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InvisibleCosmicJokeM
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Poe-TreeHouse
    #592815 - 03/29/02 02:27 PM (15 years, 1 day ago)

i overslept
a series of minature dreams
fragments between intervals of groggy time

but i didn't want to face it
i pushed my head into my pillow
and dove back under

i'm lying in a stranger's bed
i can't sleep, i just want to sleep
an old wolf stands over me in pajamas

"i need something to relax"
he says "sleep is the best narcotic,
you need some Head Clear medicine"

bruised ego, i conjure up the clever
a moment too late he, jumps out the window
of my restless mind

Satori jump flash train
bash me in the head
with lucidity, absurdity, a fool to a prankster who's been balling me

Sink down to the very bottom of Thee
Master of the House awakens from lobotomy
to spring clean the mess up, fess up, and nourish me

Shamus, ol' wolf, come back to me
wave my hand theatrical, ritual
faith shaker vortex, Eris applauded me

detour, ride through my mind
oneup my ego, a point for the deceiver
or another lesson of the master plan Conceiver

i thought i was awake as i proselytized
to the ol' wolf who shares the passions
once entertwined to my mind

that i quit cold turkey for mystical philosophy
and lsd and being a hippy
fleeing truer visions of my birth right

not fully perceived, but at least once partially belonged to me
conceited, i professed, i posture, discrediting the past
until his howls cuts me off, "Bullshit!", jarring me awake

to a passion cut loose that will set all Free
~
scary shit
connectivity
stale relationships
based on sentimentality
eternally pacify me
but my karass remains
ready to set me free
on the ride of my life
if i recognize Thee
but the flighters or fighters
dominators and submissors
rationalizers and moralizers
pin down all creativity
keep me fearing survival or
tangled in emotional immaturity
pragmatics and tabbooers
boring the hell out of me
keeping me comforted in the physical
fundamentalized lethargy
but those traces of my peoples
keep shining out at me
dissolving illusions for mere moments
a daunting possibility
that i just might get
everything i'm lookin' for
on this trip
is what we're living for
no more detours
~
stretching my voice muscles, thoughts that rustle,
for they seem louder than all else, so that i can
no longer think straight. i pull out both ends of the
noodle until it unwinds, and let my noggin yawn
out loose psychic energies. i'll stretch my mind,
just to show who's in control, and make it louder
than before. drown out everything else, for moments in time,
so that when i let go of exercising control, a rush of warmth
ensues my head that says: (my) attention, hear this: you can't captivate
me! capture me or strangle me or dangle me
at the expense of anything else here and now,
for that leaves events i perceive fleeting, passing right before my eyes
without witnessing. "you got to speak for yourself!", sings he,
as i scribble this down on the back of a beer
label on the top of a bar stool, downing my ambrosia speedball,
watching a quarter fall into a shot glass beside my
head, i feel myself exercise my desires before they can be fed.



you know, i used to think Ram Dass' teachings were more
important than the reflection in my glasses of her red dress and
curvey figuring shaking the beats on the turn table. i used to
think there were these predestined things out there that i needed
to look hard at to gain insight, and trivial rest could slide. i really, really used to think
that some things deserved to be louder, that the nature of music was more beautiful
than the echo of her voice or my eyes meeting the hard-wood floor.

but it's all music, nature is music, but not the physical, i pray - whose nature, man?
whose nature? my thoughts can be an instrument that i play too loud, and i can't hear the
rhythm of her voice instrument, so i stretch my thoughts and expand consciousness to tone down my mind so that
it can play in harmony, i become in synch with the floor and meld with it all.
~

Flippen Science to baptize the appocalypse of time taken break the wake of craddling hunger...
I sleep well at times-
Inhale the vines of primal inhibition the situation demands recognition beyond comprehension...
I light a candle low to tempt reflection-
Yet I be the host of retention through a justified leap of colors painting the sleepless mothers...
I have brothers that look away too much-
Holding back the recepters burst servants of daunting memories dreary haunting past telepathy...
There eating at my head in the dark,
How can I sleep fast enough to guard this cell+
I fell into the tomb of plightless inhilation.
Jesus keep your voice down I want a word of my own stop letting them barge in I'm
thirsty1empty1longing
for a song that cannot be heard with infringing ears or unemotional tears...
If they want to watch this sacrifice tell them I'm just longing to go home
And leave it at that with the prayer to not pray again to reach into my body to feel spirit my skin is worn
to the brim I'm feeling something else but cannot see...
I'm hurting for the eternal wealth but cannot breath.


