the kick it spirit

I saw my man in a dream the other night
And when he smiled I knew I’d be alright
Although he may have gone to a world apart
He will live forever in my heart

Kick it? With a shrug and smile
That’s the way we used to while
Whylin out on city streets or classrooms
Time so fly is always gone too soon
But memories will always last
Moments so sweet can be a bitter pill
Seductive pain of living in the past
But I’ve eaten these sorrows and had my fill
Gorged on sadness till I felt ill
Time to throw back the curtains
Rise from the sickbed and let the light in
Let the kick it spirit live on in you
Do plug things, to your friends be true
Live with a smile dancing on your lips
And never let the mat hit your hips
Wrestle with life and get the pin
Never settle for less than the win
And answer every question with a grin

Because I saw my man in a dream the other night
And when he smiled I knew it’d be all right
Although it still hurts to know that it’s true
Eric my brother this one is for you

A Shadow Play in the Cave

Fire dances ballet in the window
Can’t see a source only the graceful light
Tongues flicker like my insubstantial pain
The raking fingers of this false delight

Shadows dance on walls in this ancient cave
Playing roles to entertain, wrapped in chains
We dance our way into an early grave
Till we rise from the ground, hungry for brains

Zombie fate unless we shred the shadows
Break the fetters and start to climb towards
An indistinct mirage, watch as it grows
Seize the camera and speak your own words

Unquestioning acceptance is the trap
Key knowledge hidden in the form of rap

Mirror, Mirror

Fire glimpsed in eyes reflection
Burning desire for perfection
Want the best so disdain the rest
No rest chasing down my stress
Elusive evasive it slips away
Crimes for which I still pay
Don’t know why I am this way
Simple things refuse to stay
Complexity creeps into my head
Vortex of worries wants me dead
But I’m going to fight instead

make it real

Feeling loose as a goose as I pull out the juice
Throw some gin in the mix and lets begin
Pay the wages of sin to learn how to win
Sip on these heady draughts of what they call my thoughts
Now put the glass down and pick up the light
Realize that your life can start here tonight
Use these words to release your heart
Allow these seeds to flower, levees to part
Break the mold of escapism
use your time to heal the schism
between who you are and who you want to be
end your misery and embrace the mystery
of the unparalleled beauty that you see
free yourself to love it all
allow yourself to have a ball
be yourself stand straight and tall
all you need is all you have
what you want is what you are
if you could only see as I do
you’d understand the beauty I find in you

SNOW DAY

Snow day on a Wednesday?
It’s the first one in years
Perfect snowflakes fall like tears
Sounds so good you can’t believe your ears
Homework gone, responsibility forgotten
Pure snow covers all that is rotten
So shed your cares and shuck your jive
Drop what your doing and step outside
Play in the snow and feel alive
Have a snowball fight in the middle of the street
Sprint back and forth on frozen feet
Wish this night was stuck on repeat
The battle on state was fucking ill
Think I hit some guy in his grill
With a snowball thought, I ain’t grimy
Got aim and reflexes like a cat, just try me
The secret is, its all in the timing
Wild west duel dontcha know
Instead of sand there’s a line in the snow
Shit’s fucked up like a line of blow
Cross that shit and you got to go
O.K. Corral in a Winter Wonderland
Madison Narnia, written by Ayn Rand
Except in this one the heroes mega-man
Big blue dude rules this snow-bound city
Get up in the battle deep and gritty
Throw him in a snow sarcophagus, got no pity
till he breaks free like a mummy rising
abominable blue snow ghoul so surprising
no one knows what to make of this guy
all they know is that he’s super fly
flew away from the battle and hit the hill
slippery and steep we took many a spill
but its worth it to get back to the top
even if we slid right back down repeat nonstop
lunch tray sleds hit escape velocity off the jump
everlasting hang time till you land with a thump
these times are the good times, snow day victory
deep and heavy snow covers all like mystery
beautiful night illuminated by reflected light
and in the snow it all seems so simple and right
snow day is a good day, these blues get cured
happiness found inside classic adventure
the kinda story I’ll still tell through dentures

Skilled Trades

They ask what I do, I don’t know what to say
Am I a Jester? With words I do play
Or maybe a knight, got dragons to slay
But I’m more like a craftsman, working in words
Yea, a rhyme smith, pounding out verbs
You see I take my tongs and grab a point
Put it in my fire and make a red hot joint
Grab my hammer and pound it home
Pump these bellows to blow up your dome
These beats are the anvil that I’m working on
Sounds of work are the sounds of this song
And I keep on working shaping this metal
Doing what I gotta to prove my mettle
Till I gotta take it off the heat and let it settle
Pause and let the crowd cool down
Can’t see it now but I’m forging a crown

Break time’s over now its back to the grind
My mouth is a furnace got fire in my mind
Reheat the beat and awake the coals
Light from ashes makes food for souls
I can handle this heat so I’m in the kitches
Baking up this batch so finger lickin
Good master smith cookin at my forge
Crafting rhymes deeper than a gorge
Glimpse the abyss underneath my veneer
You still polite but I can smell the fear
Don’t worry about me I expel my madness
Throw it on the page and I never miss
Then I take my pen and I craft away
Work in this smithy like every day
Molding words feels like playing with clay
Writing poetry just to feel ok

with a why

I know a girl with diamonds in her eyes
She’s got a smile that makes all the boys die
Guards her heart so they don’t make her cry
And she spells her name with a why

A question on her tongue and a song on her lips
Only problem is you keep watching her hips
And in the night you keep passing like ships
Missed connection, misdirection, confused mess
Wonder how she keeps up with all the stress
It’s so hard to never settle for less
When you reach for the stars you might get burned
And to stone your heart might have turned
But know that truth is always here or there
Always have a friend with an ear and a tear
Know that hearts stay strong far and near
Invisible connection through the years

Distance grows and people change
Although they stay the same its always strange
We live and love and we grow strong
Till that girl you knew one day is gone
Replaced by the woman in this song
No more childlike nights under city lights
Getting drunk with boys wearing tights
We learn to sin because we love to grin
Sipping on gin and juice, young and loose
Learning to smoke, godlike in the first toke
And we always used to go for broke

So this one goes out to the girl with all the questions
Dedicated to growing up in new directions

DJ Squiblur, MC Satyre and the Nebulanis Orchestra

drop truthbombs under cover of city nights
Red flowers bloom when I grab the mic
Explosions grow from the ground where I walk
Johnny appleseed I plant trees as I talk
Smoke trees while we stalk
Street poetry on the move
Keep riding the wave of the groove
Let it crest and feel the music wash through you
Bask in the bliss and let it improve you
Smoke some of this and let it soothe your soul
My thoughts would like to fill your hole
Rowdier than a bunch of drunken frat boys
I bang on your ears, bringing this noise
Pound on the ear drums, bongo bongo
Beat it wet and dirty like we in the congo
Turn this stage into a jungle
Dance like monkeys listening to spongle
Trance in your head outside of your body
Watch yourself as you start to party
The music takes you up to the sky
While you dance in pants filled with fire ants
Liar, liar, lies blow up in your face
Take this shit into outer space!
Now its intergalactic rhyme time, climb into the sky on a vine
Rising higher than a spire, my spaceship climbs on a tail of fire
Start to pierce the clouds so white, leaving behind all that’s trite
Get so high we must be deep, get so low we start to creep
Outside your windows in your soul we sleep
Speaking truth like the dreaming brain
riding the line between ok and insane
Cuz we’ve stared into the abyss and didn’t blink
But we rose up stronger and didn’t sink
Seen the evil and seen the madness, played with the devil and his sadness
Dancing with the divine, feeling pretty fine, release my mind
Know that music unites all kinds
Find the balance, find the beam, find the space between the seam
We’re behind the screen, been inside the image and returned to tell
The path that we travel seems the path to hell
But we walked it sideways and we never fell
Caught on the brink, stay on the surface and never sink
Surf these sins like thugs ride on rims just watch these grins
Playin with my heart like it was a toy, I moved on now I ain’t a little boy
Now I play my part and I play it to the hilt
Pinball so hard that the screen goes TILT
Found truth inside of humor, good times here ain’t no rumor
Its just what we do, we chop and we screw
Beats and broads, sweets beats expose frauds
Show the realest and the rawest in our art
Draw a picture of my heart
On this canvas I will start
Trace with words from a world apart

Untitled

Unconscious beauty, unspoken words, things unsaid things unheard
But everything’s been said, its all sad and I’m still dead
Inert stuck in the earth like a clod of dirt
But still I hurt
Don’t mean to be curt
But if I speak too much I might just burst
Overflowing my banks like a river, the lake undammned
maybe I never deserved a thanks, still for your sake I’ve been damned
In hell? more like purgatory for real
Trapped in stasis a soul will never heal
And the only places I go feel like limbo
Where I never grow, only plateau, what do you know
Who knew silence could say so much, besides paul and art
Who knew a glance could weigh more than a touch, so far apart
Who knows the things unsaid in sideways eyes
All I know is that I want to be inside your thighs
Woman in these lines to you I will spit no lies,
Woman to me you are beautiful every day and every night
Wanna say so but I can’t speak, my lips stay sealed tight
Afraid that one word could sever something forever
And I know I’m rhyming but not trying to be clever
Just trying to explore these strange notions
This is the only time I expose my emotions
Always hidden behind walls of wit so sarcastic
True thought is ballsy, commitment drastic
And I’m a coward, composed of plastic
Fake all the time; yet spit truth when I rhyme

