life's mystery, the why are we here. Imagine that the great conscience, “I’m trying not to call it god but I want you to imagine that your idea of god or a higher power”, is represented as a ball of energy, a floating ball of light so bright and beautiful we can’t look directly at it. It seperates right from wrong for us to interpret in the form of the little voice in our head, not telling us but (feeling us) right from wrong. A conscience. This ball of energy/light has traditionally been referred to as god, or the all seeing witness, judgment giver….upon all we do. We live to be witnessed. How could this ball of energy/light exist if nothing else exists to witness it? One hand clapping. Belief is that we are living in this ball of energy’s light, trying to live up to its expectation, or pass its judgment. Can that energy exist if living things weren’t there to witness it? My theory is that that energy can’t exist unless we are there to witness it, making this ball of light just as dependent on us as we are it, we may even be this ball of energy in our true form. perpetuating each other’s existence(you and the ball). So now in my imagination of this situation it calls for a second ball of light representing myself next to the other , witnessing it and being witnessed by it. The idea is that one can’t exist without a witness. This all sits well in my mind except for the idea of one of the two of these balls of light having the final judgment upon the other, or being the greater of the two. Imagine the ball of light representing you is instead you in your present form (your body) standing next to the ball of light. Being witnessed by it and witnessing it. ball=”god” you=you, minding that there are a lot of you standing next to this ball. All of you witnessing the same ball of energy that lets us feel right from wrong. Us existing on the base level if only to witness this ball, and the ball not able to exist without us as witnesses. This requires some thought and if you’re not following me pause here and take time to re read the above paragraph if necessary. Now imagine that you are the ball of energy, and this ball is not beside your body but inside it, in fact housed by it, and your body is then the crucial witness of you. You are actually your conscience in a people costume. The reason for our existence on earth in the flesh is but to provide witness to our true self, this ball of energy.
-- king of the coyotes

The burning ball of gas climbed over the hill again today

ahh another day in paradise
the smell of fresh coffee and ashes all up in the olfactor had the actor hungry

Why certainly, I'll have the, um,.... oh yes,
the Primordial bowl of granola and crude oil please.
and you can hold the cheese,
cuz all I really want is the time to seize
the day, carpe the diums! start sayin freedom!
cuz they're winnin but we'll beat em! they're hungry but we'll feed em!
cuz the bowls overflows in kitchen we be bacon
makin soup from the poop rappin labels they be faken
cuz forsaken is the cause for the put the limbs in the air!
cuz we Be the trees. but at the flaws we stare.
insteada looking for the good we always rape up all the bad
insteada chillin dropin leaves its the mattress that we pad
cuz the box went bad its sad somewhere along the line
cuz wasn't only three turns out that all the mice went blind
behind a cause i'll stand to write up all the wrong,
expose my inner foes n plant a seed n hit the bong
and the list gets longer but theres only so much time
hence we'll need a little help so get in line n take a rhyme
cuz if ya post it them they'll host it and its really stackin up
so get ta funkin writing cuz if there's slack I'll pick it up.

---king of the coyotes

This is Dogtown, and they aint no Z boys

Havent been writing, I've been stomping on the keys
typin tappin till the timings right irraticate these fleas
been bouncin tween my bowl and soul and backpack
still I keep trukin on cuz I hope ya broughta snackpack
to reality cuz we're supposed to speak out,
n eat ourselves of the shelves cuz, before we leak out.
cuz the store on down the road sells time half price
cuz and time is all it takes cuz its fleas not lice
keep the harpies on ice cuz i cant stand the whining
cant these bitches see we got mountains to be climbing
buddist bells to be chiming but the cells keep combining
and my teeth keep ta grinding hearing thunder dodgin lightning
strikes the ground.
cuz, This is Dogtown, and they aint no Z boys.
cant put the pen down, cuz they're just decoys
he deploys the roadrunnerlogik missle
low flyin gound huggin people buggin bout the buzz
they always want to write it but no one ever does
and nows the chance get a stance grab a glance its ground zero
and I dont want to die to say I could have been a hero
of The Word. Hopefully thats what they'll say.
Fat man---Little Boy------Roadrunnerlogik
let the lyrical missles loose.

-- Theres insanity in all the answers, Write the wrong!

--king of the coyotes

shopping cart dreams

Hope ya read your program.
Commin at ya gramar cant cram in your brain, it’s a freight train, yer eyes strain
to keep clear, keep listening with sheep’s ears , the wolfy just creeps near.
He doesn’t care if its rarely cause even hell be just barely
safe from vocabulary this lyrical mercinary’s reach.
Best we can do is just teach and make sure we appreciate the time
Don’t fast forward, lets rewind, the book, and take a closer look
at the cause. These little fuckers are needing jobs and the media lobs its blobs n blogs
no one just objects,
who protects our best laid bets, and vets of foerign wars.
Those who served tours kept these golden doors wide open.
A metaphysical steeple built for the people that don’t want to keep locked door,
kids who don’t do chores, and moms are being whores.
Stick to the plan I’m uncle Scam, were in a jamb don’t know but I am about ready to shout, tellm all what im talking about, it’s a drout the ground floors bottomed out, combinations got figured out doors.
Cause behind em well find em bumpin n grindin wastin time when they oughta be workin.

Hope. I made ya flip the page another phase this lives a maze n we behave and count our age n burn the sage n stay courageous cause we may just never play the cards n pay the gaurds to stay at large n try my best to stay in charge n rake the yard n pay the car till may or march this page ll start to turn to art n tip the cart right over.......
-------king of the coyotes
www.roardunnerlogik.com

a short

Last Call
A gust of wind almost takes the tattered tan hat of his head. He turns to the east and it seems to shelter at least his bearded face from the cold. Just to sit and ponder all the solutions to the biggest problems seems to fall short of helping anyone but himself. What a gutter this energy crisis has left society in. He sits on the edge of a half rotten damn overlooking a pond I know. Its been warmer the last few weeks, the smell of spring is laden in the air now, and the ice has receded, at least from the edges. It seems that almost all the scum has settled to the bottom, leaving the clear to the top, and the pure some where in the middle. “But are they looking at the world upside down?” Soon the mosquitoes will rise from their winter slumber and lay siege to his peace of mind. He just sits passing on advice, hopefully meaningful, to who ever will listen to it. Sometimes the fog is so thick on the water it’s hard to even tell who he’s talking to. Still, his full attention is given to any that come to sit with him. “Old man have a listen to this..”, “Watcha think about that..” “Have a look at the..” “Would you..”, “Have we done enough?” The tired old oak just listens to the endless whispers in the wind and waits for the sun to rise again. –king of the coyotes