tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11116727560464649982024-03-08T06:27:50.680-08:00khaddishUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111672756046464998.post-35842501526484652452021-12-26T18:34:00.008-08:002021-12-26T18:34:55.048-08:00Clouds of Teargas<p>Everything looks more promising through clouds of tear gas anyway</p><p>A sweet billowing haze of tears</p><p>Tears</p><p>Through ducts and sharpens the corneas</p><p>Wise mean split swords to suppose</p><p>One can see the weakness of a man right through his iris</p><p>Like hobbits and women, the struggles of men are not for all beings</p><p>For so much is superior to the ego and might of the grown adolescents</p><p>We call men</p><p>To tears</p><p>Because of the promises through clouds of gas anyway</p><p>Everything looks more promising</p><p>Then the clouds of tear gas</p><p>When the man stand in their riot gear</p><p>Protecting nothing from nothing</p><p>Or people from their freedom</p><p>Men will insist on choosing for you</p><p>Armed to the teeth</p><p>Spewing for clouds of tear gas</p><p>Promising away everything</p><p>To other men</p><p>To another man</p><p>Simply crying from all the things</p><p>In clouds of tear gas.</p><p>On the asphalt</p><p>Resting beneath the restless clouds</p><p>Not those of mountaintops</p><p>And sierra nevadas</p><p>But the raunchy aromas of men's toys</p><p>Plastic castles covered in mildew</p><p>On the shower floor</p><p>After PE</p><p>Where the boys tossed other boys</p><p>Into trashcans</p><p>To the sounds of tears</p><p>Like the echoes through clouds</p><p>Of promises through the haze of angry soldiers</p><p>Everything clearer without clouds</p><p>The shields transparent</p><p>Like martial law</p><p>Rules at the end of baton</p><p>jzustice in the courts of imprisonment</p><p>Hope stepped upon</p><p>Like the dark asphalt</p><p>Upon which the men </p><p>Lean their straw heads</p><p>The rest of us looking elsewhere</p><p>As if fore a divergent wood in a yellow wood</p><p>Since everything looks more promising through clouds of tear gas anyway</p><p><br /></p><p>Oakland, CA</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111672756046464998.post-2751989100971736292020-08-20T13:00:00.002-07:002020-08-20T20:48:57.770-07:00The Vineyards Burn<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">I</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span> </span>Ashes fall from the sky like the entrails of spirits lynched from gods. Fires burn their melting tentacles into a destructive omnipotence, the science wrath of death, the crimson clouds painted with the blood of the earth, the great storms of turf wars built up into a sky of effervescent hate, the knowledge of centuries dwindling to the ground like forgotten lovers.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span> </span>Alexandria burned much the same way, with a Caesarian wit to light the wick, the words of humanity unravelled and composted like ordinary garbage, the experience of humanity deconstructed into ember magic of disappearing fates, erasing the livelihood of history.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span> </span>There aren't enough synonyms for smoke. Fumes of effort evaporate like exhaust in the traffic sun where the work of billions vaporizes into one day after another day and another day in the any other ways and means in which nature's greatest mistake fries itself.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span> </span>Gasoline is the cocktail of happy hours across the planet, the stripped blood and plasma nourishment of a planet set alight. Cheers to the martinis and cosmopolitans! Great speech writers take the stage to highlight their concern, outside the bodies smolder and stench, foul death in the air like fresh flesh on the grate of qn unclean grill.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span> </span>Spending hours and upon hours contemplating the nature of fission is like staring into the sun - when fusion explosion traps grab hold of the senses and say, like sickness in the halls of the morgue, that enough is enough. Blind elders explaining that the end is nigh, the world collapses on the cots of refugees, while spires of infernos are only symptoms of a much greater illness.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span> </span>The sickly might of a sickly child coughing into the bosom of a fearful mother, the escape makes no sense other than death. To flee, to breathe, to sleep, to rub... perchance to dream. These weaponized hopes of escapism are nothing more than the illusory reality, the fabricated truth, the rested exhaustion of a people on the verge of death.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span> </span>No sugar, no candy, no confection, no sweet relief. None of these little treats will replace the bounty of grapes and bread where the mother and milk nourished the mind for unending days, the careful maternal careers of matriarchs who wanted only to survive to see the smiles - their laughing child safe at home.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span> </span>Candy is but a luxury... and candy everybody wants. Lust and hate, is that the candy? Blood and love decidedly taste so sweet. Stealing from others the brilliance that they offer and in hopes of keeping it for themselves? A sharing economy should be redundant and still the halls are packed with the coughing and the lame - rusted off limbs and rubbed out eyes, the blind, deaf and otherwise senselessness that condemns everyone to the same fate.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span> </span>But why rush? What is the rush? Why is there need to hurry? Run to windows, stare at the heavens, listen to their shrieks... the clouds are still red, the sun does not shine, the light spreads across the injured land and the world begs to return to a moment when it could breathe, turning about in space, spinning around a jubilant sun, the radioactive explosions of a central light lifting everyone.</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">II</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Time is gone and lost. Death is mere breaths away.</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">The fools of forever, they thrive in the now.</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">They school yard taunts of bullies</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Smash against the mind; the cranium</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Where forgotten assignments are swatted away</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">With illiterate anger</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Unwillingness to learn</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">The human experience stunted on its own</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Eroticism only just a jerk</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">To tug at the hearts of hollow men</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Those bangs and whimpers all cry out the same</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">The pained forgetfulness of abused childhoods</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Trauma upon trauma overwhelming any hope</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Panic stretching the valley thin</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">The tempest of emotions, retching</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Refuse colliding in midstream</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Animals on hind-legs</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Burnt dreams to the bottom of the basin</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Nothing will grow here.</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Fallow fields in shallow dirt</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Roots do not stretch</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Petals do not climb to the sky</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Nothingness reaching for the heavens</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Plants fight each other merely for survival</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Twisting their stems and stalks</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Pushing down anything that cannot grow</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">So that life alone is a laddered climb</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">To fight your neighbors</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">On the backs of kin</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Thrusting those closest to you</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">To the ground beneath</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">So that they fertilize</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">The earth which might've nourished them.