Si Se Puede

Spontaneous, breathless, young and restless
New wave of faded beats we impress heads
Stressless, strained, fingers white
Grabbing the wheel with fingers tight
We take control in the moment
No direction home we ain’t content
Contents sealed we packaged fresh
Off the boat from foreign shores
Coming here to break down doors
Smash the windows and wreck the system
We’ve got voices that need a listen
So lend an ear romans come to hear
Truth and knowledge streaming from your peer
Peer in age but peerless on the stage
I’m here right now to vent some rage
Cuz kids are dying overseas / kids are dying picking peas
Babies dies with bellies empty / starving in the land of plenty
Lost our jobs we’ve been robbed
Going broke, shit ain’t no joke
Bills to pay for grandma's medicine
And grandpa’s paying for his sins
While complacency is all I see around me
No one cares and if they do
There’s nothing they can really do
Besides vote for the right guy and get a job
Donate to charity but don’t act like a slob
Nothing ever changes and it makes me sick
Between six kinds of wrong we have to pick
And everyone keeps on humming along
We all know the tune to our master’s song
Don’t realize that we’re just the chorus
That there is a them and an us
That they rule while we suffer
And while we’re blind shit gets rougher
So I’m here to rip away the gauze
To tear down the veil is my cause
My little fingers tickling your eardrums
Making you wake up like kick drums
So stand up and ask for better
Cast aside the label, remote, fetter
Shed the programming and find yourself
Love thy neighbor and toast his heath
Topple the system and scream fuck the man
Know if I can do it then you can
Say it with me now “if I can do it you can”

Situationist Inspiration

Creativity, spontaneity on the page
Actors seeing the stage of life
Lifestyle of poetic strife
Lose yourself in the artistic moment
Let time slip by and be content
Find your mind inside the vortex
Expand your soul with tantric sex
Release your stress and just relax
Break old bonds and get atomic
Explode, explore organic or robotic
Fuse in to the future so bionic
Beauty in the subjective instant
Through your eyes I become transcendent
Illuminating with words incandescent
What was once called heaven sent
Understand you are what was meant

Purple Days

Searching for the maybe unknown uncertain truth
Saccharine words have made a hole in my tooth
I’m done with candy, done with wasted time
Can’t handle this talent can’t stop the rhyme
Can’t damn the torpedoes they got to flow
Gonna sink your battleship dontcha know
Like a barefoot sprinter but sprinting in place
Never move but we still won the race
Go far enough you see your own face
Cuz time’s what we do and gravity’s where we are
So lets all dance the night away on mars
Science fiction, science with imagination
Sneaking in these heady concepts like immigration
Same as border jumping my shits illegal
Outlawed, persona non grata still regal
Bearing of a prince, artist formerly known as
Purple rain, purple haze purple days pass
By like pharcyde cydeways getting in that ass
While we get sidways smoking that grass
Turning on and tuning in
Getting our daily dose of sin
Doing wrong but it feels so right
Because evil things are my delight
Sweet transgression in the night

Fresstyle

so what is this? And what is that?
Looks like a skit, sounds like some scat
Bobba doo wopdop doo wop doo dat
Old school like jazz man hep cat
No fedora I wear a red hat
Red cap mushroom makes Mario fat
Super plumber not dumb and dumber
Smart shit here we never blunder
Pirate shit, yea we get plunder
Take it from you with words of thunder
Thor norse storm god puts you under
Lighting strike makes me stronger
Electrical power I go longer
Energizer bunny, his name is sweets
Me and him used to run these streets
Running from cops or smoking the tops
For heady buds we making stops
Brakelights flashing, cars crashing
We drive past, radio blasting

America Makes Crazies

don draper in a brand new cadillac
windows down, smokin a fatty sac
rolled these images up in a big ole blunt
makin men mad like a tasty little cunt
mad men making mad money
hot hands handling a pot o honey
we sell dreams like stirling cooper
telling everybody shits just super
but its all fucked, we're all going to hell
can't you see the signs, can't you tell
the writing on the wall is on your screen
scream all you want, times is mean
and we gotta eat, so we turn to crime
its either that, or learn how to rhyme

goofy musketeers pt 2

Lets attack this shit and rid the dub
Feel it wash over you like a wave
Rub it around and become its slave
Worship the beat with my verses
Get so funked up we need nurses
Like helloo style, make a brother wild
Sister girl come get down with me
Don’t make me say plea-he-hease
Baby cuz you. You got what I need
And you say hes just a friend who never sleeps
Woman you know the biz we play for keeps
Watch our for the storm we gonna reap
Whirlwind coming to scatter sheep
Twist up minds like I twist up kinds
Roll up the joint as I stay on point
Hit this blunt as we hit the front
Getting crunk but not even drunk
Just dancing like a fool with the lady molly
This baby girl shows how to pop a lolli
Off like shirts poppin up in the dirt
Getting dirty and we getting filthy
We just rockin so glitched out grimy
And if you want to go just try me
Cuz I’m the king of this town
A man with an invisible crown
Droppin off just to catch the sound
Whompin on down to the ground
Get so low the dub transfixes
I lost my mind within these mixes
Found something better with all the fixins
Life is dub, dance, trickses
Or treats, I kick it with sweets
Love my brother like I love my streets
So I’ma just shut up and ride the beats

goofy musketeers pt 1

Nebulonis orchestral and spaceman satyre
Two musicians who create hot fire
Not stolen from some god above
But crafted from respect and love
Labour like Hercules we’ve got the fleece
Golden like apples from ancient Greece
Like greek fires you can’t put us out
And when the ladies see us they like to shout
Scream, rip off they clothes and pounce
Cuz they know whos got that headie bounce
These dank ass beats that we deliver
Lace em up so cold you start to shiver
While I feel the cold and just ignore it
Eat the beat like an apple I core it
Find the heart and play my part
Drop some words from a world apart
Separate in space, far away in time
Ya’ll hear the future when I rhyme
Like doc brown and marty we time traveling
Watch the tapestry start unraveling
Cuz these are the end days can’t see ahead
By 2012 we may all be dead
So enjoy it while you can and have a ball
Stay at the bar until last call
Live your life up to the fullest
While we remain, simply the truest

Tonight at the Barrymore

Just got a dose of wu tang, the illest and the realest rap gang
Now my face is dead but you still see me
Call it ghost like watching Demi
Moore we be asking for like rhymefest
But he hit the wayside with all the rest
When the Ironman sets down in town to seize the crown
In this torrent of words I begin to drown
Cuz this man owns the sound and knows the crowd
He got us living in his chest like a Duracell
As he began to sign those songs we knew so well
Tony Starks hitting the highlights of a great life
Set up by skyzoo, assisted by his man trife
This man started to tell some stories of strife
Streets poetry laid down on the dankest beats
And whenever shit went down he would bring the heat
Wu-tang head bangers, breaking plenty necks
Heads hit the ceiling when they scratch the decks
Pretty Toney balls hard, he knows all the angles
Rocking his red ass wallabies and kangol
House kept bumping, everybody jumpin
Bass so loud the windows thumpin
Rhymes so fire they burn up the page
And girls so fly they lift up the stage
Ghost gets the ladies up there grooving
Down in the crowd everybody keep moving
Heads nodding, hands in the air
Tony Starks is going on a tear
Ripping up the joint, with the clan on point
Soldiers in the front with that honey blunt
Troops on the left ready for some theft
Ghostdeini on stage the rapping mage
Wizard of poetry from the emerald city
Killin it in Madison he got no pity
with wu-tang your sword’s gotta be the keenest
And your rhymes they need to be the meanest
Yet amongst this clan, one man’s the best
Ghostface Killah, the greatest of all time
Best emcee to ever rock a rhyme
(At least that’s how I see it in my mind)

Insomnia

When I can’t sleep I talk to myself
Seek solace amidst solitude
Build a palace of my attitude
Read my own poetry to fall asleep
Counting my wordy, wooly, wise sheep
Electric sheep are yours to keep
The truth lives here but it lies deep
Concealing secrets for which we seek
Through your fingers try to peek
Catch the brilliance when I speak

And I just keep on writing until I drop
Rhyming alone and I’ll never stop
Without fail I’ll keep on trying
Thoughts sizzle like bacon frying
Pop hiss grease fizzle in the pan
Thoughts heating up like I just ran
Running away from my own issues
Running hard, needing tissues
The nose knows, smells bacon done
Tastes so good with the rising sun
Morning dawn, light approaches
Brightness invades, rebukes, reproaches
Ferrets out secrets, reveals lost files
Illuminates denial, illustrates what it defiles
Sanctifies the still alive and makes it thrive
Gives me drive and lets me jive
So what’s the light, where’s the source?

