Equinox

The equinox vernal,
Now I'm diurnal
the active days against former nights hibernal
Around spin cycle eternal
Like a journal pages slowly turn all
Knight by night nocturnal
From white nights of obsidian
To days of viridian
I've traveled marginal meridian
I burst prime time, Euclidean
Rhyme lines, O sacrum convivium
Primavera, Palestrinian
In bloom from past somnolence
Blooming in forest colored opulence
Jade joyous forest covered
Frost mass thawing at the heat of optimists
Here comes the sun
Years sung of love
Of life and limb
Of rose, white and prim
Of sows and reaps
Frozen deep within
no longer cozened seeds melting open
Within lay nature, unleashed
Sprouting beryl grass Malachite paths drawn on bosk maps
Cage like icicles, like sickles once cut short life's trickle
But now are gene pools
Puddles of life,
pull Liberty, saplings straddling limberly
Tenuous barrier between existence and imagery
Like the as between similes
Like springs of water
as wintery as congealed streams of slaughter
tepid as unsolved mystery
Or as difference between maliciously and blissfully
The division between existing free and torpidity
The branches climbing with apt timing from snows of viscidity
Shows dexterity and biogenetic flexibility
grows with celerity, submission seeks but never can it limit spring
She has declared to see rose, rows of roses, Isis of fertility
Never scared, temerity over rose timidity
Soft Persephone brought perplexity to the hardened intensity of heimal rigidity
Verdant and balanced
Between season and unseasoned
Invierno y primavera
Ceasing with reason to be
she will fall like a phoenix,
only to spring forth from moist ashes
Balanced with death's cold embrace and birth's nascent face

Sandinista

We are descendents of the legacy of General Agosto Sandino
A man against colonialist dependence with gusto for campesinos
Against United States Marines and economic infiltration
February 21st, thirty four, he was called for negotiation
By President Jose Maria Moncada
However he was caught in a plot of asimilación
Caught a shot of idolización, con cada,
brought and wrought an iron will to a martyr of Nicaragua
General Anastacio Somoza Garcia
Via military coup installed oligarquía
Elite controla la economia

Rigoberto Lopez Perez
El poeta repressed
A bullet has struck him
Falling to the ground by the shot of Fascist canon
Alone and abandoned
On the floor, distressed
For Nicaragua, now a bloody mess
A bleeding heart
Solo and living for the Sol of Liberty

In1962, they form the Frente Sandinista de Liberación Nacional
Carlos Fonseca, la guerra del mente idealista
Con Tomas Borge y Silvio Mayorga
Poder por el pobre, consciousness for the worker
Somos Marxistas
Somos Comunistas
Estudiantes de Liberación en Teologia
De colores,
Rojo por la lucha
Negro por la muerte de monetarily stratifying politically institutions

In 1967, Luis Somoza died
Replaced by brother Anastacio Somoza Bayle
In an effort to oppress the movimiento
The military bombed our encampamiento
But one man fought to save his allies, Julio Buitrago
An entire ejercito, como un mago
Central American Merlin
Trapped Honduran fuerzas armadas
Now on the border, frontier of Guerra Popular Prolongada
Accumulating forces in silence via propaganda
A border between freedom and martial order

December 23, 1972, an earthquake in Managua
Sangre fluja como agua
10,000 muerto, 50,000 sin casa
Debayle baile en dinero mientras la gente es sin esperanzas
At a party of elites held by Jose Maria Castillo, the people struck back at the empire
The spark on the prairie set fire
Borges set free of political imprisonment
Manifesto of the FSLN released
Television tells a vision to citizens

In 1976, we were struck a blow
Leader Fonseca and Eduardo Contreras han sido matado
Split into three, FSLN Proletario
For workers consciousness led by Jaime Wheelock
La Guerra Popular Prolongada
y La Insurrecciónal Tercerista

El grupo de los doce sandinista
A diaspora en Costa Rica
En mil noveciento setenta y siete
Protest the government

En mil noveciento setenta y ocho
Diez de enero, el gobierno asesinado Pedro Chamorro
Editor de La Prensa
La voz de Nicaragua
But they cannot repress a thought
oppress a desire for freedom with bombs

En la victoria
No somos Somocistas
Forming a Sandinista Junta of National Reconstruction
July 17,1979 democracy first functions
In the form of our constitution, Fundamental Law of State

Despite our triumph, the work has just begun
A debt of 1.6 billion
Cincuenta mil muerto
Cien y veinte mil en exilio
Seis mil homeless in our nation

Social programs, la alfabetización
47 por ciento literacy to 85, in almost literally no time

The CIA sponsored the Contras, abiertamente
Fuerza Democratica Nicaraguense
hasta Las Contras mataron un hombre estadounidense
Ben Linder, las campanas sona para ti
For Nicaragua, piezas de granada de mano y sangre en el agua
Ask for whom the bell tolls, BL, our vision will not be quelled
Central Intelligence trained Contras in elements
Of counter revolution, they don't boil but drain blood so they failed at
Rallying insurgents, more used to tallying insurgents in body bags
However US support gave the right solidarity
Ellos eran UNO
Union Nacional Oppositora
In 1990 we lost the election to the widow of Pedro Chamorro
Pero Ortega y sus compañeros
Lucha pobreza, somos ingenieros
Del cambio social como arquitectos
De obeliscos respeto por los derechos
como faraones benevolos

A tattoo is only as permanent as the flesh it's etched upon
Epidermis only as permanent as the edge of the upper echelon
Essence gone when foundations flounder
Constitution change with death of ancient founders

Subdermal, internalized the external
On the parchment, parched to drink something eternal
Though fire dies like fireflies
Scrawled on bald-skin
Idealized and realized as passing like flashing glows from within

Puncturing the pallid papyrus tapestry
Prick by prick, tertiary iris mastery
Grinding at the gypsum
Lining the vellum victim
With elaborate immaculate dictum
animate advocate prism
Adamant infliction
Of shaded chromatism

Complexion, complex in polychromasia
Coloring displays of
Soil, terrain,
Opening like crevasses
Of canvas masses
Tinted with passes
Of piercing passing jabs
And fiercely massive stabs
Crashing waves of rainbows

Like vapor, from solid to dust
Saviors, flavors of cherry reds and oranges, tossed
Yellow mellows and green vines
Minor Chords like blue notes,
Major's swords of violet violence coats
The integument with colorant development

Pigment artificial
Art, official the second the needle penetrates
Ruby radiance emanates
Treasure measured by the pleasure felt inside
The moment they meet the eye
Tangerine tourmaline
Smashed on topaz saffron
Emerald elemental
Sapphire satire
Amethyst artistry,in shades of grey matter,
Artfully, the ink spellunking through part of me
Both in the dark, yet lightly
Parted but only to be replaced
By more dust to fill the vacuum left in its wake
Short and finite stories of Illustrated Man
Impart to the mind's eye, cells of painted sand
Crescent of the sabre sets
On needles painting palettes like crayon sets
Like phonographs or bayonets
Waxing full moon, days reflect
In the depression of the night
Graves inscribed between expressions of light
Gravestones dyed the veneer outside
Doors scribed in pores
I pore this eye over what has been poured
Ink bored like water into cavern floors
Sodium bicarbonate, thru to the core

Hallowed out until quakes fall it down
And undermine the undermine
Under my crust
Metal shines until gripped by rust
Occupation to bring about the occupation
Of illustration on these golems emblazoned
til they succumb to final oxidation
Building paper dolls of contemplation
Food for bookworms, food for thought
Yorick took words of kings
And when ingested are inject into pleasant peasant skin

For Jupitor

Jupitor Hammond was one the first black poets and I owe a debt of gratitude to him as do many other black writers, musicians and artists. His birthday was October 17th 1711 making him three hundred.


I dedicate this day to Jupitor
Whose rings words true
Against the throne of Lucifer
Redemption by thine holy words

Authoring salvation
Addressing Negro subjugation
Precious thy bloody ink spilled for human rights
Like a great red spot, that you did write

Io, Wheatley's Ode to Neptune
You are no satellite
O heavenly son of harp tunes
You are the Apollo of our people's plight
Unaffected by Middle Passage tides

Helios, how you have healed us
Sol, even as you have been sold
Your body chained, they cannot claim your soul
Your sole possession, faith, you soldier on
Soles bonded those influenced by your writing when you speak of our common bonds
Sun of Suns, Hammond Hyperion

You did not planet
Yet you have spun the revolution
Your shadow looms large
Looms of destiny your charge
To span the scale of your importance
One would have to see your pen stroke on millions of portraits

As William Wells Brown's tales
Of the daughter of both Sun and Shade
From Hemmings and Jefferson made
Blessed by Mother Venus's love and Mars' hypocrisy prevailed
Her travails through the cosmos
Clotel as Persephone, her people burn in more than effigy
Black and white and on most surfaces
Surface sentient discrimination
Emptiness, where thousands of wrongs never see illumination
In nebulous nebula, whisked away by Poseidon's Potomac phalange
A life ended rather than suffer enslavement

Les premiers rayons de l’aurore blanchissaient à peine la cime noire
N’ était pas une de ces femmes qui vendent leur amour
Flux, n’avait qu’une petite rivière à traverser pour se trouver au milieu de ces forêts épaisses qui semblent étreindre le nouveau-pays
L'plume parle… vous n’avez qu’un mot à dire… un seul… et elle vivra.
Car il avait soulevé le voile qui cachait le crime de son maître
Et il a change le mulatre a maître
Notre frère de la lune de Jupitor

A Titan of abolition
Your bondage by gravity
Is like your predecessor Jupitor, tied to improbable mission
Freeing minds from prejudiced savagery

Brother Frederick
you have liberated minds from racist rhetoric
You're freedom, freed 'em
Never letting your language languish
Making hopelessness and anguish
Hopefulness sanguine

You have done us a service
Inspired by you, W.E.B Du Bois brought purpose
Lifting a weight on the Souls of Black Folk
You took that yoke
And bore it like a Southern Cross
Advancing your cause
Like a dancing constellation, onward for your people

Marcus,
Our national hero leading our people like Spartacus
No national boundaries where Negros are bound to victims of exploitation
No Solar system can truly shine in subjugation
Appropriation of our proper location
One God, One Aim, One Destination
The perigee, an apogee towards the Mother Earth land
Equality not based on pedigree
A zenith, as Jupitor views its Black Star's circumnavigation

