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02-07-2013, 01:07 PM
Coup
Also known as Coup d'état and RambleON.
Active from June 2009 to the present time.
Posted on Rapmusic, Hipforums, The Poetry Forum (UK) and ArtofBattling.
I stood atop rows of pale stone
stale markers of our own living bravery
sprawling out in a harbor, foggy as Ole slavery
vivid in still memory, on this hill
serving as a cemetery
a sea of white chess pieces
combed by somber cries
blacklisted forever under these
November owned lavender skies
My mind was now a radar station
ready to receive, some how in relation to
the sum of all parts now in sedation, true
the stories of those buried around me
their vibrations, code and oddities
situations of the dead; molten dichotomies
I sat scowled, feeling on mushy green grass
the blood of coffers, fools gold seeing finally at last:
I saw ten thousand jokers pursing dark smiles, amusing The Great Spirit
dancing on golden strings of desire, striking depths of murderous merit
I saw five hundred bats scream through double rainbows
muffled against the sun, on euphoric flights of gold in kilos
I saw The Great Plains gutted entirely by bloodthirsty vacation sport
trails of decay and long lines of Apachee hurriedly sanctioned as escorts
Above, twenty soaring eagles dropping eggs randomly in support
bracing a last full measure laced in a circumference of sorts
signaling red in valentine preference, to walk fine lines
in accepted mainstream reference this one divine time
I heard one million battle cries at once, the collective of mankind
each different but the same, all reflective and confined
to eternal rest and affluent stings of angel tipped-kisses
their pasty bliss digital in glitches
strangled by eloquence lipped
in eclipses
I kissed my fingers and offered love to the master God
I was dismissed I figured, a windsurfer on a faster squad
all was not settled or clean, or as free. or as simple as it seems
I realized I saw many things, and I remember seeing meaningful meanings...
I closed my eyes
Some time after that, I painted all my windows black
I was now the ship and my mind the bottle
my face long and my stare empty, soulless
two pupils larger than dinner plates
staring point blank at absolutely nothing
forcing every ounce of energy to move my Queen of hearts
behind a stage curtain called Jupiter
wrapped in a moist membrane of my ancestral past
I was gone now
I will suffer through the awkwardness
mostly because
I do not exist
My mind shattered into pieces and I fell on both knees crying
atop fallen shards of daggers, trenched omniscient and implying
knowledge of myself. Of my hurting, my lying, its cheating pendants
that's all I seemed to do and I was exposed, under red fluorescent
a pungent reminder of the medicinal properties of karma
its chemicals and articulation, stitching my hearts fall
Lacerations etched a maze of blisters on my sunlit body
and I couldn't feel them. I was euphoric from the punishment probably
and I chased the high again and again, shooting up its ornate arrow
its feathers flared out of my existence, its tip a sharp soothing voice
of good company and shoestring comforts, coolly poised
it contracted a smile from me, amusing my lipid shackles
an inner Jackal laughing insipidly, choking on erratic crackles
it resonated throughout my circuitry of unabated servitude
just now tasting the fruit of my labor, fully ripe it knew
I reached one arm up and held on for another first day
When the world felt correct and so thirsty someway
Or any other conviction of universal truth
So orderly and prescribed and very vital
to my own deception
I saw the distant churning and turning
of clumsy vultures circling and swerving
consistent random patterns in the sky
I knew then I was their fertile soil, once I die
I felt un-proportionally top heavy and thought
a map of redemption could find me and be caught
or be found if I swayed against them long enough
for more time to play my last card, a two of jaded hearts
desperation's only hope, blindly bluffing a fools baited dart
I envisioned their hooks clamping down
on my leathery flesh, blood damp and brown
shampooed and conditioned into soft raw material
As imperial as the true color of eternal sun shine
I clenched my teeth, waiting for the interval pain to subside
waiting for the last call...
And so I faced my Judgement over and over
chasing my own sins around and around again
but never quite getting anywhere beyond
the Saviors soothing hand, grabbing at straws
because the Devil was sort of behind him, pulling
but ahead now, controlling in a relative way
and while I fell into lucid dreams
and lost all to irrational fantasy
he never spoke again with much words to say
content that I will suffer a life times worth
Listen to me, you, Snow Leopard
Paw tracks show that you kept toward
them. You saw their backs hours before our
wagons, traps, snares, all lured forward
For war. For rape of any inheritance
Be saddened, beware, be forewarned. Fore
legions in fair exhibits, folklore born
dare a visit to the ridge of Babylon
singing fire, the Dragon Reborn Song
They chant,
the war must run its synthesis
as how cotton sows fabric
as now Jesus sues Genesis
a death of one thousand lashes,
a few fair ounces added to Angela's ashes
patience is what they hate, do wait
for any vacant openings, famously faint
Yes do wait,
Snow Leopard
They hate you Snow Leopard
You are Earth of one legend, of many Plateau
fertile as Garden, edged in Edens patched rows
You are Kingdom, crowned by vine ripe tomatoes
a court with eleven seeds to sew, planted
naturally by violent fights faded ago
by lineage. By the dialect of history
and it has been written about so,
Their sun is our aura, denying to nourish
green shoots to flora, marked X by thee whorish
fleets. Their searchlights plant ashore ideas
only to drain them, then sailing for Pandora
Mans Island of Evil that stows below--
glowing laughter flown by crows of old
and they will ravage you,
Snow Leopard
I love you Snow Leopard
I was certainly sure I did
your eyes, blue Superior Superlatives
and mine, over sized Apricots*
you, white, mapped-over after dots
A dark prince of top elusiveness
hard since youth, sufficient hop to usefulness
Man ? Red, an oath leaf of ivy
trunked of lies; storied oak anthologies
rooted in skunked belly deceit,
a meeting of no apologies
nor no receipt
I show you Snow Leopard
You go right. brain knows it's left
Man learns right, brain discerns it theft
to tell the difference between:
first, remain unseen with steady breath
and hope. Then listen to the cracks
in the wall with a stethoscope
and if it's open it must be legit
fit for average consumption, don't forget
because what is private is handled by pirates
prying loose profits from privileged diets
Remember that and tell your Kingdom,
Snow Leopard
You are their face of spades
a space of cascading snow flakes
placed sun faded, flanked
stunned, not alienated
while North went West
and East sent forth South
they went Left of course! Unless record
melted a compass in their mouth
I sang verses from the Dragon Reborn
to you Snow Leopard,
you hissed:
Soon, Legionaries of one feather will
smile twisted downward arcs of cruelty
exposing fangs of one thousand year old tusks
sucking the golden apple that never was
milking mountain breasts of Earth Mother
bleeding succulent venom upon her nursery
poisoning the well of youth, virginity
and the voice of elders, its wisdom
in search of all Snow Leopards
the sacrificial lamb and key
ignition switch
to New World Order
Soon there will be immunity to mass mutiny
Soon it will be half the global scrutiny
Soon flags are half mast, raised in arms
Marching one staff against unity
A rag of Pawns have yet to reveal
to you, my Queen, their subconsciousness;
a storm system forming near your rein of consciousness.
