Where The Swing Lingers

I write poetry to satisfy my oral fixation
my hope for another generation
my aproximate detenation of ready triggers
sanctioned to be the bringer downers
behind the mask I have bannered the final obliteration

at which I scoff and ask what for?
what of the toxic omissions missoned
from a darker place inside of me
a carbon fission heart and a set of lungs
even with the energy of cold fusion
spat on me and refused to start

so what of my practices
what of my spirituals my rituals
so what of my part
I was once asked
"so what is it that we do art for?"
so I will ask myself again
"why did you start why did you take any part
what is the purpose and why is your art?"

I was once told
"once we get into the swing of things
then it's time that we can start swinging things"
and I always wondered where it was that
we had to go to find where the swing lingers
and how once we got there the swing would
reconcieve us into a womb that pulled us
into a place that I don't remember
but I'm certain I had been there before
without ever having had noticed
'til now with strained eyes sore

and the profundity sometimes belittles me
in that when I awknowledge that I had been there before
I am akin to realize that I had never left
I had never left

Fractal Forest '08 misc. transmission

I was sitting on one of those benches closer to the speakers in the fractal forest. Ya know - just smoking bowls & cigs, eating granola and hard candies while still keeping a notable physical move on the beat. Partiers-by would stop and talk to me just to borrow a light, bum a smoke, find their hoodie, or just to talk to someone for a bit. This one guy saw me loading a bowl and came over & offered to drop some hash on top. He was dressed like a clown. So he came & sat down. We exchanged names & where we're from. Let me tell you he had not but two hoots before two of his friends (not dressed like clowns) well them boys come down and ask the man (indeed dressed like a clown) if he was ready to leave. He said yup we said bye & it took me five full minutes to smoke chunk of hash to myself.

The Land Between Solar Systems

...And I take time to reappraise
my new scars under an old sun
adaptations lending lies and truth to you
about who I am and where I'm from
constantly changing as it is consistently the same burning always
a grey haze atmosphere atop a cascading maze / psychedelia
green tea lights in the purple night mahogany wolves howling
shadows of the footprints we made
the fingertips across hips we traced
lips that solar flared with such self
similarity to the universe they embodied
I envisioned the heat intensely
intent on memorizing the verse
still wanting
but the color burn is slow / so slow
that when it rolls is pulls on me heavy
I was covered in 3rd degree from neck to toe
holy / traipsed the space of grass fires
laid to follow the downward spiral
my position may have changed
but it's still the same inside my brain
in my lungs / between my nerves under my skin
the evolution is ambient
so I keep tabs on the state that my vessel's in
and I take time to reappraise
the similarities between my sweat and the dew
adaptations about who I am and
where I'm from lent lies and truth to you
we will never gather all that
we need to know about one another
'til we can banish all time but the moment
when we can come together as immediate humans
creating immediate experience under visual atmospheres
when our lovers can become our friends
and our friends can become our lovers
when we can embrace one another as partners
conscious in that we can create
a community based upon ethical and
social values that pushes us to discover
how few barriers remain between what keeps
us on the ground / what allows us hover
where there are no walls just waterfalls
of movement niagaras of virtue and beauty
an understanding of the necessity of unified
concrescence / advanced appendages fingering the nexus
with a sense of wisdom / raw love harboring duty
so I keep tabs on what it means to be a student
what labs prove on the subject of universal influence
upon the internal thoughts I claim are individual and fluid
the artistry of mathematics born from superfluous congruence
the breadth of it all often is portrayed as confusive
but ain't none wrong in the confusion
as a matter of fact I weep in a humble sigh
at that I ain't finding what I'm looking for
all I know is the hurt not the source of my contusions
but I do my best to stay wide as a student
but still even in the rain and the running
the hurricanes and the pain and the study
I am not finding what I am looking for /
/ and so I take time to reappraise
my new scars under an old sun
find myself fascinated by the land between solar systems
the relationship between the stones and the throwers
the recipients and the victims
so I be the one with a rock in my hand and a hole in my head
cuz I am not finding what I am looking for and even if I did
the questions would remain eternal / so I ain't stress the quests
stay well dressed and hope for the best keep the snot off my shoes
and shoot for the moon / cuz it's all in the fucking sky
and I'm doing fine / I'm almost there
second star to the right and straight on 'til morning

Bass.ics

You told me that I was the core temptation drawing you westwards to peaking islands and rippling waters.
Well if this is the case then 'temptation' is just another word meaning 'the glint of a blazing reason' like smoke in a fresh chamber accumulating rapidly while at the flash of a thumbs notice the pressure is easily released.
Not vanishing but instead moving on allowing new embers to stoke where a heavier denser resonance is to reside / where two seasoned and ready sets of lungs will join in a conduction instigating brand new occurrences a world of chromed glass and smoked mirrors has never before seen.

