Poetry - Summation

So heres a collection of my poems, except the one by Saul williams which is pointed out.

and remember what your mom would say, if you have nothing nice to say, shove it.

Ode to The Bay
ripe is the time for the flight of plight from my mind
im not done with the mighty fight for my right to reap
the freedoms of which we so fondly speak
i wont follow the trends of the meek and the weak
im here to speak, to point out the bleak
LOOK
"join the ranks" they call
"Yank my crank ya wanks" i yell to all
but my voice falls short of small
as i trudge to my job at the mall
"Do This, Do That"
yes sir, you're fat
im sure you raised a couple brats
proud to be another stat
thinking that youre the teacher
your wife, the things i could teacher
how to live with a preacher
its really not your best feature
your claim to fame
is smoking a joint under the bleachers
im done with this place
sick of your unchanging face
the same mundane pace
your insistence that its a race
Shoot me off, into space
it was almost too late
beginning to waste
i was forgetting the sweet taste
the fruits of freedom
which created our fathers. matyrdoms
"lest we forget" what violence begets
REAP! they cry from their graves
Leap! i jump, attempt to save





As i begin to pave the way
i catch a glance of the suns rays
an omen of the many days
to be brave, to never slave
to rant and rave and crave and raise
and raze and blaze in my hazy (free?) maze
something grabs me, melds with me
i am held, you thought id say weld
visions of a tree felled
tossed, lossed, wrought about
.breath.
I open my eyes
i see the sky, a cloud
unveiled is the shroud,
pierced, by an eagles cry
on top of a mountain
i discover my youthful fountain
i yell out that i am home
and I know i am not alone.
its almost may
and im so FUCKIN glad i dont work at the Bay.

Tsunami.
Predators on the bus,
stalking the elusive empty seat.
weak
i stand, they pounce, beat!
petty stress
humans at our best
.thought.
if only they had life vests
a massive wave
pilots in a cave
bodies piled high in a mass grave
compassion trounced
the adoration of ignoration
of speculation and masturbation
Renounce!
pot bellied American on the beach
his soul must be out of reach
drinking beer in a sea of tears
"have no fear
we are still free and clear"
transforming houses into rafts
no way to escape the drafts
but somewhere
a child laughs.


Rebirth
A thirst for knowledge
a desire to be reborn
into a world not ripped and torn
one in which our priests arent scorned
maybe they wont be head hungry horns ;)
now and then i attain my goal
and knowledge comes tightly rolled
"knowing for sale" the train is coming
"Sold!" i call, and hit the ground running
it delivers me with a breath full of cunning
the sun is sunning, the bud is budding
now i know, ive reaped what i sowed
friends doing too much blow!~
what the hell do i know
well for one, i dont like roe
and hate stubbing my toe
but ive learned how to sew
and band aids are good for bo-bos
and sometimes, late at night
i get up in the dark to write
last night i got fed up
and said from my bed
i need to be dead and reborn
hurled into a world where all knowledge is new
where i know nothing, or am i bluffing.


(Saul Williams)
In a breathlessness
Out of restlessness
By the time I caught up to freedom I was out of breath
Grandma asked me what I'm running for
I guess I'm out for the same thing the sun is sunning for
What mothers birth their youngens for
And some say Jesus coming for
For all I know the earth is spinning slow
Suns at half mass cause masses ain't a glow
On bended knee,
Prostrate before an altered tree
I've made the forest suit me
Tables and chairs
Papers and prayers
Matter versus spirit
A metal ladder
A wooden cross
A plastic bottle of water
A Mandela encased in glass
A spirit encased in flesh
Sound from shaped hollows
The thickest of mucus released from heightened passion
A man that cries in his sleep
A truth that has gone out of fashion
A mode of expression
A paint splattered wall
A carton of cigarettes
A bouquet of corpses
A dying forest
A nurtured garden
A privatized prison
A candle with a broken wick
A puddle that reflects the sun
A piece of paper with my name on it
I'm surrounded
I surrender
All
All that I am I have been
All I have been has been a long time coming
I am becoming all that I am
The spittle that surrounds the mouth-piece of the flute
Unheard, yet felt
A gathered wetness
A quiet moisture
Sound trapped in a bubble
Released into wind
Wind fellows and land merchants
We are history's detergent
Water soluble, light particles, articles of cleansing breath
Articles amending death
These words are not tools of communication
They are shards of metal


