HIS hisses like miscarriages
takes loving words like disses
mulled over like slumlords like marriages
like he don't know the difference
between backs of hands and kisses
less like mathematics
more like thugs hits in the crisp darkness
permissive like taking lover's swords
to teutonic submissives
fall to the floor in a manic steez
buckles and collars never electronic
but a brackish breath phonetically they breathe
to my arrestment not surprisingly
all things literal seem a lot like analogies / lately
as of late me like barracudas and pikes
the pope himself and the next door dyke
the swing and the hit / the miss
the feedback on the mic
the drift between shutting the hell up
and screaming something that at least scares myself
directly under the head of my lucky strike
like reaching for the thirteen
but only ever achieving the twelve
still I hope I found what I always wanted
my heart the hammer the hieroglyphs the level
the shelf like what with A-bomb impact
like morse code ripples like mischief magma
hot spots I've delved / the sulfur pools
still but non stagnant
like hotels neon signs full flicker but not vacant
like eyelids dome over empty space where the eyes lived
not a victim even as eyeless cries can I get a witness?
like treason like the convergence of seasons frees
every man woman and child can exist without grievance
like fried chicken pleases every milado / that's me
that's you / that shy cat slinkin out the back door
feelin' left out / perhaps lonely
but man should know you're never alone
wherever be one introvert there's two more
just around the bend beyond the corner
lookin' to bust out excrete their soul
share their sores and together we can all soar
hands are oars stroking the subversive like
the now reminds me of the when
the has been reminds me of the end
like I can become all things to all men
only then the like becomes the is
I'm learning to take the loving words
like what they are / as love
ain't no disses
like I don't need adjectives anymore
to describe what from love slid
what love said what love did
what love meant
like love / I just is.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
FLiP
I'MA Flip my priorities 'fore I spit my authorities.
Contemplate the majorities 'fore I underwrite their moralities.
Curb whomp and blaspheme my own for the sole sake to bend back the bone.
Watch the clean steam burn the skin.
Embrace the truth of my disfigurement.
To reveal the tones nothing is permanent.
But I still have sewn scars that dictate the permanence of my exponential consistence in the harvest of my betterment.
a lone forest I plant as a metaphor my state as a hip-hop punkrocker in search of the wandering home I can befriend.
My permanent residence.
No I cannot stop wondering what'll happen to the rest of me.
I shovel slop 'cause I know it's in the dirt I'll discover the best of me.
Know I don't care if it hurts.
Watch me spit rhymes even during intense torture delivered in spurts.
Set me on fire and before I can tire I will swing my head back and still show you my worth.
I live as I die.
I heal as I hurt.
I am high in the sky as I am brooding in the mirth.
Cursed but not hexed. Earless but not deaf.
Taken rhyme as a token
warmly stolen but not theft.
Bled out of quantity never of quality
never a haughty worry and no mess.
Sightless but still blessed.
I don't need to speak. I don't need to stress.
I'll slaughter a thousand to show you the creation that's LEFT.
Contemplate the majorities 'fore I underwrite their moralities.
Curb whomp and blaspheme my own for the sole sake to bend back the bone.
Watch the clean steam burn the skin.
Embrace the truth of my disfigurement.
To reveal the tones nothing is permanent.
But I still have sewn scars that dictate the permanence of my exponential consistence in the harvest of my betterment.
a lone forest I plant as a metaphor my state as a hip-hop punkrocker in search of the wandering home I can befriend.
My permanent residence.
No I cannot stop wondering what'll happen to the rest of me.
I shovel slop 'cause I know it's in the dirt I'll discover the best of me.
Know I don't care if it hurts.
Watch me spit rhymes even during intense torture delivered in spurts.
Set me on fire and before I can tire I will swing my head back and still show you my worth.
I live as I die.
I heal as I hurt.
I am high in the sky as I am brooding in the mirth.
Cursed but not hexed. Earless but not deaf.
Taken rhyme as a token
warmly stolen but not theft.
Bled out of quantity never of quality
never a haughty worry and no mess.
Sightless but still blessed.
I don't need to speak. I don't need to stress.
