Lil' Phil

Just know L.P.

just don't care

Just let down your hair

Just let loose

Just set free da juice.

Just come alive

Never take a dive

Just run & skip

Just flow

Like a river, is you walking

demeanor cool just like snow

Just usurp

don't rehearse

Pay no attention to the hearse

For it's not for the likes of you

and the likes of me

Like Kool and the Gang

We are family!

No dyings not for us...
... us three billy goats gruff...

Anticipation

Agape in anticipation...

high weirdness by mail

it's way off their scales

An experience onto itself

and over into itself 

a million fold...

I accept theres no positive youth

Revolution:

I reject that we stand no chance

Promises/Logo

Soft steady

just let it fall out

it will stop sometime

should lull you to sleep

unbelieveable

Drunken sweethearts

smooch as they stagger home

arms intertwined

supporting eachother in everything

every step

doctor prescribed

self medication

I'll take my hands off your neck 

if you promise not to breath

I'll give your glasses back, if you promise

not to see

I'll take my hands off your neck

if you promise not to breath

I'll unbreak your glasses

just swear not to see

I'll follow you home 

as long as I lead

Your life is all trademarks

walking billboards to me

no scratch for you

your advertsing is free

you pay so we know

where you shop

stores you go

seems pointless to me

advertising for free

Hope God stamps your soul

with its own kinda logo!

occams razor

They recommended me for lock down

of coarse you'll have to pay

a burly amount

We cant engage locks

without tax payers

they can enrage by 

playing tax takers

The pieces continue to move

in the game you wernt aware of

the game you were picked for, sticked for

Wearing tweed blazers

Occams razor

it couldn't be that simple

popping Occams pimple

"News"

Depart with haste

the air has tastes

the stacks shriek sullied smoke

clouds break apart

not an incling of hope

Big biz is killing our kids

picking and choosing

whats seen on the "News" screen

The Westinghouse report

seen nightly at 5 and 11

stay hypnotized awhile

again at 7

you have seen the program

have you noticed the scam?

Worm Farm

1. When I was little
2. I had a worm farm
3. I had over a hundred
4. I named everyone of them something different

I couldn't remember which one was which

but I could pretend

I remember my next door neighbor

her name was Rebecca

she had glasses

she probably has contacts now

I had a crush on a girl named Stevie

I remember once she pretended

to do a strip tease for me

I got an erection

I was six

I don't have a worm farm anymore

but I still get erections.

Cousins

With family in pinion

I can't bring myself to correspond

My selfishness

astounds me

Putting letters in order to make sentences

arranged in paragraphs

Putting letters into mailboxes

to give someone something to look forward to

My selfishness

astounds me...

Questionable Intentions

A Devils ring

caught up in a paper pulp maze

a better grease spot

on blue line stained

shorthand stationary

The faded memory of

forlorn spirits

Heroic doses

and

Questionable choices

No excuse

too hackneyed

A dedicated intention to deliver

your besmirched liver

A sliver

of the river

I'm about to administer

one from my quiver

To whom it may concern

Just a thought

before you continue

down your path

will this become

your true will

will those ends

justify these means

You have something

some voice

some direction.

something has to wake you up

If its not prison

than monotony,

church may be your perch

it doesnt matter to me

a blacked out stuper

steming from

deeper issues

well why not deal with issues

save your tissues

control your misuse

No one has to listen

no one has to do right

by themselves

or anyone else

People are not doomed

to become carbon copy

misprints of their parents

or their childhood

True wil 

is free

and alive

being exercised every single day

in every single way

soft stone

In a soft stone secret world

a ruffian plays a silent flute

night time bugs dont wind their watches

dont mind their losses

don't notice the crosses

don't listen to bosses

In a soft stone secret world 

the laughter links

the garbage stinks

subterranian sinks

cant work out the kinks

In a soft stone secret world

hind site registers 20/15

and you'll see like an eagle.

your way

To title your sentence

and renounce all repentence

or to offer no thought with opinion

to be brought

I'll leave in a week

 at the drop of a hat

Reliving old lives

Deja done that

I'm leaving this place

not running away

I look over my shoulder

a mirror displayed

Fake pat on your back

You did it your way.

CRAP

Hello old friend.

Familiar grip

nurtures my soul

New time

pass to old time

through the creamy middle

To take your stance

sitting, leaning, being.

Brother to man

walking in protocol

footsteps just out of time.

The rhyme you posed

snapping fingers

out of tone.

From a record you stole

and forged as your own

Road Book 1dated 1995

The reason for living

living in action

a blairing, busted, crusted

congested

trees the bestest, above all the restest

A wave that has crested

a slim tram diet plan

I question man

all their plans

Stan, no Dan

the rock and roll man

To the white race

a child stealing

steal your face

A race paced by pure disgrace

cops that have maced

innocent man or grateful dead fan

once again not Stan or Dan

or ectasy holding man

A hotel room

a pool to swum

and a horrible hole to be dug

by a thug, influenced by drugs

treads in moms rug

riding or eating

bettle or bug

My scribbles done in drunken pleasure

no way to measure all plucked feathers

an arrow stuck in sparrow

a mummified pharoh

elbowed and reformed

not from school

hostpital, or bible

friends with Chip Weigel

I've busted mad styles

broken crack viles

apostrophe s

I smoke up the cess

my teeth defy creast

made by procter and gamble

a David Bowie sample

"Come out of your houses"

I rage out car windows

"What is the meaning of this"

a Billie Dee piss

sheets laid with crys

an error in spelling

like Bill Cosby

I'm jelling

like an animal

I'm smelling

Road Book 1dated 1995

An error in judgement has brought it

this on myself

myself hath bought this

self and no one else

An icey cream dream that soon sent out screams

of growing passion and rage

just like you I was pushed

onto stage...

For all to see 

audience take heed

I send out a warning

to fellow children of morning

stay alive in your boots

not dead in their suits

Let your eyes adjust

rub if you must

to the horizen obtrusion

beware the conclusion

To west we must march, or dig, or just flow

not stopped by lack of land

not sleet, and not snow

Above and beyond we will

blow,blow,blow

away from these shackles

and

fucked root that they've sown.

Home Book 1 ?

Wading in his soak

Knee high, waist deep

until I float

living life for loaf

A slacker never cries

He goes "I don't give a shit"

Fuzzy world seen

through tearful eyes.

He knows when it gets hard

he'll quit.

Home Book 1 January 19, 2007

After thirty one years

this birth anniversary doesn't mean a goddamn thing...

Just a reminder of the hope

of a twelve year old kid.

The cool jobs are still in reach...

as long as I wear these backwards glasses.

What utter disappointment in tweens eyes

as he's told of his future.

All that smoke that was blown up your ass

"the sky's the limit"

"you can do or be anything you want"

"You have so much potential"

I'd have to say they lied

but I don't think I ever tried...

Home Book 1 2004

It will never be enough

It'll always be too much...

It doesn't matter the stuff.

or if I'm feeling rough.

from hard rock to powder fluff

It still won't call my bluff.

It will never be enough

It will always be too much...

Broken spoke wagon wheel

but 22's are what's cool

It doesn't matter anymore

you're just an old fool..

You might of been cool at 22

After the new rims

What else should you do?

I wish I could

sustain this seduction.