Me and you alone of course
Transcendent truth, intercourse

Confusion illusion confounds allusions
Poisonous vapors, psychic capers
Crazy prophets and projected craters
Life finds a way, evolves in papers
Thesis, essay, idea and narrative
Any expression of the life I live
Alive inside my own mind I thrive
Grieve as I bleed the mind outside
Brain in inkwells, dipped and rolled
Drawn across pages, papyrus scrolls
Pour myself out and only got filled
The more I grew the more I spilled
Oil tankers like this disaster zone
Every wreck breeds more clones
All these thoughts invade and batter down
Walls of Jericho fall under before walls of sound

where can i find me, love you

Unmoored unfettered drifting free / rising above, clouds below me
Get so high, look what I see / my house, your house, statue of Liberty

Gonna spit a bit quick right before bed
Shake loose these demons from my head
Calm down chill out don’t see red
Stay focused and get that paper
Dough start to inflow with this caper

Wanna get away and escape it all
Leave behind the stress and the madness
But I turn away and face the wall
Nowhere to go to pour my sadness
So drop it on the page and hope
That one day I’ll have crafted enough rope
Threads to clothe me, hempen like dope
No absolution here don’t need no pope
Just need a space and these words
A crowd so I don’t go unheards
Then I can drop it classic like whey and curds
I’m the spider, ya’ll miss muffett
Ya’ll paying for change, warren buffet
While I’m jimmy saying fuck it
Lets all get stoned at margaritaville
Begin the night swiggin on swill
Watch yourself, try not to spill
At least not once we get past the well
And onto the good shit, break out the patron
Before long we gonna be gittin it on
Because this is how we do it son
My rhymes make change like clerks
My beats make ya dance like jerks
My shows be packed on like the works
Hamburger hill, enemies get Merc’ed
While I’m up in space like cap’n kirk
Chillin with spock in the spacedock
Gonna throw Khan out the airlock
Now lets pause and take a stock
Seize a steer and steal a sheep
No quotes here, we top of the heap
And they used to call me a creep
On TV, this is the shit they bleep
Fuck that censorship, I’ll say bitches
And if you don’t like it, come get stitches
In your side from chasing me down
I don’t live here, I reside in the sound

Ground Control?

Tenuous tendrils / tremendous tumor / there’s a rumor / that you ain’t so super


Drifting disconnected umbilical cut
Planet receeds behind, out of sight
Rose so high we broke the skylight
Exhale exhaust smoke and fire
Ascend exponential till we asymptote
Past even horizon when we take a toke
Escape velocity in the smoke

Got so high one day I went into outer space
Left atmosphere behind, stars I began to chase
Swimming in sunlight, riding the gravity waves
Interstellar windsurfer, wasting my days
I cruised away from earth and waved goodbye
Felt like I’d never been this high
Cursed the cool moon as I cruised through
Then I turned around and watched as mars grew
Skimmed past the red planet, saw Olympus Mons
Slingshot around the god of war and I was gone
Spat through space like Hermes quick
I thought to myself, space is fucking sick!
Saw the stars align and I just loved the pattern
Then I flew through the hoops and went to Saturn
Tripped past Jupiter, biggest of all
And I started to wonder when I’d fall
Although alone in space I can relax
Forget about my thoughts, bonds and pacts
But out there its lonely, space is cold
And this is not the way to grow old
So I fell back to earth’s embrace
Gravity keeps me tied to this place
Feet on the ground but my heads far above
Floating down from the sky like a dove
Till I again rest in this life that I love

High On Words

Hubbub babble sounds like battle
War of words, more like Babel
Speaking in tongues you can’t handle
Eating my tongue like it came from cattle
Ya’ll calves like bron but I’m a bull
Hungry like MJ, never get full
Taurus rapper spitting this shit
Stubborn as hell I’ll never quit
I’ll keep on striving, never settle
Take this chance to prove my mettle
Cuz my shit’s tough as fucking metal
Do it like a hero chief gimme a medal
Then away on my bike I will pedal
Making up words pretty like lotus petal
Making mad money with this shit I peddle
I’m burning shit up like nero, rome’s on fire
Plan is to destroy this fake empire
Choke out the national till it expire
Smash imperialism and I’ll never tire
When I stop you can call me a liar

America; land of the free?

Everyone’s equal here, see?
Unless of course you happen to be born
Anywhere outside of the middle class white norm
In the land of scorn, porn and corn
Apart by our differences we are torn
And this is the world into which we’re born?
Around here most everybody is oppressed
A tiny few rule over all the rest
Just follow the money, remember CREAM
Know that corruption rules everything around me
Feel like I’m living in the Wire
Here comes Omar with shotgun fire
Like he says, the cheese stands alone
Money is king, your backs’ the throne
Nothing is fair and nothing’s equal
America looks like a fucking sequel
British Empire Mk 2, sun never sets on whitey’s rule
And the one who gets screwed is always the fool
And the ones making money are very few
Privilege, power and populism are the glue
Sticks up the wheels of change
Keeps the gear shift stuck in strange
But I say fuck it, lets get weird
Go wild, wooly like a big bushy beard
Mess this system up, gum up the works
Revolution of janitors, cooks and clerks
Break the machine with our being
Discover a new way of seeing
Fight for right with our might
Maybe we can light up this night
Reveal the real, make em feel
Free the people from the heel
Under the boot of our own creation
We have made this oppressive nation
Slaves to our own innovation
Always moving forwards with no map
Never realized we walked into a trap
And the jaws close quick like snap
We wonder where we’re really at
How we got ourselves into this crap
We go blaming this and that
Never realizing the problem is the path

Polka Dot Blues

I got them polka dot blues
Little cysts spreading across my soul
Little sty drifting through my vision
Dots gained by breaking rules
Diving headfirst through any loophole
Swiftly escaping into my old prison

A piece of paper, a shower of embers
White slate marred by a few cinders
Little holes appearing, motheaten shirt
Eating into me, making me hurt
And made by hurting
Pain comes from my own gain
Sabotage myself when winning
Gotta lose gotta make it rain
On my parade I don’t deserve
A sentence I don’t have to serve
Self imposed exile, alientation
Set myself apart from this alien nation
Foreign to me, foreign I be
Different from my environment
Product of actions I never meant
Made my self a bed in which to sleep
I lie awake in lies, never sleep
And even in rest I don’t find peace
Can’t escape the stress that doesn’t cease
At night I dream of daytime worry
And through endless hallways I hurry
So I sleep less to escape the eyes
Stay up late, race from the prize
Solace comes in escapism
Fracture my life back like a prism
Rainbows seen in my vision
But when I pull away the lens
And put down my pad and pens
I’m just sitting here alone
writing in the twilight zone

noir sonnet of my life

I guess I’ll open with a poem, the wry rascal declared
Grinning, nodding asleep onstage
Lights shone on sweat stained suit and
Creased, beaten, worn fedora
Lent an air of
Desperate dignity to the dim scene
And he said

“All the people I love are wandering drunks
Wasted and high, blasted to the mind’s eye
Selfless and spent, hippies, freaks, geeks and punks
Lost to the nightlife, alone when they cry

They traipse through my life, my house and my heart
Mad abandon in the sacred moment
To be more than a number on a chart
In art immortalized, death’s opponent

Living on the fringe of reality
Rejecting some mad American dream
We work to escape the banality
So what will we be? The milk or the cream?

We are the change we wish to be gandhi
So why can’t we wish for more than we see?”

sweet shorts: haikus and poems written in class

Why?
no one gets out of here alive,
because to escape this is to die
although we all want to fly
desire to live forever in the sky
but life forever is a damn lie
when dead in the ground you lie
for your memory they will cry
tears fall from your child’s eye
weeping for the end of your I

Collegiate Haikus

real straight forward class
brainwashed into believing  
nod and get an A

but who is in charge?
Isn’t someone going to
Tell me what to do

Instructive chaos
More voices means more ideas
And less agreement

school kills many trees
so much paper down the drain
classes raze forests

Philosophy fail
Ironclad arguments
Mean nothing at all

Cage

Outlines are frameworks of lies
Fettered attachments, heavy ties
Blank page is open like blue sky

Touche

fencing with glances so subtle
eyes dart, intentions so humble
meet, break, contact of the soul
lifting downcast eyes is the only goal
delicate, fragile, simple perfection
my lips yearn to frame the question

Egypt

Slavish note taking is the rule
In this labor-camp school
Building up pyramids of thought
Edifice of solid what we got
No worry about what could be
Just needs that we should feed
Our learning serves their greed
The more we learn the less we’re free

morning joint

Today I rose at dawn and got baked at the lake.
Living in Madison, eating some cake
Making some moves making things shake
Got a little groove make a girl quake
Feeling real smooth just for its own sake

Cool like cucumber and raw like steak
Hungry man is the trouble man got a mean streak
These words are rhetoric you listen when I speak
Watch as I leak, blood on the page, aortic
Rhyming tourettes, words are tic
Spitting to create the life artistic
Red hat on my head, life aquatic
Smoke some weed and get neurotic
Smoke some more and feel necrotic
Zombified, still alive this shits toxic
Makes these ladies all erotic
Mary and jane get over here quick
Give this big ole joint a lick
Keep it tight oh it burns so right
Just give it a light, paper crackles
Pop and hiss like a witchy cackle
This joint its time to tackle
Puff puff pass sticky icky fluffy grass
Hits my lungs and comes to pass
Transubstantiated into a feeling
Brain waves want to pierce the ceiling
Standing waveform stands, reeling
Starts to speak, ends up dealing
And then joint is done, truly really
All that’s left is empty paper

.....have i stayed away too long?

did you miss these rhymes while i was gone?


