Every time I see her I become weightless
like a soul hovering in light
a feeling incomprehensible
as my heart is taking flight
her face, a lovely mirror of her soul
a rough and tumble woman with a touch of gentle light
a loving caring angel with wings as black as night
her eyes closing sway and curtsy gentle as a feather falls
simultaneously possessing the charisma of a woman who's got balls
She is Hecate and Athena, she is Magdalena bold and fair
She is the only of her species, she is a flower bright and rare
her lips entrance with soft curvature along her cupid's bow
her snake bites hang like punk rock prayer flags upon her lip below
her gentle eyes could paralyze one as Medusa's stare
I have not seen in life or dream another quite as fair
Her blackened hair with midnight glare forms perfectly on her crown
I imagine it feels in my minds eye as soft as fleecy down
her nose proportional to her face as a statue of Aphrodite
she carries herself as nothing else but as a woman, strong and mighty
Her punk rock charm reveals an anarchist, a rebel, plain and pissed
with a spiritual side that is mystified by a cloud of memetic mist
I'm tired of people
being biased against people
being biased against people
being biased against people.
Why pick a 'side'?
They are all right.
So they are all wrong.
If I ever had to pick a side,
the only side I would choose
would be sentient beings.
We are here on this planet
as guardians of all life.
Not to bicker.
Why copyright a song when there are only so many chords to play with?
Mathematically, a song I write tonight will be fated to be written again in the future.
Whether or not I ever show it to someone.
Why copyright an image that has already been stolen?
If I painted a chair, I did not create the chair, or the method of painting,
the woodsmith who designed the chair took the design from another.
We cannot own music, and we cannot own art.
We cannot own sound, and we cannot own inspiration.
Just like we cannot own the wind or the sky.
O4I is Artists coming together to help the community,
People organizing to Inspire others.
O4I is Music, Poetry, Art, Dance and community.
The collective consciousness of the world sprouting into vibratory sounds of Inspiration!
The Cherokee had a single word to define Bringing people together to help the community, Gadugi.
O4I is Gadugi.
O4I is a spark helping to light the flame of positive growth and change.
Activists, artists, artisans and farmers in holy matrimony.
O4I is concepts, intertwining and intermingling to form a beautiful pattern.
Drawn together by will alone.
O4I is a Memetic Entity.
A living spiritual thought process evolving with the carbon based spiritual beings it encounters.
O4I is as strange to you as it is to me.
I didn't create it, yet it did not create itself.
O4I is a community art project in it's first stages of evolution.
The more you contribute the more it will grow.
Photo of me at the age of roughly fifteen.
When I first really got into punk I was roughly 13 years old. I encountered many elitist punks who made me feel like I would have to give up alot of loves like spirituality, The Beatles, folk music, and basically anything happy or beautiful, or else I would be shunned as a 'Poser'. Later I realized that it was they who were the posers all along. Being punk is not about being an elitist snob who decides what is, and what is not punk. On the contrary, punk is based on Anarchistic Idealism, Freedom from all boundaries of categorization, freedom of choice, opinion, and creative expression. Punk is about breaking boundaries, not setting them. That is what attracted it to me in the first place.
I don't dig people who think 'optimism' is like some kind of cult. I am too pessimistic to be classified an optimist and too optimistic to be labeled a pessimist. My cup is never half empty or half full, rather, I fill it up to the brim, drink it dry, and fill it again after I piss.
do the hundreds of thousands
of tortured souls
of the chickens
Living their lives
Pent up in cages
So small that their talons
Grow wrapped around
A metal dowel
Where do the millions of tortured souls
Of the pigs at the slaughterhouse
I was in the penitentiary
And it was world war three
But this war had not guns
But was a war of time
And I was left to the confines of my mind
The world disappeared around me
And there was not a sight left to see
Why did we leave?