Dropped from eight story windows
They are waterfalls and gas leaks
Aged thoughts rolled in tobacco leaf
The tools of a trade
Barbers barred, barred of barters
Catch phrases and misunderstandings
But they are not what I feel when I am alone
Surrounded by everything and nothing
And there isn't a word or phrase to be caught
A verse to be recited
A man to de-fill my being in those moments
I am blankness that contains center of an "O"
The paramedic containment of an "A"
I stand in the middle of all that I have learned
All that I have memorized
All that I've known by heart
Unable to reach any of it
There is no sadness
There is no bliss
It is a forgotten memory
A memorable escape route that only is found by not looking
There, in the spine of the dictionary the words are worthless
They are a mere weight pressing against my thoughtlessness
But then, who else can speak of thoughtlessness with such confidence
Who else has learned to sling these ancient ideas like dead rats held by
their tails
So as not to infect this newly oiled skin
I can think of nothing heavier than an airplane
I can think of no greater conglomerate of steel and metal
I can think of nothing less likely to fly
There are no wings more weighted
I too have felt a heaviness
The stare of man guessing at my being
Yes I am homeless
A homeless man making offerings to the after-future
Sculpting rubber tree forests out of worn tires and shoe soles
A nation unified in exhale
A cloud of smoke
A native pipe ceremony
All the gathered cigarette butts piled in heaps
Snow covered mountains
Lipsticks smeared and shriveled
Offerings to an afterworld
Tattoo guns and plastic wrappers
Broken zippers and dead eyed dolls
It's all overwhelming me
?Okinelming? me
I have seeded a forest of myself
Little books from tall trees
It matters not what this paper be made of
Give me notebooks made of human flesh
Dried on steel hooks and nooses
Make uses of use, uses of us
It's all overwhelming me
OakandElming me
I have seeded a forest of myself
Little books from tall trees
On bended knee
Prostrate before an altered tree
I've made the forest suit me
Tables and chairs
Papers and prayers
Matter versus spirit
Through meditation I program my heart to be break-beats and hum
baselines in
exhalation

I

Swirling madness contained..
focused.. trained..
into thoughts arranged
but danger lurks
the abyss on all sides
doubt, clout
want to hide
your life lived
pulled with the tides
in this emotional maze
i be-liv-ed
in my glorious haze
hundreds of lives left unliv-ed
failed potential lost in bed
do great, be great
whats my fate
i hear it calling
hope im not late
tick tock time
ripe is the time for the flight of the mind
our move to fight for the right
not to fight,
ending in our own plight
march for peace
run for war
discover me
rip odb
you were the first to help me see
how easy it is to escape mediocracy
FREE is the way i need to stay
escape from the array of city bourne
decay; bulemic, anemic, pesse-sqeemic
ïn the mornings my penis rises up like a pheonix¨
chasing cream becomes our dream
we forget our source of steam
like razhels ¨.TrAnSfoRmATioN...TrAnSfoRmATioN¨
the plethora of misinformation
redirects our inspiration
shines it over with a clean coat of gleam
so much we all should scream
ÄAARRHHHHHGGGRRRAAALLLLAAHHHHH!!¨
IGOD
IALLAH
IBUDDAH
IBRAHMA
IJAGANUATH
I…i…..i?






Ripe is the time for the flight of plight from my mind
to escape the array of city bourne decay
bulemic, anemic, pesse-sqeemic
"in the mornings my penis rises up like a pheonix"