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Street poetry is defined as:

Is a form of urban poetry which is characterized by its use of slang and/or use of language that is traditionally used by oppressed people or small groups;

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Sunday, May 29, 2011

Exact place

I see the exact place, some say I am out of place,but i am in the right state of being, no sense of space, time has run out, it is dead, nothing exists but the freedom that we once had, imagine to live a thousand years and a thousand years more, no more asking your age, the number one killer is old age, but we accept it, like the increasing lines on our forehead, the life planned out for us we dread, we are dead if we believe their heed, if we give them our power, hour after hour, believing in their sour lies that drip from their eyes, foul cigarette smoke that they blow out their nose, the enlarged prostate and ego, trapped in an ego driven vehicle, a cycle always been recycled, but I stand firm, plant my feet in the green earth, and raise my hands to the sky, nothing can break  me or shake me, sit and meditate in front of the tidal wave whispering I am not afraid

Meditate 1

I sit and float on the highest mountain peak,
I peak over the clouds and look around,
then up, I see the stars, then down, I see the earth,
side to side I see the curvature in the horizon,
then I look inside,
I stare in wonder,
one with the moment,

I sit and meditate,
thoughts like kites floating away,
feelings passing by, like the cars passing you by,
flashing and moving pictures, like toddlers in the playground
in the blink of the eye, the moment stops,
the cars stop, the kite freezes, the kids stop moving,
everything is frozen but the trees,
the branches sway, a sweet rhythm,
I walk in circles, to confuse my compass,
fuse mind and body, the clock melts and drips on the grass field,
time is prisoned and the mind is free from the cage,

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Supreme

It is like I had to fall, to take that plight, to fall from grace that night, silently I hear the criticisms, trying to make me quiver in my position, but I know their mission, and I know mine, like a gold mine, I hold those missions close, like the arrow near to the bow, I let go, never be slave to the system, seeing the chains on my hands, but not chained, can anyone relate, I'm not one to imitate, I'm the one to stimulate, and release third eye, let the words fly, off the page, can you gauge how much my thoughts are engaged, intricate word play, I let the words say, and let my hands think, connecting the missing link, on the brink I sit still and listen to the universe think.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

I am the thinker

The people tell me to get healthy, told me I was skinny, that you have to be thick to get some bit$%s, so I fell into it, what they call the game, I sold my name, I forgot where I came, but I guess you gotta go that route, you have to take that bite, swallow the pill and pray to christ, that this obscure method, where you follow their method, where you chose to erode, the beautiful landscape that you were born with, so you sell yourself for a cheap price, and chose vanity as your vice, the biggest ego lays in the most ignorant beliefs, the road is steep, but sometimes you have to drown in the deep and look up at the beacon you once stood from, so you start back to square one, hopefully you notice, remain focus, meditate and remain in the higher state

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Don't say a word

Slowly sinking in gin, stinking of cigarette smoke, but then for one second, the moment froze, alkis would call this a moment of clarity, against the wall of the club, isolated from everyone, red head phoenix grinding, non stopping wining, drunk of wine and gin, bend over, skirt pulling over, red high heels, a highlight reel, the way she slithers like an eel, a perfect feel, round and round like a wheel, I hardened like steel,
I steal her from the club, driving drunk, buzzed, feeling brave to drink impaired, she was drunk as well, one hand on the steering wheel another across her thighs, she looked at me drunk and said "was I alright, did I dance nice?", I replied, you were great, time to get home it is getting late, rainy, drizzle late night drive home, we get through the door, she smothers on the bed, she dances and teases like a whore, a geisha in love, the moment stopped again, touches herself from her neck to chest, then hips to thighs, dimming the light, I can't fight, she struts, shakes her butt, on her fours like a mut, and then we make love, to endless moon, flashes of images, she whispers in her ear "don't say a word", blurry, twisting and turning, alcohol in me burning, yearning to explode, like a cannon, a candid moment, making love on top of the highest mountain, a lonely terrain, make up and lipstick stain, satin sheets, she clutches me deep, her nails digging my back and neck, ear bites, neck bites, I can fight, she can't fight, making love till the fall of the night.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Trouble sleeping

i toss and turn at night, I talk when i sleep at night, that's why i write so deep, it gives me sight when i sleep, like a  single candlelight walking along the long dark cave at night, the smoke puts right away to sleep, it closes my third eye when i sleep, thats why i can't sleep, counting sheep, what do i do when i reach infinity, i drift into a place where i have never been before, it is 4 in the morning, it feels like it is 2, but dreams are where my body stays and sleep, it is where the mind roams free, the third eye turned on, no time, no space, nothing, our connection to the unknown, the unconscious mind awakens, walking on the lake, everything is blurry, i walk on water and sail into the harbour, i walk up a little pass 2 plus 4, my feet are dripping water all over the floor.

Stop and think

It would be nice,
to really experience life,
to sail to somewhere today,
to an island that still has not yet been named,
stay on the beach and lay,
all day, to where the sun is out every morning of each day,
feel the ocean beach spray,
when it is done, sleep and do it again the next day.

