What? A question and an answer. Pour me my reward so that I can choke another humor. I love nothing but the beats and the rhythms and sorrows. Prophetic screams, Makeshift call, Vetoed votes pure balance, outward stance Scream of thought Scream of Idea Beacon and Call of All and Yet of None Yet ofContinue reading “Scream o Thought”
Don’t Stop, Don’t Stop for any reason unless you fall on a moment of violence and foul the stain of good names for the sake of anything that goes on unbeknownst to such a man or woman or child. Who could so be called of unbenign virtue, of we and hubris. Fallen and risen haveContinue reading “And End Suddenly”
Radio production of a hallucination and hallucinogenic splendor and fun while the estute minds of an aborted playground progress. There minds swell, and die yet live and thrive. Some think dubstep has taken over the world, others smoke the bong and preach but have no idea who Cornel West is. Preach on to the sweetContinue reading “When the Mind Goes Free”
The hours are foul. The sun sets. I must be gone from this hell, and off to a place of rest. So I bid thee adieu, and move on to the night anew. 7/27/10
Do we call to arms our great minds for the sake of their minds? Do we not sit upon thrones made of African machine guns? Are these thrones not sitting in the Louvre or the British Museum? Does vanity become a bi product of consciousness, or consciousness a bi product of vanity? Are we slavesContinue reading “Rhetorical Questions”
Sweet Words, Reach in stare and flight. The hallow trickle of the creek, Oh beautiful voice. So many of clutter and noise. Foul Paranoia, and March on. 10/17/10
A MORT LA BOURGEOISIE! A MORT! A MORT LA BOURGEOISIE! DEATH TO THE BOURGEOISIE! DEATH TO KING LOUIS! DEATH TO HIS QUEEN! Look at these Gallant Halls, These gold suns These marks of stolen luxury. A MORT! A MORT LA BOURGEOISIE!
Foul, Foul Fear Upon this matter of unsightful sigh. I do not fear constraint, I do not fear haste Yet upon this tagged bench bearing the burdens of the burdened and burdeners. Bare haste upon this hour, for Caesar is dead, Buddha is Jesus, Jesus is Shiva, You are God, and I am to. AContinue reading “Foul Foul Fear”
Moan whisper on languid apparatus and elaborate smooth scream. Easy through beneath symphony Need tell about a bore and blue lust Feet from shot together only next away. Near want and not trudge incubate then frantic road as power at play like less than have sing said true. Sordid show under white, black, and someContinue reading “Stay Forgotten”
Now it is here, heard by its courting and strings. Rocking back and forth with this thing and requiem. A new and eternal one, erie, and only as soft as the sick mind dreamed, and wanted. The gears and strings pump this climax and salty tune. Yet it ends so easy.
Free, Free Dare are so the words, So are the thoughts that did bring such ideas Only to be wasted and erased. By too serious word of market call and pathetic swindle beacon. And question beg, beg in such pathetic notion Plea such pathetic overture. Drunken landlords freedom stolen in its right day. It is.Continue reading “So are the thoughts that did bring such ideas”
Sleep New now on with another repetitive motion, another due song. Another on demand stage. No home but the heart for the holidays. No truth to the wasted patience What deserves this deja vu? This Brutal question Forgotten lingo with music’s new slang. This word It is nothing It is everything I say yes IContinue reading “Sleep New Now and Old Relic”
Other urban dessert and over crowded chatter on the scene. Chants of a forgotten of an unneeded, of a faulted, of a fateless vapor on the threads of suburban reck and entertainment by another televised chant. 6/10/11