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OBSESSIVE FUNK TALK
OBSESSIVE FUNK TALK WITH HYPNOTIC WORD SPEAK/ FIRMLY STRUCTURED SONGWRITING WITH A DREAM POP BEAT/ OK STEP IN MY BROTHER WITH YOUR DIGITAL THUMP/ YOU CREATED A EMOTIONAL WORD HIP MARATHON WITH THE DEEPEST AND DARKEST SPARKS OF BUMPTY BUMP DE BUMP/ YO DOG …. YA THINK YOU TUFF?…./ JUST TRY HANGIN’ FOR A MINUTE WHILE SMOKIN’ THAT HEAVY RIGHTEOUS STUFF/ YOU TRIED KNOCKIN’ THAT C&C WHEN YOUR MAMA CALLED YOUR BLUFF/ SO YOU GOT YOUR DIGIT’S AND RING UP GEORGE CLINTON AND ASKED WHAT’S IT ALL ABOUT/ HE SAID GET ON THE MOTHERSHIP BRO AND DIG ANOTHER PUFF/MAN YOU BE FADEIN’ ALL DAY ON THAT LOW DOWN HUNDRED PROF/SO YOU GET HIGH AND FUZZY AND WRITE SOME CRAZY NIGHTMARISH OUTLANDISH STUFF THAT SENDS THROUGH THE ROOF/ YOUR MIND IS A JUKEBOX TO THE ANTHEMS THAT YOU DREAM/ YOUR DIPLOMA IS YOUR MACHINE CONTENTIOUS YOU LEARNED IN THE STREETS/ YOU BE SPITIN WORDS THAT ARE QUOTABLE AND CRITICAL OF THE POWER ELITE/POLICE BRUTALITY AND RACIAL INJUSTICE/ YO, WHILE WHITE AMERICA SITS BY DAY AFTER DAY IN RETREAT/OUTTA OAKTOWN CAME THE BLACK PANTHERS, TOWER OF POWER 415 AND RICHIE RICH/ NO SOCIAL MEDIA TO BLOW THE MAD OAKTOWN SCENE?/ OAKLAND RAIDERS WERE KING OF THE GRID/ AND CHARLEY O AND HIS A’s/ ENUFF SAID/ THOSE WERE THE DAYS OF A BURNER IN EVERY POCKET/ AND A CHIP AS A THROW AWAY? AND A CLICK CLACK TO KEEP THE DEMOB AWAY/THE TRAGEDY IN THE STREETS?/ THE MURDERS ON THE BEAT/ OUTTA OAKTOWN WAS SCREAM-IN FOR HELP BUT THE POLITICIANS WERE IN RETREAT AND LOOKIN FOR HELP IN A NO OTHER WAY/ BACKDOOR PAYMENTS WERE THERE TO STAY/KDIA ON THE AIRWAVES AND ESTHER’S ORBIT ROOM/ BOB GEDDINS BIG TOWN RECORDING STUDIO WERE ROLLIN’ DEEP IN THE CITY OF DOPE/CRACK WAS KILLIN’ BABY’S MAMA’S AND THERE DADDY’S WERE ON THE RUN/ THE CRACK EPIDEMIC IN OAKTOWN WAS A KILLIN’ ALL/ AND LEAVING NONE/ NO YOUTUBE, SPOTTILY OR FACEBOOK TO DENT OAKTOWNS PRIDE/ STREET CORNER SINGING GAVE WAY RAP AND HIP HOP AS THE BULLETS WERE A FLYIN IN THE AIR/ RAPPIN AND DOININ HIP HOP WOULD LET THE YOUTH OF THE DAY VENT THEIR FRUSTRATIONS AS OAKTOWN BURNED AWAY/ E-40,THE JACKA,SHOCK G, TOO SHORT MAC DAE JUST TO HIP YA TO A FEW/DID THE DOPEST THING/ BY BLOWIN’ OUR MINDS TO A NEW OAKTOWN SOUND/
("The Mothership", 2024, original encaustic photo collage)
The Programmed Mind
Riding our brain waves
What we do and say and think
Finds a lasting home
At whatever level
Those vibrations take us.