I'll slaughter a thousand to show you the creation that's LEFT.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
A Fire's Coma
Passed out in the cold of your days
you left your last note for us to hold in our veins
passed out in the cold of your days
you left your last note for us to hold in our veins
I know people die all the time but you were never supposed to
dwindle live off of my fire don't spindle
into a space where you're incapable of complaining
you never shut off the lies before
that's the truth of the matter don't matter now
just speak to me / say to me anything devoid
regardless of any scores we had to settle
any sores forelorn now not what's testing our mettle
it's the kettle of your body I'm certain we both feel pinned in
but I understand I can never fully understand the difference
'cause I'm feelings haughty
and I'm sure you're feeling haunted if anything
the ghosts are battling
crackeling against the walls of your rattling breath
contest for what's left
of your dripping best in show courtesan rose fluids
rows of tubes imbued from nostrils and mouth / hot holes
exhume from your wavered invaded no longer so sacred chest
don't stress
the chemicals will act as they're supposed to //
blow. through. vampiric daylight.
dire. mating. left me here.
faux. color. out of sorts. pint of beer.
circular but not connecting you strove / too hard to circumvent drunk on spirals I wish you could have known how to bend to the winds of my love / arteries only collapse when shoved / I wish you knew / I wish you wouldn't try so hard if not I might know you do / clogged hops hipping come on and sit up pop / you awaken with break neck speed / lucidity only means that you get you're dreaming / hello father / good bye daughter / farewells fuck like peace and empty titles / sign the deed / extinguish the death of flame in the reflection of a clockwork's face your time remains unbeknownst subtly obscene and idle / farewells lift luck like elephants onto one quarter inch mantles / I am an unsettling sabretooth unhandled mammals that size sure cannot rest on the weight of a one life stain / tell me what's the pain / what's the song / what went wrong / where's the manhole / dendrites of your supposed to's fractal my presence into old dreams where I wept into the canals of the mind's maze / passed out in the cold of your days you left your last note for us to hold in our veins
passed out in the cold of your days you left your last note for us to hold in our veins.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Let the Blood Clot
The verdict is jettisoned derelicts conscious of their right to life and individual licks whisper wet like what with one single breath / understood what's underneath the stretchered hood of righteousness / indignation subservient with a harsh lisp / tongueless with a single kiss / you hope the silence is blessed / wrists creak loudly enough for them to become words an utterance you can make out over the buzz but the mind sighs fuzz / coddled ambiance microscopical ambulance / now let the sirens take you / don't raise a single nail / or lift the plank / you've failed to file / down the layers breathe deep and all ways stale / let the blood clot / the stress escapes like screams and steam / a team of waiters deemed my organs clean / while bored and waiting but what they mean is that your veins are empty as the streets beam light white blinding / bending broken in the knees melt into the concrete juxtaposed along the glass store burning building reflected in your half full eye I seem to see mine / and I am afraid / and I am afraid not that there is no difference between us now but that there never was in the first place / I lose a sense of my in/div/idu/ality / my control of chaos and whatever was random / today is what I miss the most / let the blood clot as if there is only ever tomorrow / in the present future the human with no body is king nobody is king / so let the blood clot / nobody is king nobody's asking / let the blood clot let the blood clot / I am not me and today never existed so the wound remains clean...
...let the blood clot.
...let the blood clot.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Why I am Monogamous
So i was talking with 'tasha last night and said some things i dont think ive ever thought about quite in this way before. I feel the need to expand on those thoughts as I believe they are nutritious mind/soul food for all of you as well as myself and 'tasha.
You do not have the right to say that I am yours
and I do not have the right to say that you are mine
But I give you the privilege to say that I am yours
and you give me the privilege to say that you are mine
and since some times we do not feel as if we deserve the happiness
and love we feel for and from our partner so this privilege is truly an honor at all times
because we are only ever in this because we want to be
it is a choice to give an aspect of ourselves
an aspect of the power allowed by our individuality
to the means to an end (or endlessness) of a complete circle
when we are honest and giving of our power to our partner
we find that we harbor and exude more than we ever thought possible.
and i know you would not be mad if i fell into temptation and slept with someone else
but that is not the point
it is not the fear of your disappointment and anger that keep me from doing so
I stay my ass out the temptation pool because I recognize that my feelings for and want of you are deeper and stronger than my carnal lust because I know that inside my mind regardless of what my cock may say sometimes I don't want anyone but you. you have given me the privilege to say that you are mine and I honor that.
You do not have the right to say that I am yours
and I do not have the right to say that you are mine
But I give you the privilege to say that I am yours
and you give me the privilege to say that you are mine
and since some times we do not feel as if we deserve the happiness
and love we feel for and from our partner so this privilege is truly an honor at all times
because we are only ever in this because we want to be
it is a choice to give an aspect of ourselves
an aspect of the power allowed by our individuality
to the means to an end (or endlessness) of a complete circle
when we are honest and giving of our power to our partner
we find that we harbor and exude more than we ever thought possible.
and i know you would not be mad if i fell into temptation and slept with someone else
but that is not the point
it is not the fear of your disappointment and anger that keep me from doing so
I stay my ass out the temptation pool because I recognize that my feelings for and want of you are deeper and stronger than my carnal lust because I know that inside my mind regardless of what my cock may say sometimes I don't want anyone but you. you have given me the privilege to say that you are mine and I honor that.
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