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

to offend the honor
of humanity
does not lessen
the love of many
or the power
of harmony

no government of killers
represent me

no tribe of murderers
represent me

no superficial deceivers
represent me

no demon-seeds of diabolical deeds
represent me

no heartless hypocrite of freedom
is fighting for my vision

i curse any murderer of innocents

i conjure badness upon any demon

karma will catch the spirits of the wicked

may a million foul acts befall all evildoers

may the stench of misfortune follow the wicked and their families forever

their sarcastic laughter will one day choke them to death

the haunting day of monsters is soon coming

holy is the name that reveals the humble soul

sacred is the dirt, our Earth, our sphere, our spaceship

sacred is every life, every plant, every tree, every grain of sand

sacred is the air, the water, every element, the infinite aether

sacred is every sound, every silent moment of every conscious state

repel every racist/fascist idiot

repel every oppressive maggot

repel the bastard genocidal destroyers of planets

putting Obama
under their hypocritical microscope -
all their political positives
become a running joke

two-faced racists
with their lap dogs and snakes
have become hi-tech and sophisticated
but remain human fakes

soulless and twisted
inflicting oppression and pain
the stench of their presence
ever remains the same

may a thousand djembes
celebrate your name
let the city of dead bodies
be purged as the rhythms ring

always upfull in i-sight
ever offering encouragement to the art
acknowledging the music as our life-blood
recorder of the Druid Hill living heart

the ancestors will welcome you now
and deliver thee from this pit
rise up, Rasta, rise up
ascend from this filth and shit

i fear
no other worlds
because
the only monsters
i have known
exist on this world

monsters: murderous and relentless
monsters: warring and careless
monsters: ruinous, rapists
monsters: torturous, duplicitous
monsters: kidnapping, body snatching
monsters: any face in any Earthly place
monsters: of all colors and cultures
monsters: greedy and incompetent
monsters: judgmental and ignorant
monsters: hideous and incompassionate
monsters: always inharmonious

how many of us
consider ourselves survivors
of this poisoned, polluted,
unholy place?
how many
of us
consider ourselves
righteous?
how many
of us
who remain
are conscious?

we all
are a damaged
people,
and maybe
the damage
is irreparable

who are these beings
once human
who have degraded,
de-evolved, zombified
infected into
lower orders of life
maintaining a human form?

killing humanity
killing the honey bee
killing the planetary family -
monsters

the only monsters
i have known
are all
of this Earthly realm

i hold to the vision
of Eden
i seek to evolve
and be higher than human
but this cannot happen
with blood on my hands
it cannot happen
with blood on my hands

i hold to the vision
of Eden

“Once the religious, the hunted and weary
Chasing the promise of freedom and hope
Came to this country to build a new vision
Far from the reaches of kingdom and pope”
-John Kay/Jerry Edmonton

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?

we need an
underground education
for the rejuvenation
of a freedom nation

we need an
underground education
for the revitalization
of a freedom nation

we need an
underground education
for the regeneration
of a freedom nation

proper and improper propaganda
has stained the truth through manipulation
has chained the people to confusion
has drained the world with the power of illusions

and through it all
the line of the Ancients continues to remain
positive / negative harmonik flux
evolves in the cycles of changeless change

never give up
enlightenment
never give up
higher intelligence
never give up
the chance
to coexist
within
a peaceful firmament
each one
reach one
teach one
be
at one

the nation of leeches
surrenders to its weakness
as openness and progress
has always been what has saved us
but now the smiling face
and the stab in the back
are at the apex
of a collapsed stacked deck

all of the racists
and all of the fascists
vow to protect the slaveholders
who have done nothing but slap us

they may kill at will
and blame it on drugs
taking all the dirt of the earth
and sweeping it under a supremacist rug

evil is a circle
that can never find
the infinite rewards
of the endless Creation Line

evil is a circle
that serves selfish mortals
who trash the Earth
who extract the sacred life from the body
who waste the air
with their vile presence
who are not deserving
of the wondrous treasures
given by the eternal cosmos

it is time
plain and simple
to separate
the good from the evil

cowardly chickens
of racism, religion, and skin
have brought this world
into an era of terrorism

humans allowing themselves
to degrade and fall
into becoming lower
than animals

it is the sound in the mystery
that i listen for
it is the vision through the void
that has no definition for being poor

it is
the dance i do
it is
how i get through

it is
a meditation each day
to keep
the demons away

it is
the insight of the visionary
that lifts every burden
no matter how heavy

it is
the sound in the mystery
rhythms of endless elevation
and eternal harmony

it is
the dance i do
it is
how i get true

it is
the trance of blue
it is
how my Soul and Spirit grew

it is
the dance i do
it is
how i get
through

it is
what
it is

don’t let nobody scare you
with that bull about the coming
of the anti-christ -
look how the whole world
has become
not so nice