A taste, I just selected a few outta the files on this computer...I'll see if I can get some rough-sketched audio files of these done in the next day or two (or sometime this week) to give an idea of how the words fit to their respective beats, so you can see that I'm not all over the track/horrendously timed/etc (or maybe I am and need an outside opinion to tell me that
)...but for now, I'll present it as unaccompanied poetry
My Habit (Ballad of an Entheogenicist)Father please, I swear it's for the best
Listen to my voice, as it wells up inside my chest
I'm begging for acceptance, I'm feeling so alone
When I look up to the sky I know you want me to atone
The fact that I am labeled as a user of these ‘drugs’
Mandatory minimums matching most murderous thugs
When the charges clearly state non-violent offender
And no health defects from a five year bender
Of daily reefer toking I see the D.A. smoking
Cigarettes when we break, I'm like shit, you must be joking
How can an act so lethal still be considered legal
When they're talking about locking me up for three sequels
And four concurrents, I feel trapped inside a current
Didn't have enough cash to get me court room insurance
And buy the judge off, I got no inside connections
Which in this day and age means I get no protection
From manufacture charges for Aya, weed, and fungus
All natural substances that exist among us
How could I be guilty for harvesting a plant
Who the fuck is the government to say that I can't
Alter my consciousness in any way I please
Smoke the molecule to chill under alien trees
Or eat the mushroom and learn that death should not be feared
When I try to tell my tales, I get jailed for being weird
Since when can the state lock down its population
For enhancing free thought and expression and creation
Of forms and mind states that have never been seen
For questioning authority they say that we’re all fiends
RebirthI'm 24-years old in the blink of an eye
If I'm lucky I might triple that before I have to die
When I look back longing for the days of my youth
I am struck by how I'm stuck, mired in the simple truth
Even though it's not linear, time cycles forward
I feel drawn like the ink out of a pen, moving towards
That which I don't know, that which I can't see
Blinders on my inner vision someone's gotta save me
From myself but how could I be my own rescuer
When I’m filled with so much pain that I might kill the messenger
Is this is I and I from conception to reality
The god that’s inside of me prepared to deal fatalities
To the me that is god but can’t recall the memory
The same me that turned my friends and lovers into enemies
Do I unleash this being, real or pretend
He whispers in my ear Death is the beginning not the end
She's a timeless being an essence within the sky
I hear Her heartstrings hum with every single tear I cry
Such compassion contained within her deep green divinity
The yin to the yang of my sorrowful infinity
Inhaling her essence I can feel the convalescence
That her presence presents, I am ready for these progressions
I am ready to be healed I am ready for the lessons
The connections she reveals are the cure for my depression
She offers explanations expounding on how it's possible
The knowledge that she proffers dissolves all of the obstacles
In my path, future merges with past
The eternal present transcendent like heaven, gone in a flash
But she is still with me I can sense she didn’t pass through
Imbibing her is inscribing me with each one of her values
A bright light inexplicably pours out of everything
A dawn chorus soars, as I listen to the song she sings
This one is like 98% complete...no title yet
A darkened shadow drifts through what to some would be a foreign land
Inhabitants deemed outcast like the Arabs from Israeli sand
Indigenous dwellers of the streets termed homeless
Our society and culture don’t stop to bemoan this
As anything more than a scourge on our metropolis
Propagating propaganda of superstars popping Cris
Confusion from illusions and contusions so imperial
Misleading despondent souls in search of the ethereal
Space melts into time presenting Here and Now eternal
Shrouded skeletons pressed into corporate coffins, how infernal
Another day just pissed away like streams of dreams in vain
Desperately in steps and leaps the soul dives through the rain
In search of serpents to complete and intertwine in helicals
Undulating rhythmically in gaia’s womb the spherical
Jewel of green and blue, such beauty so often forgot
In ego tripping schemes for gold and green rat racing to the top
A sob, a scream, a hoarse death yell ripped from the pits of stomachs
Living life is dying how could you not suffer from it
Questions the ascetic presses into hands, pedestrians
Dull-eyed but amongst them chomping bits like an equestrian
The riotously radical resplendent in his reservation
Every move meticulous born out of the desperation
Constructed and conducted by the drones who have forgot
Whatever else life may contain, true love is all you’ve got
The Siren’s wail climaxes, the klaxon turning deafening
They fervently stoke fevered flames; with no signs of them lessening
Burdens shifts to squalid shoulders, rippling with righteous anger
Eyes shoot wide, truth can’t hide, out pours the love for every stranger
Hate soon radiates; love warps when men turn children into urchins
Blossoming as loving rage empowered by deflowered virgins
Explain the pain of living to the masses that are dying
Awareness of the Heiress shows that she is no doubt lying
For the twitch above her lips has always been the failsafe tell
Clutching close her Fathers' fortune sentencing to Earthly Hell
The masses locked in classes, ensnared in the mortal coil
Threats they pose she does not know, are soon revealed through blood and toil
And for kicks...here's something I did to Lupe's "Words I Never Said" but haven't titled
The words of the press corps, are scalpels and lobotomies
Carefully construed to create these false dichotomies
No one understands what the fuck they are afraid of
When reasons are requested it's "the government will save us"
Explanations offered for surrendering our freedoms
For security. And Civil Rights? Well we don't need 'em
Im not doing nothing wrong, the government can spy on me
What the fuck is wrong with you, have you not heard of privacy
Words that we whisper in dark corners of reality
Strive to secure the last traces of humanity
Before they can be destroyed, erased, eradicated
Swept out of the way by earthquakes, irradiated
By that which we have been told we have no need to fear
Understand you must read between the lines of what has happened here
Global government is quickly losing their control
And using doublespeak to spin illusions for your soul
If what they are telling you does not add up to what you see
Then don't swallow their bullshit, pump your fist through the TV
Pump it once into the sky, through haze of air pollution
Pump it twice into your Congressmen, its revolution
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The words that they never said, drafted up and written
Placed down in front of them by the Agents who were smitten
By the unbounded limits of an Act so PATRIOTic
They spun novel-length admissions from denials so laconic
If you don't understand 1984 has come and gone
The prison system's straining like a Fat Man's cummerbund
From the War on Drugs and the War on Terror
Congress, not the President, makes war, this is an error
But somehow we fight against these evil nouns and verbs
By tapping our own phones and restricting thoughts and words
Arming third world rebels using blood soaked dollars
Illegally accrued through corner boys' hollers
And shipped over seas by three letters of the alphabet
The same seas they tossed bin Laden into hopin you'd forget
Despite a single death almost a decade in the making
The MIC guarantees the globe stays shaking
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So if these words are reaching you in class or in a cell
Causing you to question why you and yours have not rebelled
Know that I will be here for the voiceless, always speaking
Flashing these truths through the dark, just like a beacon
But a flashing light is pointless with no eyes set to receive it
Their lie will have no bearing if you will not believe it
The dawn is getting ready but the sun has not yet shone
I'm calling out for help, cuz I can't do this on my own
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The OHTIn New York, we wrote the legal number on our arms in marker...To call a lawyer if we were arrested.
In Istanbul, People wrote their blood types on their arms. I hear in Egypt, They just write Their names.
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