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From the Ether
A love came to this one from beyond
the visual, the physical, from beyond
the conscious – the heart is the ghost,
the spirit trapped within this plane -
it can not let go, nor fly into that good night
- with all that was and was not, still hanging on -
keeping it from fading into the passing light,
light on the wings of time’s never ending flight.
B. J. “A” 2
September 1st 2008
Tapestry
Lady Fair, pulls at my heart strings.
No design, no effort, no desire brings
her into the fires of Love, for me.
A person, a man, a lover she does not see.
Taking hold of my thread bear heart,
unraveling it, until it is a part
- of nothing – nothing left of my heart shaped beat
but frayed fibers of light reflected, refracted, neat
upon the cold whims of stolidity – taken into shadows of.
into the hands of, the mind of death’s journey.
The aura of my tapestry, my forlorn love still hangs,
meaning little more then specks of dust, floating,
drifting upon beams of light streaming through
the distances between, what is me and what is you
before you turned your back, extinguishing the light,
the light of love, you choose not to accept,
nor want to hear, leaving it to drift upon waves
of shadows that permeate the darkness of all
your denied, all your buried emotions, that
the tapestry of, turned to dust, hides.
A will-o-the-wisp,
upon the tapestry you wove,
has become me and my love.
B. J. “A” 2
September 1st 2008
How evil is this society,
for telling the truth,
that it will jeopardize your entire life and
others that are around you.
How many more lions must die
at the hands of the evildoers?
Memories fades away,
as the wind carries it
in her belly.
How evil is this society,
who deceives us, and still believe their words to be true.
Always be vigilant when it comes down to their experts,
those who's altering our cells on a cellular level.
How much more distortion and genocide we must go through,
as the train tracks leaves it tracks in the sky.
How evil is this society,
that will debar and exile you, just
because you didn't fit the criteria.
Be proud of your roots.
How evil is this society,
that will poison the food on purpose
and proceed to give you their benefits,
just so you can kill yourself and your seeds.
How evil is this society,
that will target a specific Topo2,
destroy the ubiquitous enzymes in all
branches of life within the body,
leaving you lifeless.
How evil is this society,
who done high jacked our DNA
through a cell cycle regulation,
causing induction of DNA damage
and DNA repair.
Forming harmful mutations,
modifying you into a
mutant ninja turtle.
How evil is this society,
to change a musical tune pitch,
throwing off its frequency, as it
brings disharmony to the listener ears,
rearranging the behavior patterns
within the individual,
to cause a chain of chemical reactions,
wiping out the original
chemical structure, as it
disentangling the superhelicity.
How evil is this society...
In the darkest hour of night, glaring at the moon, I stood up cold and tired, in my small and simple room. The leaves were flying on the whistling wind, tormenting birds, while I just grinned.
Out in the distance, a pair of lights. A car approached and lit the night. I watched it closely as it came this way, and parked beside the moon lit bay.
As flashlights aimed at my front door, I felt a fear not felt before. Two men were walking towards the house, I remained still, quiet as a mouse.
And then the knock on my front door, I felt the fear grow even more. Should I go answer or should I stay, and hope and pray, they go away.
The knock grew louder and then a voice, “we know you’re there, you have no choice”. I swung the door open so slight, and there they stood, two men in white.
Of course I knew why they were here, Too tired to run, too tired to fight. I hung my head in quiet despair, as I was taken in the night.
The halls were dark, my room was bright, In this asylum near the sea. The tall guard spoke and said good night, he locked the door and took the key.
The memories stamped inside my brain, bring out my tears, my fears, my pain. Remembering childhood friends I made, who’s faces now begin to fade.
Now as I long to go to sleep, and hope to dream of days gone by. I still remember, remember well, the days of laughter, that fail to die.
I want to be your motivation, inspiration and everything in between.
I want to be the reason for your smile, and the one who turns your frown upside down.
I want to be the one you look up to and admire and the one you always desire.
I want to be the the voice in your heart, not your ear, telling you everything that you need, not want to hear.
I want to mean enough to you to be your solution to all life's ups and downs.
I want you to need me every morning when you wake up, and during the day when you have had enough.
I want to feel your excitement to kiss me good night even after your day has been so rough.
I need and want all these things from you because you're the only one who gets me through.
I love you more and more each day, it's true.
You have blessed me with a beautiful life made together by both of us.
I need all these things from you because one day soon,
My most important role of all in life,
Will be when I hold the tittle of being your wife ***
Does time matter to a sleepless city?
Waiting for the train to come…it'll be here eventually
Most likely it won't even have my stop.
Hop on hop on while others hop off.
This particular track wasnt meant for them.
Next stop Lexington and 125th street
UPTOWN. The voice crackles over the speaker.
5 more stops
5 more stops.
Close but not exact, the train is never exact.
The weak scavenge for a place to sit
while the sturdy stand upright.
Stand clear of the closing doors.
Humans packed tight together,
cause for complete strangers to share conversation
Stand clear of the closing doors.
Open Close
The breaks screech again.
Open Close
On and Off
Still I stand strong keeping seats open for the ones who deserve it.
Does hard work really pay off?
A city worker with a broken back is still broke.
While a Wall Street broker affords to lose enough money
to feed his family for an entire year.
On and off they go
On and off they went
busy bees and worker ants crawling on a ball of dirt.
I’m a master in the performance of freedom. In Paris, this is just part of the social graces, but I maintained it as an act, to deceive potential college friends and then my current boyfriend into thinking I’m more fun than my truth.
The truth eventually outs though.
Shall we go poetic?
