Kie's Rhymes

some of these are songs, some are poems, and some of them even I'm not sure what they are.
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many me

For days that I'm crazy and made out of gravy
with legs wouldn't save me from stairs,
and I'm fading near fainting and falling and failing
and frankly a little impaired,
I'd left a request on my "editor's desk"
for the use of my Muse from its lair:
a muppety thing existing on dreams
in its home between me and my hair.
It slithered out slickly, grasped my mind quickly,
and tossed me a bunch of word salad-
and my editor chef-ed it impressively, checked it,
and gave me a bowl full of ballads.
the idea was this: that I didn't exist
as a snowflake adrift in the pallid...
but was split up and mixed in as hundreds of kids
who were itchin' to take on a challenge;
dispersed on this earth and searching for worth
and each the others' worst cheater,
like a game where the gamers take brains from each player
but they share the same mental health meter.
And the trickiest bit, from my sit where it sat
was that shit-all was all to be doing
to ensure with these mees all stealing from mees,
that it wouldn't be Me they were screwing!
But it pleased me to think that my clones and I drink
from the same pool of pink lemonade;
so if one me is thirsting another is quenched -
when one hot, another in shade.
Then maybe when my life's exploding in color,
my other mees days have all grayed;
and perhaps when I'm frustrated falling asleep,
there are other mees out getting laid.
So I vowed not to care when I'm barely aware
of the life in my mouth when I taste it,
and to cherish the barest of tides that are mine,
a traitor to mees if I waste it.
Now uncertain of who might be me (could be you)
I'll assume that we're all mees and sharing,
so if one of me/us makes me mad and I cuss,
then it must be at us/me I'm swearing...
all this took a second- in a flash I had reckoned,
and knew that I must make a note,
one the last thing I needed (and here finally conceived it)
... how not to be bored while I wrote.

still here

I create this process of waiting in the fog less,
walking with my dog at break of dawn: awaking, ah yes;
I promise that my progress depends upon my oddness
I'd sacrifice the king for pawns and never call it flawed chess;
Society's a hot mess, we truly need a goddess -
'cause we're a sneeze and not blessed - the shirt of earth's a snot-fest.
But I perceive a long bet, so please believe I'm on set
with honest plans to take a stand and help relieve some pawn debt;
I fetch and cast a strong net, it's catch as can in yon wet -
our chance is flowing past and going fast but isn't gone yet

high on sober

the Day is the Trip from the pill of Night,
and if you’ve ever felt a nip from the chill of plight
then you know you gotta get not ill and right
in the time between evening and morning light - 
if not, piss-pot thoughts and ways
are the thick plot twist dropped in your day;
slop coffee gotta be on top of game,
not a wannabe or woulda-been lost and lame.
Grab the drip-drop, twist on the water main
and be the wet to the weather like hot to flame;
like fire to heat! like pot to kettle -
like puttin’ down the paddle pushing pedal to the metal..
like a little bitty kitty turning tiger from a kitten
flickin' tail nails thick an' bite that threatens you with bitten
I’ll be gettin’ to the mother fuckin’ picture perfect point:
another plan run outta luck or something? gotta light the joint.
And - it seems to ease the torture it’s the tincture and the bounce.
So - sure I’ll take some more sir no remorse, gimme an ounce.
But - if it’s only gonna get me quickly stuck onto a couch?
Then - I oughtta ditch the sticky and be sticking with the ouch.

prohet lost in laughter

I could profit like a boss
but I'm a prophet at a loss-
watch me cop to losing proper
as I'm proffering the sauce;
raise a glass aloft to losing
races past and pass the boozing
glass and loosen up your tie and try
your ass at what's amusing;
though at last I find some winning
plans I understand the spinning
of the land beneath my feet will keep
my path from fleet beginnings - 
super wistful due to fistfuls of the time I had for spending
getting tossed into the wind like it was simply never ending
Still I kill it when I'm aiming
got some skill in silly gaming
and the rules are what you make 'em
I'll get anything I'm naming-
I'm parading if it's raining
if it's quiet serenading's
what I try it sends thought flying
but I never mind the braining
so I'll smile clever all the while passing out the liquor...
though the fear's a fast emotion I hear laughter moves you quicker

wish I had a dog

if i had a dog, i wouldn't be dog-less.
swear i wouldn't curse god when i cleaned dog mess-
tryinna set my life for one since august
of my year twenty eight: made no progress;
if i had a mutt, i'd sit on my butt less, 
man i tell you what makes me head-butt desk, 
guess i'll confess that i need me a pup that's
fun as a rollercoaster / sharp as a cutlass.
man i want a dog! damn i'd love a canine
easy as a log fall they could always stay mine-
every time i pray i'm askin' each deity
in many kind of ways if they could teach me to be
in any type of place my dog could feel free to be
happy in, crappy inner deacons preach mean to me:
do i have the room? ... really? wanna bet?
do i have the money for some visits to the vet?
do i have a life that's calm and set
so my dog won't get all alarmed and fret?
Negative response it's no and no,
till i get the life i want, well, so it goes;
still a thought that haunts is if hell froze
it'd be great to awake to a cold wet nose.

lemon candy

get my act together like some clapping action
gotta make a pact against the crappy factions - 
turn away the negative: electric motor
burn the day so night can live: ecliptic solar.
my plans are like a slip and slide, never sticky
gotta get a grip and like, a lever, quickly
got a world to trip and I'm: clever... iffy
whoever's for a do or die endeavor (it's me)
had better take whatever shit is given/handy
and concentrate until I make it lemon candy

bangin' my bangle

Where’s the swash I can buckle?
My day’s a sandwich of knuckles-
why’s my life so minus cats and fattened up with Arbuckles?
Where’s the joke that I can chuck into a bucket of chuckles
until my hustle isn’t fussy and I’m pumpin’ these muscles?
Trust it’s not that I’m lazy maybe you’ve seen me sweatin’,
gettin’ all kinds of crazy, baby, learning these lessons:
if it’s a weight I can pick it, if it’s a ball I can kick it
but if it’s planned then I’ll be damned if I can ever stick with it;
I never needed a picket I’ll take the emptiest lot-
and a team of human beings, like, whoever you got;
the only thing that holds attention for me like it or not
is when the crew is in the car and the vehicle’s hot.