</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Calculating the patterns is never difficult</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">The life on earth has been growing in the same way</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">For millions of years</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Where the dead feed the living</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Where the living die</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">And the earth spins on</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Its axis no more than a titled turn</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">To and from the stars in heaven</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">The concern for one's self no more important</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">No more of value </span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Than the genocides of humanity</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">There is no right to care</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">When there is only selfishness</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">In a hell of ignorant greed.</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">The men that think their gods,</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Making weather and storms</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Complaining of the rain</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">When the fault is not supernatural,</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Nor the fault even natural</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">The answers have been there for years</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">As simple as it was to rape the ground</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">The answers as simple as paralysis,</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Cessation, finding the way for others</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Making a world that thrived in balance</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Still the scales are tipped</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">The balances pressed to the side of the masters</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">The weights a fiction</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">The burden overwhelming</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">The starving are sick</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">The sick are burning</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">The hellacious wrath of a celestial bodies</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">On fire in heaven</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Descending piecemeal like some evil confetti</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">To celebrate a the burning sphere</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Of man's own greedful enterprise</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Deflated balloons and millions on the move</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">While the blood flees the flesh</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">And the richest masticate the tendons between their teeth</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Gulping down the carnage like blue ribbon pie</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Prize winning garbage nourishing their souls.</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">III</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span> </span>It's really sad to sit under precipitous ash with a red sun in the sky and act like this is something that could have never beenpredicted. Wineries that nourished drunken delight now burned, evacuees in the sickened houses of parents who risk death to avoid death, hurricanes simultaneously building like body counts on the other side of the continent. The search for words persists all night, yet that search remains as uncertain as the jumbled feelings - everything uncertain: positivity and </span><span><span style="caret-color: rgb(28, 30, 33);">negativity almost collide; then repulse as if this were some unescapable magnet.</span></span><span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> Pouring the world into a cup of questions and, the answers are murky, like when that first </span>pharaoh<span style="font-family: inherit;"> chose to build a </span>pyramid<span style="font-family: inherit;">. A certain resolute realization, "I cannot do this all myself." Followed by the realization, "They could do it all for me." If humanity can build the world to it's end, can it not deconstruct the end back to it's genesis? Is everything so </span>certainly<span style="font-family: inherit;"> finite? To a place where the finality of man's more infirm nature is his own best friend instead of his worst enemy? When will people ask how? They may never. As the cauldron boils and the fire rages in the logs beneath the pot, the last thoughts are not how to get out but how to withstand the burning, the boiling, the melting flesh as it renders into the broth, the grasses and bark and weeds and flowers - the final aromatic touches for the human consommé in which bodies dissipate, a tasty gluttony of human salt and fat fit only for the monsters of industry.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span><span><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span><span><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;">IV</span></span></span></span></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p style="orphans: 2; text-align: center; widows: 2;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span><span><span> </span>Return to the cribs and cradles of our own salvos, mobs and hordes at the gates of eden pleading with </span></span><span>their maker for a second chance, apology prayers and radioactive wails that crest the walls of the fortified paradise, gaps between the slats of bones that keep out the the underserving.</span></span></span></p><p style="orphans: 2; text-align: center; widows: 2;"><span><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span> </span>A promised Moses to a promised land where they all may enter, except the lone voice of dissent? Is this how men learn to disagree? When the apple goads the soul and the rock quenches the thirst, who run's from instinct only to hear that being made in the image of your maker is no image at all. Hypocrite ties that demand willful ignorance, mutilated obedience, logic meals that feed only the already full. How does one eat when they are too starved to sit at the table?</span></span></p><p style="orphans: 2; text-align: center; widows: 2;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span><span> </span>Raging specters of hollow worth, vengeful planets carried by a sickened Atlas, knee buckling selfishness that underpins the overwhelming weight of this thoughtless place, built logically on Newtonian and Christian </span>principles. To each and every action is the need to treat others the same... the burning fields and slaughtered children fill the smoky sky with their ghosts and fury of howling counterpoint victims - all they do is cry on to the earth much like God's children: "Why have you <span style="caret-color: rgb(28, 30, 33);">forsaken me?"</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span> </span>Nail dagger spike bolts piercing the edges of coffins, tickling the palms of flesh, the blood trickling to the dusty terrain below. There on the hilltop for virgin mothers to watch, the humanity passed over, the compassion edicts of dictator punishments leaving the wounded to the wolves, hungry not for food but for blood, they lap up the drops before they dry in the blistering desert sun.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span> </span>The hoarding mass of minority, the few overcompensated stake holders that dangle the crumbs from their windows as the gardeners tend to the inedible roses below, pricking on the stem, the hand still bleeds. Protein from the flesh, complex carbohydrates from the broken promises of the master above. Their wealth shall feed the work in the yard, while forced teat sucking at the bosom of exhausted mothers wondering why the child starves even when the mother is starving.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span> </span>Milk is not for wasting, crops are not for burning, roads are not for blocking, boats are not for sinking. The effort of the experience should be shared. The most undernourished children that survive the reckoning of viscous story times do the most damage, abused lions starved in a cage, let loose upon Christians, by Christians; Christ would never forgive what you do.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span> </span>The animal snarls from the classroom exhibits, where the famished fingers from the caged beast children reach out for love. They find only the fittest survive. They devour the truth of hunger and hate. They feast on the rotten flesh of their weaker siblings. These phantasmic misfits, murdered by human hunger, fall back down from the sky and onto the multitudinous silos where the grapes of wrath are stored.