Trajectory Lyrics

A bunch of you have emailed me directly asking for the Trajectory lyrics, so figured I’d make it easy for everyone and just post them. The sound file’s still in the previous post.


Rhymes crossin’ lines and causin’ commotion,
I’m dipped like Achilles in the river Styx potion,
I’m mentally moistened with enchanted flow-lotion,
Yeah, including my heels, so best be droppin’ that notion,
Now ya can’t read my lips, as eyes can’t track their motion,
When I’m flexin mental muscle like my mind was Hulk Hogan
Yo ta rouse up da “rabble”, past political slogans,
Spittin’ anti-poison points
like darts from my tongue blowgun,
With words ‘stead o’ lead am I loading my flowguns
‘fore drawnin my claws from my paws like I’m Logan
to restore New York City of Troy to us Trojans
From shells o’men, holdin’ locust souls,
like those o’ Vogons

We even got to love the oppressors x3
But we don’t have to take it from them

Now I’m a gyroscopic dervish,
a griffin most unMervish,
A shorty-pleasin’ freak,
yes I must admit I’m pervish
Lovin’ kindly bud kind, and women firm and curvish
Helps my helecoptic drop-kick knock da conquerors topsy-turvish
with the heart of a lion, and the head of an eagle,
What I eat is raw meat, not the saccharine-sweet treacle,
beamed as waking dreams from church and media steeple,
to move mooin’ masses, of ungulate people,
the smell say it wholesome, but the substance be fecal,
so peekl- ike Dorothy ‘hind the closed curtain,
view the humbug thug, and with danger you flirtin’, now
but don’t get dissuaded in, threats they paraded in,
to stir-up the waves of the waters we waded in
Cut down the trees, all our ancestors shaded in
obliterate th’shape of the world the Source made it in,
our souls for efficiency, solely they’d trade it in
to silence modern prophets from out-blurtin’ certainty, in
tocsins, to defrock sins, o’ those who spewin’ new toxins,
pressin’ the flocks in, to cubical coffins,
passin’ mind’s-eye dark glasses to blind those they mockin,
stuffin’ socks in the maws of the different-drum marchers
to silence the voices o’vocal, social word archers
but pensmen’s meant swordsmen and shieldsman’s ment-parchers
So we’ll cleave through the man’s paltry armor of starched-shirts
Like lye in the eye, to their mind, caustic truth hurts
so they try to deny higher site of the converts
from their way of life, while to nature they’re converse
Buyin’ circular, sly, awry testify’n’ experts
For hidin’ their hands, on which our victims’ blood spurts
thicker than water, and redder than alerts
While cower the cowed with a kowtow bow and a sey-curts


and so on it go on as the dollar gets handed up
But know the holiest grail was a carpenter’s sanded cup,
I’d hope when o’restressed, downpressed volcanic man’d erupt
ta demand out of hand reprimand of the man’s corrupt,
Canned barcode “brand” of life long, never lookin’ up
to see we’re all one, and it’s time we be hookin’ up
Utopian dreams into schemes to be cookin’ up
Dissolving the lies that our lives have been gookin’ up
Said what’s settled as sediment’s meant ta get shooken up
Their challenge is made, now the gauntlet gets tooken up
The Wailers said “stand!” ain’t it time we were standin’ up?
Once we all jump on our feet we’ll be landin’ up
Stop bein’ their puppets, ‘n’make string pullin’-men pet-pups
Cause sheep teeth could kill wolf, if only they banded up.
Don’t know about you, but I’m sick o’ the bullshit,
The one thing in life of which they serve up a surfeit,
They say nothing good works, because nothing is perfect
But love, straight to peace’ll set this world’s

A better way for Pope Francis

I just wrote a long response to a friend on FB about this meme.

