poetry/lyrics

Too Fly 2.0

Submitted by spiritinc on Tue, 08/18/2009 - 00:55
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my rocket boosters loosed
it seems my journey is finally over
i gotta fuel made of lava
and the juices of four leaf clovers
time to blast off, last cough
to clear my throat
then it's off to space camp
singing "that's all she wrote"
unplug the mainframe
cash your last unemployment claim
whether leaving earth or working again
the shit circulates the same
like a cool evening breeze
over the waste treatment facility
you know God's trying to work you
to the best of your abilities
but the well stays frozen
and the air will always stink
you could work that crank forever
but i kinda doubt you'll ever drink
here's some coffee to warm your heart
as you ponder that icy pool
i betcha that warm aroma
will make your senses drool
feeding at the median
between this world and next
synapses collapsing
starting to feel the effects
so when your prayers meet the maker
and he's singing a different tune
i'll be dodging saturn's rings
while you sip on my homebrew

it's like
drink up, think up
how ya gonna make it through the gates in time?
crank that handle as i take my time
ponder this, wander this
rhyme with me as i reach my bliss
there ain't no other way to make it there
ya'll come with me or sit and stare

is this heaven or hell?
which route did you take?
the doors are as identical
as the labels are fake
so when you knock knock on those gates
and you're dressed to the nines
they'll tell ya quit your bitchin'
and get your ass in line
sign here here and here
stop fidgeting it's fine
you had your fill of holy water
now here's a full glass of wine
you've almost made it now, son
everyone is here to see
sit quietly at you monitor
drink up, and press the keys
see your maker on the screen
we like to call him the architect
you should be cozy by now
starting to feel our potion's effect
there's nothing to be afraid of
nothing to worry about
that's when they'll grab you by your fingertips
and suck your soul out
I told you they was trouble
but you didn't listen to my words
instead of sippin' homebrew
you took the opiate of the herds
so when you drink yourself to oblivion
and lose all traces of your soul
i'll be peering in from outside
screaming "little fish, big bowl!"

it's like
line up, sign up
how ya gonna make it through the gates in time?
crank that handle as i take my time
ponder this, wander this
rhyme with me as i reach my bliss
there ain't no other way to make it there
y'all come with me or sit and stare

I said forget paychecks
I want a new trail to follow
Walking a thousand watercolor images
of self across tomorrow
then when I’m through
I’ll turn and gather those pages
And toss them back across yesteryear
So I can exist throughout the ages
I want to be a sculptor, a carpenter
A bricklayer, a mason
So I can build something tangible
Instead of sentences and phrases
In fact I’d rather be a rock
Lying in that river bed
Slowly whittled away to nothing
Instead of existing in your head
Those waters have got gusto
Turning boulders to grains of sand
There’s nothing as powerful as two atoms of hydrogen
Attached to one of oxygen

it's like
link up, think up
how ya gonna make it through the gates in time?
crank that handle as i take my time
ponder this, wander this
rhyme with me as i reach my bliss
there ain't no other way to make it there
y'all come with me or sit and stare

Spirit Spells

Submitted by spiritinc on Tue, 08/18/2009 - 00:52
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Spirit spells summoned
Surface variants clairvoyant spectacle
Society of steel and glass
Passing lasting memories
In the fast lane
Crossing bridges to keep talking
Walking that fine line
Between opportunity and golden
Moments stolen
Surround sound serenity
Moving
At the speed of
Hi-hats chattering triumphant
Barbed wire barbers dividing time
With precision incisions
Head nod hooligans
Measuring the distance between
Here and now
Pooling resources
To fight dark forces of indecision
Splintering sunbeams
Through nanocrystals
Whistling while we work
Smirking
Bezerking tracks
With the facts
Some can’t adopt window vision
And get lost in dead end paths
While hip hop scientists
Concoct immortal formulas
Bumpin’ from here to the afterfuture
The what?
That place where
We reflect with iron stares
Floating on philharmonic
Intracasies performed mentally
Symphonic demonic do-gooder
Dromendaries nomading normality
Casually cornering morning
Creating light