Their tears bleed acidic rain drops, eroding away thought.
Their unity hails the size of imagination, pounding away logic.
And their stealth, a bolt of lighting, splits a second behind
the crackle of their ensuing thunder.
My Queen, it will unsettle all contemporary foundations.
Let it rain, let it rein.
I warn you, my Queen, that
A Pawn laughs as he calculates and mixes in
acid rain and bubble gum fixed as medicine...
Loading subtle guns for some fast chance to jettison
life of rank and file to go stencil in ten SOS Messages
signaling distressed shot instances kept Checked to mate Chaos
in bloodshed plotted premises. At all costs, in spite of
red blemishes caught painting a real horror to lives lost
Listen closely everybody,
His pills send surreal dopamine hand cranked, telescoped
in and out, until reasoning is totally maliced by dope
ripe against discreet tyrannical positions of power
knife in check, masterful in his grand finale hour
All waiting on some Trumpeter to bugle the call
of war under one blood banner flying high the fall
of Kings, tightening a noose around the Queens bed
Splitting her long legs loosely, stabbing her seams red
finger nails scraping out her orifice, raw slush
blood picked teeth lick flesh, dry fucking to flush
out all direct claims to the Virgin Mary
Certain to burn any seed inside that may carry
the next line of unhealthy ego, next of kin with
a mirror mirror on the wall, sworn in existence with
rusty slit wrists pinned to orange tinted crucifixes
And you, my king, come closley,
You and your royal ties will sever for ever
your rein of tax and terror will face a mirror
and the look back will demonstrate all the hate,
however pastel painted, you retain in lieu of me
It's hostel, raided by youths in fox holes both dying
and surviving orthodox souls simultaneously
Simply because,
All is kept silent of which is alienable in open water-
never too far off are jaws of intercept, inept on
all attainable truths spoken for barter
Live. Let. Outlet for the onset.
Let. Live. Onset for the outlet.
Check mate by Coup d'état.
In one life I was a farmer born lowly into blistered lands
worn into existence with a mixture of soil and salted sweaty hands
It was then, against all odds, that I gave to Kingdoms and country
feeding fat children of old wealth, in need of wheat thins and barley
The Nobles too, fed from my garden; from my hand like sour pigs
I raised them, watched them harden- from kids to powdered Wigs
I saw them rise out of The Dark Ages, their power consolidation
a blanket of death housing a serpent frown around all our nations
squeezing my life as a puppet, of course pulling at sliver strings
until I died before Monarchs, but not before learning a few things
In another life I was born an Indian to a Seminole Chiefdom
I lived in unison and sung songs in one regional anthem
I had unintelligible wisdom and blossomed first like a native flower
deep rooted in ancestral soil under humid rainy showers
I grew peacefully under one million smitten Sun sets
learning again, yet another dialect a kin to written alphabets
in my last breath of fruition the Spanish fleets surprised us
we offered tobacco and corn, they gave us viruses
I died.
In another life I was a field hand in a sea of King Cotton
lost in some political translation, picking until soon forgotten
The smell of Yankee gun smoke flared obnoxiously to a Rebel Yell
and war broke out again, for freedom but not really in this Federal hell
Three hundred years later I achieved second class citizenship
get out of jail free card used to wipe up the same Ole shit again, shit
I died.