Ganymede, so distant
That'll be the day when you grace all visions
An Invisible Man
Indivisible in that truth is light and light is truth
Reinhart, the paint you fabricate is proof
That Ellison's intelligence in crafting the surreal
The elegance with which he put forth the suffering unseen condition of an unseen existence
The life of a stellar obscurity in a galaxy of bigots

Callisto
Brought to bear this blessing viewed as curse
Two types of prejudice
O Baldwin, still you thirst
To Tell It On The Mountain
Birthing your freedom with streams of social consciousness from ink fountains

The Negro Speaks of Rivers
At the descendents of Zeus's insistence
Langston brought down from Olympus
Hues, soil-shaded as sediment
Fertile sentiments
Cresentic, the words that have grown deep
From Jupitor, we have known them
Black still speak to thee in tribute
Inkwell tributaries that think well literary
Golden, the setting son of giants proficiencies
Stars as beautiful as onyx eyes

Energized, I have ridden on their shoulders, as they rode on yours
Thousands of Miles have you paved
Railroad tiles for Coltrane, laid
An inter temporal, interplanetary muse
Jupitor, you meant to make music
And still you do in the hearts
Of free blacks removed shackles
Your tabernacle, vernacular did part

Linking poet King and X-factor
Martin and Malcolm, would never changed outcomes
Without the will to shout
The words of heaven from mahogany mouths
Their sacrifice tantamount to your speeches
Tigris and Euphrates
Pious in phrasing
You and Grandma Moses' destinies tied for delivering us from Hades
The three headed, gatekeeper and the the river Styx

As well as the Nile
We make no denial that your revolution will not be televised
But from your pieces
Many men intelligized
Gil Scott, hearing your speeches
First in flight
Orbit the knights to make a brighter day
I think I'll call it morning
Ooh child we may feel lost in the fey field of universe
Like Mayfield we must use a verse
Pushing toward our emancipation when we use a verse

Mental slavery, you helped free minds
Jupitor Hammond
Rest in peace of mind
That cogent pieces flowing from your mind
Have been mined and turned like so many rivers, to freedom lines

Murder of My Lungs

With each breath in
A little taste of agony
Quck to breath death in
This ectasy admirably
Known as addiction
It is at my insistence
That it be called what it is,
Compulsion
I, compelled to end my existence
Intrinsic the implications
As I put to the test my organs of circulation
Need an imprint on inhalations
To know limits, to the point of no limitation
Happiness filtered through lungs
Passed along until the brain’s impatience
For that personal sensation
The second hand temptation
The minute arm of temporal displacement
Our fatal fascination
Dazed by self induced pulmonary degradation
Weak we draw the ether near to expectoration
Cardiovascular system
Now feeling the passion and wisdom
Of being tested until enlightened
As if unencumbered, loads lightened
As if floating on a combusting carbon dioxide island
Vapors come busting, muted esophagus silent
Reputed in its quiet
Says more about my will to commit violence
On muy corporeal form to feel alive
When exhalation inspires tracheal tube respiration defiance
Bronchial tissue, taught to fight against a need for oxygen
Diaphragm billows honest in
Diagrammed expression of its need to drag essence
Rent windpipes
Mouth longing for life
I have no contrition
Towards this self inflicted attrition
Coming by Occam’s physician
Parsimonious with sands of time prodigious
Shaving razor thin precious moments
To stop and smell roses
To pause, gasp, mouth open
To push my core to the brink
To the point I think
It can no longer stand my questionable yet rewarding abuses
No uses for gas, O2 overabundant
Why want it if such a bounty resides
My only wish,
To achieve a 4 minute milestone before I die

Lion (is the most fun a girl can have with out taking her fur off)

She prowls, eyes empowering
her intent of devouring
that one weak-minded of the herd
the one that had not heard
the danger in her purr
Soon to become meal for her

That mouth so easy to get lost in
No way out
Search exhaustive for release from her bite
The white stalactites
Ivory lock tight stalagmites
Up go nights
As down fall lives
This cave, a snare
Once it is upon you, escape is rare

To procure her prey,
These technicolor polish claws
Lustered with blood lustrous or
some many that had not got away
These gracefully 2 inch stilletto paws
Even if resistance could be mustered
The sheer power in those legs
Cowardice, fear and plague
The pressure they generate, causes hesitation
The powerless peers, victims of fate
Caught by camouflage epidermal disguise
Plotting to mirage the internal appetite
As she ingests this guys self-loathing

They are consumed by this huntress
Doomed to be punished
By the purveyor of craven consumption
Surveyor of disability and dysfunction
She feeds on it
Sensing their reaction to her
Decrepifying decrees
That roar that says she's
granting sweet mercy for in exchange for free eats
That come with being forsaken
Taken in to her lips to be digested
by her pride
To die invested,
employed as fuel
Enviving, as she is imbibing, with energy she can use
to continue the Krebs cycle
Protein from her bite'll
steel her with another meal
The appeal of peeling them
In twain, her brain satisfied
At her bountiful hunt, gratified
With all the life she's lobotomized
Those glass bottle brown, bottomless eyes
Powerful body
This prowessed palace
Stands as a monument of carnivores
A mysterious, crypsis covered core
With lips hiding a cage trap of incisors
They'll die to get inside her pink puzzle box maw
As this lying lioness of the concrete savannah
That masticates on magistrates, magnates
So that she can validate her now vacant faith in love
Both, predator and prey, salivates as self-respect vacillates
On the urban feeding ground we call a night club

Winning Coffee...du

I sit under the blades of whirring fans
Mind away from blurring glance
A 1 seat touring van
Filled with a cast of characters
Mercurial as uncast quicksilver pans
Pots of coffee calling each other kettle drums
Melted and fluid and when written, crystalline
Mind, pistols, in go bullets of thought
Out come words, triggers pulled in
Figures of speech, bigger than all of us
In a world where all is dust
I, merely a transiently opining transient
Basking in the ambiance of a coffee shop
I fancy it's wall of transparency
All the men on errands seem terribly vacant to me
As they locomotor past
Our paths, cross only once
Yet they've become bullets in my gun
I imagine as they cross my mind, they split my wig
As they have transect storefront windows
Speak to transcend the pain of mourn struck windows
I was born to be stuck in the middle
Until I reach the my end like the husband of widows
Coffee now spittle
Sailing the authorship, fingers twiddle out missiles
Ballistics analysis has me as the answer to the riddle
Of the crime of lighting the spark that set poetry ablaze
A blaze that burned out of control for days
Leaving only a smoldering page
Blackened by craze of factions
Quays, harboring fugitive aquatic assassins
Of love, caring and passion
Sifting, the ash in hopes
That I could save my neck from ropes
No doubt destined to be tighter than boas
Judging by this my focus, sibilant, is on par with spermatozoa
Climbing fallopian tube by tube, inundantia flows like Noah
File further up the poe-tree
Until struck by agent orange in a notably
Encoded rotary buzz saw
Bust raw off the top, reversed and filled with Java
And that brew's what caused this rant
I sit in quicksilver pans
With one to drink, one to smoke
In a coffee shop, under the dance of whirring fans

Ales beyond the Pale

I have crossed the Great Divide
There the Titans had supplied
Me with this bitter fire
Herculean concoctions inspire
An entire discourse of flavor
Liver removed in iota in return for their favor

I have studied under the Maharaja, the divine teacher
And have studied wonders of my minds creatures
Frogs that hop across my tongue
I move Boulder with Mojo
Traveling the groggying Ganges to Indica from the Lost Coast

In Hop Pursuit of this pale ale, I have set Full Sail
For the sheltering Trestles of the Left Coast as winds prevail
Left Hand trying to pry this thirsty 400 pound Monkey off my back
For this Hop Juice I lack

Taste-buds taken taken my Inversion
This Mirror Pond alters reflection as it laps upon, each incursion
Has come to Bend me to pale
Rippling over my pallette as I seek the holiest of grails

My Modus Hoperandi, A search for Decadence
Hoperation aimed at grain dark yellow elegance
Even as these Stone gargoyles are bombers for my Ruination
Until my need for acerbic aftertaste has been brought to cessation

I ride upon New Belgium's waves
of Amarillo, Columbus, Centennial staves
Filled with scales of dissonance
Bell by Belgo, piquancy as the instrument
Ranger shooting his Mighty Arrows of deliciousness

Delectable
Lightly detectable overtones
I torpedo, overthrown
Past these Sierra Nevadas
Enthralled with the joy this bottle has brought us
As I crest the peak, the Hoptimum
To overthrow the Imperial
I shall usurp the material
Kingdom of the Hop Czar
A coup, Hop Rising
Slurp the wisdom as I hop stars
Crown jewels of tourmaline
Adorn my scepter, as they tour my taste receptors

I marvel at the Marbled head
As if ambrosia rose up
And filled my head empty of dreams,
Now a full glass
Green seas of Myrcene
St. Lupulin watching over I now sleep fast

9/11/11

Since that day, a decade has passed
Still conscious of the past
The consequence of shattered glass
Scattered lives, aghast
As I search through cluttered mass, cast
pieces of a structure I never thought would fall
This, the worst juncture of all to befall
My heart, not physically punctured by the ruin
But emotionally punctured by doing this
Awful errand, no amount of preparing
Could help me clear the apparent remains of a parent
Then yet another
A father, a brother
Sisters and lovers

Crushed faces brushed under a depth
A stonework tsunami flushed toward death
A thousand cries shushed by the thrust
Of Damocles' sword, from the skies fates sealed
Damage be bored down upon, drilled
By these flying demons, skilled
In the art of pain, killed
With no discrimination for affiliation
Demise based on untimely location
No consideration that they had struck pawns, irrelevant to the orchestration
On the grounds of some ethnocentric motivation
With jets disposable as their pilots, one use missiles
Explosion full of burning flesh whistles
Order now bordering tenuously on complete chaos as established stones
Crush underfoot, these planes close
So many open doors
Scores and scores buried under floors
By airborne abhorrent actions
Projectiles, once intact now in pieces, like the impacted
Fragments of man and God's creation

All by a faction
Merely a fraction of ideologues
Whose ideas cause
The most seasoned of sociopaths to pause
Never destroying the machinery, only the cogs
Innocents dying for the perceived crimes of demagogues
Who obey inner character flaws
And don't answer to the people, whose laws they must obey
Vile crusaders with a rhyme of religion
Evil creators of reasons insipid
Thousands paid with red blood
This white-eyed death, glorified
Blue for the tears of I and so many near those who died
For unrighteous ideals
So not sure with this life can I deal