Whoeeeeee rhythym slithering down lie a black snake moan
This beat soothes down grooving through my soul
Needle on wax, sounds come from the land of Stax
Time to get real down low heartfelt soul wail from the sax

When I don’t watch myself I become somebody else
Blinding eyes with green gauze lies smoking the lye
Blunted eyes squint to see through the haze
In which I’ve been living my days
Unjointed unforgiven unconscious I’m livin
Consequently conspicuous Confucian cornucopia of confusing kaleidoscopic vision
Things I see dancing spinning passing by me
While I’m just sitting back high as the sky be
And let me get a fly beat
Over which to drop some real heat
{beat Change}
horn stabs at ya eviscerate guts
this joint is funky visceral nuts
crazy hazy lazy fresh as a daisy
funky fresh like the Prince Smith
same as Will I am a wordsmith
Shakespeare when I speak I got no peer
Back in the day they’d call me a seer
Might stone me to death, got no fear
I’ve been stoned before, didn’t you hear
Couldn’t you tell, can’t you see it in my eyes
Insane ambition to cut all ties
Release the anchor and just rise
My ships sailing up into the skies
Outerspace where I resides

carbon copy

Cool is a cruel competition
Where there are no winners, only sinners
And debauchery is all I see around me
No center, no desire, restless mire
The only victors are those who lose
Because it’s the victory of the noose
Hang yourself on the tree of style
Reborn as just another face in the pile
self lost to what people think you are
and before you know it you’ve come so far
that you can’t get back
stranded, feel like I’m under attack
no way forward no where to go
chilling out, doing nothing in limbo
lost the race, now I love empty space
shoulda, woulda, coulda just stayed in place
displacement zero for the wannabe hero
lost potential, chance to be the next Nero
burned it all down to the ground
Empire of the cool, all falls down
Start over tomorrow, free of sorrow
Conscience cleaned clear of science
Just heart left, wisdom true
Alone in paradise with you

bullstream of thought / the ballad of hal

Walking hard walking all alone by choice
Although around the corner I still hear her voice
Strolling home through the past
Knowing a night like this could never last
Evaporate into mist come morning
And for chances missed I am mourning
Story of the life of a boy with promise
A boy who always tried to be honest
Living on Prospect, a talented youth
Interested in books, music and truth
Science fiction and science class, Soccer and Socrates
This was a boy who always said please
But over time this boy did grow
And soon enough he came to know
No one liked a smart ass with brains
That knowledge brought our boy some pains
He learned that friendship was a treasure
Real friends were few and hard to measure
But he grew and then he knew
That some things are always true
So this goes out to friends for life
Friendships knit under city lights
Knit caps on heads these hats are red
THC smoking headies, streets get bled
Grown wisdom born under moonlight
Nightlife, kick it keep the flow tight
Tighter than a sleeve, loose when I breathe
Can’t find a rhyme, dropped the line
Like a poet who forgot his lies
Now his throat, his thought, up it dries
Still I gotta keep pouring out this soul
Waterfall, freefall till I reach my goal
To realize the potential that I hold
That boy’s got something special, I sensed it
My grandma said that and she meant it
Now say goodbye to grandma’s boy
No more monkey shit, no more toys
Gorwn man shit, on it for real this time
Said it before but it was mime
False mimcry, coyote in the darkness
But there’s a fire let me spark this
And now lets seal it with a kiss

writing a haiku while driving

good times badasses         

self sufficient efficient          

traveling buddies

Fun Guy Rhymes

Go on freckles go grab the bottle

Fuck yea man, I’ll take a swallow

Liquid fire lights up these veins, these verses

Now I'm a driver switchin lanes, spoutin curses

Trippin straight into the audience’s house

Everyone stops, scared, quiet as a mouse

Till we drop this dope fire beat back in

Explosions everywhere, fountains of sin

Run baby run, escape the madness

Scamper back to your pitiful sadness

But I’ll stay on top of the avalanche

Riding the wave, Brando not blanche

no dubois, only blunts smoked here

inhale, get so high I have no fear

Controlled chaos, intimate insanity

Intense charisma, animal Stanley

Method rapping, making interior man

Acting, playing games like Wu-Tang Clan

In the front now its all fun and games

While in the back marlon's smackin dames

loc'ed out dog, Marlon Wayons

If you front your legs will be lamed

Hamstrings gone, hit by the wolfpack

my cutthroat crew always got my back

taking out the weak, lame and sickly

like wolves versus sheep, its over quickly

ya'll straight sheeple that hide inside

we the red-hat wolves of the east side

red fish blue fish old fish new fish

Why?
why is it so hard to create, but so easy to destroy?
five minutes of hate can ruin a lifetime of joy
like a kid on christmas with the wrong toy
but an instant of joy is neverending
perfect moment life comprehending
understanding why the caged bird sings
learning why men give women rings
gaining the peace that happiness brings

Me?
people always think they know me
think they can predict who i'll be
all I want to do is subvert expectation
be different from a feeble misconception
But its funny how shit works out
how those things that you always doubt
turn out to be what its really about
and mistaken identities
end up being who we see
self made in others eyes'
born from denying lies

my pain, your pain, whose gain?

The late night blues inhabits my tired face
Staring at me under my skin windows
Street lights where eyes could be an empty space
Speed away from thought, sprinting in limbo

Get to my sanctuary, my happy place
Troubles so near, but I’m in outer space
Headphone in each ear, a measure of grace
Spaceship made of words, melody and bass

Pain recedes behind a curtain of noise
Anesthetized by drugs, dance and the beat
Little kids these days play with grown up toys
Poisons and chemicals feeding the street

Psychedelic tourists, mind spelunkers
We search for meaning by going insane
Always striving for more, higher, drunker
We just hope our lives can handle the strain

The world gets smaller as you grow bigger
Don’t tell me that I am living so free
While any hand sits upon the trigger
As long as I live I will never be

so don’t give a fuck, the truth’s been laid bare
naked, ugly, grotesque don’t even care

bored @ work

well i say god damn this shit is real
time to break it off let it sit and heal
gotta watch out or my life's a meal
time to ball hard like jerel mcneal

just gonna keep up, high on pineapple kush
flying past the worlds blurring in a rush
fucked up, dumb like I was george bush
which reminds me, its time i fuckin CRRRUSH

these goddam verses, smash em to bits
hit the mike so hard never callin quits
quick to attack with verbs over drum kits
funky fresh like the musk from my pits
funkmaster flex is providing the hits!

now do it right like the funky five
those soul laced brothers who brought it live
they brought hip hop alive with jive
gave me a standard for which to strive

now those were just some warm up verses
rhymin braggin, a mix of bullshit and curses
this the shit that employs nurses
this the shit that be stealing purses
this the shit that requires hearses
this the shit a hiphop head reverses

(scratch back)

now its time to spit it true spit it from the heart
time for some oral explusion, spitting far and near
call me what you will, for you i'll play that part
i mean i'm just spitballing here but gimme your ear

shall i compare thee to a summer night?
thou art as enfolding and seductive
nocturnal kick it with you feels so right
intoxicating and self destructive

the soft breeze of a tired day departs
nightfall brings excitment, danger and pain
stuck on page one, the story never starts
gotta chance it all for a hint of gain

and like the night's end you bring the dawn
illuminating, my soul's icy peaks
and somehow awake, never see a yawn
attention, focus, complete when she speaks

my compass only points one direction
true north to you, magnetic attraction

see that shit i just dropped a sonnet
flow tighter than an amish bonnet
wrappin up those kids so repressive
rumspringa allows them to live progressive
everybody needs to go wild once in awhile
but the secret is to do it with style

the family motto: Nothing in moderation

Wax Attacks the Stax*

My momma told me to go wax profound
So I’ma drop this earwax on ya, pound for pound
My rhymes rise high above the sound
So fly my feet don’t touch the ground

so soar with me above the street
rise up like balloons tied to your feet
let the hot air pull you head over heels
float away girl take off those heels
take off your cool your shield and your dress
and let me show you how to unleash the stress
find some release inside my caress
turn you from ice queen to a hot mess
in my arms you’ll melt oh yes

The balancing act, the route to tomorrow
This is the path that I must follow
Between extremes and above divisions
i see a new day, I’m having visions
a new element, new face, third heat
time to move on down the street
run past the block on words so fleet

Got a little Buddha belly but she don’t mind
Cares flow out when you exhale this kind
And she don’t see me when we in the bed
Not when she starin at the back of her head
Pupils go back, whites of the eyes
Fire away when you see these lies
Tell no lies, truth is we start fires
Wake the whole world up with her cries

RandomInstrumentalFreeWrites

Writing to myself in this empty room
Won’t let it drop don’t break too soon
Can’t stop it now let it rise to the moon

