Hands on Drums

Shamans' hands on drums
thump-thump-thumping rumbling thunder rhythm running
through warm wet ground
to our enshrouding clouds of somber doubt
scattered by the beat, sweated clean
tumbled off in roughness close enough to love to rouse our groins, our groans
building, falling
to a hum that slithers
slips my post-coitus posture
and I'm up to prance the pasture
grooving along our mud-floor room
in motion, inertia shunned, no thought, all sound
unwound in a dance unbound by the roots of youth and spoiled fruit
rotten trauma bonds sluicing like juices
out pores of old wounds in one long
pump of frothing blood from
shamans' hands on drums
before the stumble into
rum-sodden slumber.

Cradle

The god about the microphone
exhales the finest octave
of this moment
(all time)
of this place
(all space)
as the crowds they
sway and chant their shared pain.
The god
who is big and black and doe-eyed
summons all the precious music
from his lungs again
and again and again!
as the trumpeteer he
lambasts his feral roar
as the cellist she
strums her sublime shriek.
The god and I
drift in silence
on the skiff built of his passion
seeking his sad siren's song
beautiful beyond description
transcendent beyond recognition
an ethereal beauty not heard
since the days of Mozart or David.
When there is nowhere left to go
I drink of his tears
so that the god does not drown
alone.

can't faze Black Stacey

Black Stacey
They called me Black Stacey
I never got to be myself
'cause to myself I always was
Black Stacey
They didn't think it'd faze me
but it did
'cause I was just a kid.

- Saul Williams -

God's Cradle

The god about the microphone
strikes a chord of longing
he exhales the greatest
octave in the world
of the moment
and the crowds, they sway
and chant.
The god, who is big and
black and sweating
draws all the precious air
from his lungs again
and again
as the trumpeteer he
sounds his wild call
and the cellist she
strums a sublime shriek
that shears my soul
from my heart
and it in it's dazed freedom
the god grasps with loving hands
and his bellow is primal
and beautiful beyond recognition
a beauty not heard since
the days of Mozart
or David.
His bellow it takes me far away
to a quiet place
where I might roam
and the god
he takes me gently
into his great bosom and cradles
my timid soul
with sweaty palms
and loving breath
and deep murmurs
in a language which begets
a time of simplicity
and abundance.
I am taken
by the countless unheard wails
of the widows of the world,
and all others in agony;
and my head it fills
with sadness and ethereal ecstasy,
all that which I usually
hide in my feet or
the dusty corners of my
brain.
I am cradled within the
gentle hands
of the almighty
and with his melancholy passion
he frees me
of the notion that
it's all real
and he reminds me
that I am nothing
nothing
and that I am free
to accomplish anything.

Honey (poem)

Honey, I swear, I'll tell you straight:

I sat down to write you a love song

but this story is what I came upon

and I thought you might relate.

Now if I had a time machine

I'd wheel back through the dream

Until I found the seam

The great Lie planted in the stream.

The truest point at which Mother Nature was alive, an'

When a humble breed of man was arisin'

Still respectful of the lion

I would stop, and I would hunt the father who told the Lie, an'...

And I would weep

For I cannot sleep

Without you here

My dear

After those fated words flew back to his head

And the fornicating gods, they were abed

Oh, hon, I would strike this man dead

Before his Lie could spread

Like cancer in the dream

And I would weep

Cause I can't sleep

Without you here

My dear

Now perhaps this Lie I should mention

While I retain your sweet attention:

For it I hear

So frightful near

And I weep

For I cannot sleep

Without you here

My dear

Son, you are the most precious snowflake in all of existence.

Honey (song)

Now honey, I'll tell you straight:
I sat down to write you a love song
But this tale I came upon
An' I thought you might relate.

If I had a time machine
I'd wheel back through the ne'erending dream
Till I happened on the seam
The great Lie planted within the stream.

A humble human was arisin'
When Mother Nature was a-thrivin'
Man still respectin' of the lion
I would hunt the father who told the Lie, an'

And I would weep
Cause I can't sleep
Without you here
My dear.

The fornicating gods were abed
As the fated words flew back into his head
Oh darling, I would strike this man dead
Before, like cancer, his Lie did spread.

And I would weep
Cause I can't sleep
Without you here
My dear.

Now this Lie I should mention
While I retain your sweet attention,

For it I hear
So frightful near
And I weep
I cannot sleep
Without you here
My dear.

He said: Son, on my oath,
You're the most precious thing on the Earth.

Sometimes

Sometimes I have no armour
I cannot hide form the clamour
Sometimes I have no right
I cannot escape the fight

Sometimes I have no ground
Nothing to help me stand
Sometimes I make no sound
Because I cannot land

There are so many tears left
I just don't know which to shed
There are so many pathways
I just don't know which to tread

You are the only one I see
You are the only one I need
You are the only one who found me
Buried beneath the freeze

I have Lost

I've lost my keys
I've lost my wine
I've lost what I had felt
     inside
I've lost the beating of
     the drum
Now I can't march my feet
     in time

Once upon a time I swear
     I knew
A man who just like
     I grew
Into a boy I thought
     I knew
And he forgot it was all
     a dream

I am losing me
And I am losing you
Please tell me it's
     not true
I'm growing dizzy

That little boy inside me
     withdrew
I didn't care I had
     no clue
No clue to what he meant
     to do
That little ninja oh he was
     so sneaky