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span> </span>Where a fig and cluster, where a tree and vine offer secured shade and thirsty nutrition, these are leaves under which the softer lessons of life are not taught. Blackboards and white boards are the evolution of technology but the lessons are null set technological advances - the answers undefinable, the methods punitive, the reason lost only to authoritarian commandments - thoughts deposited before entry in the celestial vineyards.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span> </span>Machines in the sky twirl their metal rotors to the sound of fictitious humanitarian assistance, built on budgets that are meant for civic destruction. The wars of centuries only inhabit self-certainties. The traditions of people based only on murderous triumph or tear-bursting famine. The war machines that save implemented only from boredom... when there's nothing to kill... when there's nothing to kill...</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span> </span>What should men do in their spare time? Put children in the zoo, lock women in their homes, put the hungry in the fields and tell them not to touch, not to take... promising, "There will not be enough." The mirage of necessity is a beacon not of fools, but a hologram for the fattened calfs. Tear down the screens, the projections, the falsified mandates, and eat those lie mongering veal steakmen.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span> </span>Polite society is the oxymoron. This has been said time and time and time again... and certainly bears repeating. Like the grapes that grow every fall and the barrel-aged wine of maturity, this drunken mastery of the civilian's better senses is the hardest to manufacture. How to peddle fiction with the hungry mouths of babes who cry from their cribs next their parents' bed.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span> </span>Someday the rains will not moisten the roots. Someday the ash will not fall. There will be nothing left to burn. Someday the blood will not drip from the hungry souls nor will the stank flesh of unfed mothers compost the field. Someday there will be nothing left to press, nothing left to squeeze, the scorched earth nature of man's worst inclinations, inclined to leave the fields dry, empty, without minerals, without mouisture, without salvation. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span> </span>When the land is burned and the earth is singed what will you drink then? What will you eat then? Your own bellies distended from hunger, your common sense vicious like a starving tiger. There will be nothing left to grow and you will look across the field and all you will see is each other: wounded prey on which to feast, hoping for one last hateful gasp into the bloodletting you've insisted on perpetually cultivating.</span></span></p></blockquote><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Rio Del Mar, CA, USA36.9597903 -121.88472228.6495564638211562 -157.0409722 65.270024136178847 -86.7284722tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111672756046464998.post-9369265086127212622020-06-20T09:21:00.004-07:002020-06-20T09:21:42.082-07:00Galaxy NovenasForced words like blood through ventricles<br />
The power of the mind<br />
To function without consciousness<br />
Like the heart, like the lungs<br />
The body transmits its many necessities without my permission<br />
Where I dream that I may be<br />
That existence is this intentional effort<br />
I progress without any intention of my own<br />
Seeking control over that which I have none.<br />
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Days alight by a sun beyond my reach<br />
Nights descend with a darkness I cannot grasp<br />
I react without intention<br />
I succumb to instinct without meditation<br />
Stars that shoot across a sky<br />
Are no more real to me than nightmares<br />
Wishes that beset my experience<br />
No more actual than solar winds<br />
Like the passage of time at the bottom of a black hole.<br />
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Answers are found less in intention than in action<br />
The cosmic truth is far more permanent than my own<br />
Planetary rings and bottomless wells of gravity<br />
Far greater testaments to time and God<br />
Where the nothingness of science is everything<br />
My own certainty of existence a flickering fleck<br />
Pockmarked on the skin of the earth<br />
A particle of dust spread across a weary rock<br />
Deep beyond my own breaths.<br />
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Where the functions of the universe<br />
Move as motley as my own existence<br />
The blood of physics pounds<br />
Rules against bodies bound for brutal endings<br />
Incalculable outcomes for which they have no concern<br />
The irrationalities and insecurities about which I worry<br />
Fractions of consciousness contrasted<br />
Against the million movements within me<br />
Over which I have no control.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111672756046464998.post-22435257151070304002019-07-15T17:38:00.002-07:002019-07-15T17:40:32.336-07:00Independence, OregonGreen fields, like emeralds where the ransom for a day's peace is only a deep breath.<br />
The trees run across the ridge like that same squirrel's tail, the one who wanted nothing to do with you.<br />
Sunlight spackles the clouds and the hues of blue come and go in the passing shade -<br />
From beneath such pillows, briefly escaping the bright of day - sanctuary from above;<br />
The hills roll into the switchbacks down the mountain side, where gravity accelerates everything.<br />
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Pulling the axles and the wheels into position along the curved roads takes more concentration than it's worth.<br />
Steering a car is a matter of survival but it can be quite restrictive.<br />
Staying inside the lines is such an ingrained skill, you hardly notice what it might be like<br />
If the our scientific boundaries permitted us flight or excavation. We might not need such constraints<br />
Such that we might soar over land and tunnel through the earth - alas, these are not our talents.<br />
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Nevertheless, this is some world of imagination, where the jade and amber hillsides touch upon a dream. <br />
Here in the sanctuary of space and freedom can lines blur into a cascading wave of emotion.<br />
For words to matter the brain must indignantly connect with this Earthly reality.<br />
Yet among the clouds and the leaves, the spirit can soar like not like an animal but, instead, deified.<br />
The elastic nature of the universe is always reluctant to reveal itself but when the irons are shed<br />
One may pause and feel the freedom of one's outstretched arms, unbound, capable in any space,<br />
When one finally arrives here in Independence after having travelled from anywhere else.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111672756046464998.post-18063150271437394272019-06-26T00:45:00.001-07:002019-06-26T00:45:17.400-07:00AgapanthasThe agapanthus step out from underneath the curtain<br />
Gardeners do not attack upon the stalk of bloom<br />
Tentacles of summer stretching into the season<br />
Time spinning around the bulbs<br />
The grunge of the fungi leaves the orchids to forgive<br />
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Those damn stalks burn their blooms into the dry sun<br />
Cells dried upon the flower, like flesh from bone.<br />
Still like the casketed, painted like stone<br />
Where the forever is not a matter of debate<br />
But only matters as to interpretation<br />
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The leaves of grass sing, where the embers of spring die<br />
The flowers of before bloom eternal<br />
And ideas of tomorrow could never bloom.<br />
Theorizing science is the nature of man<br />
Whereas the nature of Nature is to consider none of thisUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111672756046464998.post-24798245117103829272019-06-20T22:00:00.003-07:002019-06-20T22:00:34.493-07:00HungerQuiet pain inside<br />
Growing deeper and deeper<br />
A rumble bellows<br />
<br />
Feeding the injured-<br />
Instinctive evolution-<br />
Keeps the pain away.<br />
<br />
If there is nothing<br />
Can you solve an empty well<br />
With just air and hope?<br />
<br />
Feeding the hungry...<br />
What isn't impossible<br />
Creates solutions.<br />
<br />
Those empty children<br />
Stomaches wanting nourishment<br />
Need real food to eat.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111672756046464998.post-15072150403347498952019-06-20T21:39:00.001-07:002019-06-20T21:39:20.811-07:00YelpI just left a really long post on Yelp.<br />