Praise be to you Avalokiteshvara
Manifestation of all compassion
Giver with infinite hands
Lover of infinite minds
Keeper of infinite truths
I beseech you
guide the hearts of man
That he may see the folly of his ways
Help him to understand others
And giving without end
Let they who wish to slay
Slay only themselves
Let those who wish to give
Love is our law
Love under will
Tower of Babel
My head is a tower of Babel at times
What you might think if I said that
What he might say if I thought that
What I am if I like that
What she is if she thinks that
And so on
So go on
And drink me
If she dares you
Thousands of people
Sitting in the audience
Of the moving pictures
Rape my eyeballs!
Let your sick
And up into my brain
Thousands of people
Transfixed by the television
With IV’s in their arms
Filled with 100%
Idiot box Heroine
Coursing through their veins
Screaming for more
As their blood flows thinly
To form a perfect
Bits of hardened coral
Up and around
With and without
In and also out
I am not a Republican.
I am not a Democrat.
I am not liberal
I am not left wing, or right wing.
I am not a Socialist.
I am not an Anarchist.
I am not a Communist.
I am not a Nazi.
I am not a skinhead.
I am not a terrorist
I am not a punk rocker.
I am not a Metal head.
I am not a candy raver.
I am not a Juggalo.
I am not White,
or any “Race”
I am not a hippy.
I am not a Christian.
I am not a Satanist.
I am not a Buddhist.
I am not Kemetic.
I am not Wiccan.
I am not Taoist.
I am not Jewish.
I am not pacifist.
I am not Nihilist.
I am not gay.
I am not straight.
I am not bisexual.
I am not occultist.
I am not evil.
I am not good.
I am not you.
I am human.
And I would like to be treated and looked at as such.
I am me.
Every man, woman and child on earth should have the wealth equivalency of a king
almost everyone knows it,
few could seem to care less.
Everyone seems to be quite selfish and desensitized.
I still believe we have some time to develop ourselves
and the way we look at our brothers and sisters.
Oil is the blood of our mother planet,
if someone drained the blood out of any other creature,
the same thing would occur.
Our planet does not belong to us
We are a very small part of our planet.
I believe she needs us more than ever right now
Yet at the same time she can shake us off like fleas.
Some Earthy consciousness today
The modern self appointed princes of capitalism
Looking down seeing computer chips
Of building and houses below
And the kings of the world below
In the slums
of the computer chips
Look up at the princes in the insect crawling across the sky
The age of Heru looks up at the insect above
and down at the machinated nature below
And at the princes and the kings
Through the eyes of a seagull
Pumping his wings like a man doing push ups in the parlor
And sees the ages to come of beauty
Born from the flames of despair
The phoenix rising from the ashes
Of the men and the women
Doing their work
Carefully Creating the atmosphere
And the great floating ocean in the sky
Looks down upon it all
With a twinkle in it’s great eye
While conversing with the entities above
In their infinite heavenly bodies
Everything is amusing to a certain degree
Orgasmic worldly poetry
The young angel says
That those who oppose war
Are creating war by creating opposition
She says say yes only to yes
But to know not a no
When saying yes to a know
A - K N O W
A - N O
Jesus the Christ was a nigger too
A man apart from other men
Who said know to no
Who made change
yet unintentionally worsened the strain
As did Heru
In the land of Kemet
Hear me young star, child of angels
There is a place in this world for no
To cause understanding
There is a place for conflict within the peace
There is conflict that can bring peace
But it is not from the blade of the great sword of Anubis
It is from the blade of a ballpoint pen
And it is the energy that causes the heart to cry out
A Punk show
The punk rock group comes to the stage
and blares there views through electric eyes
The crowd takes out their pent up aggressions and excess energies
Through the vein of the sounds
And crashing into one another
In the pit of flowing energy
Everything is art
From trees to computers
Everything is art
The act of love
And loving another
Is an art
Hammering a nail
Is an art
Building a mansion
Is an art
Are an art
Is an art
Is an art
Is an art
Driving is an art
Is an art
Helping yourself is an art
Teaching is an art
Learning is an art
Dressing is an art
Raising children is an art
Water is art
Sky is art
All are arts.