Do we remember our dreams
What we did, said and thought
As the relaxed state of REM sleep
Molds us, solidifying or disrupting,
Our daytime persona?
Do we consciously seek out
Our own reprogramming
In deep prayer and meditation
Establishing familiarity
With primordial zero-point awareness?
Or do we simply
Follow our impulses like a dog
Basking in the pleasure
Of comfortable routine
And operant conditioning?
It is our mind after all
To have and to hold
Or rather as the case may be,
To reclaim and rewire,
Program and heal for ourselves.
(4/16/25)
My negativity, my biggest enemy.
I'm a complete waste of space,
A confirmed certified disgrace,
Im not good enough for existence,
I'm a failure and dont deserve subsistence,
It's like a commentary the constantly repeats,
Negative thoughts that never misses a beat,
A broken record whirling within my messed up mind,
Words thought so malicious and maligned,
I'm nothing but a failure who's going nowhere,
I'm a waste of breath oxygen and God's gracious air,
These thoughts and feelings are impossible to bear,
Misery breeds contempt with in my mind,
Meaning happiness is not easy to locate or find,
My mind's filled with nothing but intangible toxic venom,
I predict my mind will soon face is very own Armageddon,
Arguing with my angel and devil on my shoulder,
Its apparent my mind is losing its composure,
My broken mothership is under mutiny
I've lost control and and on route to lunacy,
I'm a disappointment to everyone around me,
There in despair fuelled by a distaste towards me,
I've changed I've lost that zest that made me quirky
Because of these negative negative thoughts that haunt me,
My mind is my enemy, and one that I battle daily,
And although I fight like a sordid knight against it bravely,
It's army constantly destroys me,
Not even God's grace can save me against my own negativity,
Only I can destroy this enemy with the power of positivity
I watched it crawl across my desk today, it was sneaky, and teeny, but I saw it.
So I followed it, as it progressed steadily away from my eye.
And it was completely unafraid of big giant me.
I was amazed as I watched it move across a page of paper with printing.
A confidential file, but can an ant read?
Should I shake him off and move it?
What if this ant is a scout from another country?
Gathering data on us?
What if he is taking photos of the missive as he stroll-rolls over it?
I blow gently on the paper, and the ant glides off, gracefully,
Effortlessly, giving nothing away.
Not dropping a camera or
Anything.
Feeling safe, I continued to
Watch his progress, imagining
The trouble I will be in for
Leaving this file on my desk,
As the Secret Agent Ant
Clicks away, sending the
Info back to his mothership.
The ant gives me a wink,
Puts on a space suit and
Disappears.
Uh-oh!
Truth be told
truth behold,
This I see
is how all unfolds
In plain sight
not in darkness
like here tonight
I see the sky
ask myself why
there’s no reply,
No mothership
to take a trip
And… oh my god
I’m overwhelmed!
by majesty …
constellations
partnerships
A crescent moon
beckoning me
imploring me
to look harder,
The answer’s here
before my eyes
not in disguise
(Moon)
I’m here for you
at this moment
let’s synchronise,
Be here for me too
we are the same
you have a mind
I reflect the flame
The big guy
is below horizons
elsewhere rising,
draped in plasma
I follow his lead
unerringly accede
We made you
and you make us
by being here
conscious aware,
we overlook
you undertook
to question why
But there is no lie
The truth’s blinding
the truth’s binding
so let it be
Not always pretty
Not always loving
Not always giving
Not always taking
never faking
open and bare
Raw and gaping
Man gives us reason
we bring him seasons
his path seems tough
and never enough
So thank you
for looking up
come what may
we shared a reflection
Go now brother
we’ve seen the light,
Others did too tonight
just not as bright
(“The Mothership”, 2024, photo collage of original encaustics)
From the beginning of time bands and tribes
Have simply named themselves “The People”
Obviously to make a distinction
Between themselves and other animals,
Plants and rocks, spirits
And the other humans over there.
And from the beginning of time
They have probably used the excuse
“They’re not really people”
When getting into conflict with those others
And deciding they need to be controlled
Enslaved or eliminated.
