loud and hard.
that's it.
never quiet, never soft.
same idea, different t-shirt.
it's all about What Is.
being honest with the world around you, an' that...
volume and substance.
the right combination for active participation.
truth-tellers can't ever stop.
false hoods from false 'hoods' falsehoods always ruin it for everyone else.
an empowered coward
lettin' lazy lies leak out loud,
becomes a blowhard.
and that blows.
hard.
all wind but no tornado.
green-eyed envy,
and yellow-bellied bellows...
(the kind that do not stoke up any hottness)
all gods and worthy men hate a coward.
the only fear i have is that nobody knows the difference anymore,
between smoke and hot fire.
i'm grateful for all ya'll out there.
checkin' in on the woodsly goodness as it happens.
i worry a bit sometimes,
that the doo-doo butter around me is spread on SO flippin' thick,
that honest work and honest words get smothered.
not that anybody but another liar ever buys into the poop piles
of weak-sauce wordsmithing and poorly-phrased puerility.
ah, well.
brazenfaced barbarian bards stand up!
true stories, told truly.
that's how we get busy.
why?
because it's all really happening.
i have to live with full faith in a fortunate fate.
neither softspoken nor frail,
rock hard and raging,
without fear of flagging flaccid failure.
i talk some sh!t,
i even feel like sh!t,
but i'm sure as sh!t not full of sh!t.
i'm just sayin',
as the lightning-striking viking ya'll started liking,
i doo-doo ALL that freaky sh!t, baby.
all my boasts are the heroic-type,
predispositions and predictions,
not misdirection.
and,
my hot fire gets spit out of a great gaping grate of pearly gates,
live and direct from my heart to yours.
there is a light that never goes out.
111% blister,
not bluster.
berserker barbarian battle-beasts, ya'll.
warrior poets,
livin' in the now,
remaining in the know.
more life.
less story.
never quiet, never soft....
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