SONG OF THE DAY: Oh Honey (kudzu'd)

Worker bees don’t organize No Queen Bees protests. They just work, rising and grinding, inspired to maintain that drone life. Neurologically, they become addicted to the drone worker bee lifestyle to the point their actual neurology changes to where that’s all they think about. They acquire an artificial intelligence that becomes their nature. Anyways, let’s go get this honey!

S3RP3NTS, W1S3 1N D3C31TFVL...

serpents, wise in deceitful 
ways, tread upon us, slithering 
to top of pyramid scheme 

SQV4R3S 4DD CR4FTY 4NGL3S T0...

squares add crafty angles to 
their pyramid schemes, to seem 
as if open to my kind 

SONG OF THE DAY: Phukeng Special

My stomach was fucked up all night last night, I think from too much old ass turmeric in the peanut noodles I made, so I called in sick to work this morning, and went back to sleep. Woke up at like 9:30, and thought, "The heater sounds funny." It wasn't the heater, it was the toilet, which didn't latch shut after an overnight flush. This happened to time perfectly with a slow drain for the whole house due to likely root in the sewer line out in the yard. Anyways, the whole downstairs bathroom and hallway was flooded, and water was dripping into the basement. Luckily this is an old house, so the basement has a dirt/gravel floor and everything is off the ground down there, and none of it was directly beneath the drips through the floorboard. I mopped up the hallway, first time in a while, so it was a reverse blessing I guess, and will figure out the rest of it outside the house. Anyways, that's how my Monday started this week, which would seemingly be a bad sign. But what can you do? A lot of things are breaking right now culturally, some by design, others from neglect. Those who can afford to fix everything want to hoard those resources only for themselves, and are getting stingier and stingier with that wealth, whether conservative or progressive. Nobody at the top of the pyramid scam, no matter how rainbow flaggy their front yard is, wants to give up their spot up high. That ain't on the ballot this year (or any year). It never will be. So the rest of us are left to fend for ourselves, more and more. It is what it is. Life is still a blessing, even if the manmade systems we have to navigate are devilish as fuck.

SONG OF THE DAY: Sunrise (kudzu'd)

Oh look, I wrapped up the heroic crown. It ain't the greatest sonnet in the world, but it's a sonnet, and it fits the pattern and rhyme scheme and gets it done, and I did in true freestyle sonnet fashion and wrote it in about 11 minutes with my rhyming dictionary at hand.

Infinite outlook grants this grimy world more grace, 
man's vision hyperextended our reach too far 
beyond what humility should have kept in place; 
star dusted crowns got delusions of grandeur... par 

for the course when dreamers discourse with mad schemers 
who build pyramids of abstractions. These unreal 
realities start to bind, blind to redeemers 
who arrive to remind us existence is wheel 

and not a line chart. My heart yearns for sunrises 
greeted with hopeful joy, and sunsets filled with peace; 
but this compromised world the devil devises 
entraps the spirit in sadness without release. 

Nonetheless, with stealth I conceal behind this face 
planet rock mentality born from outer space. 

SONG OF THE DAY: (Everybody Wanna Get Rich) Rite Away (kudzu'd)

The funkiest slowed down beats sound like cicadas in summer humidity, with the threat of whippoorwills every now and then, and you love it because it envelopes you, and even when you think about the foxes that might lurk in the dark beyond your human sight, you know they’re little playful things, and pose no threat. Even the coyotes want nothing to do with you, because you’re the biggest threat of all, because you haven’t joined the symphony of nature yet. Maybe you think you have, but if it’s only on the conscious level and hasn’t returned to our collective subconscious, then we ain’t done shit, except too much. We got one foot in “living natural” but only the little toe and the other foot (our right one) is still firmly set down in the false comfort of wealth’s abstraction, which the humanly blessed amongst us hoard like oxygen in a punctured atmosphere, while the rest of us clamor for scraps and dream of becoming free of the struggle of trying to exist in a world ruled by these abstractions.

SONG OF THE DAY: Dreams I'll Never See (kudzu'd)

Rainbow beer cans scaring folks stoked by fears and anxieties of wokeness, in order to ignore the brokenness of how we live where we live, which none of us got a stack of brochures and did deep selection process. Lol, our parents fucked and we were born inside imaginary borders and somehow no matter where this happens, folks get riled up to think it’s the most magical place to have ever existed, that all imagined gods have deigned it the supreme plot of Earth to have a birth randomly happen. Manufactured woke outrage and the perceived inability to realize dreams, while those who truly can’t ever have their dreams be a reality keep getting smooshed between the pyramid scam that’s paying better than ever dividends to the eyeballs at the top. The greatest trick the devil ever played was the all sleight of hand, with two transgender M&Ms underneath 3 Coke bottle caps (plastic, not glass, like at the Mexican grocery store), and flipping them around until you pointed at the one you thought was the great global conspiracy when actually it was under a different cap.