Why I Write

Submitted by spiritinc on Tue, 08/18/2009 - 00:51
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I write for the pain
Of those kids it’s never left
Turnin’ youngins cynical
Old souls smokin’ cigarettes
Still young at heart
Caught in a game of truth or dare
Beware the lion’s fryin’
Beneath those iron stares
I write for those women
Turned old by advertisements
I’ll take a thousand magazines
And show ‘em what the real lies meant
Take the scattered pieces
And collage a mirage
Ghostly images starin’ back at you
Through the mirror’s façade
I write for the fakes
Write twice for the fakers
It takes two times the hydro
To fully water those acres
Squares to circles
And vultures to smithereens
Y’all better start gathering rainwater
To save those ragin’ pre-teens
The fires’ been set
No qualms and no regrets
This purple mountain majesty’s
‘Bout to burn yer fruited plains and jet
Now it’s back to the lab again
To mourn my forgotten peers
Lying by the waste side
Tryna bling back fallen tears
Sporting trends, spurning friends
And running outta ends
No wonder this capitalist system
Seems unable to lend
No helping hands and no favors
Just call me Santa Vader
Sweetening the blade of this harpoon
While y’all are spittin’ out lifesavers
Cuz I’m the tightest rope hope-er
This side of the seven seas
In this tug o' war of twits
Y’all best come follow me

What Is A Man?

Submitted by spiritinc on Tue, 08/18/2009 - 00:48
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What is a man?
Do you find it in his gimmicks?
Or is a real man
Found beneath all the images?
I prefer the latter
Fuck the man with all the wealth
Real men walk proud
With true knowledge of self
With my woman by my side
I know I truly belong
I stand strong by my beliefs
With the knowledge of right and wrong
I got memories of the past
And visions of what’s to come
Overstanding time
Cuz I know it’s just begun
I’ll fight to protect my loved ones
And know just when to run
But I’d rather be chillin’
Kickin’ it havin’ fun
There’s a time for everything
And purpose hidden behind the eyes
INI seek truth and praise the most high
Elevate your conscious state
Underneath it all you’ll find
No gods and no masters
They’re all created in the mind
A real man knows this
This knowledge makes him great
He know just when to act
and knows just when to wait

Tunnels

Submitted by spiritinc on Tue, 08/18/2009 - 00:47
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I guess I’ve always loved tunnels
Tacked their pictures to my walls
There’s something about those passageways
That call to my spirit
Scrawled hieroglyphics
And the echo of footsteps
Leave memories of moments
In the rhythm of their reps
Nighttime wanderings
Through forgotten aqueducts
Awaken feelings of familiarity
With games of chance and luck
This is where the shamans dwell
And where the angels roost
Where masterpieces are created
And terrible tirades loosed
I know we all forget sometimes
About the power of these caverns
In here you’ll find your shadow lurking
Some shit you’d never fathom
So when you journey to nowhere
And you find yourself stuck
I’ll toss a penny down that wishing well
to bring you a little luck
you’ll need all you can get
crawling through these dark pits
there’s gators the size of semis
ready to rip you to bits
shit did I forget to mention
that deadly third rail venom
streaming electricity through your veins
to loosen up that tension
grin and bear
while those walls scream and stare
you know there’s a reason why
your feet walk you there
so open up your eyes
and put a swagger in your step
this is spirit music
so you better come correct

music for the corridors
and music for the trains
this is spirit music
so open up your brain
music for the corridors
and music for the trains
this is spirit music
so open up your brain

Heaven

Submitted by spiritinc on Tue, 08/18/2009 - 00:46
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This stairway to heaven’s
lined with tears and last goodbyes
Forgotten memories
shrugs and bad advice
But I was ready to go
to take my place in the celestial dance
Till I left my color VIP passes
in my other pair of pants
It’s like nice guys finish last
and the fakes don’t finish at all
They’re too busy stacking bricks
trying to keep y’all on the other side of the wall
It’s the cynics who finish first
thinking “I’ll never get there anyway”
They just do it how they feel it
and get there right away
I got one for the extraordinary
two for those I’ll never forget
I’d make it through those gates in no time
if I could only let go of my regrets
I’ll meet you at the finish
some hare meets the tortoise ish
9th inning full count
tiebreaker rocking the fortress
shit did I forget to mention
heightened blood pressure and tension
one way toll road
to Mordor or ascension
and those fires burn bright
while the clouds soar to new heights
I gotta make it alright
before my insides eat their way to sunlight
I got four lines left
before I reach the pages’ edge
To spit a beautiful metaphor
or quit while I’m ahead
Calling all angels
grandmaster Azael’s reworking the angles
Falling from Heaven
in theories newfangled
Wings at the ready
echoes of Icarus perverse
Diving from paradise
by ascension in reverse
Which route would you choose?
Striving for the sun and falling to the sea,
Or jumping ship from heaven
to escape almighty He?
I ain’t taking no sides
but Azael’s taking it to the max
Icarus was trippin’
trying to fly with wings of wax