I thought I was really clever.<br />
In the end it was pathetic.<br />
I came here to pay penance.<br />
I should at least offer the universe a shitty poem.<br />
I believe have accomplished everything I set out to do here.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111672756046464998.post-79204570649262683362019-04-24T23:32:00.000-07:002019-04-24T23:32:02.791-07:00Tight SpacesHamstring as the marathon ends<br />
Cramps in the arms dangling in crags of caverns<br />
Hotels in a faraway land and on currency at hand<br />
Attics full of Christmas lights and taxidermy<br />
Cars stuck in bumper to bumper traffic<br />
A bathroom on any bus... really, any bus<br />
Any cliffhanger, despite the vastness of the fall<br />
Covers that tuck you in before storytime<br />
Lies between the one you love and life you lead<br />
Spoons in hammock, 'neath some palm fronded canopy<br />
Coffins, urns, graves and mummification<br />
but not tombs, fires, cemeteries nor pyramids<br />
Any moment between birth and death<br />
The heart when it's found true love<br />
Hands held tightly believing in one another.<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111672756046464998.post-45240464337050010032018-11-03T07:49:00.004-07:002018-11-03T07:52:29.761-07:00The Brain of Gravity<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">So centered in the notion of right</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">That it's as obvious as falling down</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Truth, the slippery siren,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Screaming from the shores while the waves</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Crash down, falling to the sand</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Collapse one upon the other, Brother</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Your sister howls in the wind.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">We fight the truth like an unending war</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Yet surrendering to fact day after day</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">As the skin falls from our faces</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">The dripping ruthlessness of time</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Descending on our bodies</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Like the darkened sky above </span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">The sun settling in the horizon.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Shadows grow so long before our eyes</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Still we insist on seeing beyond the horizon</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Into the darkness</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Towards a place that makes no sense</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">All the silly science of hundreds of years</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">From planet earth and into that same dark space</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">The fumbling understanding towards ecstasy</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Like two clumsy teenagers learning for the first time</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">How their bodies work</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">The only essential aspect being the awkwardness</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">The right being the wrong</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">The facts are only opinions</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">This is, in fact, not a fact.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Yet arguments persist. Meaning what, I'm not sure.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Except for several observations here from this third planet:</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">The rain does fall. Not always noticeably nor furiously, but the rain does eventually fall.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">The Earth spins tirelessly, not like an automobile tire but like a tired child.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">The Sun is a giant ball of incandescent gas, it is not alone, it has many siblings.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Space is more vast than any person can imagine. Can you conceive of it all?</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">The attempt itself proves the rule.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">When you try to fit the infinite inside anything, you will fail.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">The rules that we make should not be confused with science.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">There are rules, facts of the solar systems</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">These are more concrete than any pithy human imagination</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Where the whimsy of the earthbound organism is tied to its meaty wants</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">The universe does not bother with whimsy,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">The vacuum of space, and the squishy, hydrated nature of our own bodies...</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">We are no match for such a ferocious certainty.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Imagine the absolute power of always being right.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">But only a real fool could think I was talking about him.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">I'm sure God believes in gods... or else what point is the imagination,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">The spells and incantations that our words have woven </span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Into the sides of cave walls,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">The carved faces of canvass in museums,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Painted craterous explosions in the dirt,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Twisted metal overtures to love through song.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">We are an inconsistent bunch</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">This motley crue of socialization we call Humankind</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">The rules we make are simple and amendable</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">We change our minds to fit our needs</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Because our needs, here at this little outpost in the milky way,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Are of constant reassessment -</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Human comforts forcing us to ravage through our bedrock</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">To evaporate the gas of millennia</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">To disturb our Mother one more time for warmth and security</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">We burn away the natural order.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">As the tide is high we move on</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Cars, trains, planes bustling through the absolute human need for innovation</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Spewing forth our twisted view of the this universe</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">As if this speck of pebble is the center of such a place</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">That the nebulae splattering the cosmos </span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Dare to consider our silly little lives for one moment.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Our selfishness never falls to the ground</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Even these words insist that they are significant</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Unless I can admit that maybe they only matter to me.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">But they don't - these words explore the screen</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Not because I'm interested but because I believe other people should be.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">As if the rules of time and gravity apply only as I wish them to</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">When I wish them to</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Because I wish them to.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">In the end that steady invisible stream of both time and gravity</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Shall beat me, like they've beaten every other person on this planet</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">With those truths born to my own singular experience slaughtered</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Because there was no truth at all, except that I am finite,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Briefly in this moment,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">While truth lingers only in that eternal battle of matter and gravity</span></div>