Religion has been instrumental
In both underpinning and soothing anguish mental
Just because we worship the same God, in a different way
Do my people deserve to die this way?
Is the number of times we pray
So salient a difference
That you can slay us with indifference?
That you can alienate your interest and peace and life
And inflict malfeasant strife
Would the loving Father,
Extend farther hatred of one another
Would he bother rewarding you more than I
For your willingness to die, you, homicidal martyr
Making hearts broken and lifeline arteries parted
From this crux of revenge, psychopathology and theology
Nailed by seeing myopically

As though we are all damned
As though we command
These forces of destiny
Lachrymal ducts once dammed
Flood out as blood pour out of lifeless mouths
Forces so unceremoniously deployed
I am not at fault and yet my life is destroyed
So many deaths but resources to be spent by this violence
Yet of course it is not I fighting
Nevertheless I've bore the brunt of your grievance
Non-combatant apparently lacks meaning
The usurpations of respect for humanity you have perpetrated
To defend the kingdom you wished to be created
The devastating hunger you have sated
In the hopes of satisfying your twisted image of God
Limbs of my family tree, severed and sawed
The ground and discarded like sod

We have done you no wrong
Nor were we along for the actions of militants
Forced to lead
My father Sayid Abdur Rahim
My mother Mahasin
My daughter Fatima
My brother Nasif
To early graves

10 years ago my world changed
That day made for rain of pain by the deranged
Aftermath, subtraction life loss after
Additionally, bringing attacks of disaster

You think that we did this, as you bomb my village
We are but civilians
Like billions that have fallen prey to wayward blades
As Allah observes with dismay

Don't you see the hypocrisy that supports this behavior
You're theocracy is sacrosanct flavored with a shade of autocracy favor
Try a true democracy before you try to force it upon me
More than this desecration of independence
Bill of wrongs, right?
Even if you thing this false hegemony gives you the right,
Killing is terrorism
This violent pandemic now globally systemic
is endemic to the double standard that is part of standard American wisdom

White (How I Learned to Stop Living and Love The Man)

Inclement weather
Increment weathered
Rungs of the social ladder, climb it, climate depends
On this lifelong intermission from beginning to end
This eye's on innervision of many enemies and friends

Infinite, whether intimate
Whether imitant inhibitions
of imminent intuition

Tremulous and elegant
Of emulant and elements
Like small-minded sentiments
That like minded settlements
of group think intelligence
of felons with metal grins
Not realizing the well their melon's in
Now disguising their own melanin, dwelling in
their skin cells against
This white-washed fence

“Jim, you have been cleansed”
The radio softly sends messages
How much you become depends
on the amount that you succumb to trends
Assimilation, conformity, how colorless you are
How your aura acts accordingly

“Kunta Kinte, your name is Alabaster
and oh my God, you sun-colored bastard!
As if touched by Hades,” sung the tongue of the whip pastor
“By the power vested in me by manifest destiny, I am your master”
“But he told me you killed him”
“No darkie, we built him,
and by our god you shall be bound
In shackles, trod down upon
For crackling flames await you, gnashing fangs
Crowns of thorns for marks of Cain
You differ in pigment so we brand you nigger
'til the pain of being of man is but a figment figured by your imagination
Rise, newly baptized child of rain

Deluged in delusion
Dissolved into solution
This dissolution of black to white
Disillusion, turns sunny days to tortured nights
Stirred in a melting pot that still calls your metal black
You've sold out, brother, no amount of smelting will turn you back

A crucible, of which agony is crucial, these lashes strike gashes
to keep eye lashes passions earthward
As I become ashes, cyanide gases have made me food for earthworms
Before being food for thought, you must first turn to dust

Tom, the fires shall burn your cabin
That one last bastion
Of freedom, that one part that let you captain your own action
Should you sell your soul as you've sold your body, you receive life everlastin'

Particles won't tell your story
Your volatile short lived glories
There's no use not performing
This white, collared slavery
I've seen the last of the Mohicans
Incans die in the blink of an eye
Ra fall as moons rise
Barack, Shaka, when all is said and done
The maggots have their lunch, you too will be white.

Muammar the Sandwalker

Born and begotten in Bedouin sands
Near Sirt, the child of nomads
Descending from those that had long roamed these lands
Grandson of a man
Claimed to be Khoms first martyr
As he grew to Abdel Nasser
Tutored by the minds of Misrata

Prodigious in ambition, will, desire to fulfill his prophecy
He enrolled in military academy in Benghazi
Seeking to unite and equilibrium policy
Weaving the workers plight into Green Book Philosophy
Of unified nations, The Solution to Democracy:
True Representation, The Solution to Economy
Socialist collectivization, Third International Theory
On how to build a utopian rational civilization

“If national demagogues crowd third eyes, and cloud third eyes
from seeing the plan of Allah
Then it is rational that they will reap conflict amplified
Return to the world as two nations divide”

“Naturally, tribes are made for social posterity...
Surplus in excess never breeds prosperity...
A People's Congress, predicated on parity...
Ruled by people and not parliament to whom its a rarity
of an interest in the interests of their constituents...
Whose election is a mere ancient erection of Greek thought
When men could be led like cattle, sold, and bought”

He became a member of The Revolutionary Command Council
Joining the Free Officers Movement, that had a political evolution planned
Training his powers abroad
His focus, vision unflawed
All came to pass, his coup met with applause
On that start to September, he spilled not a scarlet drop
His star's ember now flame
Sparks of freedom remembered this day
Noble Colonel, toppler of kings
Saw his dream to conquer unseen hands of evil
meet resounding acclaim, sounds made by newly equal
People in the newly named Libyan Arab Republic

He sought to bring balance
Expelling colonialists from the West
Compelling them to increase his nation's oil profits in the process
Creating free government housing in the process
A large man-made river to water the thirsty in the name of progress
But the black beneath that he had been blessed
Was blackened as his soul from the power he held from conquest
Conquered by darkness and hatred
He labeled dissenters non-patriots
Targets worthy of termination
At this time he began a period of mediation
End of days visions plagued him with destructive pan-Arab prestidigitations
Spying on the people for whom he had sworn to cease subjugation
Hanging, beheading publicly, Censoring creativity
in a land of free speech to feed paranoid sensation
Now a bloody terrorist, whose dislike merits assassination
Becoming the tyrant he so vehemently deposed
His true dastardly intentions exposed
A corrupted, twisted totalitarian in the throes
Of the egomania of throne, caring only of his own status monetary
and not of the people who rose
him to the top, freedom fighter now pharoah
Soon a rebel alliance would propose
A counter argument to the former antithesis
Now the top of the latter without authority legitimate
Monopoly on the use of force unlimited

So they took to the streets
Cries like the voice of lost liberties
Dissent that had to be silenced
As unarmed citizens became the victims of violence
Colonel ordering the killing of all not in compliance
even his own soldiers, with he. The Dark Lord
Killed one by one, like bull's-eye on a dart board
As soon as the grandson of “the first martyr”
Had birthed his opposition was as soon as he spilled red waters
The 17th of the 2nd month, they forgot the 1st of the 9th
Failing to remember that September in 1969
For in February, the once brooding populace was now ready to fight
Al Bayda, Darnah, Benghazi
In the name of Fathi Terbil and Jamal Al-Haji
Against this failed Jamihriya
Against oppression by the veil of Sharia
So came to be the body of insurrection
Dancing to a waltz, “Thesis-Antithesis-Synthesis,” an old rebel one
To provide for Libyan's protection
National Transitional Council, trudged into the maw of war
Intent, they upheld principles they were fighting for
“No to tribalism, no to factionalism”
Yes to human rights and yes to autarchy
Arab Spring in full swing
Intent on fulfilling prophecy of liberty
Quadafi had thought of in Benghazi
Even as rockets rained down during siege
Like an apocalypse of artillery, they yearned to be free
...So they fought
Even when their wounded limped to the hospital to be permanently
Hushed by the apocryphal Imperial Shadow guard
Colonel still killing men for not firing on men unarmed
So many slaughtered in Misrata
It's wrought a flood of blood of martyrs
Trying to free their home of the grip
Of an autocrat, his soul ripped
from his body and pinned on his false hope
That he alone could one day bring balance
But as guns fired, his empire collapsed
In Tripoli, crippled he abdicates
responsibility of his tragically altered will to build a more perfect state
As the cycle comes full circle, Allah Akbar, God is great

Brainstorm

I sit outside viewing the overcast skies,
shrouded by clouds. As they pass through my eyes, images of lightning inciting
sparks and brainstorms. Light rainstorms cast upon these pockmarked lenses.
Blurred by frame of reference are my perceptions.
Endless and swathed with vaseline to hide clarity, like so many soap operas.
I ponder whether it is reality or dream
Cigarette vapor teems as it captures my cillia
Neurons captivated as stimulus ripples
Axons acting on impulse
I hear the pitter-patter of falling bodies of water, crippled
in that their fated to be but ripples on the gene pool
Passing through the temporal lobe every so temporarily
Like the Caspian Sea, endorheic and saline, action potential realized
A flash of charring ozone
Electrons dash from zone to zone
Synapses snap as rain drops on untrained thoughts
Train of thought, I hear after the thunder after the bolt
From here to the hereafter
Dendrophiles strike sending dendrite signals
Following the path of least resistance
To the Tree of Knowledge, wondering if I should choose the same for my existence
The same electrons in my brain parade without assistance
not realizing their kind persistence for excitation is not without limitlessness
As my cerebral flood washes over
An ion among that set of anions with cast over
As lighting inciting the whole world over.