Ode to Jon Gill

Submitted by spiritinc on Tue, 08/18/2009 - 00:44
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Run for the hills
One thousand five hundred meters
Jon Gill making a beeline
Between Santiam and race leader
Tracktown Pizza robbery
Collecting Olympic trinkets
Straight to Smoke River Solitaire
I can make it if I can think it
While I breathe I hope
On pace to meet the maker
A dollar fifty a day
For seven hours of hard labor
Cheap shoes and blue socks
The clock’s ticking on Athens
Making the days count
Just hoping that it will happen
They want to see me fail
Can’t stand my Cool Hand Luke defiance
I tell ‘em “dum spiro spero”
Speaking the language of science
This well-born werewolf
Has got what it takes
Telecommunicating triumph
And raising the stakes
But I’d rather fall first
Then climb my way to the top
Than be standing there sheepishly
Waiting for the flag to drop

Lifetimes

Submitted by spiritinc on Tue, 08/18/2009 - 00:42
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Your life is your life
And my life is mine
So when lifetimes combine
It’s like something divine
There could be two paths running parallel
That never connect
Or two paths that collide
In a tumultuous wreck
Tangents and cosines
Fighting the wrong angles
Trying to get right
Like an isosceles triangle
(but that’s only half the picture square)
it’s finding the other piece that’s so rare
I mean
I’ve had mad opportunities to relate to people
You just take that step
Show some respect to the connectedness
And realign perception
Like Buddhist monks
And tree trunks
Bending toward the light
My foresight foresees future positivity
And sails new seas repeatedly
it’s like trying to constantly find
A way to unwind
The ideas and thoughts
Building up in the mind
Time to work it right
Branch out
Touch the void
Avoid the vines
That tear you down
And take your breath
Fight for yours
‘Til nothing’s left
On this world of ours
Tomorrow’s just around the corner
And we’re running out of time
If you stop and think for a second
You’ll get lost in god’s mix
You better come correct
And spit something sick…

E.S.P.

Submitted by spiritinc on Tue, 08/18/2009 - 00:39
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I’m just a
Patternform contortion
Six pennies in a jar
Plus an expired bus pass
Won’t get me real far
So I
Two step my way
To the sounds of red clay
Head nodding haywire
Cuz I’m feelin it today
Motherfuckers all like
“that cat was cool till he started in with all that jazz”
never knowing my ancient Walkman
adds years of hip to my waistbelt
They can’t fuck with my E. S. P.
I walk aloof to commentary
the hihat carries my conversation
fat tones
sax moans
trombonal tirades against silence
the alpha to b-boy rotations
and it’s all coming back now
stolen moments from the lexicon of life
squeezed into the spaces between 2 and 4
I’ve got abstract truths and the shape of jazz to come
Packed neatly into 12” sleeves
Only to be resurrected
Courtesy of a weighted tone-arm
The needle crackles
And the wisdom of the ages
Echoes into the now

Circus

Submitted by spiritinc on Tue, 08/18/2009 - 00:37
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Time and again
I mend a broken purpose
Playing ringleader
To this one trick pony circus
But that mare’s got legs
She can gallop like the wind
The only problem is
She don’t know when to begin
She jumps for no one
And sleeps most of the time
But feed her a cup of courage
And she’ll go on a dime
We all call her Des
Short for Desdemona’s Destiny
I’m tellin’ you right now
That old horse’ll get the best of me
Testing my patience
And working me to the bone
My purpose seems worthless
I can’t do this alone
That’s why I need her encircling me
No rider at the reigns
Jus t the chatter of her hooves
Running against the grain
I’m the castle she’s the moat
I’m the conductor of her symphony
Naw fuck it
I’m just a loner
Looking for some sympathy
So when my tent collapses
And my circus closes its doors
It’ll be me and my one trick horsey
Trying to teach her one trick more
Desdemona’s Destiny
A simple schism in my heart
Trying to find a balance
Between real life and art
Walking that high wire
Over gators and snakes
This circus has got me thinking
About the path I want to take
There’s only one route left
To make it to the other side
Where Des’ll be waiting
To take me for another ride