<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">The ultimate truth necessarily being that this is all temporary.</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111672756046464998.post-31713314241585812372018-09-17T23:09:00.000-07:002018-09-17T23:09:04.907-07:00LeashesMy dog gets so excited when he sees his leash<br />
It's that thing that keeps him from being free<br />
He'd rather be outside with the that thing on<br />
Than inside cooped up all day long<br />
<br />
I wonder what our leash must be<br />
Where even just a taste of whatever it is, is so sweet<br />
Like in love or imagination, where the thought<br />
Is enough to occupy the mind for hours<br />
<br />
Like gods tied to their own omnipotence<br />
And limited by only the greatest forces<br />
The greatest joy anything can really have<br />
Is the one it can never quite grasp.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111672756046464998.post-43983200846084937172018-03-05T19:41:00.000-08:002018-03-05T19:41:31.929-08:00A Rose By Any OtherJust call me Rhea, that will be fine.<br />
Another calling won't suffice.<br />
There needn't be another way<br />
To get my attention isn't your job<br />
Call me as I ask.<br />
<br />
Just call me Rhea, even if you don't want to.<br />
Like children born to unfit parents<br />
Your past is your own problem.<br />
Like history - what's done is done.<br />
Please don't try to change it.<br />
Listen to me when I ask.<br />
<br />
Just call me Rhea, because I tell you.<br />
The story is not that of mythology.<br />
I am not the mother of the gods<br />
I am my own god and I have this request<br />
Would you respect your sister?<br />
Would you respect your mother?<br />
Respect me. I shouldn't have to ask.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111672756046464998.post-88146887676350856602018-02-26T20:02:00.000-08:002018-02-26T20:02:28.596-08:00Ancient ChemistryTiresome anxiety so that it beats like a drum in the back of the skull<br />
<div>
There the percussion hits the softest tenderness: a throbbing unending.</div>
<div>
As a mounting darkness overwhelms the senses</div>
<div>
The anvil rests heavy as the flaming swords are forged</div>
<div>
The blades themselves burn at the edges, the only time the might save soul:</div>
<div>
Cauterizing the wound at the instant so that the pain doesn't spill forward</div>
<div>
But these blades will cool and turn the knife again: that the persistent anxiety;<br />
The rudderless clouds pushing through the mountain's fog like blankets. <br />
They come and go, bedsheets in the morning tent;<br />
There's not comfort enough to keep still in this space.</div>
<div>
<br />
Could one forgot all this nonsense? I won't go back and read the past.<br />
The shame is a powerful caged pet that comes out only for the most intimate company.<br />
The caged beast in the corner of the house that we feed tenderized emotions<br />
Only to enrage the monster more. The blood as metaphorical as it is<br />
Spills figuratively across the floor to everyone else's literal bewilderment.<br />
All people must confront their discomfort and feed their pets of insecurity.<br />
Lord No - not failures of perfection, not unsuccessful battles with success!<br />
The confrontation with such opposition is, more or less, caged inside us.<br />
The fibrous nutrition of love, nurturing a moral fiber - such imperfect science:<br />
The human. Their first modern love story starts with a deus ex machina:<br />
"Your imperfection!"... and now the rest of the movie.<br />
<br /></div>
<div>
Entertaining the mind is not captivating the senses, they are more acute</div>
<div>
Freezing the tissue and locking the mind is the fortune of terror</div>
<div>
A box of untrue secrets to broadcast across the brain:</div>
<div>
The frontal lobe is reduced to a boxing match of logic and insecurity.</div>
<div>
The resulting fear - the unspoken fight or flight of anxiety.</div>
<div>
The shrunken violet against the burning bush.</div>
<div>
The botany of existence as to what the matter is.</div>
<div>
Of course the question also sounds like, "What is the matter?"</div>
<div>
Alas, the question for humans still isn't, "What matters?"</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Science which asks what we see is hard work</div>
<div>
Seeing what science can't see is God's work</div>
<div>
God's work has always been the unimaginable</div>
<div>
With hard work the unimaginable is always more imaginable</div>
<div>
We can always imagine. If we can do the unimaginable then what is God?</div>
<div>
The unimaginable? Or only the imaginable?</div>
<div>
Do you want a god or do you want to be God?</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Do not bore the audience with the details. The writer knows this.</div>
<div>
The miracles aren't just what they want - the audience.</div>
<div>
They want to see the miracle, again and again and again...</div>
<div>
Like the tiresome anxiety that blasts at the back of the brain<br />
Again and again again, a caged animal trapped in the same cycle:<br />
Overwhelming anxiety and impossible miracles again and again and again.</div>
<div>
When the humanity scurries under a rock and hides.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111672756046464998.post-2852365606471152542018-02-22T20:16:00.002-08:002018-02-22T20:32:06.734-08:00Dog Park Haikus<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Folks at the dog park</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Lots and lots of barking</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Sniffing each other</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Concrete and fences</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Where everyone roams freely</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Some leashes, some laws</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: white; font-family: "arial", sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: black;">Odors of all sorts</span></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: "arial", sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: black;">Natural, artificial</span></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: "arial", sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: black;">Scents filling the air</span></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: "arial", sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: white; font-family: "arial", sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: black;">The story of us</span></span><br />
<span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-family: "arial", sans-serif;">Told</span><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"> by the moistened entrials</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">In the wafting breeze</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></span>
<span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">Stories are many</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">Told beyond human barking</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">By dogs at their park.</span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111672756046464998.post-30726129795543698472018-02-12T23:09:00.003-08:002018-02-12T23:09:38.414-08:00What Would You Broadcast into the UniverseWhat eternal question or universal truth demands a submission to the gods?<br />
Telephone messages in so many languages. Billions of people blinking to infinity.<br />
Lights flicker the messages of death - searing hot suns brought to their knees by physics<br />
Waves ride across the universe on the collapsing emptiness of colliding black holes<br />
Knowledge arrives here in the fantastic dream that we can harness the gods' expanse<br />
<br />
What insistent claim would bring the galaxies to their knees?<br />
Ships passing in the night silent hanging over earth like a child's mobile<br />
Dreams careen to the wreckage of asupernatural battle<br />
Decide which aliens deserve the right to enslave all humans.<br />
Effort is when an individual is overmatched but their surroundings.<br />
<br />
Can you tell the gods of time and space that you wish understood?<br />
Understanding is the comfort food for the wayward soul.<br />
Empathic companions will make the message travel faster.<br />
Forgetfulness and drunkeness are the tools of understanding<br />
Patience is the rule of the galaxy - Time always knows the story to tell.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111672756046464998.post-48610845590417626782017-11-30T21:20:00.003-08:002017-11-30T21:49:13.302-08:00Comfortdo i understand death for the first time?<br />