Last night we (my bf and I) went to an Opium rave
On Saturday nights we try to be brave
we ordered our drinks and as as they were raised
the noise hit us like a tsunami wave
I keep ear-plugs in my purse, so we were saved
but it was mood-wise and musically depraved
we flinched, like a middle-aged couple, and flaked
I should have sampled the bands - It was a mistake.
Alas, it didn’t turn out the fun date-nite we craved
Sundays we recharge and we needed the break.
Ok, I’m over it (rhyming).
Opium’s a music label with a universe of artists like Playboi Carti and Sexisdeath. What drew me in was the fashion trend, a “Opium aesthetic,” you might say, which meant fans weren’t just listening to, they were dressing for it, developing a style, which pulled from goth, punk and metal.
The sound evolved from those influences too, but there’s way more distortion, screech and hypnotic repetition. As bad as it was - and it was bad - it certainly kept the crowd moving in a film-it-with-your-phone mosh-pit way.
They were between DJs when we arrived and we’d ordered drinks - then the music hit and OMG, we gulped our martinis like shooters - leaving early and irritated. Does this mean we’re getting old?
Anyway, don’t worry about us, we’ll erase that experience when we see ‘Tyler, The Creator’ at the ‘Rock en Seine’ festival, Wednesday night. The man makes a crowd connection.
Ooo, want a fashion tip?: Sasha Sorrell jeans are the new Hedi Dior jeans.
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A song for this:
See You Again (feat. Kali Uchis) by Tyler, The Creator
If you want to simulate our rave experience, try this link: and turn it up (I dare ya):
youtu.be/Kx6OGDFS5Sg?list=RDKx6OGDFS5Sg
At the end of day, when the sun sinks low
and my love whispers 'good night' in my ear
I see in his eyes, silver moonbeans aglow
and know all I'll ever need is with me here
It's a magical moment when I catch him staring
a look of want smoldering in eyes, hazel green
It leads to tender caresses and intimate sharing
and the moment he calls me, "Sweet colleen."
How deftly he brushes clouded skies away
In a rainstorm, he invites me to dance
We laugh like children, 'til it turns into foreplay
Emotions ablaze in a night of romance
I'll not take those silver moonbeams for granted
for their glow has a rival in my lover's eyes
Each night he guides us to a world, enchanted
until dawn softly colors the morning sunrise
~Inspired by 'I Took the Sun For Granted'
a romantic interlude by Chris Green
More than a hindered of them in colorful suits gathers in a room
Contemplating the replacement of an icon that has left us too soon the body did not get enough time to cool and there they are
casting lot over his dead body that lies still in the tomb
I am still figuring out how he died, when he has made so much sacrifice with my face buried in the soil I held my stomach and cry.
There was not even a semblance of dignity for his reign in the Vatican city, you have your design of what his replacement should be without understanding the architect of the world and what it beholds.
Throw back your head and look at the painting of the Sistine chapel above you and you will see Micheal Angelo gift to pope Julius the conception of the world before we were call boys and girls, man was naked in his form before the break of Dawm and out of this shape man and woman made appointment for the first date.
If you can see beyond the ceiling you will know that church is about spiritual healing and the sacrifice of the world was made by men women boys and girls and so the appointee one should understand the gender of the land place the love of humanity over all other priorities.
I can see two cardinals in the tree that have studied the world in various degree, the understand the people in it and the religions that comes with it; you will dismiss all the cardinals from the chapel by noon except for those two that will pray for spiritual discernment an and altar boy and a alter girl and a middle age woman will join with them evening and just that small group will make the selection before the break of the day.
Come and break bread with me and I will serve you a cup of tea
Wear something simple and comfortable for we will not ascend in the heavens, the universe has work to do and it is looking for people like me and you, so let’s begin before the day is through.
Plant wisdom in your head and walk with courage in your feet and the architect of the divine will make selection complete.
the creation tells a vivid story kind was born naked in their form with blood dripping at their feet.
It's late at night and I am yawning.
Not a good time for a poem to be spawning.
But never the less, I'm going to try.
No matter how much I ask myself why.
DVR timer just switched off my show.
What the hell was I watching, I don't know.
If you are still reading, I apologize.
I gotta tell ya', it might not be wise.
Anyway, there are a few stanza's left.
Though this is daft, I hope I am deft.
But I have my doubts that it will turn out.
Say, do you remember Petticoat Junctions Selma Plout?
Well, let me try to bring this to a close.
Oh, I apologize, I started to doze.
My entire body is falling asleep.
I guess any more lines will just have to keep.
Good Night.
I die of thirst beside the fountain
I'm hot as fire, with shaking teeth
In my own country I'm in distant land
Beside the blaze I'm shivering in flames
Naked as a worm, dressed like a president
I laugh in tears with hope and despair
I cheer up after feeling sad and hopelessness
I'm joyful and no pleasure's anywhere
I'm powerful and lack all power and strength
Warmly welcomed, but always turned away.
I'm sure of nothing but that is uncertain
Find nothing obscure but the obvious
Doubt nothing but the certainties
Knowledge to me is cheer comfort
I keep winning but remain the loser
At dawn I say 'God bless and good night.'
Lying down I'm afraid of falling
I'm rich I haven't a penny
I await an inheritance; I'm no one's heir
Warmly welcomed, but always turned away.
I always work and labour hard
To acquire goods I don't even want
Kind words irritate me most
He who speaks true deceives me worst
A friend is someone who makes me think
A white swan is a black crow
The people who harm me think they help
Lie and truth today I see through them
I remember everything, my mind's a blank
Warmly welcomed, but always turned away.
Merciful may it be to please you know who
I understand much and have no wit learning
I'm biased against all laws impartially
What do I do next? Redeem my pawn goods!
Warmly welcomed, but always turned away.