We’ve seen it happen repeatedly to black Africans
To ethnic minorities wherever they are resistant to change
To the Jews en masse in Europe last century
And today with helpless fetuses the world over.
It is after all the best way to rationalize
Murdering those we don’t want
Or can’t control any other way.
It is after all important
To be able to sleep at night.
I’m sure there are alien motherships
Orbiting our planet right now
Watching as we struggle
To mature into celestial beings,
And I’m sure they’re saying the same,
“They’re not really people”
But with greater wisdom and compassion
Are also saying,
“Not yet.”
(10/12/25)
Street light blinks in timing,
winking at the seeker kind.
I am an outlander from another place another time.
Everyday signs, give arcane message,
a decrypted and privileged-
visage-bestowing-vestige.
The wind flirts in it's honor with his hair,
his cheeks rubbed like a genie's lamp
to summon magic there.
Life's golden one lit up by invisible stage light.
Magical beings to and from take their flight.
The crowning it will happen,
"I feel it in the air tonight."
I am the chosen one, sent to yet a new realm to en-kingdom.
Archons looking on to see his progress,
Watchers to record and by-stand and slip again between dimensional recess.
Mothership hovers to rendezvous with his highness.
(“The Mothership”, 2024, photo collage of original encaustics)
The Scent of Musk
What the world needs now
Is love sweet love,
No, not just for some….
And so it has always been.
This is our heart’s desire and birthright,
Yet the dream just slips away
Held for but an instant
Or reached for in vain.
Thus we learn to cooperate
Form bonds and institutions
With friends and foe alike
To hold that dream a little longer.
But despite what we need
The world today is hellbent on hate,
And what is there left to stop
This rising tide of jihad by any other name?
Judaism and Christianity have proven themselves
Unable to contain Abdullah, their not so little cousin,
While Hindu and Buddhist long ago learned
They couldn’t stop his Western hordes.
So we need a new religion
To subdue the old, replacing tired ideals
With something bright and shiny, cosmic
In both physical and metaphorical senses.
What we need is a revelation,
Not revolution, for the new millennium,
Something that unites us all
With awe inspiring wonder and sobriety.
A trinity of revelations from the stars;
Elohim with his unborn Light,
Gabriel in his chariot of fire
And then bear hug for Muhammad.
But this time from the ground up
Uniting inner and outer space;
Restless natives and desperate aliens
All searching for their promised land.
Lifting all like boats on the tide
Or a rocket to Mars
Returning as it rose
To launch again, and again.
This is what the world needs now
A unity of vision and technology
And one man’s prosperity
To make it all real.
Surely I jest you say,
And yes, but in serious earnest
My mind infused with the scent of Musk
Blowing on a wind of change…
(5/17/25)
Brain, heart, and skin all electric
all conduits to awareness.
That kind of electricity flows outward.
Eyes reflect our electricity.
The mothership,
the flesh and bone, the organic innards,
they all work for the cellular transference
or storage of electric energy.
What is my point?
When I say: you turn me on,
that we are plugged into one another.
I mean we are all power points.
Hot stuff.
Of course we can either
recharge or drain.
Friction may occur, sparks may fly.
Dear electron AC/DC unit
you galvanize me.
Beware though,
electromagnetic waves of love
or any other high voltage passion
can lead to unwanted ignition -
please be sure to wear a thick rubber soul.
("The Mothership", 2024, original encaustics digitally collaged by Stephen Langer)
What Will You Do
When the aliens come
What will you do?
Will you go dragged kicking and screaming
Only to remember nothing,
Or will you go willingly
With the curiosity of a child?
What’s there after all
In the Great Mother ship,
A portal, a station, theatre of the mind
In multidimensional surround sound
Revealing a multiverse of limitless potential
Or a black hole of limited impossibility?
I don’t know, but it bears considering.
In my experience such things happen without choice,
Like a moth to a flame
Or sonambulator in the dark,
But why not be prepared
With your choice already made?
“Beam me up Scotty”
It’s gotten too crazy down here,
And what I took for an intelligent lifeform
Has turned out to be a mirage.
Ah, much better in multidimensional surround,
Thanks Ma.
(7/9/24)