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...

The Doldrums

To whom it may concern,

I must admit that I could never remember the days when the slayings were intentional / regardless of the many moons we stood under upon stone monuments that rose from the so few mounds we carved in droves and circles / this ashen esophagus of mine has cried just the same every day since the rain came in flocks of pillars within that trojan paper crane I recognized only as my waning affection waxed in pale star light between anvil and the hammer of a souls crescent temple / perhaps if the smoldering coals were objects capable of reflection the palms of your hands and fingerprints may have been something more familiar to me / maybe even the midnight dousing would have been some kind of sanctity promising anything I could have at least contrived as longevity / pooling in your cupped hands / slowly tiding between the metaphysical cracks and kindling / a haughty glance from the corner of our twin born eyes purple askewed admist the heavy laughing / i know //
i know if I breathe the dust just deep enough I can still black out to soliloquies we penned together on the back side of beautifully vulgar polaroids of you spread eagle and bottom lip biting //
destitute mellow and brooding are the angels drenched in triphaecta composites that visit me now and again when the lights go out and I find my skulls arrestment between the dirt and the floorboards / the heaving contractions and the doldrums / beings as separate and emotional as the speak directly and individual / lifeforms exist in as much as what we know to be sound as in as what we trust to be based in carbon //
(I learned that from you)
I must admit that what I remember the strongest is that day behind the emerald drapes when you taught me how to eat the children of the songs you sang into existence / the sustenance was more than overwhelming / so many nutrients that were almost too many providing / I never told you this but I was never capable of coping / the density and breadth of what I was growing exponentially to know as love was a landscape so vast I was scared into hiding for fear that my digital and canvas renders would be projected as imperfect deliveries to an audience of jeering emily carr graduates bison eyed and jaws elephant tusked and wide for the killing fields from days of street car grappling long since passed / New York / Chicago / Detriot / cocksuckers that brandished sabres spelt in the east coast snow the way deceptive leering shackled attic studio movie making into fits of rage turned acid blotter snuff film endeavors / the machinist fingered towards the screen while he spat of how he was always loving those women / he would repetitively ask me there there do you see? / that's what the patch teemed compassion looks like //
those memories seemingly so independent of one another / but these are the subtleties that connect the left and the north to the right and the south hemisphere / Calgary / Black Rock City / Victoria / these were the bone yards where I built beseeched and cobblestoned bomb shelters I knew for textbook certain to be capable of meeting the dose / stemming inside from underground where the blackness was complete where I knew it would hurt the least / and the most / I led you in by a fingerless hand traced the hallucinations across your technicolor eyelids and what without sense of touch or sight taught you a lesson I had learned for myself / and was able to teach the lipreading palette of awakened stone ghost hosts I had chipped from the space between knuckles that had once been slits to gain knowledge of forgotten widths of the color wheel planks now deciphered to paint two new iris onto your body / I assumed from your wanting language you had once applied be better able to see with / walk stalk hunt and make the necessary kill with / open up the throat of your captors the graduates those fingering machinists / come back home to me once and for all fuck flame and destroy that sinking left behind nothingness of a slave ship...
...but the doldrums were a rocketing downward anchor that pierced your side by surprise / drug you down to the oceans deep from where sincerely sinful and plotting monsters are derived / it was there in the crushing cradle of your own rut and defeat you yourself learned the powerful lesson of what it is like to never awaken from a dream //
while through symbiotic karma I was thrown pieces of the nightmare that came at me in fragments / a true captive of your entanglement I am pried from the safety of the bomb shelters basement the tongue cut from my mouth as I tried to give wave to your testament buried to the neck and left for dead alongside the rising tides disengaging embankment / I whispered last words and prayers I never through it all could have possibly spoke / if I had a joint in hand or an arm to raise it I'd dedicate the smoke to you and the burning weed to me / kiss the cherry and take one last toke for all the hauls I believed meant the most / a tear from my right eye would land on the sand and in it's reflection all of the true lies we spilt on one another and never seemed to give a damn / refractions of everything I'll ever be and everything I already am / reflections of the whisping smoke as it rose to the sky//
and I must admit that what hurt the most as my mind went black as I felt myself die / is that you weren't there beside me your ocean blue eyes staring back into mine / and if there was one thing that I could say in this moment I would scream for all that is holy and all that is right that every second spent without you I WAS FUCKING ELECTRONIC ON THE INSIDE //
and a life lived as a gadget harbors no happiness / at least none that I could find / a life lived as scrap metal rusting away into fragments is a life lived simply waiting for the power in the double As to subside //
so for all that it's worth and all of the nutrients in the dirt found under the grass upon earth / peace out for now to whom it may concern / I know I'll see you on the other side / where the only ocean we swim in is an ocean we know as love and pure light//

/PEACE