Saturday, October 22, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
I’m probably a few threads away from entering a deep Samadhi state.
I’m very close to hopping on a series of trains and traveling to Oaxaca Mexico.
I’m in the mood to dethrone my political and economic leaders and hold auction for the title of ruler, sold to the most interesting bidder.
I’m wrapped, in a series of thoughts that keep returning to the same blank-less stare.
In a few moments I will sully my chances to observe a traditional “ego sacrifice.”
I am breathing. I am breathing.
I am alone on my island
that is surrounded
by countless other lonely islands.
most of the time that I keep my mouth shut.
I will move forward and spend much time in the past. I climb stairways only to forget multiple items that I had meant to bring with me. I traverse fields at night and try my utmost to remain pragmatic regarding lurking monsters and hatted figures.
I’m already altered. I’m in no need of power and greedily seize most that is handed to me.
Eight years from now, my lover and I are riding on the back of elephants for the second time and naming them.
Eight years from tomorrow I discover a better way to wipe my ass hole, and my children never know anything of the first method.
Eight years from yesterday I am still pretending in my head that I am a ronin, and I am still intentionally getting lost in forest preserves.
Eight years from two years ago today, I am able to grow a proper mustache to accompany my beard. Eight years from tonight I am reminding myself that love is what matters.
Seven years from now I will plan an adventure to Sao Paolo Brazil that will have to be postponed.
Six years from now I will be taking the last warm swig of a 1 day old Miller High Life (champaign of beer).
Five years from now I won't be invited to my friend Andrew’s going away party.
Four years from now I’ll be too lazy to refill my water glass even though I’ll be thirsty.
Three years from now I’ll know 5 digits of the Fibonacci sequence
Two years from now I will dream of being taken against my will to stand vigil over a cosmic body of my choosing.
One year from now I’ll be imagining how my life would have unfolded had I never ingested any sort of tryptamine.
I like how it’s always a fucking mystery with this guy, you know, life. I like how we trick ourselves into believing our tricks. I love how the ride comes from nowhere and returns. I love that nothing makes any sense.
I am glad I am human and not something worse.
Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om
Addendum 3: I would like to alter this space-time so that humans have wings, and that all devices meant explicitly for war were never invented except broad swords and wakizashis and Crocodile Dundee Gigantic Hunting Knives, because close ranged winged battles are just so much more gentlemanly than long range missiles.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
break beats and melodies streaming right in front of me
my eyes the hieroglyphic treble clef translate topography,
and honestly, without a beat
I can free a stanza of its syntax and still be 120 b-
pm, the night threatens to never end,
it’ll lend some labor toward the sky
and we can start again,
pretend it all depends on how you tend to make friends
and count the third as real since the pineal still has a lens,
the jetty eddy in a stream full and steady,
mystical and mythical I know that they’ll let me,
grab a mic and stay tight under the spotlight
fixed on my flow, you know that everything will be alright
My centerfold is six fold, too bold, stars glow,
truth be told its all soul,
trees bend don’t mend
even nature can’t ignore this shit...
paralytic rhetoric rapidly rolling off his quick lip,
and pays close attention
to them others rapping but he stays in the back laughing
picking up his ego cuz he threw it in the trash bin
quasi holy with a bit of sin, he’ll always win
Get him pinned and you’ll put him in attack mode
consciousness expansion the objective
not given a shiny shit the goal, yo,
welcome to my strong hold
a hole filled with meta anticipatory strong joe
spiked with jolly molly augmented espresso
meaning that I’m hype from the get go,
ladies and gentlemen please let go of your halos
and find the meaning
of the supersonic hyperbolic metatronic payload,
only far away cause you proclaim so,
I’m only here to bring you closer so you may know
the drift pinch is a cinch that you don’t have to
k-hole to be shown.
so get blown, or hone your skills
just keep in mind, its life that kills
who was it catching blind daily grind to pay the bills?
who was it perma-gathering chills and frills?
you, the entity you dream will ensue beyond the death hue
what a damn fool,
and everything and everyone and every place you think you knew,
yeah well me too!
so even though I’m almost outta body
spit these lyrics knotty knuckled fists
with more power than Gatti with a triple shotty,
hotty with the body let me meet ya
I can make ya naughty any party
with a proper beat and getting real rowdy
call me if you’re looking for a fan
of the fun fodder, flows that go boom boom
and range from hot to bothered,
if you want it louder
introduce ya to my megaphone
and call reptilians to beam me up
and leave my world alone!
my theta waves are universally known,
and university grown,
stardom a stones throw from being a dead zone,
on a mission from annihilation
to have my break beats shown
and crooked beats evolve to satiation
you may remember me,
I’m called your inner enemy
shape and form identical to third eye physiology,
its all in me, the history and present tense
its got to be without a doubt the alchemy of love
and staying free,
now, take eternity and find a seat beneath
the bodhi tree.