my treasured collection of Okayplayer artists
Morehouse:
baby,
tell me every end of the world is the same,
seems like i'm drifting to you even when
i'm not moving,
has to be something divine about
the tragic comedy of our circumstance
(doomed angels burning each other's wings
for a glimpse of love)
for you girl, i'd chase the sun
i'd chase your dreams, place mine
under the bed to collect dust,
never becoming real, a collector's item,
forgotten.
you make pain worth bearing, make
22 feel younger than 21. the rest
of my life is no longer behind me--
you're the feeling after leaving
college, an unspeakable sadness
and pure happiness, the itch
while writing a poem--
genuine complication.
and now it can't be meaningless
all the answers we give ourselves
because we always ask more questions
and we only stop moving while in
each other's arms
sing that song you do
with your eyes, the one
where everything stops and its
just like the first time
i saw you, almost suspension
of time only i can hear you
breathing my name
(the colors are coming together
and falling apart so endless the
beginning never stops)
baby,
when i leave you
to be born again
collect your tears
with your dress
know i'm on the other side
of the clouds
planting flowers
waiting for your face
to bloom
Gee:
Yellow light reflects of magnolia walls
A new beginning? A blank slate for all
Thinking.
Does anybody just stop….
For a second,
One, and
The slow beat of time
A syncopated rhythm of life
Paradiddle,
Two drums, one beat
Why?
The simple question loved by kids
Looked down at for asking later
Why am I here?
What is my purpose?
Surprise!
You’ve work to do; you’ve reached the magic age
You have to vote, as it’s your duty
What do you mean it’s the least worst system?
Surely not a double negative
You’ve not time to waste, time is money
Even so called spare time as there is so little of it
Every second counts
You’re not a student anymore
Time is money
NO
Time is an illusion
Sixty seconds is a human construct
Chaos exists
Look around and what do you see
Lives
Who built the walls?
Who painted them?
Who made the paint?
Who invented the psychology of colour?
Who? What? Where? Why?
Especially why?
I see the faces of the old cursing their age
Their wasted youth and their lost time
I see the young wishing to be old
Putting away childhood earlier and earlier
Another construct
There wasn’t always a time for play
Only time when you can afford it
I sit here typing, wasting my time
Well you decide?
I exist
Why?
To be
How do you know?
I think therefore I am
But if you’re an illusion, sense can be fooled?
Then I am fooled and doesn’t matter
We come to a solution
IT DOESN’T MATTER
Scale is the key
Sorry?
Scale is the key
If you are not individually important or responsible what does it matter?
Answer=Everything
If not what then how
How you lead your life?
Are you responsible to God?
Who knows but why not act like it anyway?
Every action has an equal and opposite reaction
But do we?
In a time where people commit atrocities of such magnitude
But there have always been atrocities
Do we change?
Yes because life is change but only within boundaries we can comprehend
Balance
Ying and Yang
The greater good
Karma
Being
We do because we can
We chose when we can
We eat food from a damn can but that’s just semantics
A trick of language and a basis of humour
A flavour if you wish
So we eat from the banquet of the day only we don’t choose our food it just arrives
Sometimes sweet, sometimes sour but always…
Always?
No such thing
Tomorrow might not.
Who says today has to end
Who says these words
Will?
But
One
Day…
I see, people,
Smiling
An audience
Hearing the tap of rhythm
For a moment seeing the experience of life in a drumbeat
Of having all those thoughts in a seconds moment of complexity
Or perhaps simplicity
Like a paradiddle
Left Right Left Left
Right Left Right Right
Two Drums
One Beat
A single moment
Of …
PG:
Ayo ayo Nya nya ya missed me
I pissed a sea of mystery
clearing passages like antihistamine
Bust a rant I'm mr. Mean
Mr .men
the motherfucking king of the lions den
Tossing Christians to the beast
Ya crusading bastards can take your mission east
Ladies I'm here for your submission please
paying dues like administration fees
steady and constant no need to recondition the steez
straight forward through any blowhard
come on y'all spit spit something mo hard
Cause soft shit held aloft with wit cause a coughing fit ya choking on repressed reality
Stressed by depressed chi falin free
sky high fly by with no parachute you die
where you puke you lie
Plug dimes in the juke and cry
broken songs and records you could never move to
Spoken wrongs and text shards that do not behove you
You see the throne and you gonna remove who?
Take a look at the evidence in the meta sense and realize how the Proof Grew
Court disaster
the sport of bastards
cohorts and masters
spit against me and that be the reports last heard
For you to try mangled against this Bermuda triangle
is just a call to death's true angel
I ain't looking to spit venom on hapless fuckers
I just gotta keep hauling of verses aimlessly like mapless truckers
BANG! a shot in the dark
Muzzle flash strobe reality stark
across my mind green light fades into the past
Seeing red inside the fractal of my mind spits a final syllable the last
I got a mountain of stones with nowhere to cast
glass house shattered I sit alone a black kettle
boiling inside with steam... condensation which will not settle
Internally I combust
Cut and give infection with dumb rust
inactivity leading me to the crucifixion of my own nativity
nonsense
no sense at all
look not for a reason here
I simply ramble and rattle of insanely in the hall
Heal this mind I think is something not even slightly in the realm of the possible
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