So here I come atcha gonna ride the beat
Taste this come sweeter than Tahitian treat
Rockin you down town in the Midwest
Gonna flow real smooth release my stress
Get some bullshit off my chest

So here I flow under the glow
Of these smiling faces, genuine places
Nights where I fly, nights that I die
Back on the grind on the hustle, working a job, selling my muscle
My labor my brain my time my pain
For a paycheck, All of it goes down the drain

Yo hear these words drip down this pen
Out of jail I’m stepping in / bout to rip it off need aspirin
Hurt your back like spasms / comin at you in waves like orgasms
Lyrical ear is full, here we go, feelin true
A brain full of organic fu
Like kung pao fist your chicken
Come on baby lets get to lickin
To your bod I’m gonna be stickin
Cuz you are so damn finger licken / good

Some dr. evil shit right here!
Bout to launch like Big Boy/ in space looks like a big toy
Just a man in there/ The enemy of joy
Fightin Austin powers, never gonna win
Gonna lose your life to a sultan of sin
King of the swingers fucked you up
Lost the war your cat’s hair ka-put
Frozen solid now whats what

But here he comes back again it’s the doctor
Jekyll to your hyde but its all one actor
Mike is both, so be like mike / Into life you gotta strike
Accept yourself, like to like / love to love self is like
Love to others brings it home / helps to stabilize the dome

Austin needs it, he’s so randy
Needs that pussy sweet like candy
That’s what keeps him feelin dandy
Fuckin English broads, Italian birds
Fuk me fuk yu askin hey girls, room for thirds?
No wheel with him he pulls you in, fucks so hard bitches need aspirin
Afterwards lie back, bitches goin spin daddy, spin

Oh my god I can taste the beat! SYNESTHESIA

Taste the beat on your tongue let roll down into your lung
Inhale this genius that’s been spun / breathe in the woven sun
Lets go smell green and eat around
Time to touch up the sound and feel the ground
Keep beat with your feet don’t look so hard
Keep your eyes tuned to this frequency / while we hear what we can see
The beat is alive its where we be
Senses get crossed in orbit / playin all parts like norbit
Life is art says synechdoche
Make your art from your story



*playing right now on my iTunes is the CD "Stax: The Soul of HipHop"

madison insomniac shit

Dead bugs litter my sheets / yet still they spring anew, alive

Seeking the light / obeying their coding
Their design/ modus operandi
Seek out the light
If only we were so noble
So willing/able to sacrifice

So misguided
The light is synthetic, mechanic, prosthetic
True light springs from the stars / and is
The fabric of existence
Ha! Truly physics is the opiate of the masses/ the religion of those with glasses

Comforting sureties / built on quantum absurdities

Built by madmen, prophets and pencil pushers
Lechers and zealots and computers

The bugs begin to dive bomb me / they attack the nose – my weakest point
No kamikaze strike here. This is not pearl harbor
I am forewarned, forearmed, the aggressor god
These bugs are not Japanese (nor is the reverse true)
Although they seek the light too
We all do


interpesonal mathematics

geometries of skin, geometries of sin
shapes bisected, created by what we wear
fantastic patters within your hair
lines and whorls, complex curls
partitioned by a strap, necklace or a cap
oh how you make me want to do math
if taught this way it’d be my path
one plus one equals we, could that be
but one and one is two and that is true
my math is abstract, fanciful and secret
yours seems real, earthy and pragmatic
I know my math doesn’t stick
So its back to yours on automatic
Go through the motions, feel moronic
But inside I’m wild, feel dramatic
Tensions builds, get pressure, static
Gonna have to do something drastic
Time to make this math fantastic

BiPolarDrivingPoetry

Feel the wind blowing through your hair
Driving down the highway in the sun
Watch out for that thousand yard stare
Cuz if your mind wanders you’ll be done
End up like deer, dismembered, apart
So drive safe, be cool, live smart
If you die I’d need your heart
To replace mine that’d break
Accidents at 80 MPH ain’t no joke
Can turn a human body into steak
Meat and bone, no self bespoke
So drive smart and give me hope

lets get wild, reckless, speed past the limit
widows down, minds open, no time to quit
gonna rock on till the dawn light breaks
fuck shit up, make some mistakes
bad decisions like my name was bush
get dumb like we smoking afghani kush
puffin some dro, blunts and bongs
get so gone I don’t know the songs
that I’m playin, yet still stayin
raw, uncut, pure in the moment
fuck past and future this is present shit

We are all on drugs/Can I kick it?

everyone I know does drugs
we are all hooked on the bait
slaves to erasing our unique traits
craving sameness
embracing lameness
rushing into the arms of nothingness

and we could care less

nihilists in an age of apathy
seeking release we love to party
those who care cannot see
any way to be. Honestly
so they set their minds free
on L. S. D

we sleepwalk through the day
and take Ambien to sleep at night
addicted to each and every vice
we experiment for work and play
and give kids adderall so they act right
addicted to craving for a slice

we’ve got it good, we’ve got no choice
we’ve chosen to silence our own voice

while the kids rage and waste away
smoking weed and getting wasted all day
what else is there to do in the age of drugs
spread your arms if you really need a hug

a dead eyed smile a.k.a. Lakefront Poetry

Empty skies mirror our empty lies
City lights black out the skies
Stars unseen by my eyes
No one even tries
Everyone dies
No whys
Just haunted, accusing eyes
Asking pardon for a life of lies


Time to write from the heart
the fountain from whence springs the art
I’ve been too caught up in my head
tryin to do right, tryin to make bread
But gotta watch my back and keep my balance
Though all it takes to make me fall is one errant glace
From me to you, you to me, sea to sea
And I’m falling



Why do gulls cry? Did they once sing?
They can fly, grace on a wing
Are they sad today? Crying for the past?
Do they know we are the last?
Or do they remember what used to be
Unspoiled pure, beach and sea
Maybe they just cry to count the hours
Maybe their lives are as sad as ours

Just Breathe

All I need is a pen and a page / a mike and a stage
All I want is love and life / sex and strife
All I have is words and beats / my crew and these streets
All I give is cyncism and sarcasm / lyrical orgasms
I am whoever you see
And when I’m not, I am free
We’ve got to change our ways / or these are the end days
We’ve got to work together / or our world is gone forever
We’ve got to laugh and cry / never stop asking why
We’ve got to do it now / the only question is how
We are whatever we wish
So why are we so childish?
Your time to rise is nigh / raise those hands up high
Your time for apathy is past / build a future that will last
Your time to create approaches / ignore these false coaches
Your time, our time to rule / to bring about a new cool
Breathe in the new day
Breathe out regrets and sadness
Breathe in what I say
Breathe out hate and madness

Breathe In, and Hold…..

Breathe out selfishness and insecurity
Breathe In cooperation and harmony
Breathe out lies and deceit
Breathe in and taste the air so sweet

Breathe In

Breathe Out

Be

The lesson (part two) by the roots – freestyle write

something i like to do is listen to instrumentals and write/rap to them
here's a little example

Oh hell, hell yea here we go, start to flow
Gonna drop it like dro when the cops at the window
then I’m away like usain bolt
Lighting out the door, never catch this colt
45 in my right, blunt in my left
and now ya’ll can feel this heft
weight of my rhymes like a gun in yo hand
light as a feather, heavier than a mountain of sand

its my duty to drop these rhymes over beats
duty to rep my hometown streets!
Murray, booth, belleview, newberry
My east side streets ain’t even scary
Now go west up center or north avenue
These are the places where life gets askew
In my goddam segregated ass birthplace
Money and race are ingrained in space
River between the whites and the blacks
one in mansions, one in stacks
but people die the same, blacks and whites
so you gotta watch your back under city lights

my heart gets tore up in these city nights
cuz I know that this shit just ain’t right
but what could I do, I was just a young fool
goin wild, livin large, skippin school
smoking Buddha, getting ruddah, thinking I was cool
now all I see is a lotta fun times
lackin content, lackin rhymes
shoulda been honin my craft not doing crimes
but I guess im just a product of my city
spoiled little white boy suckling on daddy’s titty
but watch out now, that boy is history
what is to come is still a mystery
but know one day soon everybody gonna listen to me

del the funkee homosapien - inspiration

DEL . May 8th. A very good day.

Sittin on the stoop, shootin the shit
Starin at ass walk by that I’ll never hit
We chill here then up and go
Heat out from the crib, hit the road
Strollin down to the saloon
Gonna see a funkee homosapien at the high noon
But del don’t hit the stage till past midnight
Its all good, the openers were pretty tight
First came serendipitous shit alright
The bucou one set the party off right
Jumpin and shakin and funkin ass movin
DJ zac rocked the house to P-funk’s groovin
While he was the one keeping the discs spinnin
We in the crowd were the ones winnin
But soon enough the day came to a close
And we all were funkier than our shoe soles
Del himself stepped to the microphone
Rocked us so hard, we been owned
Rocked the new day like a champion
The funky doctor kept the hits runnin
And A-plus at his side was surely stuntin
Hieroglyphics crew will always be bumpin
After dark, there is no frontin
So del rocked the crowd so well
And everybody was feelin real swell
Specially those smokin on the herb
Sticky icky green put your brain on the curb
Haul it to the sky when del drops a rhyme
That clint eastwood dope, right on time
To blast the crowd out till the speakers die
Then del said Peace and we said Bye.
Walked home and smoked a big fat blunt
Swung on the swings at a favorite haunt
Perfect place for a midnight jaunt
Maybe sit down and pen this joint
Keep the rhymes on beat, the beats on point
Roll it up, light it up, smoke the meaning
Of this night that’s got me day dreamin
For such a show I had been fiendin
Gotta get my hiphop fix, get me grinning
Love when they get that quality spinnin
and over it the heat they spittin
del and a-plus laid it down
while zach Hendrix provided the tasty sound
best show I’ve seen in a while
that’s why on my face is a smile.