In another life I was Amelia Earhart flying a Sigma air plane
navigating blue oceans, clouds asphyxiated highly in my name
I crashed and disappeared on purpose for my own amusement
history ignores and creates fiction for those who never knew it
In another I was engineering Democracy as a factory laborer
lambs for lions in war profiteering, riveting helmets on toy soldiers
my name was Rosie and I was told to hate ambitious Hitler
I had stars and stripes to dream and awoken lonely to whisper
softly to myself that my life will only be that of some unknown
I will never age, never die, never know how fulfillment is thrown
I died ninety nine thousand times and lived one million years
I painted caves with blood of rivals and smiled
I sustained flint lock shots of musket tipped with vile
I had been a Titanic passenger, drowned but survived
I crashed stock markets and thrived, swallowed thorns and lied
I had been a prize fighter in the golden age of sport boxing
I walked batters and pitched no hitters, old age never knocking
I wrote lies for news papers and sold Ivory Coast sweet tooths
I fucked Marlyn Monroe and told Jackie Onassis half truths
The thing is, I live until I die
only to be reborn with Adams eye
I learned to believe half of what I see
and nothing of what I hear superficially
always witnessing the pains of history
Crying, Lying, Cheating, Hurting
that's all we seem to do, so good
A network of branches weaves textured vines as trampoline fabrics
Lacing fine bands of green, stitched across oceans of Atmospheric Static
the molten Sun broiled above, spilling over onto endless forest canopy
Pouring down amazing colors, assorted before us; in an Amazon's anatomy
Below, the ground misted as a viper, sweltering under its living umbrella cover
Dissipating as a kaleidoscope of splendor, globally hissing its Earth mother
***
Drums of natives could be heard echoing across the valley floor
no doubt a ceremony, strumming forward to behold white washed storms
Yellow birds of paradise sat perched over a Murky River Majestic
Unaware of the peppy cadence, rumbling on quicker now than suspected
the pedals of oriental plants rattled in low bass, after each beat
and the percussions resounded louder still, until the pedals shrieked
Like a Serpent eating its own tail, the music grew desperate
consuming itself, in an endless digestion of future betterment
it was a sinuous act of instinct, faith, that the human inhabitants
marched against a continuous threat, holding last wills to testament
drums became symbols, and symbols became the resistance secreted
clear cutting the forest floor bowed up as the prevalence needed,
Chainsaws ripped at the bases of Earthly virgin forests
swirling around saw dust against a flurry of birds in exodus
tractor arms swiveled on pivots and dug out river basins
filled them with vacation ships and let parking lots drive in
workers in white hats prescribed field fires to clear more roads
Jaguar refugees spotted their backs and disappeared inward, toward
the rebellion against destruction, the peoples rage
Against the simple machines befallen them, springing shut a cage
Arrow tips peppered across the Suns arching keel
railing down shards of flint, splintering around parts of steel
four hundred painted faces danced after them softly
pulled forward by the drummers drums raging ferocity
Bulldozers were flipped and worker throats were slit
Rubber tires were pincushions of arrow tipped torrents
Yellow Birds of Paradise were swishing and screaming
wings a cyclone of hell, their claws gripping and heaving
seething and gutting out blue eyes, bloody with blonde hair
Escalating louder,
the drums became the sounds of one fair oscillating brother hood
became the curdle of ten thousand more arrows pitted in blood
Slithering like an Anaconda born to be the hero tonight
The bellow of the machines contrasted the drums
And they soon danced too, wrapping around eachother some
A child with two red feathers lifted a chin up
one slight of hand boomed, his drum pent up
There could be no doubt now.
Important Note
Dear Recipient of this Letter,
Last night, three surgeons quietly entered your residence
Two had needles and certainly medicated your remembrance
One furnished a scalpel, his eyes were bleeding black ink
Together they will defile you, sight unseen this week
This note will inform you of your current predicament
Don't stay inside for its duration, read on to learn of it
A national emergency is in effect, total Marshall Law
A medical order to eradicate dissent, cut from a doctors saw
You have been identified as a threat, an aggressor
An instigator-activist sent by truth, silenced by scissors
Wake up.
Because your daughter will not; taped as cannon fodder
Internal-radiated and the first to be murdered, devoured
Because your son was forced to assist, whisked from the nest
Then hung from the course of his neck in his sisters dress
Your wife has been shot, but not before she fought back
With a sharp pen she resisted with a stab that bled black
They are all stuffed in the garbage can, in bits at best
Forget about them and remember this is real, sick but a test
Under your bed is a gun, a mirror and a single pill
Swallow the capsule then feel around for the windowsill
Take the mirror, steady a signal off the Westward sun
The opposition is ready, awaiting a sign since this all begun
Jump from your captivity now, or a doctored disease will be coming
Meet the resistance somehow with cunning or cease to be nothing
When you arrive give the gun to Edward. The man
He will decide your worth or shoot you, understand
Say to him, "Synaguage Alpha" to pass the sentries
Then it's on or else a failure of freedom eventually
By then you should be feeling the dope meant to numb
And will have no problems accepting that hope is all but done
Edward will tell you the city streets are a problematic prism
The army is to kill off the silent majority against the system
You must be completely plugged in and chipped to live
One bank, one religion with government clipped to give
Sooner than later, you'll be born a slave without will
It's like that now, but it's in a SHADE most find a thrill
The difference is that today:
Distractions like Dancing with the Stars is over, done
And Pepsi is out of stock, or no more Hollywood scum
No more predictive programming by social engineers
Or the fabricated life away from reality inching near
The masses are taking notice, no more whimsical fluff
But for now, it's you, Edward and a small tactical bluff
To head up an Army of soldiers chipping the herd
To kill as many as possible to sustain the spoken word:
Your family is dead. They want you. You must act.
Sincerely,
Anonymous
Broken sidewalks led to more tangled brick
Roads spun in grid lock, upsetting the sick
The garbage, in shadows below this control
In ghetto cancer cells, losing to drown souls
I warped my scarf tight, the crispy wind grows
Hiding me against the million broken windows
Wouldn't that be funny...
If you ate hamburgers and daffodils
In Indo China laughing at cinema films
If you played Nintendo with an Australian
Sinned so hard on Pentecost with Ethiopians
If you told lies as jokes with fifteen one liners
Laughed it off and pulled it over Mr. Oppenheimer
Who's that ? I don't fucking know, a bad ass
It's all because funny people are the saddest
Wouldn't that be funny...
If you lost your home in economic crashes
Held it in, n' in your mind is all chronic madness
If you lost your child to the sate social workers
Still keep her room exactly but never fight for her
And in your mind are shades of all the eternal shine
But you're blinded by tears, showing that hurtful side
You go to the show by yourself and order two drinks
It's your birthday, but in your mind it's been two weeks
You think of ways life should have been, could of been
You are reminded of reality, here we go again, go again
Wouldn't it be nice...