Destiny’s testing me
I won’t let her get the best of me

Destiny’s testing me
I won’t let her get the best of me

Braggadocio

Submitted by spiritinc on Tue, 08/18/2009 - 00:31
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this walkingstick dragon
sings anthems of phantoms
dragging arrow-riddled cowboys
behind covered wagons
diving fourteen fathoms deep
into the ocean of disaster
emerging with a trunk
full of the bones of your master
and while you try to follow jungle trails
to reach my mountain peak
I've been banging rocks for hours
playing breakbeats on repeat
meet me halfway
and I'll bring a gift of wilted flowers
otherwise stay the fuck home
hide beneath your bed and cower
I'm the messenger of mystery
dream-seekers be double-fisting me
bringing fire to famished bellies
like offerings under the wishing tree
two Colt 45s
silver bullets
AND an olive branch
will that be enough to kill my inhibitions
and get my fallen angel to dance?
I rolled snake eyes after double fours
moved from free parking to chance
one more double to jail
but I've got a "get out of jail free"
pass in my pants
they say love it or leave it
I just want to overstand
love it THEN leave it
and come back once again
I've got a head full of pop tunes
and two shoes filled with sand
a wallet stuffed with dumb luck
and a bumble bee in the hand
I've got beauty in the eye
and an ace up my sleeve
two iron lungs
and a heart you couldn't conceive
she's got a hell of a last name
and ribbons in her hair
strong wings on her back
and an icy-hot stare
I'm not asking for no favors
no flowers and red balloons
or a mouth full of lifesavers
to sweeten the blade of this harpoon
it's too soon to say for certain
my missing wisdom tooth's still hurtin'
but I'm not breaking out the novacaine
'til my shooting star collapses the curtain
I weave thought tapestries
without threading a stitch
I'll sell half a catamaran for eighty grand
with a three strike sales pitch
and while you've got a mop and a bucket
trying to salvage the Titanic
I'll be floating on some fifty gallon drums
east across the Atlantic
this is for the pride that drowns
beneath the laughter
of those that'll never understand
and for the courage that remains
to reach out with loving hands
I'd love you all if I could
touch your hearts down to the core
stretch your arms 'round your bodies
like Reed Richards from Fantastic Four
but there's more to life
than ill rhymes and making love
be a raindrop falling up
from half-full cups
return to the clouds above
it's like
pegleg escapades
to forgotten cosmic shores
hollow point graffiti
riddled 'round your bedroom door
just to jolt awake at night
wondering who was jiggling the knob
I'm the mutant cross
between your worst nightmare
and the latest teen heart throb

Another Reason

Submitted by spiritinc on Tue, 08/18/2009 - 00:27
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the reasons are getting fuzzy
on my radar screen
I got the muse thinking “where was he?”
when she visited me in my dreams
I was off heckling the angels
trying to get a piece of ass
and making color photocopies
of heaven’s VIP pass
so when the muse came and went
I paid her no attention
I was pulled over on the shoulder
trying to find a shortcut to ascension
did I mention her appearance
the power of her attire?
sunglasses on clearence
and a miniskirt of fire
yeah she’s foxy that muse
always came at the oddest times
constantly kept me confused
with all her symbols and signs
I could interpret them forever
but where the fuck are the reasons?
sometimes it seems that she’ll tell me
but I know she’s just teasing
I gotta find them on my own
this is my wayward journey
I better learn her lessons quick
or I know she’s gonna burn me
leave me for some other guy
that’ll listen to her tales
she’s giving me one last chance
now I know I can never fail
so come on muse
and bring it on strong
I admit it I love you
so let’s let this night last long
fuck them reasons

The Reasons

Submitted by spiritinc on Mon, 08/17/2009 - 20:05
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I’ve been searching for the reasons
why it all comes together
some umbilical cord
between this world and something better
I’ve danced in their alleys
climbed mountains and valleys
swam contaminated rivers
and loved that lady Cali
all in the name of devotion
I never once stopped to rest
it was always a great notion
to fly the fuck out that cuckoo’s nest
cuz going crazy’s not easy
unless you know what you want
I wanted my destiny mapped across the stars
in twisted wildstyle fonts
it was a simple idea
born of cold nights alone
I needed something to believe in
maybe a girl to call my own
at least I needed a vision
a good reason to exist
and it was always easy to find
in a pretty thang I’ve kissed
I’ve lived for those dark days
and cried when they came
I’ve seen fate rear its ugly head
then melt into the flames
I’ve seen dreams lost and great thoughts
tossed into the waves
promises and desires
sent to early graves
I’ve stood on tall cliffs
smoked spliffs and prayed
even offerings of sage
won’t calm the waters
in which I wade
where are those reasons which I seek
I’m feeling a little weak
and making moves is kinda hard
when I only get four hours of sleep
I’m fiending for the answers
playing chicken with cancer
who’s gonna flinch first?
she’s the song I’m the dancer
taking seven steps to heaven
then six more to her arms
every day it gets harder
to resist her deadly charms
now the world turns faster
every second I’m awake
and I’m sittin’ measuring time
by how many cigarette drags I take

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