Mother's Day

Here's a little story for mother's day, followed up some lyrical love.

Last night at the Del show, Bukue One (the opening act) asked all the Momma’s boys in the house to represent. I raised my hand, because it is true. Mom there’s no one in the world I love more than you.

Oh momma, you know I act a fool

Always trying to stunt and act cool

Screwing off, coasting through school

But now its time for a gear shift

Time to give my self a big lift

To you I’ll make my life a gift

Achieve, succeed, exceed potential

Keep my nose clean, act presidential

Obama is federal, I’ll rock the residential

But both of us reppin change and hope

Rescuing our nations from the end of a rope

Moving on from the past to lyrical dope

Moving my life from negative to positive

Cuz that’s the only way to live

A good long life, the only gift I truly have to give

New Growth

All things in their time must end.

The leaves fall slow but soon comes snow

And eventually that too does go

Melts away into the spring

Rebirth, new fresh and green

Soon enough that life grows strong

Causes the land to burst into song

Positive growth all summer long

In the spring new shoots arise

Hidden during winter’s icy reign

Casting off the frozen stain

Bringing forth, through the pain

Plants get stronger, reaching and growing

Now that it has finally stopped snowing

Still weathering summer showers

But battered we drink deep, resilient flowers

Magnolia blooming, blossoms gleaming

Sun and rain fuel this dreaming

Reaching for the skies and the stars above

No more cries, time for love

So sit back and soak up the sun

Trust in me, your fresh grown son.

A voice from tomorrow

steel trees reach up to grey skies

begging atonement these defiling lies

shadows of trees long since consumed

by the restless beast, slouching towards doom

where did the green go? the earth seems the moon

all color left the world at the big boom

turned men to shadows, memories too soon

etched a history of pain into the landscape

so now we make do, into technology we escape

these steel solar trees power heaven

the beautiful, glorious, world-wide-web

where you can be sassy and classy not dreary or drab

like the world outside

from which we hide

london town: things written from milwaukee to london and back again

hey there:

beautiful girl with eyes so sweet

how i wish you and i could meet

like eyes across a crowded bar

connection so close, bodies so far

lives touching, passing like ships

in the night, moving like hips

under dance-floor lights

i see you in those tights

and my throat gets so tight

and i don't want to sit

i want to take the hit

sucker punched by your smile

i want to breathe you in for a while

exhale, inhale, hold you to my chest

because you seem different from the rest

alone

traveling alone is a frighteningly enlightening experience

so many transient faces flicker through my view

it all ticks along, propelled, guided by some sick sense

i want to reach out, touch, grab, scream to you or you

Notice Me! Talk to Me! Validate Me! I Exist!

but i'm just another traveler, one lost in millions

disappearing slowly into electronic mist

soon reduced to my component ions

the minneapolis airport

white geometries of ceiling part

black ribs exposed, no heart

birds flutter through the skeleton

outside and in, boundaries gone

metal cousins power through the sky

carrying hundreds not afraid to die

trusting aerodynamic magic

all ignorant, yet no panic

this airport is so post-structural

designed to house imitations of nature

roost of our greatest desire, we want to wing

here lie our metal dragons, waiting to sing

Mind the Gap

between the platform and the train

stare out at blue sky free of rain

is this ole London Towne? Am i here?

i've gone so far, through planes and fear

but i guess this is it, the end and the start

left one home to find the home of my heart?

searching amongst packed masses on the tube

my wandering gaze pegs me an american rube

freckled faces, olive skin, black gloves, white hair

strange accents, newspapers, inquisitive stare

grime bumps from headphones, long toes tap

while i long for some good-ol' gangsta rap

beautiful people of all skin tones packed together

bougie britons bunched in the tube forever

unmoving, unchanging, lights flicker by

train breaks the plane, eyes seek the sky

stop. get off. mind the gap

kensington garden haikus

cheerful apathy

sometimes i don't care at all / but i always have a ball

mirthful meaningless

light ripples softly

birds float across the water

wind blows peacefully

mating birds in flight

graceful, violent, dance of life

wheeling through the sky

swan's gaze is hard

unflinching in the round bond

tougher than its beak

noble swan in trap

doomed to live in a circle

yet freer than we

leaving london

half an hour to boarding

time for some fun, let it out no hoarding

let the beat flow down the pen

let it flow like sheep from the pen

no damning here, no stopping the current

just grindin hard, tryin to stay current

up to the minute, up to date

like a lame trying to impress his girl on a first date

but you know he's about to fail, he is whack

gonna go home alone, give it a whack

while i swoop in and steal his girl

got her screamin so loud i go "damn, girl"

but here i am chillin in the airport

writin rhymes on the back of my passport

twenty five minutes till i get on the plane

here's hopin this flight ain't lame

prayin i get the free shit, maybe free booze

get a little tipsy, maybe have a snooze

if i'm lucky i might get lucky

mile high club, five dolla sucky sucky

but i know thats just a crazy dream

here's to hopin i wake the plane with her screams!

cuz here i am chillin in the airport

writin rhymes on the back of my passport

old and new

Touch

The more i eat, the more i crave
starving, filled and yet so hollow
To my food I am a slave
the food beckons, and i must follow
the contours, textures of the meal
luscious curves, succulent sweets
like a thief in the night i steal
ripe fruits and chocolate treats
fill my stomach up with food
pleasure/pain, guilt feels so good
body fed with sins of excess
but the heart feels so much stress


The End Times

Will need a longer poem than this
just know they are coming soon
destruction, corruption, fascism with a kiss
planet dies, ocean burns, sun at high noon
why can't we see what we have wrought
we won't miss the birds till they are nought

Look Around

Concrete walls are all i see
inorganic bullshit encasing the land
oh we're green - look at that tree!
like that's enough, give them a hand
killed the planet but made lots of art
destroy all that we touch, can't touch your heart

Rousseau

Man is not made for the world
that he has made
we are born wild and free
raised simple and mild
taught to kill our selves
take the blue pill

Business Man's Day Off

S and M, black whips on white flesh
mortify , exorcise, sweat and sex
watch love and pain mesh
pain, gain, chains and latex
hurt me, i'm sorry, beat me mum
oh yes i deserve it here i cum

Porn Ain't Sex

bright pink skin on skin
clean easy hard perfect great
man svelte and strong woman taut and thin
this isn't sex, wheres the love, the hate?
porn ain't real porn's an ideal
don't make you feel just makes you squeal

Stillness

silence. nothingness
float empty within my head
I. oblivion

bells are ringing

These notes they ring so resonant
Pealing melodies sweet and consonant
But sour notes can mar the harmony
Make me wonder if this song was meant to be
First contact so sweet and simple
Complicated by the smile and the dimple

Things getting complex, multiple melodies
But the sweetest songs are yet to sing
Future holds many potential harmonies
But only in my mind do they ring
Lets loose these songs to fly free
Like birds and slaves all want to be

Like you and me
Free and happy and so lovely

what is hip hop? Greg Tate knows

found this little gem while researching a paper about hiphop and postmodernism
just had to share



Buddha blessed and boo-ya blasted
These are the words that she manifested
A grim little tyke in a black pleather raincoat
She stepped to the mike and said,
Repeat after me, there is no such thing as alternative hip-hop
So Boo in the blue silk hoody pops up
Hey baby you’d be a good-looking a man if you worked at it but what the fuck you know about hip-hop?
Why he go and say that?
She said, I know hip-hop like I know your mother.
Your mother so hip-hop I seen her laying pipe in Alaska
Your mother so hip-hop she yelled ho ‘fo I even axed her
Your mother so hip-hop she thinks biz markie’s cute as shit
Your mother so hip-hop she told you, time to get off your dick
Next time you speak to your mother, send her my best

Buddha blessed and boo ya blasted
These are the words that she manifested:
Hip-hop is inverse capitalism
Hip-hop is reverse colonialism
Hip-hop is the world the slaveholders made, sent into nigga-fide future shock.
Hip-hop is the plunder from down under, mackin all others for pleasure
Hip-hop is the black aesthetic byproduct of the
American dream machine, our culture of consumption, commodification, and subliminal seduction
Where George Clinton warned us about Madison
Avenue urge overkill, the pimping of the pleasure principle, hip-hop embraces the pleasures of the pimping principle
Hip-hop is the first musical movement in history where black people pimped themselves before the white boy did
Hip-hop pimped the funk before the white boy and heavy metal too
Hip-hop is the perverse logic of capitalism pursued by an artform
Like capitalism, hip-hop converts raw soul into store rack commodity
Like capitalism, hip-hop has no morals, no conscience, and no ecological concern for the scavenged earth or the scavenged American minds it will wreck in its pursuit of new markets
Unlike Sigourney weaver’s nemesis alien, hip-hop is not the other man’s rape fantasy of the black sex machine gone berserk.

