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A Slow Heyoka Aug 2019
What do you know
I'm full of surprises
I'm glad it made you laugh
When I talked of love and setting suns

I don't know what to call it
So difficult to read
Presented with your affection, the attention
Then eat the dust you leave behind

Get close to the rock
That won't sweat your crazy smiles
Want what I can't give you
The new range without a brand

Get closer to the wild
She's bracken for the lonely
Want what you cant give me
A sunrise in loves demand

Sit and cheer me on
These dive trails were for you
Every note I hummed this year
A part of every sad smile melody

I thought I might make this rhyme
But that wouldn't be our way
Reject whats needed deep within
As soon as the other gives up the game

Get close to the rock
That won't sweat your crazy smiles
Want what I can't give you
The new range without a brand

Get closer to the wild
She's bracken for the lonely
Want what you cant give me
A sunrise in loves demand

The best of me is yours
I've had to stop to catch my breath
I'll save the scissors for later
When you come mining for my skin again

A hernia in a basement
No nurses are to tend to me
I'll save the pencil for my lyrics
Believe in me -
I'll pay for it in skipping beats

Get close to the rock
That won't sweat your crazy smiles
Want what I can't give you
The new range without a brand

Get closer to the wild
She's broken for the lonely
Want what you cant give me
A sunrise in loves demand

So stand and cheer me on
These dive trails, they were for you
Every note I hummed this year
You're part of every sad smile melody

I don't know what to call it
A warrior in defeat crying "Axios" up wind
Presented with your affection, the attention
Our script must be lost along the way

Get close to the rock
That won't sweat your crazy styles
Get closer to the wild
She's broken for this homie
Get close to the rock
That won't sweat your tender smiles
Get closer to the wild
She'll take your heart and run a mile
Lyrics by: A Slow Heyoka Written on Aug 3rd 2019
  Jun 2019 A Slow Heyoka
Elle
We slept on the spare couch
A half remembered dream that I have bled for
My eyes drenched in slumberous salt
Dewy eyelids threaten to close
And yet we chase sleep into the desert
With bells dragging behind our backs
To have rest rob our pockets
A tsunami in the grave
A half remembered dream of rooftop travels and serenades
Hushed giggles in the dark
This dream that I have suffered and died for
A dream I have given my life for
Starts to fade anyway
  May 2019 A Slow Heyoka
laura
lol
they're drowning out the haters
with kazoos, the crazy *******
honestly i'll join them
but my throat's too clogged anyways
foolish rim of the country
backwards and fragile religion
hate seems to be the zeitgeist of our time
where trysts and labors of spring
are swept in dusk blues and pure greens
another simple transitive jewel
of the moment
A Slow Heyoka May 2019
Each fact is true
But not all truths are facts
You could spend all day measuring string
You can also go bet at the tracks

People will believe what they want
It doesn't make it any less true
But when you find the fact of the matter
You'll be digging up the rest of the crew

A captain can sink with his ship
That's what my mother would say
But that captain will never see daylight again
Unless someone else is willing to pay
A Slow Heyoka May 2019
If we were a perfect hook and latch
Where one fell for the other abruptly
We would but miss our target catch
A few millimetres out
We clash quite brusquely
A Slow Heyoka May 2019
The earth is my mother and she is my home

The sky above me, wherever I am. This is my father, my guidance toward future prosperity

I make my way with honesty, docility and adaptability
I make them my divinity along with life and death

I relinquish all concept of strategy, design, tactics, law and talent
I place principle, benevolence and the grasp of fore-locking opportunity in their stead

I hear and spout both reason and madness yet take with me only sensibility and gratitude toward insight

I am no longer prompt, for I refuse to look into concepts toward times restriction

I have no time.
I make the moment my time, the lightning my eyes and the relentlessness of the onset storm my very being.

My mind is my vice, my sword, my castle
Wit is my devise and confusion my destruction

My fullness is my strength, my smile my cure
My emptiness my reckoning and serenity my allure
Written on September 12, 2017
A Slow Heyoka May 2019
crazy days
crazy places
crazy nights
crazy faces
turn around
crazy ways
backtrack
crazy haze

colour smothers
colours fading
careful don't stomp
on my crazy paving

crazy dudes
crazy girls
crazy fates
crazy pearls
make it crazy make it good
I wouldn't want anything else
in this crazy neighbourhood
BE CRAZY
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Written on July 07, 2006
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