I need a goal I can tackle laid on my soul’s tabernacle,
if I can master making plaster I got holes I can spackle...
the cookies crackle and crumble in crumbs I dump in a jumble-
it’s dumb to jump through every hoop but dude I’m stumped when I stumble;
I guess my feathers are rumpled/my best leather is crumpled-
yes it’s a mess o' trouble what’ll get me out of this rubble?
I’m passin’ out on the couch and on the floor on the job
and as fast as I pounce the bounce is more of a bob;
oh I’m more jiggle than jangle I give each angle a wiggle
to see if bangin' a bangle or bakin’ pie helps a little
so every squiggle and doodle and bit I tootle and type
'll scoot me closer to the root of the confusion and hype

up my sleeve

I got this ace.
It would be of use with a deuce if I could do the whole run
I wouldn’t mind three of a kind, and two pair could be fun
see, I got this ace.
It might make a good full house but any fool spouse
would have to be crazy to make babies with the lazy tool I been lately, so
I got this ace, and
here’s my card: plumber... bummer, hop off pot not flushing refutes
-I’d be in business in a minute if I had matching suits, but
I still got this, Ace.
Not wild, I heard that joker got caught
but it is two different cards in the same One Spot
...now that’s hot.
This ace is first in place and last to leave, a duel bi,
half the time it’s down to earth and half the... something, too high;
but this ace could be my ticket if picked with more true pard’s
so Universe, I’ll raise but first... gimme four new cards.

i scream for ryhme schemes

I think I gotta get another cup of coffee in me
otherwise I know that there’s no way that I’ll begin, see;
tryina free my soul the joke is that it’s always been free
but anything that’s ever done we always do again, we
have to use our knowledge to produce a new solution,
it’s weird a creature smart as us is losing to pollution,
you’d think a bigger brain would somehow lead to less confusion,
but our clever makes us better suited to illusion...

Always ready to be deadly, everyone’s a product
of our own environment, that’s probably why we’re all fucked;
but even if the luck is out you know I’m down to try it,
so sell a lie of life revised I’d really like to buy it - 
don’t ignore the Kie it’s: best to get to listening
to glitter that I spit or speak to keep the vision glistening!
I guess I’m not the best with plans it seems I’m always breakin’ ‘em,
but with a crew the plans we’d do! I’m really good at makin’ ‘em.
One day I’ll finally find a way to do the things I’m dreaming,
until that time I’ll play with rhyme (it’s either that or screaming).

the deal

what's the deal, whats the deal? got a lot to be doin'

an' if history is fit to be repeated I'm screwin'

up a lot my cup I got I'm sloshin' and quaffin'

an' runnin' down fun until I sleep in my coffin

and so often I've forgotten what I'm plottin' and schemin'

when distracted by attractiveness - I'm only day dreamin'

but I'm determined to be earnin' this good life that I'm livin'

so I'll return what I've been givin' now by buildin' this vision.

daystar nightmare

Night horse ridden, day star skiddin':
into the dark sky while remarks I get in- 
all "why"s written, all wise hidden;
all "how"s unknown in this house I sit in;
Got dreams by the pound, schemes by the ton
but it seems that I've found that the speeds I run
keep me in the deep, like: sheep, two, one...
bed-bound in a trance-like sleep, no fun;
brain race rowdy, yup/clown face howdy, but:
bod on the nod like my eyeball's cloudy; what
piece or bit is the missed ingredient-
why can't I get through the list expedient

watch me talk it

you can watch the way I talk it so I hope I catch you gawkin' me
it's more than just a topic though, its personal philosophy
it's worth it to go off on it and posit passive honesty
and not be stopped so often fearing thoughts of passing oddity.

i oughtta be a little better suited to the office scene
and offer up my services in learning what a profit means
but ever after laughter gleaned from touring exotic dreams
lured me from my future I'm a prophet at a loss it seems

never saw a solid sign, of all the many must have been;
unless it said to exit only - there I mostly stepped within.
and though the slope i slid it was a giddy ride and radder,
down here I spy the differences between a slide and ladder.

cyborg life

So I looked:
I took these eyes, and I said, these eyes show me too wide a spectrum,
high-beams to heart-strings and each thing a lesson; 
so I swapped the right for a cyber eye (but the left one I left in)
'cause it improves the view mightily when it's only light that gets in-
and I said:
This heart what's not meat's got sweet spots but a lot weak,
and these parts squeak loud, freak out aloud when allowed to speak;
so I tweaked the engineering, fearing intimate exposure
to this over analyzing feelings keeps me from composure;
I just twisted in a piston, a simple pump to move the blood,
lest the breath that fears our death forget it merely serves the mud,
then installed a small compressor, pressure storage for the feels-
so I could play the hand when given.. but chose when I would deal
and I thought:
This thin skin I'm in has been hit by gritty wind,
why in the world would I not try to apply a bit of tin
what's the use of not using some tools and a little steel
for a thicker shield that doesn't let shit in and guards for real?
I know:
I wouldn't be a robot, I like my 'ware much wetter
I'll keep my soul but on the whole .. cyborg life is better