Thank you God for art!
I believe that the less we teach our children
The more of the worlds positive
And negative nature
And then, they don’t always
How to translate that knowledge
Into words or actions
Without the lessons that they should have
To guide them
To their truest nature
So they become frustrated
And begin to harm one another
Or fill themselves up until they cannot
We need public education
To be a guiding spirit
For the children of tomorrow
So that our world can be a better place to live
Help us you who are in power
So that your children will have a place to live
Help them ye who guide the masses
For you are among those who will future
Save our world
By sharing the wealth that every man woman and child on our planet
Was born into this world to receive
Looking upon others and viewing
The concept of a lesser intellect
Is a mis-interpretation
A mis understanding
Not a fact, but an opinion
Doomed by god to fail
I’d like to explain for my personal record
That the things I express in poems are a way of getting a load off of my mind
They are opinions
And by no means am I attempting to infringe upon anyone else’s beliefs
I hereby state for the record that
I try my damndest to respect your beliefs
No matter how similar of different they may or may not be from my own
We hold these truths to be self evident
That all men are created equal
And my opinions are formed by others
Who believe similarly
I admit it,
I am not unique in this modern world
Although like everyone else I try my best to believe I am
And in one way, we all are unique
Due to the fact that we all are
separate entities in this one entity
I believe we have much more in common
With ways of being
Than we think we do
We like to look at the extremities our differences
Or the extremities of our similarities
And devise notions about each other
Due to them
But I think it’s about time
Has something to learn from his or her neighbor
Has something to teach
To his or her neighbor
I’m going to try my darndest
To learn what I can
About people surrounding me
And then step back
To learn more about myself
And how to be a better person
To people around me.
I’ve got a lot to learn!
Sometimes I feel like Forrest Gump
I’m not the most intelligent person in the world
On the contrary
Most people have picked up a lot of things in their lives
That I have not yet developed
Yet I see so many influential things and people
in my life so far
And for this I am grateful
I think we all feel like Forest Gump
at some point in our lives
Because we all have that experience
Of meeting influential people
Or witnessing influential things
Which in some way
Liberates us to be influential to a degree.
The way we live our lives is poetry
We write it as we go along for the ride
And leaving for somewhere else
When we’ve had our fill
I can’t wait to write my next poem!
I’d rather live the life of a poor man
Than that of a rich man
Not that I have anything against the rich,
I just find that the flavor of life is more enjoyable
When it is lived focused on living
Rather than earning
But money has a place in the world
As does wealth
And I’m thankful for what I’ve got
Giving to others
Is a form of wealth
As is sharing
So I’m going to work on sharing what I can
And maybe I’ll have the luck of benefiting others in the process
I’m not saying I’m not selfish,
On the contrary, doing things for the benefit of others
On a personal level
Is the way to gain personal benefits
So I’ll do the little I can,
And allow others to do likewise
And if I become wealthy in the process,
Life is like a ride
It goes up and down
And during my age
We young adults
Enjoy boosting our ride
With exitement and thrills
With road trips
And newfound memories
So I’ll give in my ticket,
And take the ride
But when I mature,
I’d like to even the tide
And slowly work back into the slide
So that the attitude of the ride
Is not as bumpy on the other side
Existentialism and fear is what got me into the
Psychological mess I’m in now,
And Existentialism and Reason
Is going to have to get me out of it
I remind myself among other things
that the workings
Of the universe are too profound
For there to be an evil underlying conspiracy
That runs things,
People run things
And there are all kinds of people
I believe that the conspiracy theorists
Whom I used to read
Were merely looking at the similarities
Of different groups of people with similar
In the world
And got carried away with notions derived from synchronicity
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