It was too long for that venue, so reposting here for everyone; who knows, maybe you’ll like it too…

So about the Pope’s recent encyclical on Climate Change and other screwed up stuff about this world

I read most of it. It was long as hell, so forgive me if I go on a bit too – I’ll still be much briefer then the good pontiff 😉  I agree with 90% of what he says, maybe more. It’s his solutions and views of the root causes of the problems I see playing into the hands of the self-styled “Elite.” For example, at 129 he talks about the need to use Civil authorities to restrain massive monoculture and favor sustainable approaches like Permaculture (though he doesn’t call it by that name) because the little guys can’t compete. I agree with him Big Agro is bloody awful and Permaculture one of the major keys to a positive future. But the solution is not to pass more laws. Big agro is massively subsidized by government in lots of ways – just remove that. Also, the little guys didn’t used to know how to do things right –  the farmers who got squeezed out were not practicing permaculture, they were using misguided agro techniques, turning over the soil, thereby destroying it’s vitality, creating the dust bowl, desertification, etc. Look at the work of people like Sepp Holzer, Geoff Lawton, and Masanobu Fukuoka. People like that hold the key to beautiful, sustainable, diverse, restorative, small scale food production, and they are phenomenally successful. In the case of Holzer, the government has been his biggest opponent in creating abundance and healing the land. Re fossil fuels (also massively subsidized – how about we stop that?) Nicola Tesla was inventing the means to harness the earth’s electrical field and provide free energy on demand to all of humanity in the early 1900s. That was derailed by JP Morgan, and when Tesla died, his notes and other intellectual property were seized and classified by J Edgar Hoover, a representative of what? The US Government.  Countless other patents are held secret because they would likely disrupt the current strangle-hold paradigm. Wall street’s fueling of an unsustainable, rampant, soulless, consumer “culture” got you down? Here is a 1912 cartoon predicting what would happen under the Aldrich Plan, which we now know as the Federal Reserve. Look at it and tell me this is not exactly what’s come to pass. So again, it is the centralization of power in Government, and its inevitable use to benefit the “elite” that’s at the root of the problem. Don’t like the genocide of the Native Americans? Who did it? Federal Troops. Don’t like the Holocaust? Who did it?  Government troops. And so on and so on – the list is endless.  But now in Chapter 5 of his missive, the Pope suggests we save ourselves by again further consolidating power in the hands of a “true world political authority”[aka, Government] which is “empowered to impose sanctions.”

Who would control that power? How would they wield it? What comes next, if sanctions prove insufficient to enforce compliance? I will answer those rhetorical questions: 1) The “Elite” would control it – aka the people who want to rule the world and pretty much do. 2) For their own  benefit 3) Military enforcement (aka violence) is the objective. Just like every time before. 

None of that is needed. If we believe in people, in the net positivity of humans, it is clear that now, with the internet (one successful government infrastructure program of military origin I’m grateful for) Permaculture, projects like the Civilization Starter Kit, Direct local production (ex. amazing rapid advances in 3D printing like this, and this) we have the tools to diffuse power and self-evolve a positive future from the ground up without further enabling “new” overlords under the dangerously pleasant illusion that they will, for the first time ever, benevolently gift one to us.  The question is, are we, as individuals, willing to make it happen.


Oh my little caveman
Running free
Untwisted by self-serving
Braces of society
Naked in the sun
Not merely shameless
But unsuspecting of shame’s existence
Acting each impulse with no trace of resistance
Oh little caveman
New remnant of ancient past
Free in dulcet hayday that
Bittersweetly cannot last
Sounding thy barbaric yawps
Into the wind, thy brother
A club in one hand
Your little schlong in the other.

Tom n Lisa’s Wedding Dance

Forests, flowers, bridges, towers, mushrooms, festoons
Where stand six billion befuddled maroons
Heads a-scratch, on a giant gym floor, up the whole orb taking
Planned by who-knows-who, four billion spins in the making

While girls stray to one side, boys the other
Praying for partner, perchance lover
While most shuffle in lines, while many corner-cower
You dance steps picked for you by joy’s power

What most call pipes-a-clank, you know it’s drums
Where most hear silence, you, melodic hums
You danced spasmodic, danced erotic, danced apart
Danced for yourselves ‘til danced you to your counter-hearts

Dervish-like, ecstatic, twirling, cruise you by
Throwing light by nature, ne’er a need to try
“Come you lone wall-flowers, see our wacky waltz and rise!
There’s music everywhere! Come exercise your thighs!”
Pours from your focused eye gaze, fusing nucleeiz,
To kindle sopping hearts with sparks like tinders dry

Together dancing different through the ebbs ’n’ flows
Together getting punch and rubbing trodden toes
Together dancing different ‘til time comes you goes.
And maybe after that, who knows? Who knows?