Well if this is the case then 'temptation' is not that different than 'intuition' because everything happens the way it does because it could not have happened any other way / because we understand the bass.ics of the constructs we are given with which we are to create.

And I don't know if it's all of the smoke from the chamber talking but even at a distance in kilometers of approximately 1,052 and less than 12 hours of us in the same space as the music zoomed and our bodies moved I am vibing fucking heavy on you.

And maybe it's because really we are both just children star struck and smiling at the wonderment of everything that we don't know / including each other / but just like the universe there is something that is mysterious and yet strangely familiar something that whispers the bass.ics and gestures to the possibilities of a complexified structure / organic or otherwise.

Well if this is the case then I am teeming with intuitive temptation in the face of an infernos fiery reflection / casting cascadingly caustic shadows at my backside / dripping with wavering hands thirsty for creation / the glint of a blazing reason in my eye / the bass stitching beauty faculties between us as our bodies collide / the bass.ics binding complex simplicities created when all we needed was just a single moment to know

that there was something

that we could build together

The Come Down

The table tops are sloppy / the ashtrays overflow
chair legs unscrewed / wobbly / the whiskey spilled
this time what I'd call too far away from my body
no longer joint custody / still held responsible / wrongly
my mind's grown far too bawdy feeling too alone
in somebody else's home jumpin' with so many bodies
my limbs are not my own / these lips cannot / I cannot own
too raw too tawdry / no love between 'em tastin far too salty
then why so convinced my slurrin' comes across slyly
walls are breathin' an' spinnin' like I'm in the laundry
and I wonder why I can see my ghost spryly smilin' beside me

Every time in retrospect I would tell you
that the drugs work / no doubt about it
and I ain't tryin to fill no hole just tryin'
to expand my horizons and feel more whole
but sometimes in retrospect long after the come down
I can tell you that the drugs //
they fuckin' work / sometimes almost too well

So I be faint like a crook / and steal away slowly
to that of my dose / my hook / take it in wholly
shit sir thanks for the bump / appreciated homie
thanks for the cap but I already rolling / all kinds
of shit stirring inside and movin' on through me
whoa I'm comin up way too fast / I'm kinda losing control
wait what did you say? / I can't seem to understand ya
oh god / think I copped too much I can't even stand up
better grasp onto the banister / I know it was too much
don't tell me I told ya / only six more hours 'til the drain
of the come down / just gonna have to wait this shit out
but fuck I'm trippin' balls / just prop me up against the wall
hand me my smokes and a lighter / get me a lemon to suck on
get me some water / kill all the music and turn all of the lights on
sorry but I still got no clue where I am / I do not know my location
I'm experiencing and afraid of every thought that I am thinking
falling apart one piece at a time with every shallow breath I'm taking

just six more hours 'til the come down I know that I can make it
I know I won't swallow my tongue 'cuz I can taste the damage
I know my brain is bleeding but I don't know if I can manage
because I don't know what time is because right now I got
the consciousness of a goldfish and as far as I can tell I've
spent my entire life in a birdcage locked away and banished

just six more hours 'til the come down
just six more hours 'til the come down
just six more hours 'til the come down
shit man I think you need to lay down
hold on / just do the best ya can and wait for it to slow down

just six more hours 'til the come down I know that I can make it
I know I won't swallow my tongue 'cuz I can taste the damage
I know my brain is bleeding but I don't know if I can manage
because I don't know what time is because right now I got
the consciousness of a goldfish and as far as I can tell I've
spent my entire life in a birdcage locked away and banished

every time in retrospect I would tell you
that the drugs work / no doubt about it
and I ain't tryin to fill no hole just tryin'
to expand my horizons and feel more whole
but sometimes / long after the come down
I can tell you that the drugs //
they fuckin' work / sometimes almost too well