What a life,
I would die for that,
risk everything for that,
why not?
you're gona die anyway,
why not struggle a little,
dream a little,
meditate a little,
sing away the pain of yesterday,
dream about the rainbow tomorrow,
and wave goodbye to all your sorrows,

No more getting up at 5 am to be at work at 8,
no more boss bitching when you are late,
no more unsatisfied check,
no more regrets,
no more winters,
no more traffic jams,
no more slavery.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Inner peace

proclaims proudly he is proud, he is on a cloud and is never going to step down, always holding his head up accompanied with a frown, a dislike, a fight with his inner light, blind in broad day light, days to nights he fights, so he just might, meditate to figure out his fate, life mistake, lost in the lonely lake, he sits alone and sedates, alone with the moon he waits, the forest breathes, inhale exhale fog rises like a ribcage, caged in his own temptations, peace is only in meditation, moon falls as the night drifts, fades away into a new day, he sits and meditates, om is the word of praise, the days suddenly crumble, he separates from the maze,he laughs at the puzzle, he finds tranquillity in this state, his only saving grace to this plague, he discovers time does not exist, he begins to live

I want it so bad

What do I want so bad,
the life that no human beings would dare to have,
to retire by 30, what a luxury
a true meaning of wealthy,
because I never want to struggle ,
to get out of this economic consumer cycle,

To learn french,
to see where life and death begin,
to free myself from societies stench,
to peak into my soul and find the origin,
to free my mind everyday, to live every second like it was my first
and last, to be free, that is all I ask,

That is the task,
the road ahead is hard,
imagine to bask,
in a beach very far,
to not wear a mask,
not needing a car,
just freedom to drive me,
that is where I want to be,

I will do my best to be free,
loosen and free myself from these chains,
cuffs, no sense in wishing for luck,
just an escape plan,
I want it so bad

Friday, May 13, 2011

Friday night poem

pitiful critical,subliminal minimanl, animal, franatical pupeteers, blind monotheistic, twisted word linguistic, savage instinct, bullshit politics, ticking time bomb,when the guns draw, head chopped off with a hacksaw, dig so bick causing lockjaw, see saw, yee haaw, anorexic and a heavy weight on a see saw, stomping on this government with an bloody paw, can't they see the ghetto, thats living so cold, in a blind, senseless society headed for hell in a blink of an eye you see, but you don't see cos you are blind by the bull on the tv, you buy the shit cos it looks good in tv, and you want to look pretty, well sweety, pretty is underneath, as we speak, buried in you, at the highest peak, at the lowest shores, dig deeper, see the light in the door, walk closer, what you see is a poster, a twist like travolta, a mist, where your reality and ideology meet, as wee speak, inside creates outside, revolutionize, insitutionalized education isn't the only option, self education is growth, a measure of your own worth, birth and death at the same time, one in the same life time, a birth into a world of joy, divorce and death from the material, shedding a new skin, new beginning,

Government! Government!

The streets is polluted,
blind government,
paid puppets,
burning our budget,
what is more important,
the ghetto or a jet?

The pharmaceutical industry is greedy,
they feed me,
medicines that kill me,
I thought they cared,
they choke me,
I need air

The insurance tricked me,
I thought they secured me,
they secured my life in a chamber,
promised to catch me,
bunch of liars,
they laid the hot stones on the ground,
they told me to walk the fire.

Thursday, May 12, 2011

Time... what?

Where did yesterday go,
I don't know, I can't hold it,
where is the future, like did the past,
It went by so fast, but only in the present,
we are present,

Time does not exist, like our separateness,
we are one, like the moon and the sun,
the word 'begun' and 'end' don't exist,
a thick mist, I walk, into the unknown,

Where was I when there was no 'I',
as the clock ticks,
flashes across my eye,
this world's tricks,
worries, I use to cry,
but now I know the trick,
now I rebel, like a spy

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

A wish

a glimpse of you is all I wish, a wink, staring at your window pane leaves me in pain,
walking pass your doorstep,
it is 12, i should leave, but something makes me want to stare,
to a bare silhouette across the moonlit balcony you have me,
lost, a ghost that longs, a lonely walker, night time stalker,
an imaginary lover, you have me hypnotized, it is so late at night,
I should leave,but something inside won't let you be,

as silence would be, another day with no you in my life,
as lonely as can be, another day without you by my side
as dead as i can be, oh so lonely cathartic night,

forever staring, forever wanting,
forever hurting, forever viewing from the street side,
using the street light as my only vision,
place my hands together and pray
and keep on wishing,
that I may be at your doorstep someday

Monday, May 2, 2011

No longer a slave

They put braces on our ankle,
we try to move and mangle,
a sea of locks unable to untangle,
we are shackled,

Searching for the truth,
it seems so obscure,
no matter how obscure,
it is a powerful cure,
a cure for our insecurities,
the perfect immunity,

The government put a gun to my head,
the government place cement on my legs,
pointed the gun at me and said,
feeling the cold barrel on my forehead,
be a slave or be dead,

So I obey,
whatever they say,
call me a slave,
I just want to live the dream,
they slip me a pill,
put me to sleep,
sedation is an easy way to
prison our will,

But I woke up,
I saw the light and chose to get up,
see money is not evil, nor is it good,
merely a tool,
think of it as a key,
more money more keys,
I'm searching for the door of freedom

Shackles

Legalize it! Legalize it!
They scream as they synthesize it,
see the size of it,
no origins, all hybrid,
they make you fly like a bird,
high, mind twirls,
alpha waves pass you by,
fly, and vibrate in your mind,
our hidden genius that the government
tries to hide,

Education is stronger than prohibition,
giving these drugs to our children,
see coke makes us broke,
heroine destroys our arms and veins,
screaming inside, shouts all in vein,
can't escape, mind and body chained,
raped, trapped and locked,
a museum, drug filled mausoleum,
a prison, no wisdom

Keep them afraid! Keep them in the dark,
revolution lost its spark,
the politicians bark, and hark,
but we still travel through the dark,
through the maze shouting 'I AM not afraid',
through the labyrinth,
the Minotaur exhales a thick mist,
fate blows us a kiss,
the next generation sits and waits,
our freedom, waiting for our great escape
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