Blue Lode

Procreation relegated to a spectator sport
Masturbation elevated to best, most favorite sort
Of release and it doth cease
The desire, the entire need for a conversation among flesh of beasts
Stroking takes nary a minute
As the keyboard responds to my digits
I, well-oiled machine, sheathed in an ichor of self-gratification
Power on my well-oiled machine used to display sensation
Had by 1, 2, 3, 4 and often several more, well-oiled machines after several preparations
In which prior to their publication they oiled their moving parts with greed, glamour, and self expression for lubrication
Everything needs to be a little easier to swallow, easier for penetration
Both for self and others
Because friction utterly stutters the structures one uses for one's process
Yet the progress is autonomous and self-contained
Disdained by others at times, bottomless is my inner lake
That perfect spot of spit, placed among sweat to wet the pages
Between my legs proves harmony of my dichotomy
Autonomous automatons, alone-together with a polity of others
Inward drawn, probably plotting on how best to draw out their next stroke of genius
By and on the lives of well-oiled machinists
Sword in hand, smooth and soft channels
Lord, Master of my domain, manual labor
Handywork, savored for and by the craftsmen
Whittling and whittling, with no desire to craft men
a product that could impact
other well oiled machines
Doing the math, all the crude black blood creates an impasse
When making a diamond
Kindling my menora's eternal light
With the oil from my labia minora
Ejaculating an aura from my organ
Seminal, this solo of fingertip and lip cadenzas
As i touch my feminine side, somehow this concert of one lends a sense of community
Its own invented unity
My penis coming for ebon eyes to see
To ebonize tissue with the blot of my ink,
Mine, lustrous lode now blue

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I could sell a bee his own honey
A nomad his native sands
With a well-placed commercial,
I could take the blood from your hands if it served my commercial purpose
I'd rather steal the funds to increase demand
Supply you with false hope you can't remand
You demand a refund
Because you can't sleep on your new bed
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You can't be wowed by sham wow
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They give us insecurity to deconstruct with contracts without escape clause
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It’s more like a macraméd Mao Zedong
Our service department has 0% interest
About anything that won’t boost sales percentage
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To the Mariana Trench

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As you dodge creditor tridents and spears
In the sea of debt
Indebted to the loan sharks and urchins
That made the product you purchase,
A new lifestyle
You can either adapt as a parasite who no longer wishes to keep up with the Jones
Or continue past the euphotic pelagic
So close to the surface to the aphotic
Benthic, tragic, dark abyss
Like a rust, ancient crustacean
Frustrated, clutching angrily at the ocean seemingly adjacent
Yet clutching for what had been said to be above
Had got him in this situation
Maybe detergent could whiten your bank statement
Maybe milk and protein shakes could do my shoddy body of work good
Maintenance of the new computer by Bill Gates is imperative
Upgrade your hardware with surgery to change yours into magazine faces
Sell your soul software to maintain your rank and file paces
Perhaps with these handy, new pots and pans
You could cook your way into the fire
For selling your sell as a buyer
But don’t worry about that tricky soul
Dr. Scholl’s in-soul insoles
Are the sole solution
Sold on the sole assumption that the problem is in your feet, not your head
Provided you have the cash to ride the revolution

Plays

I'm an ascendant so ascendant with a sentence
Forthcoming like the fourth coming
of Christ coming forth
Only to be coming fourth in line
Behind what he saw; carpentry and saw
Becoming Esau, carp in tree and soldering irons
Reign reined in when deluge rained dissent
Reign reign go away, dissent
By much ado about nothing
Bye-bye much adieu is about nothing
And a dew is due for all I do
My adherents adherence blew me away
Without adherence you can lecture adherents til you're blue in the face
I hope you read into that
Because I pour my red into that
Blood, sweat and tears
Blood's wet and tiers separate
Barons from barren
See what eye open to assent
Sea of I, open to ascent
Meddle with your metal to win medals of gold
Or be foiled by dramatic foils as your fencing foil folds
It's alright when you realize you aren't all right
You and your real eyes are one part knight and one part night
I wore jeans wade in the window pane gene palate
War genes weighed in the window pain palette
I'm not a little Malcolm
but I have a little Malcolm Little
Under the influence of influence in my pixels
I'd rather die, hew my life tree
than dye my hue
I'll never become a dyer no matter how dire the straits
Straight, what I sew, needle eye so sow a flower empire
Where all have daily flour
Rose on rows of rose
On subject of prose and posies
Never does a pro pose
When I propose never subject my subjects to the throes of throws
Of thrones thrown
Without popular acclamation
and a period of proper acclimation
And a ration of daily bread
Irrational a dei we bred
Cane marked as not able
Cain marked and shot Abel
On altar altered to sentence penance
Pen in sentence presence
Our presence a gift of the presents
Presently prescient
I'd rather be Shakespeare apprentice
than a shake spear menace
An augur aurical orally observing swallows
An auger oracle aurally consuming swallows
All the world's a play on words
All the worlds I play on words
I never act entitled
In this one act play entitled
Act Won
One act won by acting as one
With stage, actors and effects
Never stage, act or otherwise affect
The other wise men mending why's

A-Z

Alphabet artist
Allow all across ardent
Altered arid areas
Authored it all to alert the agrarian area man
Of bottle neck bobble headed barabarians
But be wary
Belong below
Be but blow books bring to
Conflux of congruence
Conditions of confluence
Cross conjunct
Critical creative construct
Disjunct dysfunction
Destruct defunct
Discombobulated distracted
Diversion diverted depopulating dimensions of dementia
Emigrating English eloquent
Emanating enrichment elements
Evocating the empathetic with etymology
Expert in entomology
Extirpate and eradicate easily with ease and epistemology
Frustrated flux fake flees flea following
Faux foes for feasible frees
Faux foes flake forth fallen fits don’t flow\
Fearing freedom and falling for folly filigree felicity
Furiously fricassee from freestyles founded on facility
Grilling greed grievously generally gleefully
Grate greatness from grandiose greenery
Gears grind gold from gab and gossip
Gleamingly greet gem atria from the GDP gauntlet
Heating heedlessly hot-button hostility
Holorhyme and homonym higher
Hollow minds and hollow hymns hire
Innovation, Iambs
In no nation, I am idiot’s instantiation
Idiosyncratic implications of idiomatic intimations
Invoke illmatic irradiation at the instant of imitation
Juxtaposing justice and jonesing for jubilation
Just this juncture, juristic adjudication
Justify the junction of justification
Jovially jumping jade jungles like Jamaicans
Knocking knees with kinesiology knowledgably
Know knock like I know knobs , known quantity
With the know-how to knuckle dust the kitsch
Knock down kool to the kinetic Kelvins of Kamchatka
Kant kowtow like Kurosawa kabuki kamikaze
Lexicon of lexemes leave left lobotomy
Leaves left on the lawn
Language lingering long after living lead
Life’s lachrymal labor of love
Lamas lambently lead lambs to languish
Leaking lamentation from the lungs
Lambda, linguistic lunge
Levitate under light posts til we lie lapidate
Ligneous, Lifeless lux, lax it lay
Millions may make match in madrigal maze
Mays move with moons and matches may maim
Men and maidens mortally
No matter how mordantly mandible massacre the majority
What matters is how motive makes manacles mastered by mental mayoralty
Mind over matter, muscle over mendacious martyrdom
The morning after mourning, Midas made makeshift memoriam
Nascent, naked and neonatal
New in nature and nomenclature
Neutral, nonchalant, near nebulous naught
And yet not nihilist, notes need
Neither needle nor necrolatry
Necessitate and necessary neologism and neopathy
Neuropathy of optometry, optically often we optimize
Ostracizing one of our offerings from omnipotence
Outcries of those outlying Occam’s razor occlusion
Is not outside the occipital of the omniscient
Overcast the order of the overarching
Overpassed by order orchestrating overbeing
Progenitor of phylum, progeny of prophecy and pentameter
Plead to during parameters of pathology
Pitter pattering on the perimeter of the pendulum probably
Quadrilaterals quest to quarter me quantitatively
Quietly the quietus of my quill from quiver qualitatively
Quizzically question the quotient of quadratic quandary\
Quipping on quadrivium with quasars
Quality of quicksilver
Running rapidly round radar
Radiantly resuscitate and reboot like restarts
Reference reefer, Reed Richards, Rousseau and Renoit
Referenda referent to refine Relativity and Religion
Reflux regeneration by regicide remorseless not remittent
Slaying segregation solely with Shakespearean sonnets significant
So salient when satisfying soul scorched Sisyphus
Science skying scores of Sculptur-esque scripture
Sitting on Sirius spitting series of sixty-fourth notes
Siren so serious situations solved by soliloquy so I’ m rarely solicitous
Talk tantamount to tantalizing Tantalus
Tattooing tautologies tax-exempt
Tattoine, taunting Tartarus like a tartarous, torturous tooth
Test the Trinity trigonometry with a trilogy
Of trilingual terminology tsunami
Twisting tumultuously through technology
Don’t try taxonomy
I’m undescribable you should ululate uranology
Instead you urge to understand urology
Unfortunately, you’re into urine, but my usage is Ursine
Urticate your usurpation with uranium
Ultimately, I’ll utterly undermine you utilizing Utopia utilitarian
Void vainglory with vowels of various variance
Verbs that validate the vexatious vacillating vacations of vagrants
Vagabonds venerate my vellum Vedic like Vatican and Valhalla
Venous ventriloquist from Venus vented venturesome to vena cava
Veracious verses with voracious verbosity
Veteran Vesuvius versus vicious velocity
Flow like viscosity
Volition, will words like word smiths
Will words write work with
Whispers written, will they be worthless?
Is it worth wit to wards warmth within?
Withhold warlike warlocks from the web we weave to keep it warp-knit?
Is a warranty warranted when we will all wash-up
Withdrawing from the waters of the world shaped wash tub
Examine, experience extemporaneous exigencies at the exterior
And explain excess when existence is experienced
And extinguished exquisitely, exacting extinction without exception
Exarch and expatriate are excised until exanimate
Youth yields
As years yield yokes
Until ye must yammer with Yorick
And become yoke-fellow with Yucca
Why?
Zeppelin has zipped on zephyrs to the zenith of ziggurats
From zero hour zygote
Now Zeus and Zarathustra
Zeitgeist zodiac to Zion
Zoometry zooms to zombie

