take care of your people...

take care of your people,
all your people, ya'll.

i don't think if you doo-doo it right you can ever really spoil someone.
at least not if they really appreciate what you do for them.
then,
it's really more like you're just properly takin' care of your peoples.
generosity is a critical barbarian battle-bard quality.
cheapskates can JOG ON!
when your people are thankful, and your relationship with 'em is a mutually respectful one,
there shouldn't be much you wouldn't want for or do for them.
gratitude and generosity.
two big G-words.
the foundations of folk life.
sharing, son.
recognize.
gratitude and generosity, ninja, IS sharing...

i am constantly concentrating on competent communication, 
and careful considerate cooperation with my core corps of companions;
what with jess's birthday rollin' up tomorrow,
and the wee lassies relaxing into a regular really real rhythm,
and my out-of-state AND my in-state people
all comin' around for celebrations of independence,
im thinkin' aLOT about with whom and how i share my woodland realm....
aww helllllll, we're sharin' right now, sucka.
i gotta look out for my peoples,
i'm sayin'...


mush in your room,
while we stay portabella...
if you don't own 'the grind date' by De La Soul,
there's something wrong with you.
remedy the situation a.s.a.p.


how horrifying is this little guy?
actually, it's just a moulted grasshopper carapace,
left behind, like last year's fashions;
the woods always gives me little helpful hints about life.
bigger and better things, kids.
ugly, old and busted leftovers are on the outs, 
the new hottness is on the big come up....
folk life magic, woodsly goodness, art-makiness, warrior worthiness,
and neil young album cover-type livin' are the orders for the days ahead:

just maybe not exactly quite that pose....y'know?

the berserker boullion has been brewed to burly battle-beast broth.
weak sauce was never an option....
somehow the good still outweighs the bad,
by a   wide   margin.
(which probably makes me the ugly?)
i started writing this at 5 a.m.,
my sleepy seedlin's are soundly snoozin',
and i'm watching over them ya'll.....
with much respect for the secret universal plan,
i am grateful for the time i have been given.




take good care of your people.
never quiet, never soft......