If you stood up and said, "MAN THAT'S FUCKING IT"
Cut all ties to forfeit everything now, as soon as it sets
As good as it gets, you remove all your systemic regrets
Wouldn't that be funny, if you left and hit the road
Nobody noticed you gone (only cold and icicles know)
And you walk with a back pack on, canned food dinners
Three states away and still life is never gettin' better
A cigarette in your ear and a match stick in your teeth
Smoking so many dreams with that static on the feet
You start to miss your Nintendo and your impromptu jokes
Your daughter's up in the ward, you want to give up hope
You wonder if Australia accepts outlaws, stoked to start over
The ocean whispers a boat and your sail drifts apart, a loner
You give it all up, even the road and her adventure
No direction home, you feel a the bite like dentures
Not authentic anymore, no zest, or function to live
You think of Indo China and Ethiopia and their kids
Out of food now and your gut sticks to your spine (stole that line)
With your face in dirt you give up, sick, out of time
Wouldn't that be funny if you didn't live in the wild
You could die and never have to forsake your child
You look up to the apex of your situation now
Up in some astral nirvana, death executes on clouds
Watchin' them part, you see your daughter... it can't be
She is smiling, looking at you, and you are so fucking happy
You scream,
"I love you baby, I'll see you soon...I love you so much"
That would be funny, if this wasn't really happening
Don't you know ?
I'm that Swisher Sweet blunt, wrapped.
Six foot deep, out back rollin' spinal taps
One eye dank; My other eye sportin' pirate patch
Hour glass strokin' late, eatin' crazy scobby snacks
...Drum line pulsatin' out old harmonic flow
Rewind ? Beats bass booms like ole dominos
Boy's all fading soon, zero pharmaceuticals
Doe in season, Bambi's dope ?... Dear: magical,
Oxygen is now premium, laughin' over chemicals
Seeing is believing, I see dreams being physical
On it again, down periscope chasing rabbit holes
Wow, Alice is my miracle...lickin' em' pink popsicles
If she axe nicely, I'll give her ice scream reciprocal
Dawg,
This trip, be up on my bacon pan somethin' electrical
I'm wired like ten jackals pacin' past the paradoxical
Again, I'm that swisher blunt, done crashed all obstacles
Please...fix me.
I'm
Haunted by the memories of places I've been
Of my faceless past sins, palpitations' & spins
Running up endless stairs. Up lifes' downward slopes
Knowin' the old, preparing up there Mountains of Hope
But I'm twisted in cobwebs, trapped in insidious plots
Just a spider asleep, life is feedin' me insects and rot
Crawling to the surface like fat worms after hard rain
My memory is power, like if a dream could star gaze
My dreams go uninterpreted, like a letter never read
It's the better end--I'm bitter for being altogether dead
Fuck choices I made, pleasures are some how sufferings
Just allow my voice to now measure
out these mutterings:
*
I'm still thirteen years old, joining a cult to find love
I'm the awkward bookish boy, adults' lies like OJ's glove
Their acid acceptance is my emotional oxy clean shine
Promise of fair weather but passive storms never reside
I'm still seven, and a Venus Flytrap tryin' to be mysterious
As my parents joke at the end of a marriage, why so serious ?
I'm still seventeen, walking in my first bid of doomed freedom
Somehow, even now I can't believe I just got rid of REASON
I still live in my car, years after founding a new family
Renting more permanent hurt. Astounding is my agony!
All the police, and criminals, and false friends linger & chill
Most are in my head; they're all sleepin' on box springs still
It's still my wedding day, the day of the birth of my child
The day we got the autism diagnosis, downward little smiles
It's the day my wife left me, and the day I left my wife
It's today, my child and wife in the oceans called life
Me on the shore, scribbling this essay in front of dolphins
It's all those times, together with thirty nails in my coffin
When you make truly significant life choices, remember this
Before you age, or commit a crime, use drugs, flash your tits
Or get married, or choose to be homeless: all splendor is shit
Some of these choices are crossroads, a direction you choose
Dreams can and will change you forever, a suggestion I use:
Treat your mind as a museum you must curate
In time a REBIRTH must come, it's not life but fate
Position a song bird on my shoulder
Singing Peter picked... poison peppers
Perched in perfect pitch... of pictures
Then stack seashells, topside my ocean box
Listen lost, as ice cream hides soft polka dots
Rusty hallows, downsized in pistol smoke
Of pink pony rides, must be some isotopes...
Close the door, turn out the light
Then set war birds atop a powder keg
Wick a fuse in an hour to an outer edge
Pluck feathers and kick start zero, Hiroshima
Sequestered shadows hear no, bleed blood
Silhouettes exhausting like hairpin fractals
Air signals bomb Alice, her fear of rabbit holes
Do all this, inside your cerebral cortex
Install this urge, or just let your pours sweat
Speak to me on a level never felt. Past or present...
Standing tall, in defiance of your collar bone. Hallow be thy- oh you! So prized, by alliance again with science. Cold. Showering signs, lined with sticks stacked in stones. So true, like a fish in, out of water asking why fins get so stoned ?
I don't know.
Like fresh salt licks sold in Seas. To Scholars who somersault brooks, reeling in only cheddar cheese. Acid reflex follows. Brought up by sequence, as only in secret we agree to disagree. Too heavy, and when the feather flys free, simply be. Against me is the scenic way. Believe it. Oh so miserable me. Take the next exit, now so sinister seen.
Seek me out. On a plain never drafted. Now or later.
See if we climb together, only to be asked why ? My answer ? Foul ply in a sea saw. Holy on the other side, reeds and all. That's because we open doors that at a distance, freely fall.
For us, of us. By us. FUBU not. Fear us, because we clot blood.
Shot out, to fish Brook Trout and blot out flower buds.
Give me reason. And I will. Give me you and it's done.
On an ice burg tip, cooked short of common sense.
A shore once was, for us. Of us, on this ocean trip.
If I never talked
I wouldn't listen more
Cos I'm that fresh, frozen dialog
Of conversations unspoken
Between contention and sulfur heat
If I never listened
I wouldn't listen, or be thirsty
Because I'm a rooster quit cold turkey
Deploy this tactic, can't you see some static ?
Constituting emergencies on my path with
Dynamic planning, with fast bandwidth
I'd rotor wisdom on empire
Broadcasting reversals over tight rope
So, the less noise I make
The more I communicate this:
Body language like ghost shell
Illumines my snake pit,
pent up mostly, by screaming wholesale
What is it, but is what is
Sometimes when, on what consequences
Don't you get it fool ?
