24 Nov 2005

Aph, or Art or Isms

the Revolution is not being televised. (Gil Scott Heron is present tense)

I am a shameless victim of Chronic Reality.

it ain’t hard to hate, Love Hard!

if the truth hurts I’m a masochist!

i think
therefore I am
a thinker.

explanations convince ignorant people they are right.

a theoretical reality… a theory (relatively)… e=mc squared. (a poetical reinterpretation of Einstein’s theory of relativity.)
evil = a square master of ceremonies.
(and conversely)
live = square ceremonies mastered.

life>nature>experience>thought>words, Reality>applied mathematics and
Nature>EnronAnderson!

times square is corporate sponsored reality.

God is trippy and Jesus is a hippy.

noone has won, one is won, defend noone.

Parental Advisory – Explicit Concepts
all thoughts reserved.

if inspiration could be regulated it wouldn’t Be.

the serpent eats its own tale.

swiftly master…bait ignorance!

Sanity is an agreed upon reality.

think of the collective Karma in Money ~ Oaxerai ~

American youths break their backs working for an unenlightened, hypocritical, frightened, has-been, adult Minority. 30 and younger holds the joys of life. 31 and up should be caretakers and guides.

the Righteous Path all ways takes the first step in the Cosmic Dance.

we are merely masters of the obvious.

you have the option of not thinking about what you say.
it’s called thinking aLoud.

New York City thinks life is a video game. So does Las Vegas.
America pretends noone loses.

the machine owns the people and this world is already taken.

logic is love’s misguided tool. ~Owen~

sanity slips by as certainty rolls on.

minutes are so minute!

Irish ire is unstoppable.

Divisive spirits strengthen Defense!

Silent Thunder steals shows.

Slap steel and caress Bark.

a professed Liberal is someone who is proud of finding new ways to argue about the same old shit.

when two people speak an Element called REAL is created.

impossible is an impossible word.

impossibility is politicalization.

Before I was earth, then holes made me Indian.

really mean mutherfuckers live in worlds already protected by Love.

a lot of people shell their hope, others grow it.

Barabus still wants war and so does Bush.

in america, "land of the free home of the brave", humans are fined coins and time for holding herbs.

sliding on the surface of society does not require ideology.

why is it embarrassing to know I Want to suck clam?

if i didn’t love you couldn’t stop me.

Each of us is constantly channeling energy. This is true of all life within this Universe… this Babylon… this Earth. i speak not of life elsewhere as Hear life only exists in Ideas.

An eye gets from A to B quicker than most of time.

suck on the tits of life too long and you’ll fuck your mom.

like any human made tool, words have their limits. Western Society rejects this.
the oldest symbols give the freshest perspectives.

jogging is hard to do when your on a
laZboy with surround-sound on and the sneakers and shorts are down in the car.

Beck is a folk brother of the knew breed…
knowledge with patience, wisdom with kindness, sincerity with poetry, truth in Action.

sexy means fuck me if you dare, or show me how.

speech means fuck me to my face or care, or noone is there.

dance means fuck me with your stare or join me.

fucking is you fucking me fucking you as we fucking be cum as… won.

masturbation is finding a rhythm with your fist and your fucker
just to forget that you long for another.

freaky is what parents are afraid of.

if you wonder why the freaks are freaks, compare them to the streets.

time is the A of this alpha bet.

Nature means any object or event inhuman in origin, or how one is,
or both.

Humans are a result or production of Natural Earth. That’s a free will.

Wisdom survives Doubt.

You’ve gotta believe it to see it. ~CD~

mental health is as sick as ideas are never ill. Or dull.

what is so hard about listening before judging?

the reason Capitalism kills Freedom is that money creates legitimacy before society can see truth, while Reality exists before cash.

humans are born from living rock, which we ignore, which it deplores.

humanity is a virus created by trees too proud to stop swaying.

justice lies just in us while freedom lives just to Be.

the JahWay is to bring night into day and day to night.

my dreams aren’t paranoid they’re just Real strong.

Dance before sound, behind eyes, tapping on heaven and hell, look too.

Baby Boomers were babies at booming while gen X marks the spot
while caged birds sing alonside Nature, just like all ways.

in no breath is God held.

When your house is on fire, your servants the master, your money the prison, you’re scorn is your death…
hug a Tree.
then Kiss it… i sometimes use my tongue.

Communication is simply symbols and their cymbalike echos.

Kodo drumming wins world wars.

Sage burns like pine and smokes the smell of God.

Scents are time-machines and Sound bends time.

Laws exacerbate time, good moods Heal it.

time is a word for rhythm not rules.

time is Buddha too.

time does not recognize time.

the acknowledgement of a ridge brings calm to the viewer.

fuck me under starlight on cool sand, then I’ll roll a j, skinnydip then lick till you stop me.

what did the pirate say? “Eye Sea, I see!”

the unity of beautiful babylon babies is a body mind experience.

I hate the State cuz we’re afraid to gyrate without drugs.

hey mr old white man, remember the GOOD OL DAYS, when ten black licorice Nigger Babies cost 5 cents? Yea?
well fuk u too.

whitey’s poop propagates Babylonia!

while Whitey is racing for space, Earth finds disgrace.

vampires eat garlic all the time.

white poetry is like "Merlin straight from Berlin" ~L.S.P.

mystics think a deck is always shuffled.

God can make friends, people can’t.

Beautiful Babylon Babies Unite !!!

This Blog existed after Bush II "the lesser" stole 2 elections, before Google ate Blogger,

This Blog existed after Bush II "the lesser" stole 2 elections, before Google ate Blogger,
Love Trumps hate.

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Poetic HyperLinks Defeating the Impossibilities of Peace

Also sprach Zarathustra to the brothasistahs lost out in the woods…
Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of whose dream?
A stairway to the dark side of the moon reveals an orchestrated King
singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
Who’s influence weens us?
Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
and we are all refugees of courtney’s love attaining nirvana….
But then again, you’re so vain, you probly think this poem’s about you-
we are everywhere and we cannot be beaten
it’s all over now baby blue, all we need is Love
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