Hip-hop is James Brown’s pelvis digitally grinded into technomorphine.
Hip-hop is dope-know-logy, the only known antidote for prime-time sensory deprivation
There is no such thing as alternative hip-hop because the only alternative to hip-hop is is dead silence and we all know such silence signifies a lack of breath
There is no such thing as good hip-hop or bad hip-hop, progressive hip-hop or reactionary hip-hop, politically incorrect hip-hop or hip-hop with a message.
Its either hip-hop or it ain’t. Shit
hip-hop is beyond good and evil, hip-hop is beyond life and death
hip-hop was dead but hip-hop reanimated
hip-hop does not live on YO! MTV Raps
hip-hop currently resides beneath the noise where all the fly girlz and boyz use hip-hop as a form of telemetry telepath and telekinesis
hip-hop is how you say I love you to a hip-hop junkie
hip-hop is your password into the cult of hip-hop infomaniacs
You know hip-hop when you see it
You may not see hip-hop before it seizes you
hip-hop is not what it is today but what it could be tomorrow
hip-hop ain’t shit but everything is hip-hoppable mad flava beatable
hip-hop is pumas and a goody today but why not leather fringe and sequins tomorrow?
If hip-hop wanted to be that corny, who could argue with it but a muhfuhkuh who was faded?
What’s hip-hop today could easily become passé
Arguing with hip-hop about the nature of hip-hop is like arguing with water about the nature of wetness.
Like Bunny Wailer said, some tings come to ya, some tings come at ‘cha, but hip-hop flows right through ya

hip-hop is so far gone up its own ass you can’t even speak on it unless you follow the trail of hip-hop’s intestines out the lower end
hip-hop is the rattlesnake that bit off its own tail, then listened to the death rattle warning the head that it was swallowing up the body.
hip-hop is what happened when the black community became the
Bermuda Triangle and lost track of itself on the radar screen of Reaganomics.
hip-hop is the blip that boom-bipped then turned up to crack, black is back all in we’re gonna exterminate our own next of kin

Pink people wanna know if other pink people like hip-hop how can it still be hip-hop?
That’s like asking, if black people like
Dirty Harry is he still Clint Eastwood?
Hip-hop is beyond black nationalism.
hip-hop is not hung up on counter-supremacy because it reigns supreme like all the other dope fiends
hip-hop is half black and half Japanese
hip-hop is digital chips on the shoulders of African lips
hip-hop is black Prozac
hip-hop is if you can’t join ‘em, beat ‘em, if you can’t beat ‘em, blunt ‘em
hip-hop is black sadomasochism
hip-hop is where the hurting ends and the feeling begins or is that the other way around?
hip-hop Is how we rip off the nad aids and pour saltpeter on the wounds
hip-hop is Ralph Ellison, who once said the blues is like running a razor blade along an open sore.

If it wasn’t for black English and hip-hop I wouldn’t have no blues at all
hip-hop is my black cat moan
hip-hop is my black cat scan
hip-hop is all I need to stop
It’s time for my medicine
Time to face the music again
Buddha blessed and boo-ya blasted
These are the words that she manifested.

Greg Tate

to all the coasties

walking down the mall / watchin las chicas leavin the hall

this girl here with a phone on her ear / talkin so loud the whole world can hear

who does she think she is / have you seen this silly biz

bougie girls with starbucks in hand / slaves to their own brand

such nice people i'm sure / but they all so damn insecure

can't relate to these fools / they've all chosen to be tools

but they be the majority / so i guess i should act nicely

go to their parties and play along / take jello shots and play beer pong

but underneath its all hollow / Can't love this girl (even if she swallow)

makes me wanna fill that hole / not between your legs girl the one in your soul

though i'd love to do you too / pull your hair and call you boo

i got a love-hate thing going on / love these women hate the bullshit they be on

i guess thats why i wrote this song

a rap i wrote in class one day

fuck notes i'll write quotes

original quotables comin up like lunchables

mass produced bullshit all over your shoes

but ya'll the lunchables, i'm a sandwich

template for you - cookie cutter ass bitch

i define discourses dialectically 

while you sit around and watch MTV

i am the decider, derider, narrative driver

spit truth so quality, I am the MC

Platonic form of a goddam rapper

turnin girls on like the clapper

and you thought i'd stop there?

but i only stop once its in her hair

sorry girl, you thought I was nice

but if I recall, you already came twice

shits so good it cures all ills

call me the doctor, proscribing these mad skills

a little rappin before bedtime

jealousy trickling through my breast

old rivalry comin home to rest

but we all know whos the best

gonna let it show like a queer at pride fest

spitting quick now watch this trick

watch nick rap around the candlestick

see the words flow by, the seconds tick

crash through your skull, heavy as a brick

these phat revelations flowin down my bic

               cuz i'm so sick

yo you think you slick? 

                                  i think you better stick

to you day job, go work in a garage

fix up other folks broke garbage

while all the fine honeys be at the bars

take a seat on the side while i spit hot bars

make all those ladies crash their cars

got all these females seein stars

stars in your eyes now watch out, suprise!

time to cut it up i speak no lies

girl its time to shed all your ties

come be with me, the man that tries            To Please Ya!

to make your blood pressure rise

from where i stand, between your thighs

i can see the truth, in your eyes

what you finnally recognize

now listen to the preacher as he testifies

He is the best! The glory and the savior! Praise be to Him! Amen! Hallelujah!

"is he really serious?" damn right i'm so sacrilegious 

but you must admit it makes you curious

well i'll say what you wanna hear, fuck religion i believe in us!

we the people/you and I/we all got the power to touch the sky

so lets all unite lets all get down, do the funky drummer, act like a clown

just have some fun, red-paint the town

so lets be we like royalty,  get wild like a bush baby, go crazy, let me see

you and me

quality?

god damn none of this is quality
makes me wanna slap psychology
got me thinkin all the time
thinkin, thinkin, always in rhyme
beat you down with words
life you up with verbs
so act, work, change and improve
at the very least start to move

feel the beat risin from the floor
pulls you off your ass, out the door
couplets of grace, words like silk
taste as good as momma's milk

gotta keep spittin my truth till i die
never hit a woman, never spit a lie
my words gonna slay opression
kill depression
stop the stressin
they distressin
i ain't messin
hear the lesson

summertime fun

quietly trippin
on the grass of the lawn
meditation buddha like takes me along
where im going to a place i gotta be.
watching the earth breathe

red shoots spring next to young tree strong
new life of fire born
into the dawn
little green aphids on the page
flicked em' away, back they came

life finds a way

watch the clipped earth breathe - swaying grass in the shade


sun time

A 3AM Mirrored Joint

Fingers tinged with scent of spliff
Tobacco twined seductively with green buds
Brown admist the marijuana, life and death
Cancerous smoke drips from my slightly opened mouth
frost creeps across my window panes

Madison at night is peaceful and still
Lights blink at empty streets
A lone biker braves the cold
Do not walk

So much to do, so much to say but will it ever be said
Will it instead be lost as so much has….drifting forever on unsprung waves of possibility
Other dimensions spiraling into infinity
I could have been so many things
Am I no thing

Is that a beautiful thing? What is no thing, where is it ?
Who could it be?
Why should he be?
Why Not

Sparse, clean
Unbroken
Lines of thought
Geometric precision on the page
Tab space
Limits imposed by the medium

But oh, the potential.

Galaxy is born, red rose petal opens into space
A spot of light begins all things, trailing interstellar poetry
Waves of light and dark dance through space
The rose unfolds, the light swells
In unison, there is fusion
….bang

and then?

Words are my medium, the canvas upon which I am.
But what am i? Is there more to me than words can say
Does the story of my life exist outside of the words telling it
And as I tell the stoy of my life, who is listening
Maybe they are deaf….i must show them things

the end of the world as you know it

I am wasted potential wrecked futures decaying on the ground,
Spent seed in trashcans, empty shells in the sudan
Golden ruin in the sand, could have been a man
No direction

Nowhere to go anymore, nothing is worth it
Cynicism is an empty sort of wisdom
These days we all crave the tit
Teat of solace, come kingdom
Distraction, abstraction, rationalization, mendacity, mediocrity, hypocrisy

No one cares as the fires rage Reagan seeds come to fruition as great clouds of death

The world is a lie mothers tell their children so they can sleep at night

But we don’t sleep and we are scared
So they drug us good and happy sleepy complacent stoned cows Buddha like in the gathering storm darkness
Has the hurricane hit? Is this the eye of the storm?
Or is it the calm before…….


Come oh storm, oh electric fury oh thunderous majesty come storm to make me whole again I will ride you I have been waiting

All my life for this moment, when the whole world is in flux, shifts, ready to change. Find the fulcrum and it all slides left into that great abyss of life off the precipice of irrational number crunching bureaucratic triplicate automized automat cookie cutter living and into

The great wide open. Under these skies of blue

And when the storm hits who will give you shelter? Where you gonna run to mr. Man? Who are you mr. man why have you done this for so long to so many people.