I'm that Porcelain boy soldier, little atlas chin
Who Chariots a land rover, over his requiem
Riding cursed Frankenstein monster
First to herd Cyclops in past bad posture
Though, you will fail to understand this,
Because of Fair Trade Poppy
Awful habit. Contrived little carcinogens
Dry Skittles eaten alive by his Rabbit Friend
Easter eggs: painted by China synthetics
Incubated puzzles cracked concave genetics
What ?
Synchronize my exterior to display nothing but superior superlatives, disguising our eyes only after our interiors were certainly sure we did. All is kept silent of which is alienable in open water- never too far off are jaws of intercept inept on all attainable truths spoken for barter.
Demonstrate all the hate, however pastel painted, you retain in lieu of me. It's hostel, raided by youths in fox holes both dying and surviving orthodox souls simultaneously.
Go on. Proceed. Demonstrate how I feigned shy of snared dividends. Short of hilarity as I expected this autumn again.
How you instead casted calls of Amnesty auditioned in clarity. Only to be paired with me, if and only sparingly then. And as such, a pallet of two lonely September symphony blends, colored Splendid into a splendor of animation seeing more suspended.
Heh, the vulgarity was amber, the diva friend, a tint of flavor applauded behind closed doors being orally tested by men. Hurriedly monetized, though not really offended.
So slow, too fast.
Too fixated on photo finishes. Soon out-fielded with photon particles Irish-Blue in blemishes. Two related too mirror in any remembrance. Too sedated. Fears of infinity. Just too 'you' to radiate two cadences capable of atypical symmetry. It is not so. Not sustainable, quite frankly.
Simon says so.
I like an audience
so I do things,
random things
I was at an Assembly once
and fell asleep to monotony
to rasping echos, falling
into a nursery of short attentions
the speaker was one bearded neck vocalizing
safe sex or vote or die or whatever
I was sleeping anyways, don't matter
an elbow nudged a lower rib
and I lifted crusty eyes
took in a thousand images
and bit my lower lip yawing
I mentally told off the dude next to me
and my head rocked back again
an elbow again
fuck it, let's roll
I pulled out a Marlboro from a shirt pocket
light it against one hundred gasps
exhaled into infinity, smoke rings for Jesus
I guess, whatever
I stood to stretch my jeans
but really to see the sea of faces
all point blank, some laughing
some judging, most up tight
the bearded speaker froze
now every ounce of energy
turned on me, I took another drag
I was the Assembly now
speaker, or whatever
don't matter, they led me
into the lime light
I exhaled into a womans face
never noticed her really
because I was on the stage now
Looking into the sea of cookie cut faces
I took another drag of the Marlboro
exhaled thinking about what to do
up here, king of the mountain
thinking
fuck it,
I pressed a white knuckle
against a hitch hikers thumb
knocking my Marlboro back
to let the mother fucker with
happy elbows have a sentiment
of my attention
Truth is a Rubix cube. Hmm, how should I put it
It's confusion to whom who have no rules to use it
Just put yo mind on the sovereign father
Eyes on the signs, and solve it with the solver
Think not,
Triple sec, on a simple bet
It cripples vets and gentile sects
A Strong drink salted in sinful sweat
And the song it sung, sings y'all fizz me yet ?
Like a cocktail, it tints of sex
Dissect the lyrics, be free from shallow depths
Too much Truth, and not enough Religion
Wheat germ-juice knotted in, pucked out ten lemons
So much soothing. Shooting shit smooth since salvation's se7en
Let me remind you
Your pagan temple is chasing devils, wood and stone
You say no ? We should go down all those idol roads ?
YAH MY FATHER
Shalom
I got this brittle shell
It's ready to expose core
baring my secret scar
even now as it cracks
I sip the inside yolk.
To protect my hurt
all I can do is nurture
my nature and creature
I offer no condolence
I clean up the cover up
looking for the way out
seeing just an exit wound
outside under 14.2 Psi
boiling cess pools abound
I think I'll drip in open bath
become aware of depth
with little to drown in
my life is on the line
this is paradise of paradox.
A life saving memories
spent at an absolute end
as the shade strikes deep
sinks familiar sun in me, never again
clarity is death, feeling very confused
I've wanted both. Was sure I didn't
such a sterile horizon, me in a jar
insightful I digress. Confess, reflex.
still my chin lifts so high
my mind rewinds mix tape
Stop. Pause. Play.
In this pineapple express
Oblique monolith at Giza
Maginot line of the French
Wall of the great Orient
Aqueduct of Roman Nile
All beguiled disposition of necessity
Indispensable, now phylogeny nodes
Branches que the builders
The trunk: financier of development
The roots dissipate evil nutrient
The resistant hunger strike
Opportunists feed a new world
Little leaves blown off mother
Pollination strategy: shock and awe
DNA matches old colossal carve
Know how of ancient working
Treaty of betrayal, ready rehearsal
Seeking in the name of blood line
Yesterday’s construct refined
Today the house is built
Flat, sharp angle line
Rib cage unable to sigh
Stiff outside, hot inside
I'm a beggar of orchestral concert symphony
salvaging arbitrary tremors of afterthought
in the second balcony, forty-second row
nose bleeding, I occupy
comfortably
a proud oak chair.
Blacklisted above
muffled violin palpitations and
insipid pulls of rhythmic murmur
I begin to fold my concert program
seven times.
The Woodwinds dispatch a hum-drum
of empty spectacle
dog fighting
the hollow sorties of paper airplanes
raining down from the second balcony,
forty-second row.
Launched with the technology
of my velcro shoe.
The Strings respond
one octave lower, pitched
in stealth formation. Forcing a drop zone
to dissident sound gardens of
predatory hummingbirds.
