Again that something opens the floodgates of the heart

Disappearing into a traceless haze
Covering the room in a thick smog
You are on fire!
well burn me my one, burn me
swallow me whole
I am already drowning, end it now!
Sweet sweet silence
I enjoy the sunshine
Join me my friend, brother, and cousins
Your sugar numbs the tongue and tinges the body
Mine entrances the heart, won't you try it
pleeaassee

Last Nights Hypnotism

Documenting a little something from last night. Last night at an all night party hosted at my high school for my graduating class there was a special guest. This guest was a hypnotist. He began with telling the audience of around six hundred to hold up their hands and interlock them, then he repeated that they were getting tighter and tighter and will no longer be able to be opened. Well when he told us to unlock them I did so easily but others could not. It was these few remaining with locked fingers who he chose to experiment with on stage. During the course of about an hour this hypnotist had control over 10 students. It was interesting to watch through the various experiments and I made several observations. Each person appeared conscious, they had open eyes, control over movements, and fluid emotions but something was missing; each student was subject to the will of the hypnotist. He would work with with one or two at a time making them do things like dance, or would limit their speech to certain words, even freeze body parts. The hypnotist could talk with the whole group while in a trance and would give them a scenario and then, by command, awaken them to that described scenario. He made use of their imagination when telling them they were on a rocket ship blasting into hyperspace. Each student clutched their shoulders and started to vibrate. Amazing! There eyes were open but if you looked close you could see that they were dreaming and projecting imagination onto their surroundings. The show ended when the hypnotist releasing the students from his bondage of entertainment by snapping them out of there sleep trance. The audience left the hall and those hypnotized recalled little to nothing of the last hour. The performance left me wondering how it all worked, and above that how easily and quickly the man could control those few students. Was it subjective to those chosen? Did he play some trick of music vibrations? More than likely though we are already hypnotized, and his job was just making use of that. Sitting outside I took a moment to myself and observed the surrounding people, and like many times before I found it to be true. Many sets of seeking eyes bore the same look as those onstage and entranced.they appeared to be awake and functioning yet if you looked in their eyes you could see their dreams being projected onto their surroundings, they were victim to these dreams like those students were victims of the hypnotist. Being tugged too and fro by the force of these dreams, possessed I felt surrounded by hypnotized people! it was horrifying! they appeared to be awake and functioning yet if you looked in their eyes you could see their dreams being projected onto their surroundings, they were victim to these dreams like those students were victims of the hypnotist. Being tugged too and fro by the force of these dreams, possessed. They were not aware of themselves but under the influence of some hypnosis of desire. So strange... if only they could be awoken with a tap on the shoulder and have their attention come back into reality, back to remembering themselves, their own presence, the feeling of I AM within yet beneath the powerful pull of dreams. Then I thought, would they want to? Maybe they dream themselves to be powerful, possessing things that they do not actually have. Maybe they are in a nightmare! It left a impression that stayed with me as I skateboarded home.

One last poem

I had the noose around my neck and was just about to choke it
When a phrase came to me and I didn't feel so hopeless
It wasn't just a gesture that you would hear out on the streets
It was 16 sacred words that did resonate in me
You chose the hardest path theres no arguing with that
now get it off our neck and get up off your back
Your gonna trudge the way
the path goes straight to hell
I won't give you shit but will just tell you this..
Your lips are endowed with a quality
that burns away the darkness and makes it how it outta be
Then the pain struck, it was too tough
I made it through it, it gave me new stuff
A pair of eyes with potential to seek
At that same moment my heart started to beat
And a strange strength, swept me off of my feet
showing me a brightness that may lighten my load
From the stories untold, old, Solomon's gold
Im not a child no more, Ive grown into maturity
through the limitless pain and the seas of uncertainty
don't know if this world is fit to nurture me
come to my house in this state of emergency
and bear me your burdens , Ill take them away that is certain

Human Potential

Good/Bad?