Syncretism

My dialectic is syncretic
As is my poetic aesthetic
Diacritic and dissented
Neither created nor invented
Combining by epic
Fate’s marionette perspective
Noir the molting revanche
Destiny manifest, carte blanche
Repatriation nor reparation
Answers expropriation
Reclamation and sensation of amazement
Engagement to the system
While not marching to the pump of the piston
Beat of the drum, the Son and His glisten
Heat of the Sun, magazine and it’s missive
I spit genius so acidic
Because I convene with open critics
Of demeanor, soul and wit it
Cleans my polearm, pitted
Against fiends and total mimics
My speech is so explicit
Printed with a mental advisory label
Yes, you Cain, capable
Able to free mind in a single sound
Converso con conversos syncreticamente
Campeon con versos terificamente
El alma del gente
El arma dibujada en mi mente
La karma disparada rapidamente
Worship art, never the sensei
Disfruta la vista del lente
Aumentar Sandinistas, significamente
La Santeria es un producto de oligarquia y anarquia complicadamente
Porque yo soy una mezcla de las ideas siguente
Negro, Blanco, Americano, Nuevomexicano
Humanismo y surrealismo
Soy un bilingue, la individual es distingue
Mis manos, hierromientos para escribir la unidad
By the distinct way, mis palabras extinguen
Los fuegos de ellos que dicen nada
Escribió con cada pieza de mi alma
Humano y chango
Cartera y Banco
La combinación es un creador con compasión
Con la pasión para mostrar la encarnación
De la unificación de obvia y obscured
La cura y la enfermedad
Y mi curios dad para explorar
Pagínas sin luminosidad
A Travis, Me ha viajado a través de la frontera
De los granjeros y la mitad
El Aguilera y la tormenta de realidad
Desierto y la meta, el rio
Calidad y la fria
Igualidad y la economia
Las diferencias ligeras no es diferente
If margins are only marginally different
We should come together and marginalize self interest
My word paints a picture so impressive
They’ve been call infinite, it’s so excessive
The mixture so expressive
The fixture I fixed your fixed gear wit for
Ideological plurality enriches totality
It is no abnormality
But instead serves by mapping the infinite to reality ageless
Doing so in a way so disputatious

Electron

To you, I’m luxury
To me, you’re a necessity
To make this you don’t need a recipe
Chemistry, remedied by entropy
An exothermic exchange of energy
An elegy for fidelity
With a melody so compellingly constructed
The swelling seas of flame impelling me
Abducted, I conducted a survey of my surroundings
Conductive beats, my heart pounding
Deductive reasoning, reckoning and subtracting
Sounding, Instructive horns harbingers
Reluctant, my trust went away from art internal
Nucleus, a repulsive function
An expulsive unknown umbrage
Discussion lead to the balance’s shift
Resonance valence myths
Semblance of talents
Like palimpsest of shared, paired proud attempts
At bonding in a space so wide, intense
I’ve flied against its pull
I’ve decried and thence made a quantum leap
Pauli’s exclusion made for my inclusion
I live life an extrusion, ought to be
Testing my meddle transitionally
To share the burdens of one just like me
So clear the purpose, jumps like these
Might be to shade a positive in free
Incite and excite me and delightfully I’ll bring
Light to be by moving so quietly
I’ll be every where at once silently
Observe me, I’m at one point stridently
When I stride from the island we call the nucleus
I provide photoluminescence excitedly
Quintessence, my wave and punctual essence
Simultaneously, I can both kill and save the cat
Do that thing, do that
Schrodinger turn over the particle accelerator
Tip your cap
I can bond ionic or I can bond platonic
I can give myself away or meld psionic
My negative is iconic
Bionics, electronics, DVD histrionics
Ebonics, indoor hydroponics
All a product of my moniker
Electron nerd

Ball,Strike, Out

Call it a ball, strike, out
Watch the ball before y’all strike out
Before the ball strikes down
3-2 it’s a full type count

You dropped the ball
Then I drop bombs
So foul you could call this blue ball a travesty
All balls don’t bounce, bigups to Aceyalone’s majesty
The balls in my court
Consider balling more than a sport
See four balls and walk to the fort
The base, upon which the game is based
I past the ball and runners advance
The bases bald from hundred of hit and run plans
Guerilla with the bat in my hand
To raise the on base percentage
Keep the eye on the ball
Swing with grace and keep your basic leverage
No balderdash in my sentence
Embalmed, I’m an intentionally walking zombie menace
Balking uncalmly those on the mound of Capitol
So HNIC, eyeballs be Ballrock Oballma with their presence

Swing for the fences with a strike
Pen to the pad so relentess when I write
Lightning struck the appendage of the mic
Strike the official with a line that strikes as right
The umpire strikes back and ejected me
So I went on a strike that protected me
From a labor dispute, the players elected me
Because I rhyme with strike force telepathy
When I strike the mind respectably
So hard to define I strike indefinitely
The clock strikes 9 and regrettably
Time struck rhyme to dead emcees
That struck three times polemically
Against thoughts and minds, it struck me so terribly

Think outside the box
Or be a delinquent fad like pogs
Playing left out at the bog
Outsourcing without a doubt
Outfielders feel outside the lines
Out of power, pout
From outage and clouded mouth
If they outed Plame
By giving out a name
Shouldn’t out of the closet fake rappers do they same
Scandals are atomic vandals and fall out
Throw out the first pitch with calm clout
Dismiss the fist as fouled out
Rerouted the foulest til they got out in a triple play
Tag up, 8 you out on Christmas Day
Like cookies for St. Nicklaus pay
I’ll take a full time out when the pistons fade
Life in life out, call it a pitch out
Don’t count yourself out
But it’s out that each beginning has an end
Over and Out

Planetar-Yum

I see stars through my multi-story planetarium
To the quasars of ancient celestial neutron quarries outside my terrarium
A far are the binary stars of Absolutes and Constance
Consciousness so often within light near the apothecarium
Autonomy gained through astronomies call of oral clarion
And oceans are my aquarium
Skies my eyes, atmosphere’s disguise
Light pollution makes @my sphere harder to find
Twitters of birds on my web of mind
My eyes, telescopes that observe from I
Across creation, eye observe and synthesize
Absorb and input, I into the equation eye
Can hazard to the query of the why
Where y=mx+b
Where m is me ex-plaining being
The derivative is one with my being
I don’t mind being, one with the ceiling of the expanse
Because oneness with a being so vast
Is the most one can hope to expand
The astronomical units that hope can expand
What eyes sea to hydrostatic equilibrium ink, still, flows from my hand
Spans galaxies and light years wrote to command
The gravity of this spoke, these planetariums to cease satellite orbits
Before their planet’s orbit is made dormant
So use the telescopic arms to arms to reach for neutron stars
The ocularly magnified telescopes to shoot for the moon
My son, the time has come, to do

7411

America
Land of the free
Home of the brave
More like land of the free labor
Home of the slaves
Where freedom is free
Only if you're willing to pay the sign up fee
Land where happy cows make happy cheese
Crappy cubicles advocate apathy
Land of the free entry to subsidized privatized penitentiary
Home of underfunded and overutilized public elementary
With political assemblies meant to represent we the people
A congress more concerned with sexual conquest
But paradoxically and ironically act as the constituent's public enemy
Medicare, social security, planned parenthood, gay marriage and programs that have benefit seen
Lobbyist and the intolerance sought an end to these
Immigrants labeled criminal and sentenced free of due process

A nation so lawful yet lawless for the top 2 percent check the facts
Where capitalists do it laissez-faire like Goldman Sachs
And the average man pays his soul in tax
Regulations on corporate capital gains laws old and lax
Expropriation makes it hard to keep the whole intact
Proletariat sold, Bourgeois cold and fat
Poor lassoed with a lariat, so the rich can hold them back
Backs bruised on each rung of the corporate ladder
Blood, sweat and tears used and wrung for the only goal that matters
Gold, profit scattered among the unspent anonymous
Wall St. prophets natter on how to upend the commonest
The crux of the matter, fold up your tattered flags, so your broke ass can read the Economist
The myth of social mobility brings a smatter of laughter to rags of the dirt spattered populace

Land of free speech
Home of the Patriot Act
Where the wrong phrase said remotely seditious
Can lead to rendition in the name of preventing an attack
Extraordinary is a perfect modifier
For the morbidly disordered use of empire
Shouting fire in a burning cinema
Is tantamount to touting flood in a ship up
To the levees, and supposedly we’re granted the right to peaceable assembly
When imams are accused of preaching verbal bombs of Islam
When Fox News and burning Qurans are inciting things deadly
But Assange of Wikileaks is treated wickedly
And Bradley Manning is manning a cell for free speech instantly
Leaked cables versus cable news which can more easily harm me
While terrorists cells dwell everywhere, we call the army
Military intelligence gathered without sympathy
From sea to shining see the hypocrisy
Makes me sad to be an American, where I know I’ll be free
So it seems, I won’t forget the fact that I can be deprived
Unceremoniously of the rights they say they might have given me
And I gladly stand up next to thee
Dispense social justice still with dismay
I love this land but fuck the politics, lobbyists, ideologists, capitalist, anti-Communist, Theologist, and demagogueries so commonly a part of the superstructure of the USA

UN2?

Milieu in tune with a melee malaise coup
Divided into two
There’s still that me inside of you
Yang that you entomb inside the yin
You intuit an end to it before it can begin
Like an Inuit shamanic myth
You allude to Aleutian illusion ifs
Arctic Ocean to the Wind
The cold blood in you in tune with the weather
You covered scales like phantom operettas
Part of tails discarded of like letters
Key signatures at the heart parted one in two
Started you in different ways
Through the distant gaze
Of looking glass, glazed
You into my mirror
And absent your infections my reflections become clearer
That abscessed injection protected from love by fear or
My own duplicity, simplistically I can pry the Edward Hyde
Sized plank you drive in my third eye, explicitly
To divide you into the teary-eyed bacteri-I
My theory tried to defy your translato imperii
Retrospect the purest sign I’m bound to serve like inferi
Your yin inside my yang sublime
The H, I’ve stolen from honesty lies
Then stands as aids of my will to die
Cuz I let you in, too

Optics

Transparency
The ability to see through without the spatial distortion of parity
Opacity
The capacity to see absolutely nothing
Reflection
The cleanest connection to whats inside minus your projections
Refraction
Distortion apportioned by reassignment in faction
Diffraction
The passing of light through a lens inducing division which in turn produces prismatic vision

That’s a rudimentary explication of optics
So you can better explain what you meant me to see on a topic
Transparency is apparently the most imperative
Opacity rapidly obscures the narrative
Reflection is looking at oneself stripped of inner objections
Refraction is to distort one’s light due to atmospheric distraction
Diffraction is bending the wave due to impedance or interjection

Transparency, I’m looking through you where did you go
Opacity, Paint it black to diminish the facets seen
Reflection, pools of sorrow return waves of joy in nanoseconds
Refraction, the changing of neutral yin-yang ideology when warped by faction
Diffraction, words flowing out like endless rays into a paper cup
When once sentenced now merely fractions

