“men of war, begone
That’s how I wanted to start this poem, in Afghanistan, in Iraq. This seems to be
the thing people are saying”
-Christopher Ketcham (Notes From September 11)
the true, sick puppies
will know the real humans
of the New World
by their deeds
having learned by
reading the lips of liars
and manipulators
seeking to protect
the oligarchs and oppressors
and the agents of greed
i saw him
with dictators and tyrants,
shaking their hands
smiling -
i saw him
supporting racists
in stolen lands
smiling -
and when
those demons
came back to visit us
via major symbols
of commerce and power
turned to pus
i truly overstood the meaning of not trusting those
who do not trust enough
smiling spook
backstabbing deity
who never represented me
and my kind anyway
October 20th, 2009
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” ‘Cause when the city drops into the night
Before the darkness there’s one moment of light
When everything seems clear
The other side, it seems so near
What seemed wrong?
I think it’s gonna be just about right
Before the city drops, the city drops
Into the night”
-Jim Carroll
makers of slaves
robbers of days
robbers of graves
robbers of night
left or right
black or white
this is where we are
mainly compressed
into honing our arts
of happiness
if we can survive
the best of our worst
and the worst of our best
here in the last frontier,
the wild, wild west
if we are a creative threat
to the heathen-nest
then we are put into a box
as they pick our pockets
with parking fines and gun shots
red light cameras and other traps to spot
it can be a realized dream
or just another wicked scheme
bring to it what you see
make it your base station for being free
for these are power-landmarks of history
living, dying
for the city
“They wait in shadows and steal the light from your eyes
To them vision’s just some costly infection
But listen, you should come with me
I’m the fire, I’m the fire’s reflection
I’m just a constant warning to take the other direction”
-Jim Carroll*
*James Dennis “Jim” Carroll (August 1, 1949 – September 11, 2009) was an author, poet, autobiographer, and punk musician. Carroll was best known for his 1978 autobiographical work The Basketball Diaries, which was made into the 1995 film of the same name, starring Leonardo DiCaprio as Carroll.
October 1st, 2009
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“see what the man have done
done
see how the red blood run
run”
-June Jordan (Atlantic Coast Reggae)
it is not up to you
to see
the beauty
in me
wallow in shit
sooner or later
you’ll smell like shit
wallow swallow wallow
all your life
an’ what do-ya git
what due-ya
git
you smell
like shit
it is not down to me
to see
you be
ugly
judge
by deeds
by fruitful
seeds
i don’t live
for you
do what you
do
judge how you
judge
swallow
the same bugs
the whole
cosmos is greater
than this
dirt ball
mortals who forever reach
only to continue to
crawl
i reach i
seek i
teach to
be part/parcel/particle
of the
infinite whole
fuck
da bullshit
October 1st, 2009
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“Listen, listen, history’s not over
We’re still standing immaculate and deadpan
We have muscles we haven’t used yet
We speak in languages you’ve never heard”
-Urban Verbs (The Angry Young Men)
death to niggaz
death to nazis
death to niggaz
death to nazis
death to all morons
who do
not see
that evil
is not
a color
October 1st, 2009
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mental minerals a song conjured
forging into your belief question
Strange inversion challenge jump key
suspect superman asks that weapons cooperate
section crystal detected side effect screened barbaric
distract the ghost for not thinking
magician sent our wings over water
another prompt mundane horror
across space good side effects almost friendly
viewscreen bleeding extremely
They plunder pregnant with spectacular evil
infected spacecraft fallen design death civilization
Black wormholes skimming binds pray regret
ugly red in haste abstract blooms with meaning
shambled judges foolishly uphold manufactured falsity
they circled arrow explore confused edge of time
magic statement guardian finger represents the free
mushroom cloud mirrors straight up gangsta
terrible adult branches break human glass flesh
impassive bronze tablet embraced
weapons headman looked into star behind first aid contact
trajectory diversity heretical offshoot
cybercosm level officials sound the fear whistle
unafraid android masses pro bono aino
floating pillows aggression suffocates war
walking future silent machines carving out hearts of fascists
Life appeared assumed irrelevant doors of bone changers
continued images transmit that which nurses emptiness
deep knowledge waits before nature always
soon hostile orbits merge healed by love
wildflower bravely remembered looks from aether/ghost plasma
name not the politics of the day
barren lands urge intelligent rebellion
criminal radars struggle with dialect abandonment
brilliant drumming preserves the last rocks of the world
thus danced fireflies
straight beneath national militias
outworlder astronomical units calculate
natural massive extinction sheds its weight
none beta to await any serendipitous fate
October 1st, 2009
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