I saw the sky churning as oceans of ashes
Turning down rays of fire, fallout & flashes
Burning up the night, kissing noble November
Mixing the air with embers, opals, & splendors
Exhaled from the heaven as pyroclastic flow
To earth, blasting arrows with strong tip bows
I got down on my knees, hands spread apart
Beseeching God, believing he sees only hearts
And if I am worthy, spare me not any concern
I have children, they wouldn't be ready to burn
I closed my eyes, perceiving a centurion sky
Wrapping my mind against seven billion cries
I saw,
Ten thousand angels playing Chutes & Ladders
With tools of harvest to tear truth from answers
I saw all World powers raise up skeleton armies
Behaving odd against a coming elephant tsunami
Humanity running against the Host of Heaven
Soaking up blood in the body fields of tension
I saw Napoleon in front riding with a battle flag
And Alexander in red planing amplitude in rags
Following them were one hundred million soldiers
Waging to circle a tree called Life, to mow it over
The branches were thick trunks of Lebanon cedar
At the base, a colossal end with a genuine reaper
The sky furnace above waxed hot, torching like hell
The tree went up in flames and the armies swelled
The air was a thick cloud of chromatic volcano
I blinked my eyes finally and behold the inferno!
I saw,
One hundred million necks hang from the Great Tree
Dangling in the dense wind, swaying like quaint leaves
A million silhouettes peppered the skyline like salt licks
Collecting ash and scorch, limed with motor and brick
All at once I heard the collective all cry out, gasping
A last full measure asking mercy for trespassing
A few moments later,
I looked at both my hands, lifting my head high
Giving praise to God that he let me be left alive
I spit dirt and ash out, smacking my lips in thirst
I vow to repent and to live within the scriptures
I buttoned up my coat, tonight a hot wind grows
Protecting me against the infinite day of hot coals....
[intro -spoken word]
Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To learn everything YAH ever allowed, one truth
Would you humble down, and serve him only ?
Yo
[verse 1]
YAH's Laws are hardy, aren't hard, cause' our tardy
There's conflict on our hearts already, all-beat petty
Lip service, in the churches just flaws and envy
To rob moms, but they keep on professing
What YAH spoke aloud, His scroll clouds those so proud!
They loosen His clout, but the terms don't come out
They envokin' dolls? Everybody's strokin' Baal
They mock some now, climb up lower, down!
Snap back to humility -oh there goes blasphemy
Oh-there goes Sabbath, we joked
We so mad, but we don't
give up that weekly nope, we don't grasp it
behold, his soul snaps to seize hopes
She won't answer, they joke
YAH knows that, but we broke
Peoples pageant, be lows
When we grow back to His noble road, that's when it's
Back to the map again yo, His whole strategy
We better go answer this omen and hope it won't examine
[hook]
We better prove our self to YAHUWAH, Him only
We know it, you better never let it slow
You only got one lot, do not miss our chance to grow
This opportunity runs rungs in a lifetime
[verse 2]
Our soul's awaking through His pull that is staging
This world is YAH's for the shaking
Take knee kings, YAHSHUA's sword a new whirled boarder
A worldly life is snoring; YAHUWAH's horsemen
Close to told them, they slowly wove armor
Phonies sow dollars, we grow, they all colder
Thieves go in all rotten, posed to host woes
Be known as the gold joker
Moldy roads, YAH only knows
The Lone father's son shown, we know proper
Our foes stone and rarely shows his own slaughter
But hold your loathe cause here goes the Yolked Solver
These toads don't want Him OH WOE, be bold conduct
They seduced on to the next Joe who's froze
We know those and pulled dogma, so the Pope Allah
Is told, it unloads, I oppose the cajoled, martyr
But the deceit shows con : da-da-dum da-dum
[hook]
[verse 3]
No more shame, I'mma engage what you call age
Tear this brother judging Zeus off like truth box staged
I was prayin' in the sin sinning, the rude all changed
I've been wooed up and tripped out and fooled off page
But I wept fighting and accept light in the best designer
Best believe everybody's obeying the denied writer
All the rain implied terrified by the
Fact that YAH's hand set high with eyes alive to
Lies that we can't survive the night fight of
Strife for lies randomly, cause man, these hot scams
Skewed facts don't dry brighter, and there's no beauty
There's no July Caesar, this is high strife
And these times are so hot, and it's sitting even hotter
Tryin' to leave and honor my believe trust, teacher-father
Caught up between being a martyr and an Americana
Baby Obama mantra, scheming on Hebrews and too much for me to wanna
Obey in some slot, another scam or not
Has sodden me to the point, I'm like a fail I've got
To calculate a stop, or rend up in wail or rot
Israel is my only brother running doctrine, Gentile's not
YAH I love you but this stranger gots to know
I cannot grow soul in Pagan's plot
So here I go it's my trot. Abba I will fail you not
YAHUWAH is THEE only opportunity that we got
[hook]
[outro -spoken word]
You can do anything YAHUWAH wills you to do man
No weapon formed against you shall prosper
The sole duty of man, it's a reasonable service
Serve YAHUWAH in spirit and in truth
A memoir for the down trodden, to the ill forgotten:
Drift a mile in worn hauls, become her problems
Be the barefooted strange girl on a cruise ship
Apple bottom, candy cigarette, her nude lips
Shirt soaked suction tight, clung to perfect body
Provoking your silent awakening, pop a molly
Sail. Over a full moon glowing underwater
Below a sky befallen, darkened for the hour
Floating November misery in seas of lemon light
Swallowing the sun because it stolen the night
Be you. Changed to never trust yourself
Because a mile in you will never trust yourself
Don't judge her, until you lived her book
The cover is girl, and the material is rook
Be you girl interrupted. All pumped full of lead
Swimming with sharks in her head
The large banner above read:
"Stand Up To Hunger"
or some shit like that
stitched with corporate logos
reminding you continually
of who puts on for 'your' city
CNN, Twitter, Visa, Kraft
and on and on, the usual...
it hung in view of thousands
of young-20-somethings mostly
whom all were a proposed solution
the "now or never generation", "the future"
Stand Up To Hunger
the buzz word or whatever
Below, on the stage
a familiar speech popped off,
a Maybe-It's-Maybelline girl
speaking on behalf of greater interests
something about taking an implant
to fix hunger, or some shit like that
something like it's painless
the future of tomorrow, today
or whatever it was
I could hardly hear or see her though
the electrified spasm of humanity
all in front of me, behind, to the left
to the right, on top, on the bottom
all over the place
BUZZED...