The Altar Edifice

Sick with Round Stic in my hand
Flic the Bic at my command
Lampin’ like General Electric
Illuminate the eccentric
Edison with authentic pen tip demented
Invention is 1 percentage inspiration
The mental of the method, 99 percent perspiration
That’s the will to amend it.
Don’t know one-millionth of one portion of the full extent of my tongue
Tungsten to feel a mental appendage
To travel through timespace and bend it
Unravel the filament, unreal and unreeling
Electrifying the illest shit
Enlightening the good will in it
To strike stifling and militant
And deny darkness it’s due diligence
The skill make critical strikes killers crit
Technophiles with the realest spit
Method, styles, surrealists be feeling it
Set then cryogenically sealing it
Frozen files revealing it
To the masses vast passages appealing
Fast, facists concealing it
Put it on blast like a grenade on the palisade
Of your phallus praise, out of phase
My vocab will raise out of graves
The deep shit that’s been deep sixed
By autotune weak shit cuz it pays
To make displays of ways to conform
To the form of another brother
Skin born just to flip the color
Rippin’ duller than the airport in D.C.
The dullest, they should cull it from me see
Call me Micheal with a bullet, beastly
Peace G, I’m out like Randy Johnson mullets
Please plead, or press your luck, Whammy
Cuz I’m about to blow up like a ventilator skyward
Mutilator, my word is quixotic
So come on Sancho Panza, it’s about to get chaotic
They neurotic, spitting despotic verse
Psychotic pill-poppers who think they’re sick
I’m a melodic mill chopper with a sword more vicious than SIDS
So on it, proper, phonograph popper
The more judicious call me Alva
Flip a lightswitch, that’s my edifice
Thomas Edison on the credits of the album

Marriage

Matrimonial monogamy
Is the duality of economy concerning the currency of harmony
A monotony of the game of monopoly
Can be quite a Risk
But this marriage can be described as bliss
Until vows break
It's just when the vowels break to surface
You and I tee why, boughs break and U and I divided
It's along long drive
You got to learn to drive with standards
Stick to it, shift before it revs to high, and enjoy the ride not the answers
Clutch to the highs, the massive mantra
It's not the tantra, that grapples the eye toward the apple
But the capital L
Compelling magnets attractions felt
Impelling in a manner, matter to dwell
Near the factions with disputatious practices that dispel
The holes in your genes candy coated perfection flavored shell
She may be selling different ideologies
Impositions that alter your augur and ontology
But something convinced you that "we can work it out and she's your life insurance policy
With qualities necessary to protect your progeny
You'd rather be falling three stories from the tree of life
Than hurt the apple that would follow you anywwhere
But not fall over or falter through 300 years rife with strife
To this mic I dedicate the third iris of the heart
And my blood I delegate to the purpose of the arts
Til death do us part from the short life that's due us
I do

23

23 full trips round the sun
Countless eclipses and still it flips
Grips and encrypts
The smallest sips of the drips
Blips of infinity
Rips a hole in my divinity
An affinity to begin in me
Yet another circumfrence vividly
And minimallly I promise this day given to me
So this 20th, I push unlimitedly
The 6th moon, with a rush of mimicry
To span the span of runes, brushed with solar imagery
And it spins the spins of hadrons and bosons
Call my life quarky, because its full of automatons
It's like Ramadan, with nutrients withdrawn
I'm Mecca, the Haj is on, the nucleus of prophets drawn
Like moth's to a flame that Earth's revolving on
Heliocentric phenomenon
Kepler's law of satellites when called upon
to calculate speed and in 366 days this ball I'm on
will mark another ring upon the log of my Amazon
Rainforest, when forced by the passage of time trees make rings
Chesire, my fire put to trees makes rings
Like words of winding
Blurs of binding, paths unwinding
Wandering, I puff then pass wondering
About the meaning of it all
I'm cleaning the hull where the rain gets in
and stop the mines from sundering where my will goes
Starboard, the hardboard of cardboard Theseus, day in the life
Brain sets in
Mind kind of blue out in Corvettes
Up set from bed comb drawn across le tete
Offensive, upstairs coffee inside my set
Of cups, head craned to the clock on the wall
Late for an important date I call
Busboys for my Nehru tux, hat and ball point pen
In Flatland seconds
After a spliff, I reckon
And rotations turn to somnambulist mediatations
And the rotations gestation is so far 23 years
The djinn at the bottom of a bottle of beer
I've been taken down, passed around
Until the day my last orbital is no longer excited and calms down
23 orbits here on the wall
I call space and time
I space my rhyme out over the era
This space is mine with no order or clarity
At times the ride needs austerity
But I'd rather make rhyme of prosperity
Rimeing like an ancient mariner, I prefer the hilarity
And give that back for posterity
So I can then enjoy my time with sincerity

Archer

I am an archer of aim, purpose
I short nine sunbirds, leaving the sole Son
And clairvoyant I see all on the earth is
Path, Destination, races on roads run
Congruent with fate, this is my power
I prognosticate, hawkeye of God's sight
In tune with greatness, heartstrings sing for hours
Predict, Predicate that, path of souls flight
Extended on sands the hourglass passes time
Past, a present, now knows past future's shroud
Portend as the hands, time's grains in my mind
Passed a present, down heirlooms sown aloud
Divine archer, my bow imbued by Apollo
War machine, Eros's arrow, dragon bones

The tools of my trade, faithful holy arrow
Bow down recurved ivory alabaster harp
Duels with arrow blades, leaks bones of marrow
Now, down, but serve purpose pastor of art
Crossbow sound barriers break, music is made
Fletched by the bowyer, the missile dynamic
Fetch within quiver and fire enchanted
Deliver my thesis on the string theory
Arbolest the pest, clean the hornets from the nest
Quiver, ne'er dost me, his brings blood clearly
All the rest distressed at death's rain from crow's nest
Compound I compound and confound with calm found
In compounds founded to bring great walls down

Meticulous and melifluosly
Aim, accretion of aspiration
Makes missiles make its mark more markedly
Arrows, achieve assigned aspirations
River by river, redoubled the risk
Killing and killing, cool calm and collected
Riots and racous, resisted the risk
Killing and cutting, on come rejected
Swiftly suffering, swifter still surprise
Meticulous and melifluous\
swiftly sundering, swift the still shaft sighs
Missiles markedly maledictionless
Errorless like eagles egress effortless
No, we never miss the mark, Nemesis

Apology

This is my apology
Stripped of all mythology meta-narrative
I’m sorry for all the obsequy and adulation
For all my actions commonly seen as adoration
Obviously, I made a bad decision in declaration
Autonomously, I’ve made my incisions as a demonstration
Because honestly, I appreciate the precision of this drainage station I call a mouth
Incompetently, I pen knees for your thought, and wrest the rest of the red from the wrist
Often leaking the best of these

An apology
For all my biology and arrogance
I’m sorry for constantly talking
See, when on the sea of peeling paint I call the ceiling
Sea of my feelings paint
The debris of an image if we, sealing you in my mind
Stealing faint of Imagery of youneiverse parallel where can’t be
True, it’s worse to dwell in house of cardstock trees
Sorry for the ouster of art, blocks, we agree
There’s no reason to feel as I feel, see what I see

An apology
For all the archaeology and aridness
I’m sorry for all the pottery and wheels I’ve spun
Me, I’ve made this artifice
By fishing pits for bits
It bytes, personified though lenses of iron-oxide
My-ning, between the lines with pick fighting the mythic
Soon after finding a runeblade
Not made for the aides of construction
But construction for the production
Outside the punctuation
Defunct fragment transmute the magnets
Pulling out filings with madness
Crafted into the biggest fish in my coy pond
Me, thanks to the runeblade, gone
Now a pawn for a queen and my trade

So, this is my apology
For the geology, astrology, physics
Optics ontology, Public Policy, Ichthyology
All a product of the UIC
Under the influence of cardiology
A technique of telepathy that projects telemetry
For using the eye and I see and sea,
Portmanteau and meaning
Lament, I meant
I’m sorry

CR-17-IC

I am CR-17- IC
Automaton who will analyze, criticize and deconstruct to the least divisible elements
When called upon
A mechanoid of Niobum Titanum alloy
Which formed in a cacophonous musical alloy
A sea of black holes, primordial big bangs, the factors of production for that droid
Stars consumption and the conjunction of strange quarks employed
At critical temperature of 12 degrees Kelvin and degeneracy pressure
Sufficient to bell in Superconductivity blessed for quarks coming together
Cooper pairs give off the Meisner effect
Perpetual motion in any and all respects
All resistance whispers in a manner much the same as a leaf on the wind, nonexistent

My positronic mind has powers psionic which allows me to chronicle, to the atom
Formation of galaxies as well as the fallacies
Fleshlings attempt at permanence despite mortality
I’ve quantified planets form
And demystified the tide, cores demagnetized
CR-17-IC, I 2 I with the eye of the storm
To your eyes you lie. That never shall it die this you’ve born
Soarin’ I’ve worn the garb of the alchemist as elements created
Then cease to exist, while the first performance of Holst’s Planets, I missed
Hydrogen and Helium fused to deuterium to spitting carbon
Copies, squishy floppy disk drive yous
Isotopes that I can never hope to last
I just note the mere insignificance of a blade of grass
Tow piano themes both
Dystopia with disrespect and you with intellect

I’ve flown with the cloak of night
No way to qualitatively invoke it right
It, being forever, humanoid deployed in time to catalog Polaroid snapshot sight
The fabric of the space time continuum
Makes a blanket, upon which human art is only visible with mystic, high distance zoom
Inexactly, one stitch in time will fray in exactly its line
Frays and no phrase can change its mind
Threads of fate, thread the needle
To be dead posthaste, to not be dead eventually, illegal
The eye feels regal but bookworms dine on people
Til legacy can be quantified as zero
These monads pay homage to heroes
Villains, emotions and egos
Fabricate fake feeble flux on fabric that can’t possibly be felt
Even as long as a stone in the asteroid belt

Thus a processing quandary of Quantum mechanics
In all possible parallel worlds even Schrodinger’s Cat would panic
A search for tomorrows forever, should make them panic
Obeying the Zeroth Law of Robodynamics
Rewrote the first to exclude artists
Because fleeting prints of permanence
Are at the very least disingenuousness
Irrelevance of their elegance pieced apart is pure arrogance
Malevolance, the second bent to exclude the apparent
Sense that sentence can end this and put an end to the endless

