we are many

May 25, 2013 § 1 Comment

We are one person but we are many people

when we allow our lower selves

to take charge

then we lose


when we allow our angellic selves, the one capable of reason and logic and great things, to take charge then we start taking over

but when we allow our whiny selves, the one that wants to sleep all day and pout and eat and give into every desire


I had a dream once

I was sitting at a desk

next to myself

the dude was me but


an ugly version

it was my lower self

he was dressed just like me

but he was lazy

and sinister

and while we were sitting there

he was trying to take up all the space

like deebo the table

so i had to check him

put him in his place

make him get out of my way

and he did

and he smiled

cuz I showed him who was in charge

still gave him his room but only where it helped me.

and he liked that

because he was waiting on me to take charge

that ain’t me though brother, picked that up along the way

just found it to be true is all

from days researching the scholars

and observing myself

thing is though

they are muscles

the lower self and the higher self

they’re like muscles


if you dont USE your higher self often

it atrophies

it’s weak

it’s gotta be strengthened

and if you spend all your time building up your lower self then it’s stronger


Chat Conversation End


May 19, 2013 § Leave a comment

The enlightened ones have brainwashed themselves.
The proletariat has been brainwashed.
Intelligent people have been brainwashed into believing they’re idiots.
Idiots have been brainwashed into believing they are intelligent.
The rich have been brainwashed into believing they deserve what they have and the poor deserve what they don’t have. Manifest Destiny gone Social Darwinism.
The brainwashed have been brainwashed into believing they aren’t brainwashed.

flood conscience part one

May 7, 2013 § Leave a comment

Brittled smiles in the wake of battle and
Crippled wings of inspiration need mending
The sheep need tending to but the shepherd needs it more
heart palpitations, character transplants
hero worship and throne-of-heart-usurpery
your hurt is me

lead hydes heckled by jekyll
A good ol-fashioned dose of skeptical
they say
will throw some meat on your bones

Hair on your chest
whiskers on your chin
shiver in your timbers
float in your boat
food on your table

and so forth


this heart starved.

May 4, 2013 § Leave a comment

before you,
this heart starved.
stumbled in and out of a maze of destitute feelings dazed and
was always whole but was always hole,
cup without a drink to hold
and then your eyes opened on me
and opened my chest and planted a river of poems that flows fierce
and carries two souls off the edge of the earth
and under the look of a moon of bronze
I hand you this heart and you planted a feast of poems that grows
more entangled every time your mouth says my name
in a way that dresses my wounds and
makes the letters buckle
you planted an itch I resist scratching I want it to grow
before you my heart starves
and drown my cup in you



May 2, 2013 § Leave a comment

never turn your eyes sour on an American fable
keep pitchin till u sink one cross the plate
let your eyes flicker in the dim
we never could really get a grip of
letting ghosts whisper to our only fountain of hope
drowning in radio
never take your eyes off the trap
peepers fail in a blink of an eye
close and don’t open back
detoxing off that oxygen
we stopped praying again
lord bring me back after I fled

desert conscience part 1

May 2, 2013 § 2 Comments

the fire that wanders us

desert conscience searching for a burning bushel

in the lost words of prophets

in a broken promised land jamming myself to rags

over lost false profits

pondering the cost of coffins of infants sitting upon a pile of em

hand wrapped around 17 serpentine concubines

reality’s a porcupine acupuncture set

and if you don’t insert the accurate needle in the back

you’re just another golden strand of hay trapped in a stack of needles

intoxicated off a whiff of the petri dish —lost sons of Prometheus

the right amount of poison is medicine

and the wrong amount of medicine is poison-

can’t ignore this burning sensation

This dry scorching climate is perfect for cynical laughing at slow dying

Stomach churning like an ancient furnace

thirsty for something to burn

but finding nothing but itself


March 14, 2013 § Leave a comment

when Your health fails priorities crystallize—
“Get well”
no more pin ball machine life wandering through day mazes
the latest craze You could care less now
You pay attention to minutia:
how easily people suck air in
how they climb stairs tie shoes lift forks and stuff their faces
in between their list of complaints
You reminisce on the time when that was You
it’s the simple things now
You see ants in a new light
You count the number of heartbeats in between random events
You marvel at Your veins
pushing quarts of blood through You
You wonder how it’s possible that You think
without even thinking about it
You don’t feel like saying much
because much of what You say isn’t much You’ve decided
You laugh at how oblivious You are
at how weak You are
how fortunate
You think about all the things that could have possibly gone wrong
at Your conception Your birth
and You can’t for the life of You figure out
how so few things actually did
and You weep
from the sheer weight of it.

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