Smart phones, tablets and tech.
positioning for their facebook picture
a chance to be judged worthy
or whatever the fuck
in sight of their consummate queen
to demonstrate high value
or some shit like that
Meanwhile, the speech grew
the show ramped up
celebrities appeared
Lady Gaga with strange
triangles above her head
Bill and Linda Gates with
bizarre hand gestures
malnourished Asians came too
skinny pawns next to the fat queen
like advertisements
like space monkeys
like que-cards
Hunger was the problem
like a boogeyman in the desert
spectacle was the reaction
like the hit on the twin towers
it was all there...hanging
Boeing, CBS, Exxon, T-mobile
on and on...on that banner
"Stand Up To Hunger"
the implant was the solution
like all the people cried for
saying, "lest we too starve"
The speech was delivered, hard
the final solution sold in dazzles
establishing the crowd as a trend
going viral for the cure, view counts
the new standard in world community
chipped, relevant and all flabbergasted
the majority was in obscurity
and the devil was in the details
Still, yet
Above them stretched out, unabated
over the sea of expendability
over the flock of free-range chickens
Hanging with certainty, with all assiduity
that large banner with its colossal resources
on that day...
did not give one fuck
I will not settle for your story
of how your life was on my line
written with blood in ocean waters
grafted in some infested impromptu
acting the prettier, casted from script
that is not me, no
so, what's the depth of your superficiality ?
It's pumped full of malleable lead, melted down
and tossed as chum to white sharks
into black isles, swimming in deep water
give it up, game is over. why go on
just because the plot said so ?
if yes, be taken alive by them
But not before I tell you a truth
I got a nastier serpents to defile
and I'm not the real enemy, woman
so please hold my hand and
feel my pulse, explore it, unite
sing songs, kiss, terry all night
do all that, until you will hearken my voice
and trace it up the highest stairway
and ring it and toll it and bellow it 360
memorize its path and wail against kingdoms
only then will your back turn 180
against the playwright as written
in your heart, as in your mind
back to the flesh, away from Spirit
like a dog back to her vomit
Let me speak, stay with me
I demand to tell you my story
fore now my mind burns colors,
like solar flairs exciting warning bells
collapsing on the precipitous of world war
I'm the Yahweh soldier against shine
and I don't apologize for it
or replace that with
your sin
your board walk unto destruction
its twists and turns
its temptation to fornicate unceasingly
on the scarlet back dress of the great whore
You can only drink from one cup
drink from the living waters
go up that stairway you once climbed
and bathe and hold up the golden brim
and spill its truth down your breasts
down your hips, dripping down to the
small of your back pivot
down to your calfs
to your heel
only then can you leave foot prints
and evidence of the encounter
come down to me again
give in to the mystery
as it will be as our witness
As a kid I had thoughts
about sleeping giants
and thick green leafy stalks
I wondered a lot too
as a teenager kid
thought maybe, perhaps I
could climb atop one too
wake them up, to talk things
ask them knowledge and such
how they felt about me
becoming a giant too
as a grown up big kid
I gave up and walked
off to safer places
and that was that, of course
I was too old to dream
as a very old kid
my walking cane agreed
until the clouds parted
and out came two pillars
of heavy nimbleness
up I went to a court
of rumbling giants
they were the sleeping greats
so I thought at least then
the truth, they soon told me
was that I slept on them
This is where I stand a Genius, a black hole
In a Forest, a photo image and I was front row
Black and white blotched my souls epicenter
And so it goes, leaving no holes to remember
And that's what it is, no grey, no color
No clichés, nor green shoots coming together
Amongst a Forest, planted in a time forgotten
In some shade of Nostalgia, brisk, hollow, rotten
Amongst Aged trees- skinny twisted little sisters
Unbelievably skittish with their devilish whiskers
I stand. I withstood. Bare and demanding
In this Ever-Wood
And under my shoes a river ran, glittered
Wedged in fiddled and frantic and fevered
A black road, an Auto Way of introspection
A sway of Rococo Flats dealing out life's lessons
I simply am, so dew collected, damping two eyes
Masking fear, hiding it, so it was OK to cry
And I did, tearing salted apathy, whisking away
Flushing out toxicity, tar, and with it, energy
What was left was the Past of Present peace
And a Present of one Future setting True East
Just me and the Road, unceasing to say the least
On it went, down the bend, and down more
It's end was my beginning, rising with storms
I am, so my blood was Red, and my intent Clear
Not in a dream, no, an Event Horizon, drawing near
I saw in the setting sun; everything about me
It was fleeing, unplugging to excite another corner
In another place, smothering over New World Orders
With it went my flaws, ambitions and glaring cares
Replaced by perfection declared by fear and flairs
It's aura of isotopes flickered out, and since fell back
In its absence a Shadow grows, and sick stars react
On the other side of the world, upside down, no difference
The Sun rose to routine, holding up its coexistence
Soon, a nature hardly appreciated appeared
A great depression loomed by eerie years
She is dark and deary and weeps in tears
She knew I was naked and needed a moonlight bath
Cold and pale, washing away my Sun burnt wrath
Now that she had me she said I was Genius
That being a Sun kid seemed to be so meaningless
Her depressive nature was a key to my lock
Key to reflecting and application to all ticking clocks
I then accepted my dismal existence
Happy to posses the tools of creation
And I painted with the brush strokes
Every little piece and fragment of life
So that even in my despair and darkness
A moment of pure light could be seen
And that never again will the ebb and flow
Of natures biology dictate the recess
of my mind
Dear Dr. Seuss,
I slit my wrist today to sip up the poison
It's my choice with veins this noisy again
In there, a choir of voices all sung in tune
Their faces were bloody, drawn as color cartoons
My better judgment laid back despite my absence
Whatever I say, blame it on my stab wounds since
I'm sick but healthy, somewhat odd and deranged
That's why I write you, never mind the bloody stains
Anyhow, what's up man ? I read Go Dog GO today
A masterpiece work, full throttle all the away
Took awhile but I finished it easy enough
It shook me up, but not like that Grinch stuff
And what's with the Grinch anyhow ? Pure evil
Essentially it alludes toward a sappy people
And I can't miss the changes that occupy his mind
Too sloppy and stressful against Christmas chimes
My ears bleed out to bells storming as missiles
Because Horton Hears A Who and sea shells whistle ?
