Words with thorns

How many are we, all suffering are we? yes we are, so distant from our hearts that we throw bows and arrows, violent words because of  a mind that is so narrow, how do we get to this small vision of a sparrow, in the world where fair is foul and foul is fair, then damn, how are we suppose to rise up, when we take one step for good but  ten steps back cos these morals are holding us back, the system is fucked, I'll admit that, but what do we admit to? when the hate comes from within us, so deep that it clouds our vision, makes us spit words of hate, and the love that was once so warm on our plate vanishes, these feelings are damaging, how can we even imagine, different sides of the human being, but what does it mean to be? to be free, freedom, like a coin, two sides, love and hate, but without the coin there is indifference, we have made our currency the current state of our humanity.

Welcome to the circus

Welcome to Myspace, where your space becomes their space, but I thought it was called myspace, computer servers stalking myspace, Welcome to facebook, the book of faces, all you have to do is sign up and in, profile pic and once they have it, they've successfully booked your face, into a file folder, where no one knows of, welcome to the television, it tells the youth their vision, the vision teller, now its hard for people to make decisions, welcome to university, a uniformed type of learning, similar to facist and eugenics, softly insidious, welcome to university, take your money in exchange for a degree or a diploma, like 4 to five years of concious coma, welcome to polycratic capitalism, where izms and schims are the rules of the land, the people have purposely placed their hearts in the freezer, now its hard for them to express thoughts any clearer, welcome to specialism, promoting fragmentation, never making the mistake towards a great fallacy, division of labour, where they divide and conquer, no unionized workers, truly divide and conquer, my stomach is grumbling, just like the other 99%, no compassion

Marshall Mcluhan and Andre 3k

Verse to addi

Flashing lights go by, blazing through the night sky, so lovely I sigh, blink with both eyes, teary eyed, like squeezing lemon lime, always number 1 but never a prime, cos past your peak you decline, and im never doing that hard white line, only smoke the spiritual ganja, that makes everything betta, as the smoke wraps around you like a sweater, words manifest into letters, thoughts amplify into images, the cerebral cortex, but dumb guys say “which whore is next” or “which to pour next”, it makes me vexed and stressed, that’s why I smoke the indigo, so I can let go, take off from the roof, I’m gone, poof, like magic trick was all it was, and all it was, was the past present and future blending into one, I am the mindbender, bending the minds of the pretenders, make a vortex when I place em all in a blender, but I practice ahimsa, that means no violence mista, Filipino rasta, smoking that pasta, always being a masta, never a slave, who am I? a king making minimum wage!

Goodnight

I can hear it calling me, pumping through the walls in the corner of my artery, what is not to see, the windows are painted black, the weather is under the weather, cool tension in the air, starring at the ceiling, mind is drifting into the lair, deep in thought, trapped in a stare, looking at the bed from the opposite side of the outside looking inside, blowing smoke following the breeze of the streamline, floating like the 7 seas, 7 chakras, 7 energies, one entity, fragmentation causes autoamputation of our entity from the community, yes truth is in me, living in the city, so famous many, intelligent random auditory, dry patient waterfall, goodnight....

Move wisely

We are in situations, invisible bars we live in, call it forced incarceration, see these walls, dividers, physical limitations, living in the opposite of vacation, vacate, funny when they alienate, when were the last ones to proliferate, but back to the topic, yes, we still have to solve it, the problem is so simple, but it continues to evade, wonder why so much incarceration, when draconian laws call for criminalization, they only crime committed is speculation, faithless education, insidious work, continuously jerked, wait until we pop and revolt, everyday unscrewing programmed bolts, in my skull like knots, Im ready to crack the egg open and let everything be exposed, yes, the only way for revolution, the collective consciousness, wake up, peeling away like the banana, my eyes opening the channels, life is challenge, swim through the channels, life is a game, I know who is behind the panel, you can fly like pan am, but read the small print of the banner, ying and yang move in tandem, wise never move at random,

Money is not evil

The day is done, mine just begun, the world took a dive, my life spun, into a vortex, where to go next, when your ancestor's kingdom turned into a swamp, all the reservations, invisible vaccinations, in retrospect, all their ideas where so alien, life in hospital but I am not it's patient, dealing with the masses, I still stay patient, debating is useless, when their psyche hasn't evolved yet, the world turns so fast, like a corvette, college drunk, like what's to pour next, lost in the jungle, like which door is next, trapped in the shark's jaws, caught from the ocean floor, snatched but we are numb to know it, starring at the window cos I am a poet, what is to do next, when the media protects, images of the guys who flex, and women that spread their legs, and businessmen are treated like gentlemen, and who has the most capital controls the capitol, and who has the most money is the most magical, godly placed on the pedestal, it is not the money that is evil, it is the material