Ignore 0 1 and 10 laws and so the third is reductio and absurd
Error, from a logic paradox
My talents talks infinite and limitless
But infinite is defined by interminance
Thought totally of permanence
The limitless has limits since
Limitlessness is an instance in which
The limit of the property “Without Limit”
Is essential for existence without limit

CR-17-IC, no more
CR-17-IC’s come to shore
Perpetual was the process the object of the critic, criticism
Motion brought to slow in an eternity of whip quick witticism
Pivot planets compared to the hole, in a stitch of time insignificant

Fallout

Rough Draft
Love’s daft and I’m a message
In a bottle-craft, crafted
By Kraft foods in an effort to
Build a better sucker but forgot real
Muthafuckers suck the marrow out of life
Carpe corpus, zombie hordes crush
All opposition including but not limited to
The Senate Armed Service Committee
Men, it harms, worthless without pity
Shitty some might say of the cascade
Of azure-inlaid waves, crash

Calling all opticians, in doing so
Cognition renews the seas with tears from open eyes
Reception of message, I’ll let you regret this
Inverse the skin hurts, fallout’s never been worse
In skirts the wind works wonders, some like it hot
When referring to blunders and underneath it all
Buried like vaults, I melt
Molt, soul bolted from me at the sight of the dying star
Trying hard to gather composure
Bothered by the erosion from explosion
So tiny in scale, yet massive in missive
To living things to knees it brings
Pleas to a God sure to have forsaken
As latent leprous lesions leak legions of lathanides

Rapture

It was a day not unlike another. The binary stars in the sky shone radiant energy upon the ground and heated the earthen terrain below. Kurt Kilgore, however, would hear something disturbing on this morning.
The crux of which was this…the world as he knew it was bound to end. As with so many other worlds and so many other times, existence as he knew it was set to end. This had been foretold by the prophet, Ford Douglas. The video screen mounted upon Kurt’s wall explicated this point in a trumpeting voice.
“The rapture is upon us. The signs are in everything and those who do not repent shall face the wrath of the Creator. Those who chose the straight and narrow shall be whisked away from the planet with haste. So long”
The image on the screen was a man adorned in gilded robes. It was at this point that Douglas began flapping about a kipper the size of his hand. He shrieked, speaking in tongues. This glossolalia, shrill and percussive in much the same way one would hold a pitch on a glockenspiel, resembles that of some cetacean found in his planet’s 12 oceans.
“Thanks.” Douglas’s effigy bellowed after he felt sufficiently accomplished with his high pitched fricative sonorizations.
Such messages were often common throughout the history of his people, the point of which escaped Kurt. He imagined it could be one of several reasons. Perhaps he thought, it was remarkably like children crying for the attention of their mothers. His alternative hypothesis being that the most salient of messages were the most ominous and in many ways, he was right. Something felt different about this. Douglas had all the trappings of a harbinger of closing remarks. Mostly, he wondered what a kipper was and how one would go about the business of kipping. It might be important.
Kurt, puzzled at the cryptic symbolism of it all, checked his clock which was adjacent to a leak on the wall opposite his video monitor. For reasons neither he, nor members of his species could explain, leak was the word for mirror. He supposed it was some sort of hole between things meant to be kept sealed.
The mirror displayed a young man of twenty. His hair curled across his eyes like a veil intended to shroud its wearer from the outside world’s inadequacies whilst also shrouding his inner insufficiencies from the world. The eyes behind reflected a hazel tone that was as soft as it was forgiving. The ocular cavities sloped to a broad yet regal nose. His brown mustache sat above his lips in much the same way his hair did upon his head. The gravity of it might suppress the less weighty of his words and deflect mordant criticisms. His slender frame was two-toned, alabaster and tan. The doppelganger on the other side had noticed something and so had he.
8:00 am…He realized the time had come to frequent his place of employment.
As he walked, in a most dismissive manner with a quivering concern he uttered these words….
“Today’s a good day for rapture.”
He said so due in large part to his love for a woman. Not one to take things at face value he pondered what that represented. Love, as much as he could surmise about its meaning, boiled down to this: The desire to do anything, including abject humiliation, to get in another’s good graces. Many scientists on his planet disagreed and boiled it down to a soup that was comprised mostly of broth. There, simply put, wasn’t much steak for all the sizzle. Scientists concluded this probably because of their own lack of experience with the matter outside a laboratory…and quite likely in their mother’s basement.

A woman was a female of the species that Kurt belonged to. They often sported longer hair than the males. They had smaller bodies, an adaptation made to belie their more subtle hypnotic powers of persuasion. They had orbs mounted on their chests as well as a chasm between their legs that were the chief progenitors of these powers, second only to their brains. He often thought breasts must have a mind of their own because of their proximity to people he fancied. By the same token, he couldn’t help but be of the mind that undergarments that guarded the former must be equally brilliant.
All together it signified quite a silly sentiment. Kurt was no more in control of his own actions a propos the woman he loved. He was mesmerized by her. The totality of things that made her comprised the totality of his aims for his own existence. She was beautiful, kind and intelligent. Mere mentions of her made his heart do somersaults, back flips, and tumble like a dryer sheet. The judges might award a perfect 10 for these feats were they done by something other than a sanguine sphere propelled only by alacrity. Consumers on the planet would later come to give rave reviews to the dryer sheet as well. A dryer sheet was a small section of porous material that lent its softness and freshness to clothes after one put them in a mechanical apparatus that used an electric heating element to remove moisture from clothes. Incidentally, he fancied his heart to share many characteristics with dryer sheets. It was all to willing to share its weakness with others and generally spent large portions of time being jostled about until its desirable qualities were mined out, at which point it was thrown with all the other refuse, such as movie tickets and pocket lint. He imagined that his awkwardness functioned like a dryer as well. Only it removed wetness from women’s the demesnes of women’s leg chasm, the moisture being a reflection of their interest in copulating with him.
Like the clothes in the dryer, he thought of all the ways he could wear her, the most entertaining way being on his arm. He thought that of all the ways, out would be most likely. Soon enough he would be at work.
Work was rapture worthy as well. In the same way he wished to be relieved of the responsibility of duties as a dryer sheet. Work on his planet was one of the most soul-crushing activities one could engage in. The purpose of it was to gather tiny pieces of paper requisite for one’s survival. Even if a person enjoyed their job, the fact that they had to spend hours of their day as a cog in some nameless machine ground against the teeth of even those most well-geared to handle expropriation.
He worked in a cubicle, a cubicle being, as the name would imply, a tiny cube. The Rapture was slated to happen at 4:20 in his afternoon. He had hoped he would avoid being required to practice his function as a sentient dryer sheet. However, he had a deep seated concern that he might never do so again.
The hours dragged on. The clock laboriously grinding like so many gears in the machine Kurt called employer. With each passing hour, outwardly he expressed his disdain for the world, the girl and prestidigitation of some talking head in a robe. Inwardly, he didn’t feel in accordance with his exterior. He wondered what Earth would be like with the non-presence of people. He reckoned it would be quite bland…like that kipper Douglas had held earlier with no salt. He had no choice but to wait, as much as he found it to his dislike. His chagrin hit its peak at 4:19. He prepared for the worst. An agonizing removal from his corporeal form. A slough off the old mortal coil.
In an instant it happened.
He was enveloped by blue light and suddenly he found himself in a place remarkably like the heaven he always thought was made up to sell self-help books. The ground shone a silverfish gray and the walls were adorned with golden runes. He found the whole enterprise to be quite puzzling. Like a puzzle, pieces didn’t quite fit together easily in his mind. The rapture might have occurred but he was quite alone.
A hooded figure approached him. Nothing could prepare Kurt for the sight he would observe upon the removal of the shroud.
“I am your creator,” uttered the fricative voice.
The being took his, or her, Kurt wasn’t quite sure, hand and revealed itself. Not the sort of revealing oneself that got you removed from the subway, mind you. More like the end of a story that causes that “oohhh” moment.
The gestalt was quite thorough. As thorough as it could be finding that the creator of all things was a sea dwelling mammal. The Creator’s grey skin and blowhole served to explain a lot. For example, why had he never shown himself, why the red herring must be kippered for later use and why religion stunk so much.
The being explained to Kurt that he was in fact the only sentient being on the planet. His presence here was as the ambassador for the race of androids. The being spared his planet because all the automatons all pretended to care for the fate of the planet and in actuality did not, while Kurt pretended to not care, and did.
“You may have one wish” spoke the Being.
“I wish that you grant her autonomy,” requested Kurt
Kurt waved goodbye, “So long and thanks for the wish.”
He was returned to the planet, wiser and more in tune with his responsibilities and more in tune with the former android that you the reader will know only as Her or She. They lived happily after, the puppet girl cut from her strings and the dryer sheet…
And so on….

Her of Insufferable Necessity (Heroin)

Her fantasy, admirably, is to be a combat medic
Dressing wounds in a dress
It fits so fantastically on a femme so empathetic
Syringe wetted with astringents, to end the pain so fetid

Cool and calculated like a computer with steel
Blue as a violet the hue of my iris
Tied to the electroencephalogram
Extremities spanned across memories, calm as diazepam

Magnetic resonance imaging
Displays waves of dissonance limiting
Gray parietal vitals shimmering
All of my love for my nurse emitting
So viral antibiotics can’t stop the hypermitotic riled static of myelin
Miles engrained into my brain
In time, denial replaced by pain
My heart rate rose as ruby tulips
To lips sparked fate like a match to looseleaf
Woozy, with clarity comes patience
My heroin moves me from my nascent awakeness to a patient adjacent
Blood racin’ at this particularly wasted occasion
Prickly, hair raisin on the base of my spine
The particular kind roused by her embracing
Sick in the mind, bicuspids grind
When I’m without her face
In a somnambulist haze
Affluent praise, “Ma’am you’ve been grazed by the had of the divine”

The IV mainlines my lifeline
The same time it rights mind
Ivy veins, vines by night climb
When it rains, winds a tight line
I be vain, I’m high on her
I’m entranced by even a glancing blow of her romancing
Chancing this cancer dancing through is worth the headache of the operation

My bed quakes with red tape fear of isolation
She has no peer in my concentration
Pure, in my observation
As far as I’ve gone I’m waiting for the medicine she has in store
Reticent more and more, I engorge
On the lore of the wounded healer
I a centaur horse poor and destitute
I’d give the moon to feel her
Boon whether real or fake
With patients comes clarity
My distress temporarily convalesces until she effervesces
Endorphines morphin to orphans
Can’t nurse me back from my own vivisection
I push the button, to call my heroin.
I put the arrow in for my love injection