Who hurt you as a child? Who didn’t love you? Why didn't you love?

You can’t hear me…..all your thousands of ears must be reached and made to listen and think and open up to the freshness of the world around them.

Society is like a gradually thickening scab cutting us off from the reality of the world around us till we are trapped in webs of unreality irrationality insane things that we do everyday and think it’s all fine but this plan is fucked up, we can see it, we can say it but we keep on trucking through to the promised land climbing the mountain making wealth forever and ever till the earth dies beneath our feet and our tears are the only thing left to drink

zen and the art of poetry

Zen Lunacy

"To Go Outside the Mythos is to be insane"
well that explains the state of my membrane
i am crazy, so they say, because i've chosen
that to this false reality i'm not beholden
insanity is just a mind different from theirs
well fuck their bullshit and their silly cares
regular everyday accepting no other way
while i will fight to see the world be my way
and my viewpoint is something they can never take away
                     so all i got to say:
      insanity is sanity for me can't you see
      that crazy is the way to be
                   outside the system
                                                   inside my head
           my problems i'll list em
                                                   ya'll heard what i said
 gonna advance consciousness
                                                   by posing an alternative
              way to fight the stress
                                                   a new way to live
                     change everything
                                                   One mind at a time
                          changes i bring 

                                                   one per rhyme

inspired by Robert Pirsig's "Zen and The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance"

best book ever

inspiration

fuck yea

old poetry new ideas

Flow to the beat
The pulse of the night
The crazy, jiving,
Makes life worth living
Tempo beats through your eyes
Climbs out your ears
Makes you wanna care
Ties you up and out
Holds you down and in
Cant stop moving
The beat wont stop calling
Its all about falling
Free falling through the night
No gravity, nothing pushing down
Free to dance and be
Like all the religions say
Here’s my paradise
On the dance floor
Where its just me
No one to shut the door
Freedom, plain and pure
Freedom through the music.

Lets go on a gender bender you and I
We shall show our wings, start to fly

The Veil
My wonder at the way the music moves
Your hips through the emptiness
Spreads the world out like a magazine
Open to any eyes that can see
But only yours can pierce
That veil of silence and silk

Between the world and the music

The lined hand of the servant
Spills the cup of life
Throws out the dirty tissue
Soiled with the detritus
Of five thousand years
Of human tears
Shed for the blood
Shed for the hate
Shed for the fear
Shed far and near
Those tears fill the world
Hidden beneath the surface
The old pain seeks to rise
To meet the new pain
Created with each new day
Held back by that thin membrane
Of all that is good in the world
Kindness, Charity, Peace and Wonder
Love stands strong against the pain
Hope keeps us able to love again


He wants the world to all makes sense
She wants it all to be safe, controlled
He wants the pain to end
They want conformity, peace, safety
I want strife, life, originality
The end to this era of sin
I want us all to stand up, and make a choice
Just choose, good or evil
Stand for something, stand up strong
Make the world yours again
Like it was when you were small
When everything was black and white
Make a choice, light a light
Push back the darkness
Find these great heights
Of anything, everything, something
That makes you happy, sad, strong, proud or weak
End the ambiguity, the apathy
This world is just waiting for you
To step from your safe little hole
And take hold of life
Freedom is a scary thing



Chains bind us all, blind us all
We think we are safe, we think we are in control
We think that we are right, that we are strong
We need to throw off our shackles
Heavy chains of reason, logic and conformity
Make our own choices, not those of someone else
You have no obligations, no ties binding you anywhere
Life is what you make of it
Its all a choice
So why not choose freedom, your own true freedom
Freedom is a scary thing




Now we need to find
That we are truly blind
We hold onto all we ever knew
Not thinking, we never grew
While we held onto these weights
The world was moving to new heights
Passed by the open window
We were to scared to flow
On our own we could escape
We waited for a hero in a cape
Its time to take a step
Time to make a leap
No need for faith
We can see the path
It stretches ahead
Freedom can go to your head



Where Is my heart
Is it buried under the part
Of the world where children play
Under the rainforest where
Businessmen spend their day
Or is it in the hand
Of some unknown knower
Who starts a band
To spread the power of some flower
I think not, I think that my heart
Is where ever it wants to start.






Shots blur through the dark night
Blue suede darkness, ripped by death’s flight
Time slows as the reaper arrives
That Grim ending, claiming yet more lives

We have the power to create
Why do we always have to destroy
Five minutes of hate
Can ruin a lifetime of joy

Where is life, where is love?
Is it in the feel of a knife, the flight of a dove?
Does life mean death, is pain an absolute
Draw the gun from its sheath, take aim and shoot

I see a girl standing in the hall
She looks my way, her glance makes me fall
My knees are weak, my words stall
I have no words to say, you are all
My world shrinks to a ball
Just you and me, standing in the hall

Twisted passages through your mind
I feel your torment, I scream in kind
Your pain is like sweet poison
Kills me, gives me the strength to carry on
I need to reach the center
To find the reason, so I enter
In the heart of your fractured brain
All I see is a little white crane

Eric Clapton sings of love and heartbreak
I feel like exploding, I need to make
A reason for this escape
Into my mind and my life
I look for answers, I flee the strife
Of this world, where sadness is rife
humanity is in distress
And it seems life is just a mess
I need a release from this stress.


The water winds through a barren land
Once a forest, it was felled by man’s hand
In this place, not so long in the past
Animals hunted, died to break another’s fast
The trees grew, and dappled sunlight fell upon the ground
Night fell, and it’s velvet cloak was unbroken all ‘round
Then came man with his view of reality
And everything changed, so we could be
Now the trees are gone, the ground is bare
No longer will the wind ruffle the bobcat’s hair
A land of beauty, of natural perfection and splendor
Razed to make one thousand of the same door.
That will adorn one thousand identical homes
In suburbia, paradise for those who wont read my poems
Heaven for conformity, for pain
For everything being the same.
A heaven for those called sane.


Strong silken strands
Soft in my hands
Creamy skin so white
Let me see it tonight
Lips of rich red-gold
Make me feel so bold
Your beauty seduces my every sense
Makes me feel dense
Enchanting me so well
For you, I would march through hell
Your words make me quiver
Your touch makes me shiver
Oh why oh why, cant you be mine
Oh why oh why, isn’t everything fine.


Darkness appeals to me
It sets me free
Within the anonymity of night
I can do anything, without fright
When the deep night does come
My mind begins to hum
With questions and answers
Thoughts and cancers
I wonder, and talk about reality
Out flows my creativity

Now it is night
Soft darkness enfolds the light
Blackness dispelled only by the moon
It can turn a man into a loon
The inky dark creeps along my windowsill
I look out, and let the darkness do as it will
It cradles me like a child
Makes all life seem mild
When the sun is gone
All my problems are as one
They rise up to consume me
But I fight to live happily



The world rushes in at me
So much to see, to know to do, to be
A little speck rushes past a mite
Its you and me, passing in the night
Step back from life, and see it all
Then dive back in, begin to fall
You will never hit the wall

There you stand, legs firm in the sand
Grains rub against your feet
Knees bent, ready to leap
So strong so proud
Never to humble, never to fall
Suddenly, the ledge gives way
The air whips past your eyes
As the rock begins to crumble
The light recedes to the skies
You fall, past the edge
Past redemption, past a chance
To hang on till the end
As you fall towards the spray
A flower, on a ledge
White and perfect as a snowflake
It seems to beckon
But you whip past it, fast as thought
The sea parts in the face of you
Your passage mars it for but a moment
As the ripples die away
You sink down through the sea
The bottom beckons, life is far away
Nothing holds you to this world
Save the remnant of the sky
Left in your lungs
But in a mind devoid of hope
A single petal takes shape
The flower on the ledge is eternal
Brings you back to the surface
As your face breaks the waves again
You feel raindrops on your head
The pitter-patter makes impressions
On the white flower, floating
Near your hand.

Time to write a little? Or a lot? Lets see what I’ve got!
Time to break the silence

I think so much, but I never say
A hundredth part of what I think every day
This is not the time to write, like that
It’s a time to rhyme so phat

Start me out talking bout how shits going
Like bullshit with da cops and stress every night
Sometimes I feel like every day is wrong
But I get up and go, and try to make it right

I slide through the days in a permanent haze
Not to plagarize but mos def just puts it so good
I can’t even fucking paraphrase
His words just describe my mood

Right, sliding along through the moments
Letting it all pass me by, doing nothing
I need to fucking take on my opponents
Roll up my sleeves and do something

Like talib says, just ‘do somethin’ I say how?
Whats right to do, whats right to say
Just, how the fuck am I supposed to know
Ain’t nothing in my life stays same day to day

Its all here and there, and its all change
I want to just scream and make it all stop
Stand still for a minute and address the range
Let people know I got some knowledge to drop

Tell them to do, be, think, care, share, and live right
Stop criticizing, stand up and make a damn stand
People are the power, lets flex our might
But who the fuck am I to say this shit so grand