I've lost my keys
I've lost my wine
I've found an empty path
     inside
I swear I did not know anything
     at all

I'm losing touch
It's all a blur
Your face, it's oh so
     fleeting
Your kiss, it's oh so
     brief
Leave my head you flighty
     ghost
I have no time
     for you
I'm far too busy losing
     for you

the Art of a Revolution

I wish I could find the words
To still your heart
Alas they are written upon mine own
In the lovely language of love
And the only language I speak
Is not that of love

I'm a self-ordained outcast
Past my smile, I got no class
Girl on my hip n my whip fast
Open your mouth, you'll kiss my ass

Im not the first of the pharaoh's boys
But I speak with his voice
When the Dalai walk up to me
I send you for the tea
So bend a knee to the man
Bout to wreck everyone's plan

Welcome welcome welcome
To the heart of intellectual thought
We took a revolution
Turned it into an art

This is a nonprofit organization
Delivering decrepit salvation
To each desperate mind of our nation
So I declare this a dedication
To all those on vacation:
Fear the deceiving demons
Of this diseased human dreamin'
Fear the great schemin'
Realize the masses are fiendin'
For somethin' out of their means an'
Nobody knows the reason
They can't find peace an'
They can't quit feelin'
They've lost everythin'
Without even playin'
So listen: the greatest deception
Is that out there lies an answer awaitin'
To cure the questions from within

Blind Mary

Scratching

I can paint a picture with a pen
But a song will only scratch the skin

-Gnarls Barkley-

My Lust Song

I see you, girl with green eyes

Your dance, your groove
You sway, you move
And I smile

Your mask of indifference

The like of which
I have not seen since

The last girl I lifted my pen for

She gave me all, but I wanted more

Oh, girl with green eyes

You want my love

You want my lies

But I have no love, I have no lies

So here is my song of lust

Garden of Stones

today I lay and watched
the clouds hurry away
but before they could I
found your face in each one
and you were laughing
more brightly than the sun
here in my...

so come and sit with me
here in my garden of stones
sit and sip my devil tea
we'll watch the clouds go by
here in my garden of stones

I have so many stories
I want the ghosts to hear
if you lay here next to me forever
we'll make them up together
dear lover: you know it not
but you will die for me
here, in my...

so come and sit with me
here in my garden of stones
sit and sip my devil tea
we'll love the nights away
here in my garden of stones

each stone I plucked
from nature's breast
and I laid them perfectly
to fit your perfect form
my blood I shed
so here forever you could rest
with me, my love
here, my love, in my...

so come and sit with me
here in my garden of stones
sit and sip my devil tea
oh, I will wait for you, alone
here in my garden of stones
my garden
here in my
in my
in my...

garden of souls

When the Rain Stops

and if the rain stops
and everything is dry
she would cry
just so I
could drink the tears
from her eyes

- Lupe Fiasco -

Forgotten

Within the hollow halls
between whispers of lost lovers
A beguiling silence calls
my heart to suffer
Below the Lord's last steeple
amidst the clanging of bells
Assemble the sleeping people
to fear their self-sown hells
And in the darkest mornings
in the loneliest skies
You won't see my soul mourning
for I've lost your eyes

You know I'd rather stumble always
through the worst of their hells
Than kneel in the hallways
in the castles and vales
To look up at them maskless
to plead their forgiveness
Seek pity in the masses
and admit my last weakness
Admit my great shame
for my love, in my haste
To forget my great pain
I've forgotten your face
and I've forgotten your name

All I want is one night to arise
and through some mirage or false sight
See your image, your guise
Alone in the light
So reach out your hand, love!--
past that cruel smile
Leering from heaven above--
to hold mine a while
My darling, please hear
and say it's not true
For my greatest of fears
is that you've forgotten me too

Wastedlands

Let's get wasted
     I'll get you through
These wastelands

Let's get high
     We'll travel across
These highlands

Cause we can
     Survive all
These hard times
     These lows
The pain, the strife
     Don't give up
My love, even though
     I can't say
We're almost there
     I can't tell you
Not to worry
     Because the night
is always darkest
     So that you
Will be
     Blinded
By the light

Let's get wasted

     I'll get you through

These wastelands

Let's get high

     We'll travel across

These highlands

Let's get wasted

     I'll get you through

These wastelands

Let's get high

     We'll travel across

These highlands

Don't give up on me
     My dear
We'll see this through
     Just me an' you

Florence

Only if for a Night by Florence and the Machine

Inspiration for "Your Voice"

Your Voice

He hears your voice

O’er a thousand fields

You caress his hair

You polish his armour

Shine his shield

Lift the sword he wields

‘Cause you come

Like the winds of winter

To burden his soul

To steal his heart

So he lights his fires

To warm him before

The chill that creeps

He lights his fires

To love you

And honour you

And find you

Beautiful Lasers

sometimes living in a world like this

it's pretty hard not to go insane

not pretty if you don't comply

pretty easy if you don't complain

stand there like you don't feel pain

no tears in the face of defeat

pretend to the end that you don't fear change

don't admit that your faith is weak

- Lupe Fiasco -

Duet

The piano sings

A duet with her captain,

To fashion the stage

As a canvas of passion.

In a delicate

Blaze of sleek crimson and white,

My Shylah appears,

Her lips her sweet song, her lie.

For but a breath I

Wish that it all could just end,

The music take me

To lie beside her again.

The piano sings

A sad duet for my girl,

In the last bar left

Atop the end of the world.