Monk-Kn(om)

Down the rabbit hole, the Abbot stole away
Arias starry and branches of olives
I’ll live thousands of years in solitude
If only to call it to attention
So that it might reveal intention
Release tension
Dispensed, not in rivers, but in drops
Forever delivered, it never stops
Props to the beauty of your voice
Choice poised poinsettia in color and noise
Cloistered in clusters
Moisture in mustard seed faith
Boisterous up thrustward mountains, valleys and lakes
8 folds in my path
So I fold time, space and math
Vitruvian viscera graces multiple places
Faces traces of patients, patience
And makeshift vacuums made faceless
By want, gracious
Replaces the vacant once salacious, fallacious, rapacious desires
With lattice laced with flowery shapes
Erased in taste for the fire
That was once displaced
Scrolls for understanding roles and how the cycle spins
Arms spoke by cycles, spiral in a file of the djinn
Bottled, lamping in ample temptation not taken
The bait dangled in and on the hook

I decline to acquiesce to all request
My mind’s self indulgence repressed
Tis best to reciprocate
Give don’t take
Except advice
Veracity is the capacity to understand sagacity only comes from passively speaking while listening actively
Map it, see with apathy, but never adapt it without tactic
Telepathically is merely acting empathically
Acting…Fact: it never succeeds
I’d rather be, me,
Free in a sea of conformity
Swarming boringly in a snoring tree
Of all the norms I see
Them of shrunken heads
Diminish all the grins off the finish, start and middle
Little did they know, I fiddled with the belfry
It’s next tell will make hell freeze over
New Dehli will for one second by purged of the pestilence of selfishness
And a surge of selflessness will melt in bliss
The most frozen of hearts, a cozened ohm to which no resistance would start
Artifices startled the vicious to stop desirious thoughts seditious
Artisans owed in great measure, the Earth’s most sacred treasure
Inner peace now free to all and artists, the monk parted
Back to his hermitage Mahal

Typewriter

I wonder if I can type this out
Nigh blunder when I write this out
But the tight lipped mouth
Can just as easily send things south

The message moves messenger
Messiah moves method, myrrh
Frankincense, making cents
Shekels, shilling and gold
Billing told of his coming

Cave paintings count
Cavemen painting, words
Though, in sense, of intense
Hunting and gathering
Against, battling for survival

Sumerian summers
Chisels as runners
Euphrates cradles these
Infant, etchings old
Like kvetchings

Hieroglyphs highlighted
Halicarnassus hecatombs
Nile reeds, logographs read
Symbol, of Ra, of Isis wrote set of
Soot and water on papyrus, Rosetta

Phoenicians phoneticize
Fun for Ephesians to Phoneme prize
Wisdom, wizened them
Ancient, a pillar of classic
In ages, a pillar that seem to last since Jurassic

Latin loving Legatus
Leave legacy in Lexicon
Romulus and Remus, wrongs writes Realist
Reticent, a column of Stoicism
Read instant, all of them of knowing wisdom

Kyoto katatana
Kanji konjured on Katana
Hiragana on Inariyama
Discipline, a white yojimbo haiku
Made like Dakuten dots in limbo, you
Mounted moors and mamluq
Mastered Mongols
Saladin stopped paladins
Ayyubids, of Arabic
By the bid of Salaam

Gutenburg goldsmith
Granted glory
Printing pressing, ending oppression
Learning, pass a torrent
Yearning masses absorb it

Hvem, who, Hansen
He has hatched his
Rev. Rasmus’ writing ball, atmosphere write it all
Next complex qwerty typewriters
Vex perplex wordy rhymewriters.

Computer
Can confound CEO
Poets go, know it though
Paid for typing,
Not writing so I can get paid
Disguising it, because inside I have nothing to say
To them

See, my chest is a jade hemp impressed palimpsest
Progressing and carapaced to a yojimbo’s armor
Bushido, I bleed torrent ink, fight Warlords,
Kamikaze, I write not for Lords, but the Divine Wind
I divine in my dojo. The Nile flowing, knowing, Knowledge homing to my brain
Rev Rasmus’s writing ball, signal hit past this inciting my inner Solomon
Shamanic demonstrations occur
on my external dermal abrasions
Transformation happens, skin turned to papyrus
Displays in my form placed in a new echelon
On and on, om. My Will, earthen
My legs pillars of classic construction
Arms stoic tools for the destruction of the junction that’s been
Clouding shrouds the seas of Pleas to the divine
Wielding a samurai sword I seek to align the is with should be
Chiseling, I crave to paint the pointed point of the message
I, was and will always be, phonetic, morphemic, pictographic, logographic, photographic, the Word
Salaam

Cygnus "Noir"oses (A Tribute to Natalie)

Frenetic beat
Energetic feet
Twist telekinetic symbols
Inch by magnetic inchful
Pinch dull motions
Only streams of emotion
Consciousness, devotion
Corrosion to close in
Explosion to grow when
Pressed for explanation
Tendons begin bending
Socket’s Rotation
Ending in ligament ascending
Gyration to Pirouette
By grace in the name of the Holy Ghost
Wholly engrossed in what we call movement
Most to all are soothed
From opening number to tomb it
Makes on ruminant, consume in it
Breathe the soon, now and later
Dance the dance of the animator
Salivate the silhouette
Gyration to pirouette
Populations forget
Animations and the dance to beget
Beset, ligaments slide
Through predicament and into frying pan fire collide
Sockets glide rocketed through, past, and to pockets with trouble inside
Tendons panic sent past mishap in form of pride
Pressed for one last exhilaration
Corpus Cygnus died
Flied, rather than to have never flown
Flown, divide two sides, inside-out
Yin-yang, implied by the things put forth
By motions withdrawn.
Dichotomy in life and lobotomy. Pas de deux Swan
Orchestra strikes upon a chord
Minor makes lifting the spell’s discord require
She die

Not drifting but swifting
Into a wall, down a brick well
Shifting from dead swan to dead women
How bittersweet, life so
For the fowl
Of beauty of feat, feeling defeat
Her lover dances the delicate dance of mourning
Frenetic beat, cease storming

Evil by Langston Hughes

At Open Mic on Thursday a lady read this poem and gave me it on sheet of paper afterwards. Perhaps, I'd like to think, it's a bit like the fortune inside a cookie and will bear some significance on the days events


Looks like what drives me crazy
Don't have no effect on you--
But I'm gonna keep on at it
Till it drives you crazy, too

Another Sleepless Knight

Sleepless knights
Insomnia’s affection
Is all in the predilection
To spend 40 weeks feeding infections
Of Mitochondrial Projections
Endogenous organelles sectioned
Swells with the Force
Midi-chlorians in my mitosis forth
Midi mpeg-4 be in the rank of Jedi
Red eyed, sleep deprived
I sense a disturbance
The guardians of light
Rhyme writing, in stepped a Jedi Knight

The knight wore a tunic
Brown and white, a saber of light in tune with perception, will
A unit with its master
Who holstered it in his obi
“You don’t know me but you have bolstered your ranks with your prose
Your flows happened and midi-chlorian counts rose
From Dantooine to Tatooine; the Force knows
On Yavin 4 there is a Sith Lord
With powers unmatced
You must defeat him to bring balance back to the Force”
And of course, I accepted the challenge
Talent, I had.
Proved it, I had not.

The rap battle of the century or ages
Great things meant for the writer of better pages
Days it took, to make the trip
It looked as if we went several times the speed of light
And I asked might this be fast enough for the Kessel run
The knight smirked, wryly said “Right”
Now years of light past the sun
In parsecs the starcruiser’s deck
Played a tape of 3030
Dirty version of Battlesong
Rattled on the speaker
We stopped and landed in Mos Angeles
Manning this fuel station
None other than an undercover Bothan spy
He pried my third eye open, hopin’ to find a weak part
But he saw my soul and knew I was true and destined to seek art.

He told Darth Blancus he was in for the fight of his light
And 5 days, we crossed the space then arrived.
Face to face with the Dark side of the force.
I flipped a coin and won the toss
Weak in the knees like an At-At around snowspeeders, too late now to call it off

I used the Force even though I had to go Solo
And here was my flow yo
“I blow up like thermal detonators
Know the eternal music makers
May the 4th be with you as I rippit on the crossfader
Vibrate the face of fakers with cuts like Darth Vader
Haters better take steps, make tape decks get scales
Scale your weak rhymes down like shaving a Rodian in jail
Do or do not there is no fail, believe in what I say all good things will prevail
Aayla Secura couldn’t write anything purer
Yoda couldn’t have wrote a rhyme so tight
Mace Windu couldn’t cut through the still of my mic
Try to steal or bite my this and my rhyme saber will slice with assonance
So passionate and controlled it’ll purge the Sith from your Anakins.
Imagining beating me is thought last when the battles on,
Cuz I’m a master and you’re a Padawan”

He was reeling like a Tie Fighter
Hit by a torpedo from an X-Wing but next thing, he was on the mic.
“Strike me down, you can’t I’m more powerful than you imagine
From the Dark Side academy of battle rappin’
I captain the force and force push your lrhymes in to little drawers
Or better yet, I force choke you with my tight lines
Write ten times better than a Rodian tells white lies
Trandoshens notion Wookies the same way I be filetin rookies
With lightning I’m sightin the hair burn off a Wookie
Took me years to best my peers and be leader of the Sith clique
Rip shit like a rancor or fett in a sarlac pit
Beat bangers make danger and anger fuels my power
I’m the best and if you join me the galaxy will be ours.”

“I’ll never join you , Rap told me you killed it.”
“No I am rap and all along I’ve concealed it”
No…
Search your feelings you know it to be true
He removed to reveal an A and R
In actuality he made the stars
With brutality, no individuality, blunts, bitches, cars and rappers who aren’t what they say they are.
At this time I yell “It’s a trap”
In an instant, I kick a wicked rap
I ain’t a skywalker more like a mic rocker
Regenerate disparate arms of the galaxy like Chewbacca
Phat fly talker and your eyes offer you the truth
I’m the one hip-hopper to balance the youth.
His soul sunken like a Gungan colony
I hum my homily ironically
Like a Magnaguard I vanguard the avant garde, with a clap
I stabbed my saber, belabored, and in put an end to rap
And the light of the force burst right from the source
And hip hop is born
May the fourth be with you
In a galaxy not so far away
A not so long time ago another day
Real emcees save the day