is it the passing?<br />
like the friends that aren't coming back?<br />
after college, or the move, or the transfer or the the wedding?<br />
the dear collapse of the day to day love?<br />
is that a that the death that lives in the passing of love gone by?<br />
when I say goodbye like they tell me to say goodbye?<br />
then do I suppose for the first time that I actually believe it is goodbye?<br />
an ode to goodbye?<br />
as if the naiveté of youth disguised the truth that we are only on the stage?<br />
but for that fleeting moment?<br />
and whether the drama is worth the time in the globe?<br />
the time we experience is that always the same?<br />
and the love that is true between two people is absolute unto them?<br />
and when I say goodbye is that burial of my feelings?<br />
or the acknowledgment that our moment in time was forever?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111672756046464998.post-4358068090029913912017-11-30T20:37:00.002-08:002017-11-30T20:42:09.815-08:00Phony Fake News#newera #newwords<br />
Millenial consciousness streams across my face like the baby<br />
Zhe's perfect little face, complexion the gas chamber<br />
Crawl towards that beat dream<br />
Drum lines march to the sounds of the drum major<br />
My feed always talks about #blacklivesmatter<br />
#bluelivesmatter #fakenews<br />
IG: my friend @youngkidjane<br />
She's says I'm trying too hard.<br />
"Don't put your reservations on me."<br />
We say that to each other all the time.<br />
It's what I read on the Daily.<br />
#everyonematters<br />
https://www.reddit.com/r/Groups/us<br />
Its like the words don't matter anymore<br />
Maybe they don't<br />
Hashtags say everything<br />
When they say something<br />
Saying nothing<br />
Sometimes is everything<br />
@twitterfeedwhateveritistoplease<br />
@reallystopitplease<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111672756046464998.post-34292582775222729992017-11-30T19:42:00.002-08:002017-11-30T19:47:37.593-08:00Those Neverending Math EquationsSyllables<br />
Blocks upon more blocks<br />
Climbing high<br />
<br />
Sentences run long<br />
But the imagination<br />
Is far more complex<br />
<br />
Paragraph labrynth mindtraps<br />
Eviscerate their intended prey<br />
Slurping wretched emotions.<br />
<br />
Miracle chemistry is slaughtered<br />
Carcasses of prose hang like participles<br />
prepositions ending too often<br />
<br />
Constructs should make the building safer<br />
So why's this such a rigid way to communicate?<br />
Are you hearing what I am trying to say?<br />
<br />
Crying screaming tugging at wet umbilical cords<br />
confusion incubating cocooned mother's milk creation<br />
The war rages between the words and each person's truth<br />
<br />
When words are scarcer what happens with feelings?<br />
Drying like a raisin in the sun, do they defer?<br />
Emotion should never defer to language.<br />
<br />
Time here runs short with each utterance<br />
The spectrum of love and hate shrinks with each word<br />
Grammar restraining our love to give<br />
<br />
Expanding the universe<br />
Is as much art as is it science<br />
Stretching minds and compassion.<br />
<br />
The classic phrases<br />
Will always have an impact<br />
But we are much more.<br />
<br />
Words will fail<br />
Love expands depths of <br />
Time and space.<br />
<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111672756046464998.post-45110117129400127752017-11-27T19:52:00.000-08:002017-11-27T19:52:04.228-08:00StargazingI forget the words<br />
Where the night collapses upon my insecurity<br />
But if they made any sound they might speak of you:<br />
You dancing along the shores of my dreams<br />
You are not mean<br />
You are crazy<br />
You believe<br />
Your love is stronger<br />
Your concern is greater<br />
You offer me the privileges of understanding<br />
You mention love as if you respect the admiration I have for you<br />
Your recalcitrance again an angry machine moved to make me love<br />
You want so little other than peace and quiet to exult.<br />
<br />
Those words are difficult<br />
They do not fall easily before these fingers<br />
Although I escape subject upon subject<br />
There is a mirror of myself you make sure I see:<br />
The darkened stage bursts under a spotlight of your navigation.<br />
Those who defy gods should never defy you<br />
Because the work of the universe is alive inside you.<br />
<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111672756046464998.post-58687290535169131632017-11-27T19:44:00.002-08:002017-11-27T19:44:31.163-08:00Another Giant Wave of SadnessThere is no pretending as much as there is no hiding. <div>
There is no protections as much as there is no happiness.<div>
Surfing down the face of the of darkness, demons twisting </div>
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In the wreaths of seaweed and the faces of fear, </div>
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In the sponge from above there is the sheer terror </div>
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That water will wipe away the sun the from the earth, </div>
<div>
Plunging into the deep deep locker below.</div>
<div>
Dreams turn to terror like days on the water turn to nausea, </div>
<div>
The undulation of the vast ocean of emotion swings </div>
<div>
The pendulums of insecurity wide and far, </div>
<div>
Bouncing across the bow, from stern to aft, when all of the sudden, </div>
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In deepening dampness of the sharp shine of the summer day, </div>
<div>
The foggy bottom of the great below and the spun riddles of suffocation </div>
<div>
Standing like somber wall flowers </div>
<div>
Paralyzed underneath by the vast seas of sadness.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The waves pound against the shores where landlubbers stand. </div>
<div>
Is there a fear that keeps them perched like sunflowers </div>
<div>
Before their own descent beyond the Fibonacci science?</div>
<div>
No - not here. Here there is the unscientific sequential passing </div>
<div>
To the nether world where the sunflower seeds dry and fall </div>
<div>
So there to does the flower itself as well. But why not plunge?!?! </div>
<div>
Why not fall down into the dirt and the muck and the awful stench of compost. </div>
<div>
The land buries its many fears into the worms' work. </div>
<div>
Where the the slinky centipedes and the bustling beatles climb </div>
<div>
Over the organic carcasses without a word or worry.</div>
<div>
The demolition of the earthly spirit is a quiet processional; </div>
<div>
The requiems of all souls certainly find the eternal silence.</div>
<div>
That is not for this moment - where we contemplate the slow and unemotional </div>
<div>
Parade from big bang to big bang. </div>
<div>
A never ending carousel upon which ride the eternal footman -</div>
<div>
We, the yeast in their beer, </div>
<div>
We, the ants on their meats, </div>
<div>
We, the dirt between their toes, </div>
<div>
That is not for one to contemplate here.</div>
<div>
That is only the atomical bomb of nothingness. </div>
<div>
That your own universal composition is just a brief intersection </div>
<div>
Of electricity and good fortune.</div>
<div>
No, not here. No, the Earth is not aware. </div>
<div>
But the below, in the depths, where the sails and the surf </div>
<div>
And the tide and moon and the tears and the hopeless - </div>
<div>
They all collapse into a dark liquid obelisk that towers over </div>
<div>
The water's surface and then, unlike any fallen tree that crushes the body, </div>
<div>
The wave pummels the water below. The long tossing beneath the surface </div>
<div>
Bleats the air from the lungs, </div>
<div>
The oxygen from the capillaries, </div>
<div>
The spirit from the heart. </div>
<div>
There is the epitome of despondence - </div>
<div>
A massive tube of salted water foams at the mouth </div>
<div>
Pulling towards the rabid spirals beyond physics - </div>
<div>
The water pulls and pulls and pulls like the baby to its own umbilical... </div>
<div>
Where on the sea floor there are no scissors, </div>
<div>
There is only the unending attachment to the terror. </div>
<div>
The asphyxiating awfulness of the profoundly sad world above. </div>
<div>
Death is that sleep, perchance to dream. And here is only the rub. </div>
<div>
The sad unending tale of yearning - the begging for breaths and relief </div>
<div>
Only to find the crushing emptiness of the cold ocean.</div>
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II</div>
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<br /></div>
<div>
Pinned to the bottom of submerged canyon </div>
<div>
One looks above to the wash and tumble of the incomprehensible world. </div>
<div>
Sharks and dolphins spun in a mortal coil,</div>
<div>
Twirling bodies like yins and yangs </div>
<div>
The light skinned bellies blending in to one another. </div>
<div>
Monochrome spirals and sparkles for a distinguished eye.</div>
