Archive for July, 2016

Don’t Party On Yer Birthday

Birthdays are for looking at photos. Thanking friends and dredging good memories. Take it slow and slack on party day But birthday hard every day. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Love, Like Courage, Is Invented.

Bravery happens when you least expect it. You like him or you don’t. Love and courage take some coaxing. If you don’t come to the party, They won’t. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

None Of That Mattered

Keep your chin up and Get out of that gutter. Smile like it’s breathing and Go hug your mother. Hug somebody’s mother or father Or you. Be you and live you and do what you do. Cause nothing else matters but Adding love to the stew. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Hang Ten On Your Own Wave

You sleep, eat and shit. Maybe not in that order. You’re you today then Tomorrow crossing borders. A father, a mother. A Kid growing up. Living out cycles that Never, ever stop. See them. Be them. And know Them all up. Then you ride your cycles To the Toppy, top, top! Thank you, friend. Barry […]

When Yer Shaken Like A Leaf You Can See The Tree Bark

It’s micro macro. Turtles all the way down. Turn one over and There’s another turtle found. Hard on top. Soft on the bottom. Good to learn turtle cause Everybody got ’em. Thank you, friend. Barry out.      

Oblivion, Where Art Thou?

Sure I can reach the highest high From right here on the ground. And I can die without a why At least not one I’ve found. So then I live this second life. Like I’ve been born again. And yet I know my birthday not And I cannot say just when To cut or bake […]

And If You Call Me An Asshole You’d Be Right

Oh the better me is better free To judge past pal ‘o mine. He’s a moron, yes and I Must confess that He’s no frienda mine. I hate that dude because He’s so rude and Came unglued Without being clued into Who and what he was. He was him alright. Hating every night, Dragged him […]

Waves By You

If entropy exists and yet the world turns, Is the world now slowing down? Is it the world or me who sets this pace? Is it the world making me into this clown? Or can I run back time? Can I lay it on the line and Still feel fine ’bout What is mine and […]

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You better have your story figured out. You better know what it’s all about. You better not leave home without A story you know all about. And shout. It out. Then leeson real hard for echoes. Thank you, friend. Barry out.  

Your Life Has No Control Group

You try, man. You try hard! This, you try that… You watch and learn ’cause Man, you just don’t know. You say you do even though, Only one way to go. To… or is it fro? Thank you, friend. Barry out.        

Make Life Shiny Then Polish Like A Beggar

Smile and say ahh. Stretch as high as you can. Peer off into the distance. Chuckle for no reason. Now you’re doin’ it right. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Life Flows Backwards

Feel that stream. Lean on into it. Swim like hell. Like you give a shit. Then give’r shit. Bite hard on it. Leave a mark on it. Make your message fit No distance. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

You Could Go Back But Never Return

Every step. Every look. And not one step or look Misstook. Everyone figured into each play. Each adding up, up to today. And yes it matters What you say. Thank you, friend. Barry out.    

This Was Man Made Afraid

Ah you don’t wanna love less Your love get lost. You know damn well at Love hasa cost. It don’t take cheques and has No balances. An lordy help those overdrawn. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

T’was A Virtual, Virtual, Virtual Reality.

She snapped an image of him Taking a picture. Of a photo with his too Smart phone. They were snap, taking, holding realities In dimensions to themselves unknown. Thank you, friend. Barry out.    

He Had A Mind Like A Steel Trap: If It Wasn’t Forced Open, Nothing Was Caught.

You better think alot of yourself. Learn to pat yourself on the back. And maybe when yourself gets a little too grumbly, Give yourself a little love tap. You deserve it! Thank you, friend. Barry out.  

See… Here, It’s Raining.

Tough not to judge from Where you are. You broken shoes and Dude gotta car. He rollin’ offa road not Too far. You better off breakin’ Shoes over thar. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Rats Don’t Pile

Squeeze ’em together. They’ll bite each other. Some’ll even turn gay. Some’ll eat up all ‘a damn food. Others fuck the day away. Rats ain’t good at bunching up. Rats, they need their space. The biting, fighting, and screwing themselves got Nothin’ to do with race. Thank you, friend. Barry out.  

The Coming Of Unglued Number Two

See people can’t change. They want to. But can’t. They have the power But use it They shan’t. Homeostasis. Life on a slant. Favoring the pitch of The No Go camp. Thank you, friend. Barry out.  

Taming Tommy

The threat’s in here. Just up ahead. Or maybe it’s over our Goddamn head. Like I said… LOOKOUT! Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Two Upsets Don’t Make An Upright

You get angry. I do not. Your web will not Create my fraught. I’m not caught. Juss you. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

See Just Below Crazy? At’s Where We’re Headed!

Shh quiet! I thought I heard something. Something I should not have heard. I shouldn’t have heard you utter ya. Utter at discouraging word. I should not. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Trapped By Insects And Homemade Wine Inside This Damned Old House

Ya got Kraft Cheese Whiz. Your one kay gee jar. Normally couldn’t steal the bloody stuff for, Eight nine-ninety nine, maybe Seven ninety-nine and now FIVE NINETY-NINE witha FOUR JAR LIMIT! (That’s eight if we wanna go in separate…) And me stuck here causa Damn wine and insects! Maybe could you get my wheezy? Thank […]

Serious Gaming

See it. See it. See the Seestem. See it’s bottom. See it’s top. See where it begins. And stops. See? You’re outside now. Where you want to be? Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Oh Jesus Please Tell Me That’s You

Your heart can be opened up you know. Without being opened up. Your eyes can be wide seeing nothing but scars. But not wide enough to see that thars Blinders that look nada like blinders. Grinders that surely don’t grind. And if that is you Jesus with your hand on my shoulder, Could ya take […]

But Could She Remember Rat Nine Thousand?

Oh dat Evil! It be bad! Evil make awful Bess frienda never had. An at’s sad. Lawyers be glad. Puta nold guy ina seestem. .. Thank you, friend. Barry out.