“there it was, without a face,
and it touched me.”
-Pablo Neruda (Poetry)
who listens when the winds speak -
when the waters cry
all bodies
of friction
and creation
have voices
we
as beings of thought-forms
of the feeling foundation
of extension and expression
must attempt
interpretation
existence triumphs over time
over timelessness
who cares how
matter/anti-matter feels -
everything matters
our minds
are cosmic clocks
hands telling time
fingers pointing
to the stars
mediums
shaman
building arks
liaisons
between the Sun and Space
making things
from nothingness
building machines
from the collective emptiness
light
is our instruction
to structure
our sight
insight
tree, roots
branches
leaves
seedlings
writers of the Soul
recorders of the Spirit
are we
never stop thinking
of how capable we are
at being capable
of building
our dreams
at being the antennae
of the universe
at being the guardians
of planetary harmony
blessed with gifts
to bend elements
to blend dimensions
to extend
beyond the body
to transcend
ascend
descend
beyond the ordinary
let us pour out
the syrup of omni-sensitivity
from our bodies
from our trees
from our inner-ness
of infinities
September 1st, 2010
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“You can ruin music by trying to explain it. But there is value in trying to describe what you cannot necessarily explain. While the difference between explaining and describing is subtle, it is important.
Art is not just to be admired. It is to be thought about and discussed.”
-Walter Kolosky (Power, Passion, Beauty)
classik i-story
classik all laws
laws of Sol-Sight
Souls Height
darkness eternal
infinite light
duo-principles
see Ra all
the mystikal rite
the equation continues
to hone the healing forces
waves of energy
aural audio audacity
the hands
of Spiritual Warriors
applying the Sciences of Love Power
fighting the good fight
through every wormhole
and necessary battlefield
we guide this vision-ship
mapping the mystery
posting the impossibilities
of the amorphous, spatial family
“From the moon we all look the same.”
-Joy Harjo
August 1st, 2010
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“Your savage mind
Has made you deaf dumb blind
Your savage heart is tearing you apart”
-Public Image Limited (Dias,Edmonds,Lydon,McGeoch,Smith)
“So much careless Ethiopians have gone astray
So much careless Ethiopians have gone away”
-Toots and The Maytals
How many Moses’
do you need?
We are used for target practice everywhere
because of wicked deeds –
because of what you fail to see
When will you take heed
and obey the natural laws
respecting all who live and breathe –
when will you take heed?
Or are you a species of morons
destined to struggle forever -
destined to suffer and bleed . . .
color means nothing, all are responsible
for what starves, and what feeds
How many Martin Luther Kings
do you need?
How many Malcolm X’s
do you need?
How many Jesus’
do you need . . .
to put into practice
what you profess to believe?
the sacred ground
that provides
sustenance -
the same ground
that provides
our food and drink,
you desecrate
and trash
with waste products
and bleeding bodies
from filthy hands
and filthy thoughts
and filthy lives
self-hating, self-annihilating
abusing the Earth, abusing our Earth-bodies
surrendering to the Genocide Machine
surrendering to lesser beings
participating in societal suicide
following the pop culture of colored lies
self-hating, self-annihilating
Earth desecrating
not relating
to the higher, alter-consciousnesses
of Cosmo-Creating
into the meat-grinder genocide machine you go
as devils decide what is cool
and you are too ignorant to escape the diabolical flow
helping to destroy what remains of the righteous school
self-hating, self-annihilating
anti-educating
diabolically manipulating
selling your souls
to the niggers of money and slave-mastery
selling your souls
to the higher niggers of airwaves and technology
breeding
the serial killer society
contrary to the history
of a harmonious reality
and ancestral prophecy
self-hating, self-annihilating
how deaf, blind and dumb can you become?
where
is your healing drum?
no wonder
you worship conflict and murder
and your lives
are empty and meaningless
and the city
is turning into shit
stop being the construct
of the minds of demons
make your way
to the eternal inside of you
clean up
keep the positive word up
stop waiting for a savior and
be the savior you are waiting for
you are nothing without your Soul
fight for it, never give it up
it is your most precious entity
it is your light to infinity
and make this city
the jewel it was meant to be -
an historic, resounding place
representing the best of the human race
August 1st, 2010
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“A Certain Beat
A Sudden Chord
These things charm the mind with veiled enchantment
That lingers long after the song is done.”
-Sun Ra
an opening
the Soul Eye
that sees
beyond vision
Spirit Vessels
documenting
the feral freedom
of impossibilities
the earth/air
cannot hold this sound
the water/fire
cannot define its power
an inexplicable element of the aether -
it must be released
to venture through the infinite void
the breath of Space
the face of the Sun
always the next us
always the nexus
connecting eternity
Livicated to Baltimore Artscape 2010 July 18 - Exotic Hypnotic - Performance w/ Aaron Martin and Britton Powell
July 27th, 2010
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foolish ones lesser felt
manipulate symbols mash bodies and objects
raging cage reserve of higher animals
brightness and pattern at stupid speed
they film the black hole they created to consume themselves
speak visions no lonely weakling
alien birthmark surfaces the cosmic railroad
beware, these heathens, they will sell you out for a coin
prey on the poor, weak, cowardly actors,
pimps for hypocrisy, vampires of the highest vermin
the planet is sucked dry of its essence
the Sun, the Soul, the Spirit no longer matter,
just the selling of your wares, and stealing from others
as thinking for yourself has become a shocking experience,
punishable by death
everything you break, the spirit can mend
missiles dispatched do not harm the oxygen
state secrets no mob-government can transcend
destiny isolated from infinite robot senses grins
cosmo-deflector shields prevents wickedness from coming in
american children waxing above time must find
their way back to the New World direction in kind
their thousands things broken their frames in pain
johnbrowned-malcolm-xed-jacked-robbed and martin kinged
without human beinged they may forget the tribal game
drone wars flew swine into every zone
sister galaxies are puzzled by the heathen phone
combustion parasites divide the solar home
fred hampton oscar grant laugh at hitler clones
morons dance to the beat but cannot understand the songs
plaster crackers doggie doo
continue to wade in the cosmik goo
eyes wide closed, stereotypical boogers clog the nose
stimulus patricians & plutocrats powder, piss, and pose
the outpoot smells and sometimes the input smells too
do not let the absorbing, inclusive, expansive mind scare you
the true intelligent life-form knows nothing alien but ignorance
“rendezvous with america” should be standard reading, or suffer the consequence
in your hermetic healing closets, have you anything to spiritually enhance
wayfarer, dare you engage in discourse, chance, dance?
June 1st, 2010
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