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
Monday, September 26, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
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
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
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
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.
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.
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