a crazy way of talking, to invoke the ancestors with the arena engulfed
but how else can fate play handball with itself
if gender had agenda then disdain might provoke an understain of these proceedings
sorry not to interlace our interactions direvtly
but anythimg
thus the advice to buy a virtual machine - on all planes
most, rather
more sophisticated than the average death threat is relegated to some antique dispatch
it's hiatus
still some despise me in proportion to their individual contortions
dont lie to me
it's some unseen sociopolitical assymetry
arbitrary
and the adjuged has no voice, no dispute
most any claim
who can share their visions but those to bloody blame
who can cry for justice as shame
let him who can articulate the blame
cry my name
take it to heart as sanctified
oya
wuzmanim?
acting like a character in a dream
its how you fit in
it's not a philosophical abstract imperative
if you do you can coexist in an imagined psycho-society where packets of neurocodes are shuttled along by many and varied imperatives
and lose too
i'm sorry i must have dropped the ball too close to the keyboard
we'll resume this dialogue after minor lacerations
Thirteen Coins
thirteen coins enchanted have i
to pass among the good and young
when the call is cast - they shall destroy the past
and to the future of their faith be as heroes sung
the round shall teach, the crooked cut
the love they serve - to expose the lies
the word they learn - it is the truth at last
they shall break the chains and with mercy fly
the crown is there for all to see
a king we need, if it's to flood
yes the spell is real - thus dark the deal
this money was minted in suffering and blood
i stand here accused of most everything
having done nothing is in fact my crime
i draw darkness, expose the wolves in the flock
a ticking heart to tell the bomb's on time
these are souls who have been taught the hate
but refuse to embrace such a simple creed
they know that for the old it may be too late
they shall never sow these bitter seeds
"he's only given twelve," they say
every single wave will cross this sea
i smile from there beyond the door
she knows the thirteenth coin is me
Philephile
Yet have I to meet this rarest of the beasts
Ever poised and ready for his glistening feast
Whatever gets you off
Is how he gets it it on
It’s the balm his conscience uses
On his sore repressed queened pawn
What do you love, well he’ll decide
It’s true: he simply HAS to know
On his knees to see your needs
Like some daily picture show
Masked in pompous rhetoric
A peeping tom to save the world
Casting judgements, dim aspersions
Self righteous epithets to hurl
It is merely power that he seeks
It seems his heart has sprung a leak
If mere knowledge is his throne
At last the knower now is known
Philephile thus deep intrigued by all you see
Little but pity do I feel
Surely thou art lonelier than me
# posted by Adamji @ 12:08 AM