<div>
Fish which prey upon other fish which prey upon other fish </div>
<div>
Which prey upon other fish which prey upon other fish.</div>
<div>
No one cares, talk not of the descent, </div>
<div>
Simple troubles for simple frenzies (no one cares). </div>
<div>
No the crags and hollows of the cavernous ravines or the darkened palace dungeons - </div>
<div>
There is still no escape, there is no rationale, just a darkened mystery of the pain itself. </div>
<div>
As if questioning is not enough, there is no question that goes answered </div>
<div>
Except for one constantly answered riddle: when will the pain return?</div>
<div>
All the time again - all the time again. </div>
<div>
The answer to silly questions are not so silly as they are terrifying. </div>
<div>
How could simple confusion conjure the darkest twists of the desperate breaths? </div>
<div>
Remember those times - when the words are breathy escapes of panic? </div>
<div>
The unending paranoia of anxiety in the fearful breaths that come. </div>
<div>
The simple answer would be to collapse like a sunflower, </div>
<div>
So proud in the afternoon sun and so ashamed </div>
<div>
Its bows its head in submission to its own brief time. </div>
<div>
No, that is for the landlubbers, the smiling cheshire's </div>
<div>
Dancing from myth to myth but never really attentive to the moment.</div>
<div>
They are not submerged and caught under the sea of a rotting nothing everything. </div>
<div>
The endless turning screw grips at the threads </div>
<div>
Piercing further into that once unpermeated membrane. </div>
<div>
The stinging sensation as the vessel turns </div>
<div>
In the creeping and sweeping underwater currents, </div>
<div>
Tthere is just the push of just dissatisfaction.</div>
<div>
The waves above are only the symptoms of the petrified life </div>
<div>
Resting on the ocean floor. The exhibits of sadness within the the oceanic museum </div>
<div>
Where the world is not one's one. There is no privilege here. </div>
<div>
There is no comfort. There is the tossing torments from above. </div>
<div>
Tsunamis that threaten the landlubbers above. </div>
<div>
That is no comfort and the darkened world from below is past the saddened collapse </div>
<div>
Of the eternally giant wave. The wrecked depression of the soul </div>
<div>
Thrust down beneath the waves where the sadness is a way of life.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111672756046464998.post-20212103583686952582017-11-05T14:46:00.000-08:002017-11-05T14:46:01.131-08:00Enjoythe Silence that old friend, that attic where the owls hoot and demons and groan<br />
that place that creeps from all the minds and the organs moan<br />
the rhymes that cackle like ladies lost and loves bygone - yes the rhymes of eternal damnation<br />
in the emily space, the names that bounce, the heroes of significance - redundancy<br />
much like the conversations. from ever, from all, the conversations<br />
they are not unique, bland casing from listless artillery<br />
like the agonizing screams from an in surgery amputee<br />
the rickety shack where would she be in a shanty town love den<br />
she hides her poetry from and the peaceful string of recorded music<br />
pours over my ears where I hear the pounding beat of my self-involvement<br />
a heart so strong that it fears nothing of modern medicine nor fate<br />
she calls and the enduring longing for the siren voice springs into nothingness<br />
<br />
what does Silence say? that never ending nagging from the back of the mind<br />
Silence that says so much, roaring like a dying lion bleeding into the serengetti<br />
much like the sun screams in agony as it burns in the sky<br />
where fury makes the energy, an absence should not be considered irrelevance<br />
the anger in the night sky might be the howls from the human prison cells<br />
or it could be the stars raging in the science of gods and universes<br />
<br />
questions unanswered are the Silence of the mind, such a Silence again that tugs<br />
Silence pulling from behind the ears and into the cerebral cortex<br />
zoos of exhibition alight in the presentation<br />
where the casting of thousands of captives under the warm disbursement of spotlights<br />
brings the din of the animals to cacophonous roar<br />
a roar, that sounds in the hissing and purring of all the cages<br />
Silence bursting forth into the iris much like<br />
impressionists who dared in abstract - losing hearing to madness<br />
never consider that silence is not an arsenal with which one can win a war<br />
the devastation of a emptiness can often collapse the soul like supernova<br />
<br />
those raging bullets in the night that fire off nothing but hopelessness<br />
those Silent piercings of the soul<br />
they hurt much more than the overpowering ring from the chamber<br />
those bullets that burst the vessels to shred an organ<br />
the damage releases far more in that Silence: the dying organism<br />
the sutured future which operates to end the power of hope<br />
the quiet dying from the rageful ringing is far more powerful and disastrous<br />
than any hymn or argument could settle<br />
<br />
when the poem is done, i'll tell you it's done<br />
when the words are complete i'm sure you'll be quick to tell me they are<br />
but the dictionary is a never ending story<br />
all the words that matter so much will become emotion<br />
the sense of sensibility will be literal<br />
the words will be the passionate call of the past<br />
where people yearn for balconies and gloves and suns and cheeks<br />
when we used to beg for the touch of one another, much that the words could matter<br />
but what I feel is within, like the rest of us<br />
and when that internal pyre climbs to heights of curiosity there is nothing to say<br />
in Silence.<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111672756046464998.post-12296045570456959282017-10-14T11:47:00.003-07:002017-10-14T11:48:48.007-07:00The CipherHow long will it last?<br />
Til the poor get more cash?<br />
Fools broke out, to be broke at home.<br />
Goal get took out being broke alone.<br />
In the struggle together -<br />
Fittin' to make it mo better<br />
Than the past was<br />
Letter to the debtor<br />
Writin' to let'em trus'.<br />
Words in one ear, out the other?<br />
No! So, you know we wrote about<br />
Dough, cheddar, green<br />
But the lines we spout<br />
Just like the kettle at<br />
Grandmas' house<br />
Where tea run short<br />
And syrup sandwiches<br />
Let me have a crack at this<br />
The capitalist tells me to sit<br />
With all <i>his</i> shit<br />
He owns his own house, his second house<br />
And the mortgage on my Granmammas house<br />
And what's he gonna do with it?<br />
To wit: you care about the neighborhood,<br />
suburban dude?<br />
Where the cops stop,<br />
Ride along side my radials, like riot squads<br />
With the hummers from the video<br />
They don't hear you though<br />
<i>My</i> papers, registration<br />
But they're the niggas with the guns<br />
Gon' shoot, first to loot,<br />
Scrap eatin' fat pigs and thugs<br />
Taking government funds to shoot my nigs<br />
Its rigged, system is,<br />
When the wars is done on the brown man shore<br />
Rich banker man starts to get bored<br />
Ain't no future in shit that don't break<br />
So staff up and protect the blue line<br />
The lives that matter is color blind<br />
Blue little police man, got the gun in hand<br />
A note from the tax man<br />
Bullets and guns, is good for the people<br />
Two wrongs is right, like fists and fury<br />
Turnin cheeks in the steeple<br />
But on the steps, mothers wept<br />
In a hurry, funerals, buri-<br />
als and the street its videos, twitter - digital egos<br />
And images, murderous villages<br />
Where the money pours in<br />
For the stored weapons<br />
When the peeps on the street wanna a bite to eat<br />
Aint looking to end a life<br />
Strife, kids, ills, wife, bids, bills<br />
Like it matter<br />
With no cheddar we sittin in sweaters sweating<br />
Til they come cash collectin'<br />
Or just to put me back in prison.<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111672756046464998.post-33733834538218298272017-10-14T10:37:00.002-07:002017-10-14T10:37:28.510-07:00The Freezin SceneTake forty-seven:<br />
<i>Skunk lying in the middle of the road</i><br />
<i>Johnny mixing the medicine</i><br />
<i>Woman descending in her old red dress</i><br />
ACTION<br />
Bags of dope dangle from the arm piercings<br />
Tattoos fed on blood thirsty ink<br />
Mothers crying in the streets twisting like folds of a frock<br />
In the wind the trees twist and turn and cascading leaves<br />
Leaving seasons turning and turning and turning and turning<br />
The calm look of satisfaction streams across their faces<br />
Cut! From the top!<br />
<br />
Take forty-eight:<br />
<i>Deer look over the fence of a slaughterhouse</i><br />
<i>The hurricane escapes</i><br />
<i>Ships arrive in the harbor</i><br />
ACTION<br />
