Collapsing Box

The mind is a cube
for it is always in it's simplest form
where it is needed the most

the heels of my palms are rivers
blue blooded and creasing connections
between us on the deepest frequency
these are the threads capable of meeting the dose

soft hands in an eggshell I had most deep inside myself
when I finally found it touched me true and I knew the beauty of the cube
for the very first time it hit me broken between the eyes punch drunk
off the fear that the only thing in life that is complicated
is the illusion of lies / there is always enough
to my arrestment the mind unfolds like a collapsing box
soft hands bloomed from an eggshell in front of me then
all was purple as dawn and pure as a river blue
at that moment I knew fireal I could never deny this truth

of the few lands I have seen and been lucky enough to lap up the coast
it was whatever ones that were underneath my feet
that became forest fires and taught me
to love my body in the heat of the roast
of all the muscles in me meant to build
from blinding speed until the sun dipped down to trip hop slow
it is the north encased in bone that allows this beat to swarm
of all the muscles in me meant to build /
it is my mind that I am proud of the most

Prague

The hour is up
but I still got an inkwell full to the top
ain't through sweatin' dirty
ain't done scroungin' in the mud
far too much growin' in the scum
the pond ripples with a bass driven love
if I have to I'ma drown in this tide pool
I now call the land that I come from
if I have to write a suicide note
there won't be one
as soon as I landed / shot off again
I was already there and too far gone
there for a while but not too long
for death it follows me
thankfully far off in the distance
it can't even believe the radiant shades that I am leaving
the tools the device / it is the nightmare / the savior
even in my dreams told of the bringer downer
clinging to it's thunder hunger
my sanctity my longevity my destiny
I've been taught in the crafts of hands
the hope stain / under the remnants
of the art that still remains
detained violence contained in creation
the segregation of myself / the blue drop
hip-hop in the pouring rain can't stop
dew dropped 26 minutes ago now he's convinced
that he can talk to art a part of the hope stain
stained glass monuments smashed waterway into revery
chapels we danced at / the saints in windows
they seemed to speak to me
I hope what god meant was the victories
I hope what god meant was the rest of me
I hope that what god meant was the virus
unaffected by sanctity
safety within the diseased places
that once had ate the best of me
glancing in haphazard angles
'til there was nothing left of me
and the nothingry is no animal
i am incapable of putting on it's knees
i know where it sleeps / i know where it stalks
i have heard it talk and i know of it's plans
it won't come from a train
it won't come from a gun
but my death'll be
cuz I ain't comin up for air
not one
breath

so bring the stress
buff the base of depression
bring down the submersible
20,000 fathoms
bring all the freaks with rainbow streaks
mouths of iron / cat traps / frustration
bring all the goblins and let 'em hang
cuz shit / I already left 'em

not
one
breath
46 & 2 half crooked steps
a mile to the quarters edge
4/4 notes over the canyon
music's my delilah call me samson
dripping in a falling pattern
there's so much more room
once you pass beyond the ledge
expect it to come hot and heavy
enough steam and moving dust to bust the leavy
the typhoon's the worst when the wind is steady
I told y'all to expect it
so why ain't your eyes on the hedge
please believe when the bass subsides
I'm on the next flight / a plane called Hammer
we nicknamed Sledge / mos def
this is breedin' a common experience
the sound in our bodies / our fuckin' deliverence
90 sets of lungs not seizing
this kind'a enjoyment the brand ya call serious
everyone who steps by they all wanna play wit us
so bring your own pair of lungs
bust out the aerosol da' lighta's an' drums
everywhere from the suburbs to the slums
we all come together under a banner
we call the perfect storm
whatever the weather
is immaculate weather
hail in our eyes / don't matter
we gotta song that's gots to be sung
calling chants that never drop the beat
swollen mouths upon harder stance
the place is packed but
the owners never built no seats
just 4 walls 2 decks and a ceiling
massive fans an' air conditioning
to douse the peoples dancing
trashing / crashing / breathin'
celebratin' life as weapons we wieldin'
a whole strobe effect of swingin limbs
noddin heads shilouetted by flares near off /dim
til the next pyros blow through the roof
to where the oak tops go / the four of pentacles
the ten of long poles / knockin' back strong bow
just we know how/ drinkin' it in
slanderous / like only we know how
let me show ya how / how we go blaow
tell me sooner than tomorrow tell me now
did ya hear us when we grabbed our gats
blew the street lights out
flew to the summit of this dance shaped mound
don't know if ya saw it but certainly ya heard it
town to town all around and in the cities
the echo of it all was so loud it rang in our ears til midday
when sun came out and when the sound went away
the only thing we could think to do in the silence
was sing away the negativity cuz positivity it refines us
and so we sing

bring on the stress
buff the base of depression
bring down the submersible
20,000 fathoms
bring all the freaks with rainbow streaks
mouths of iron / cat traps / frustration
bring all the goblins and let 'em hang
cuz shit / I already left 'em

Light a' Sound

So here's the deal
there are no maps in my cabinet anymore
for the lands I do not know there is no need to chart
I'ma grace the darkness in shapes you'll only recognize as the new art
and twist my cap 'til the sun comes up
bounces rays of light and sound offa the sequoia tree sap
and I find myself sippin' bacardi as my lady takes 'hold me
so clean but oh so dirty / light up the dub give me a second
to inhale deeply and lean back onto you
my love are the pill I pop the ecstasy I cop
your scent makes my vision blurry
so I hope you think my cataracts are sexy
that the scratches I leave are lovely
that the tracks we carve exist in a space
where the clouds reside around our knees

please believe that I now know how far I'd go to be artful with you
I'd starve myself 'til my ribcage shows
just so you could see how brightly my heart glows
how deeply it beats with every palpitation
for the beauty we'll grow in the garden in the sea
where thrown stone ripples are just the first breathes and dreams
of tidal waves that'll bring us together show us home to the bed of roses
where all alone we'll not be afraid to scream or take it to the streets

the vinyls will spin
writers will spray up on brick walls a piece
to commemorate the moment when art bloomed
as these grooving souls came to meet
under the moon high at noon
when we came to converge
under the back slid and none too soon
dropped beat skipped down and out
my lips against your mouth

so here's the deal let's create let us elate let's lean back
let's meditate on the shapes they'll only recognize as the new art
and twist my cap 'til the sun comes up
bounces rays of light and sound offa the sequoia tree sap
and I find myself sippin' bacardi as my lady takes 'hold me so clean but oh so dirty...

Speakerbox

I did it.
I finally fucking did it.
I've overdosed on music.

I'm an angel now
floating just above my body.
I can see myself sitting there.

You can look in the ocean
you can search in the river
you can check in the moat
but sure as hell as you won't find me.

Dumbed out on acid
propped up against
a 7ft. speaker with
90,000 watts of sound
blasting out around my body.

You can look in the ocean
 you can search in the river
you can check in the moat
but you will never find me.

Lantern Lit Paths

In a forest full of stages
it's always brighter where the music is...