Okay I am in no way trying to give you some philosophy or complex thoughts, you already have enough. The shoulds and should nots. To me it is all bullshit. Who is the holier than tho men who have put these restrictions on us, and so much that we enforce them by ourselves. This good and bad business, this virtue and sin. They have taken away so many lives before the person has had the chance to begin!! so many!! These images of good and bad have given us a bogus conscience! Sentenced to a life of guilt and servitude, of suppression and anguish. A child is playing in the yard with friends, laughing, he is just himself, and whether he is acting angry, deceitful, means nothing, He is innocent!! not yet decrepit with this dull society. and what comes from him comes from innocence. He sees more than you do! Your college and schooling, time spent in worship, endless knowledge does not give you that innocence. That sight! emptiness! eyes! But we enforce and enforce things upon this child. How to act, should and should nots, roles, meaningless things that choke him out. It is dangerous to remain a child you say, there is business, something must be done in this world. You disregard that innocence and kill him with countless responsibilities born from ignorance. Give your child room to grow, your own child, he or she is within, give it the freedom it seeks, and feed it weather that method be good or bad. Till the soils and grow that child and than you will see... you will see that child is your mother, father, and children, the trees and the earthworm, the one next to you with the dirty look in his eyes. That child is beauty and fullfillment itself. Give it trust, nuture and care. Be brave my child.

Fragments from an Unknown State

One night I awoke between sleep and a dream. An old voice spoke in an ancient melody. It felt as though time was receding to it's source. The voice rang out in a rhythm and chorus. Hear this! it pronounced and I bounced back to spaces that in comparison were quite tasteless. I slept for a second and then left it behind. Was it a choice that I made or one of my mind? This time clearer it came as the rain in the chasm of canyons. Echoing out I honed in to fathom. Infinite love and a peace that's unseen were some of the things this voice showed to me... I awoke the next morning broken and mourning for I felt myself no longer at home. I was lying in my own bed and wondering for what walls existed. What do we keep out and what is beyond beyond beyond that bad taste in our mouths. Perhaps the WHOLE of creation perhaps nothing but, I have to find out. Could it be that fleeting freedom that is now a memory. That song of magnificence is now an old crusted tune. O spare me the heartache but my heart is no longer well, I am in agony. Blistering pain!! May that common connectedness visit this miserly man once more.

Learn to Freestyle

Rapping has always been a joy for me, I have been rapping for a long time and some say "I got flow" so? what would they know??
Just kidding.
Since I've found joy in rapping I've tried to spread the fever to others, and I'd say that I'm let down at the inability of people to step into harmonic lyricism. Timid and unsure they say "I can't rap" then I would say something like "if you can talk you can sing, if you can walk you can dance" and again they would hit me with "I can't rap" Its nothing really, easy as pie, a little momentum and energy put into it and all of the sudden your mind is feeding you all your thoughts backwards.

You might say this is how you learn to rap, continuous effort. You get 2 or 3 thoughts mixed and mashed up and it sputters out, but the thing is that harmony comes with adjustment and adaption to these "undesirable conditions" just forgive yourself and keep hammering that nail, you will be shredding the mic son!!

What is rapping to me? Rapping is self expression, rapping is a form of communication, and sometimes this form is more versatile for getting thoughts across, like poetry or painting, like star gazing or running in the rain, party go-ing. A certain taste and flavor that can add some spices to life is what rap is. I don't know if you know this but they call a circle of lyricists a "cypher" and indeed rapping works this way. It siphons your emotion, your vision, you grit and filth, your ecstasys and it pools in into a river that onlookers call "flow". Of course the rappers know not only the word but that experience of being one with the flow. That rapper is you next time you are asked to drop a line, a thought, just go for it cousin!! Something like...
Busy as a beaver
I guess I'm a... believer
Okay your friend will take over from there but next time it comes to you your ready like...
Blue unto the White
Its the rapid raw insight, that'll take you where you like for a jimmy and a light!
Okay okay, your warm but don't get cocky!!

I'm just messing with y'all its just an open poetry this post.