Why Dr. Seuss, why ? I get you but hot damn
We need to talk soon to correct this jelly jam
Anyhow, I've been cleaning out my library
Burning all your books that I hide and carry
Making room for my own looks, in the new style
I became book sick reading you after awhile
You don't know me Seuss like that, in fact
Don't confuse me with some random stray kats
I sew needles to my eyes and recite inner rhymes
Finding time to study between your beginner lines
Green Eggs be dammed if Sam I am is that picky
Wishing that Ham came on demand but more quickly
I find meaning where kids only rewind with laughter
Your books sway and last in my mind after each chapter
Shakespeare shit Romeo and you spit Go Dog Go
So I pencil out Juliet and give us the cameo
Damn dude!
I just noticed something horribly Seuss
I am not joking, I'm notably wearing a noose
The child in my mind has just spit up his food
In an instant too, brain now cold and chewed
Blood boiling, spilling over digested soup
It' sick Seuss, skull cap pushing out poop
My eyes roll around, flickering outside-in
Eew! Illustrating in one sickening skeleton
These pupils, so crossed by blood shot veins
Cool story bro ? That's why I wear these shades
I'm over slammed with Green Eggs and Ham
I liked them, but understand I cannot be Sam
So get fuct Dr. Seuss with your Cat in the Hat
Your Words cluck sir; ABCs musing as acrobats
You say one fish, two fish, red fish on a round dish
I say finish a complete sentence not somehow childish
But you can't, you wrote to our National Pastime
When Coke was new and kids held dimes in lunch lines
You do have talent; astonishing when candle lit
Dim, I lend it to the paper in which I shit
And a million pens ink over spots yet printed
Yet you leak blotches on paper and still get minted
But you're now prey and I remain the predator
Yesterday was your day, today I mail this letter
Hit me back bro, we got to coloab soon
If not I promise to stab and go mad with doom
Sincerely,
Coup
Meet in the middle of the air, seek me out in clouds
I ladder your vocal stairs and believe in miracles now
Speak to me in a color never broken with language
See if we read together, climbing over spoken pages
Tell me to lift higher to touch your metallic voice
Let it rivet gold in me, bust up this dynamic noise
Give a reason, and I will. Give me your dirty secrets
Lie too, I'll believe it...soon we will fly in acid reflex
I'm standing tall now, in defiance of my human sense
Rising while you search me out, in skies of turbulence
Drink from my lips and decide what feather its of
Fill your soul, let some spill. Your doing down now
Spit some out in colorful trill, your going down now
Meet in the middle of the air, seek me out in doubt
Ladder my vocal stares, couldn't be miracles without
Color me black again, and I will seek you later
Going down now, and I'll make you feel real bad
The golden pendulum swung. In my ear drum. Dunn Dun Dun Dunn. Ugh, I hear dumb. Got my mind, um, up motion slumps. So odd how locomotion adrenalin comes. Gentlemen I'm trembling. Ibuprofen then ? Numbs my whole endorphins some. In ocean of neurons swimming fuct. Now time is frozen. Oh look; there goes a bottle-nosed dolphin, sunk. Pumped full of bone-marrow lead. Meddling. Peddling. E.T. phone home. When ? I begging. Unsettling on the bottom of an insomniac bed. A maniac, I Drive my inner man to the Adirondacks with a picnic basket. Contemplate dinner and put lipstick on this chick who's plastic. Close my eyes and gallop back when the pendulum swung. An acid Dunn Dun Dun Dunn. I can't feel my tongue. It's the golden pendulum kettledrum and I'm not welcomed in.
Going back. At last.
So you dig.
Dig for justification.
Dig for validation, understanding.
Digging to fill new wholes
With old dirt.
Digging for truth.
As fast as the shovel pivots
As fast as you can bear the exposure
Of how things really happened
Not how you interpret them now
But rather, of a downward momentum
Not just of the shovel, but of life's pull
Though both are striking the same plate
With an insatiable appetite to satisfy the urge
To know the absolute dexterity of truth.
You dig. You and shovel.
Except the shovel is sure of itself
It will spark as it clanks against time
Conversely, you will collide and fold in
Coil up as a double helix of what once was
Wrapping around the past with a sure complexity
And in the process a partnership is solidified
A cooperation forging a link to the past
Of steel networking its desire to function correctly
You of your questioning, explanations and motivations
As an organic body exercising it's right to inquire.
You discover quickly that what you dug up
Is easily arranged against what you thought
and what is,... was, is really not once was
But only an image of what you wanted it to be
You pick up the past and uncoil this information
You soon realize new uses of old trauma bases
Realize rungs of dead end roads, of bad choices
More insightful now than ever you point this up
Into the sky and climb on the burden of your
new way forward.
With a face like the sun
coloring an oppugnant earth, like
song birds singing in thunderstorms
exuberating the mind, renewing world
appertaining to the anointing of God
radiating no ego. Shine off then on
became understanding appearing niggardly
been seen naked sensing unseen precepts
all around us
considered all the unconsidering
inhibiting hype
limiting pilfering
welcome to planet ocean
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