SONG OF THE DAY: Paradise

Bambu is one of the best MCs out there in my opinion. I look forward to whatever new shit he ever drops. And if he don’t drop nothing new, I can keep enjoying the body of work he already created. It’s dudes like this that I wish got paid enough to survive capitalism more easily in our fucked up poison culture. But of course you don’t get paid for telling real shit, unless your realness is fake shit that the Think They’re Reals gobble up like candy corn in the feedlot. And honestly, I truly just appreciate Bambu for being dope as fuck. I wish all of us survived capitalism, and in fact wish the whole fuckin’ thing just got cancelled and we could have a more direct line to happiness, instead of this Rube Goldberg ass contraption called western culture pursuit of happiness if you wasn’t born rich.

W3'V3 PR0GR3SS3D 4S 4 CVLTVR3...

we’ve progressed as a culture 
where work has little meaning 
beyond keeping bills at bay 

a heroic crown about the power of lounge

[All them previous freestyle sonnets made a heroic crown with their last lines, like magic...]
Overlooking how universe truly provides, 
chasing beguiled dreams of pyramid schemes of gold, 
ignoring ebb and flow lessons of lunar tides, 
indoctrination causing inside stranglehold. 

Outlaw minds don't do well with domestic guidelines, 
probably best practice to keep your bindle light 
while navigating these empirical declines. 
It’s best to follow signs the conscious mind can’t cite; 

fools entrust their brain to overcome lack of soul. 
Manmade world is riddled with manufactured sleights; 
meanwhile, this shiftless prole maintains his aimless stroll, 
enjoying the accumulated wild style sights  

as a natural born loser. I know the deal... 
my human roots ain't ragged but raw, rugged, real. 

a freestyle sonnet about the great pyramid scam we all live in

Fools entrust their brain to overcome lack of soul; 
neurologies of need get manipulated 
by advertisements to feed the greed of grand ol' 
partisans - those denizens of the gold-plated 

top tier elite of western civilization's 
pyramid scam, the foundations of which remains 
regular folks, crushed by crunched numbers, low stations 
ingrained in genetics to replicate  the pains 

of struggle in next generation (and beyond). 
Limited class mobility as the patents 
on wealth's nobility hidden behind junk bond 
called freedom. The top tier engineers combatants 

to be attacking each "other"... culture fights - 
manmade world is riddled with manufactured sleights. 

a freestyle sonnet about Sisyphus wishing for a cuban link gold chain

[I guess I am writing freestyle sonnets as this month's daily practice rather than putting up gambleraku with pictures. We shall likely weave these into a heroic crown.]

Overlooking how universe truly provides 
encouragement through magnetic charges unseen 
seems to be malpractice of thought as man abides 
stream of conscience, chasing siren song of machine, 

believing we can be more efficient being. 
But to what end? How do I benefit from these 
Sisyphean dreams which seem to be less than freeing, 
and impact my innate chill with negative squeeze 

of anxieties, panic, depression, and more... 
smorgasbord of worry, hustling with hurry, which 
tinges each day with lack of presence. Constant war 
against manmade economic riptides enrich 

no struggling souls with real happiness to behold, 
chasing beguiled dreams of pyramid schemes of gold. 

D0N'T H4T3 TH3 PL4Y3R, H4T3 TH3...

“don’t hate the player, hate the 
game” carnival world where we 
compromise self for prizes 

S0M3 F0LKS D3S1R3 4SC3NS10N...

some folks desire ascension 
of abstract pyramids to 
reach the clouds; I just gaze up 

SONG OF THE DAY: Soul Heart Transplant (kudzu'd)

[Been out of practice of writing blurbs for songs, so just whipped out a freestyle sonnet for today...] 

The ebbs and flows of brain and heart... Information 

consumed often containing poisons, polluting 

thinking with fear or hate, raw manipulation 

of reactionary types quick to be shooting 

off "just asking questions" digressions of discourse. 

Meanwhile, natural rights and wrongs known (or divined) 

at heart level from birth, which manmade laws enforce 

according to our mythology; but you'll find 

aberrations from heartfelt path, men using math 

chasing pyramids of numbers rather than shared 

goodness of existence, before bloodletting bath 

between divisions. Mind is where the two are paired - 

brain and heart - coming together, and back apart. 

I always hope that spirited thought's seen as smart. 

4LL TH4T GL1TT3RS 41N'T G0LD, 4LL...

all that glitters ain’t gold; all 
you need is within your soul 
(most of us pawned it away) 

4M3R1C4'S PYR4M1D...

America’s pyramid 
scam promised salvation, but 
some of us just can’t be saved 

S3LF-SVFF1C13NCY S0M3H0W...

self-sufficiency somehow 
became consumerism 
without a credit limit 

C0NCR3T3 R3B4R M0N0L1THS...

concrete rebar monoliths 
wait to be torn down to make 
room for new pyramid scams 

TH3 R31GN 0F QV4NT1TY SH4LL...

the reign of quantity shall 
continue for as long as 
abstract pyramids are built