Theodore Kerr
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posted Thu, Mar 28, 2002 (2:05 PM)
REPLY
man, sometimes we forget priorities
the first that every man and woman must breathe
with ease, but in a world of consuming mass technology
it's easy to neglect survivals necessities
and though we thirst for the Answers
we fills ourselves with caffeinated sodas and cigarette cancer
but you can't raise your mind and dangle in the sky
like a helium balloon dancing with the wind
like the infinite spirit soaring so high
when your primal body's in a bend
peace, brotha

p.s. a big smiled, wide eyed Theodore Kerr wrote me a poem one night at a party in the summer.
i remember you giving a poem that day to a girl just 'cuz she made eye contact with you on the streets.
and i remember sitting in your car in the field listening to break-beats.
and blow-penning abstracts...
at the time, i would have never suspected your poetry would have grown into jewels like these.
peace (CosmicJoke)


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Everything is better than it was the last time.  I'm good.

If we could look into each others hearts, and understand the unique challenges each of us faces, I think we would treat each other much more gently, with more love, patience, tolerance, and care.

It takes a lot of courage to go out there and radiate your essence.

I know you scared, you should ask us if we scared too.  If you was there, and we just knew you cared too.


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Re: Poe-TreeHouse [Re: CosmicJoke]
    #592891 - 03/29/02 04:01 PM (15 years, 1 day ago)

Thanks!!!
It was a nice ride.........


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Re: Poe-TreeHouse [Re: Tannis]
    #594041 - 03/30/02 10:59 PM (15 years, 9 hours ago)

If you enjoyed that, goto www.saulwilliams.com
these are just some of my writings from the poe-tree-house
an online forum of excellent poets
who appreciate saul williams (poet, hip-hop artist, mystic, actor ---go watch Slam--- NOW----) peace, brotha


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Everything is better than it was the last time.  I'm good.

If we could look into each others hearts, and understand the unique challenges each of us faces, I think we would treat each other much more gently, with more love, patience, tolerance, and care.

It takes a lot of courage to go out there and radiate your essence.

I know you scared, you should ask us if we scared too.  If you was there, and we just knew you cared too.


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Re: Poe-TreeHouse [Re: CosmicJoke]
    #596393 - 04/02/02 12:28 PM (14 years, 11 months ago)

Psychedelics connect yourself
with an old Shaman
who danced for clouds
millinea ago, so that
when they finally came,
raining you into existance,
He would live again.
Thus, truly your Living Self
is already dead. Then will
you still sit on the edge of your seat,
frightened for the outcome of a lonely
journey spiraling down narrow
ledges of a Mountain Side?


--------------------
Everything is better than it was the last time.  I'm good.

If we could look into each others hearts, and understand the unique challenges each of us faces, I think we would treat each other much more gently, with more love, patience, tolerance, and care.

It takes a lot of courage to go out there and radiate your essence.

I know you scared, you should ask us if we scared too.  If you was there, and we just knew you cared too.


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Re: Poe-TreeHouse [Re: CosmicJoke]
    #596541 - 04/02/02 03:17 PM (14 years, 11 months ago)

I'm Fantastic
My words are like elastic
i wrap verbs abound nouns
and stretch sentences into plastic

it's like em to the phatic
acro to the batic
like friction leads to heat,
bad diction causes static

i break my rhymes into fractions
and into particles
i use the present tense
then switch the verse to the past participle

my articles precede my adjectives-
i had to give a vowel away-
now i don't got none left
(i'm at a loss for words)
i must report this theft!

cause i'm not hardly, even partly,
interested in YOUR grammar
pull the rug
release the plug
and snatch the film from out the camera

i go through phases
i write my lines in stages
i put tropes within quotes
and bust narratives out of cages

my pages place parts of my poems within parameters
my pencil is like a stencil as i sketch out these diameters

i beat wack poems then stack cracked clones into concrete
i riddle holes in syll-(a)-bles
and think up thoughts on the down beat

because the prose that i compose controls
my foes and flows alike
i strike a pose
when i rock up on the mic


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