Starvation is one of the most familiar concepts<br />
Children from decrepit nations and fat wealthy woman tired of their own sloth<br />
To feed a pig and to feed from a pig<br />
The animals in the forest don't care about the corpses they consume<br />
Since bacteria has the last laugh before life emerges<br />
Full of maggots and penicillin<br />
Eventually the cures to all mankind can be found in the hope of today's child...<br />
Cut cut cut, that's not right. Try it again.<br />
<br />
Take forty-nine:<br />
<i>Sewage bloats a body floating in the river</i><br />
<i>God is on the right side</i><br />
<i>The woman's child is allowed in the house</i><br />
ACTION<br />
The lights of the stadium show the lions and the Christians<br />
Praying to a higher power has never been the same for everyone<br />
Dungeons of greed torture the dreams of the future<br />
Even outside amidst the burning trees and swelling tides<br />
The doomsday device, the blindness of primates to conceive their limitations and achieve their expectations<br />
Where the explosive nuclear power plants charge the imaginations to far off lands<br />
That books conjure what science has disproven time and again<br />
Yet text book functions as the check for the spirit<br />
While the Bible promises anything one hopes to inure<br />
Caught in the cross fire are the muddled minds and creative bellies of the less fortunate<br />
How long will the guns keep them busy? How long can they really want to hate their neighbors?<br />
When the sun shines and burns away the dismal distortions of kindness, the antiseptic light of our own awareness becomes a beacon of...<br />
Cut cut cut, I hope that's not right. Take it from the top God damn it!<br />
<br />
Take fifty:<br />
<i>I cooked the fish floating next to the boat</i><br />
<i>The artist has everything he needs</i><br />
<i>Put that woman in the red dress back in the attic</i><br />
ACTION<br />
Fire fire fire fire fire fire fire fire fire fire fire fire<br />
Yeah, I went to the movies last night.<br />
How was the show Ms. Linco...<br />
Cut cut cut. Who wrote that cliche crap? Again!<br />
<br />
Take fifty-one:<br />
<i>Slaves still clean our shrimp</i><br />
<i>Working with Maggie, pa and her brother</i><br />
<i>Have them hold up today's paper</i><br />
ACTION<br />
We're here talking to all the servants about man and god and law<br />
All the good stuff the men talk about when their thinking about<br />
Screwing the other guys wife. Or screwing the other guy's daughter. Or just screwing the other guy.<br />
Ain't never heard of no God actually making a law.<br />
I heard of a lot of men making laws that God said he made.<br />
Hearsay, is what that's called in the court of Man<br />
But in the word of our Lord for anyone zealously representing the great Father<br />
Hearsay is but a dream, or a man from a mount, or that man upon a cross<br />
The world of the Lord is bandied about in the thunder and lightning of curiosities.<br />
The images of those miracles where the water walkers and fire finders moved amongst us<br />
Seamlessly the stories built like a bonfire built not just on faggots<br />
But on the words of others. A contemptuous plagiarism in the form of book burnings.<br />
That man can only stand to hear himself roar from atop the mountain.<br />
When the echo comes back the stench of the breath of each and every respondent<br />
Singes the eyes and burns faith to the ground.<br />
For a faithful man has no fear<br />
When the foul mouthed echo of his prison conjures the hate of those that are different. <br />
No, the faithful man knows the different are just like him.<br />
A belief that rages into the mind of righteousness and love will have no fear of those whose drummer's rim shots bounce recalcitrantly off insecure foreheads.<br />
Cut. Again.<br />
<br />
Take fifty-two:<br />
<i>Armed warriors next to ignored opium fields</i><br />
<i>I'm on the pavement.</i><br />
<i>Lobotomize the woman in the red dress please.</i><br />
ACTION<br />
I've been thinking about you so much<br />
When are you coming home?<br />
Soon<br />
When?<br />
Harry, can you come today?<br />
Yeah... I'll come today. You just wait for me, alright?<br />
Harry?...<br />
I'm coming back, Marion.<br />
Yeah.<br />
I'm really sorry, Marion...<br />
I know.<br />
Cut. That's a wrap. Nice shoot everybody. Have a great weekend!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111672756046464998.post-31338390721345797932017-10-14T10:27:00.001-07:002017-10-14T10:27:03.541-07:00OrderWhat is happening<br />
In the ballgame they're playing<br />
Happens all the time -<br />
<br />
A random sequence<br />
Bouncing between hands and toes,<br />
Balls doing as told -<br />
<br />
Constantly different,<br />
Outcomes unpredictable,<br />
Rules always the same.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111672756046464998.post-49071733314810533812017-10-07T23:37:00.000-07:002017-10-07T23:37:05.383-07:00One eye up, CaptainDancing shadows of the things<br />
We don't know a slow intoxication<br />
A frustrating burn that does not think<br />
Again, this will be the first time?<br />
<br />
Cascading hope, don't let me think.<br />
That this will be the first time -<br />
Mighty might be somehow<br />
Sung here unto to me now, please.<br />
<br />
A twisted turn of the wretched cargo<br />
Then there is nothing left.<br />
The ocean floor makes the beautiful music.<br />
Only when it is in sync.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1111672756046464998.post-52659234095282126112017-10-02T19:37:00.003-07:002017-10-02T19:37:43.944-07:00Odes to the M.C.Kicks flicks sticks<br />
what sids flints<br />
wicks pricks licks<br />
fools that kick and rhyme<br />
like those old times<br />
souljas cut inside my DNA<br />
like flows past from Rakim<br />
old steps danced to Sugarhills<br />
gangs flows for the thrill<br />
kill, will still<br />
flow inside the restless day<br />
moves inside the public square<br />
twisted rifs licks and spits<br />
inside the way we play<br />
hoops and goals<br />
like class and schools<br />
where we know we don't want them<br />
explain laws not to let them<br />
regret those who let them<br />
not true<br />
shoe drops on the fool<br />
that the dudes who once spoke the truth<br />
ruthless scruples<br />
gangster ripples<br />
concentric circles<br />
lost in the gruff rough tough stuff<br />
that decides<br />
for fickle fate<br />
for the black man<br />
don't wait for the main<br />
strain and pain no gain<br />
for the tan sand<br />
blasted but lasted<br />
upon the man where beats bit<br />
like whips that kick<br />
against the back slits<br />
where thin flits<br />
and the blood bursts to squirt<br />
don't think these words fall<br />
so seamless, the team with me<br />
that they spall<br />
and sicken, to quicken to hurt<br />
to thicken the words<br />
the gravy it burns<br />
the poison it stings but the rhymes the sing<br />
master of ceremonies proceed to do your thing<br />
classist - fascist bash this<br />
beat like a skull<br />
beats quick<br />
why do you live with me<br />
the maniac Pyscho<br />
society<br />
pulls out their jammy<br />
it might go<br />
you like me know<br />
did the rebel not allow<br />
or was he all to inviting<br />
exciting the rhyming and biting<br />
the beats and the timing<br />
was the who was trying and inciting<br />
for the records they were buying<br />
the maniac psycho<br />
believe that and you might go<br />
where?<br />
there?<br />
who knows how?<br />
now?<br />
wow?<br />
to try and contain and maintain<br />
just fights the blinding stain<br />
the stinging rain<br />
that's who comes crying with pain<br />
through tears and hears<br />
years of fears<br />
and the law is not discreet<br />
it tears and it sears<br />
to cut the wrinkles and time<br />
they cut and the clip like beats<br />
as they stick and still the<br />
master he ceremonies<br />
the horses the ponies<br />
they run in the circles<br />
like the records<br />
the mic it spits<br />
the rhymes they hit<br />
and still we sit<br />
that's what he did<br />
hid<br />
bid<br />
and that's what they said<br />
segregation topics<br />
political politics<br />
syllables that don't fit<br />
they don't want to hit<br />
where it might stick right<br />
where you think it fits<br />
they been lying<br />
dying trying hiding<br />
they got us fighting<br />
lights blinding<br />
fact finding<br />
searching seeking<br />
lurching sinking<br />
times is crazy<br />
folks is lazy<br />
eyes is tight<br />
trying to get it right<br />
money is slim<br />
budget don't fit<br />
wanna grip<br />
waistlines trim<br />
is shit grim?<br />
well don't believe the hype<br />
get yo ass up and fight<br />
cuz they figga like you figga<br />
my nigga<br />
please they gonna come try and take you out<br />
that's what its about<br />
ship em our and get em gone<br />
and when we fighting ourselves<br />
they know it won't take long.<br />
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