This is certainly what it should be about, and it’s what im about regarding the Madonna issue.
Whether i like it or not, and like every other walk of life, whether you’re becoming an adult, or climbing up the corporate ladder, or blazing a path in your chosen profession, im in a position now…
I stand on the corner of the block slangin’ Amethyst Rocks
Drinkin’ 40’s of mother earth’s private nectar stock dodging cops
Cause 5-0 be the 666 and I need a fix of that purple rain
The type of sh*t that drives membranes insane
Oh, yeah, I’m in the fast lane snorting candy yams
That free my body and soul and send me like shazam
Never question who I am
God knows
And I know God personally
In fact, he lets me call him “me”
Yeah, I’m Sirius “B”
Dogon niggaz plotted sh*t lovely
But the feds is also plotting me
They’re trying to imprison my astrology
Put our stars behind bars
Our stars and stripes
Using blood-splattered banners as nationalist kites
But I control the wind that’s why they call it the hawk
I am Horus: son of Isis son of Osiris
Worshiped as Jesus resurrected
Like Lazarus
But you can call me lazzy, lazy
Yeah, I’m lazy cause I’d rather sit and build
Than work and plow a field
Worshiping a daily yield of cash green crops
STEALING US WAS THE SMARTEST THING THEY EVER DID
Too bad they don’t teach the truth to their kids
Our influence on them is the reflection they see
When they look into their minstrel mirror and talk about
Their culture -
Their existence is that of a schizophrenic vulture, yeah, there’s no repentance
They are bound to live an infinite consecutive
executive life sentence
So, what are you bound to live n****?
So, while you’re out there serving the time
I’ll be in sync with the sun while you run from the moon
Life of the womb reflected by guns-
worshiper of moons
I am the the sun
And WE are public enemy’s number 1
Sunset reaches out, earth rolls free
yet clings hard to what passes.
Light pours unstinting, though darkness
cuts the horizon and leaps for the sky.
Beyond, in a shadow vast as the world,
a silent upland springs blue where it stands
morning and evening. Its own being,
it never changes while the light plays over it.
We could go there and live, have a place,
a shoulder of earth, watch days
find their way onward in their serious march
where nothing happens but each one is gone.
Some people build cities and live there;
they hurry and shout. We lie on the earth;
to keep from falling into the stars we reach
as wide as we can and hold onto the grass.
“East of Broken Top” ~ by William Stafford
Jack Kerouac
Jack Kerouac - San Francisco Scene (The Beat Generation)
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Now it’s jazz. The place is roaring, all beautiful girls in there: one mad brunette at the bar drunk with her boys; one strange chick I remember from somewhere, wearing a simple skirt with pockets, her hands in there, short haircut, slouched, talking to everybody. Up and down the stairs they come. The bartenders are the regular band of Jack, and the heavenly drummer who looks up in the sky with blue eyes, with a beard—he’s wailing beer-caps of bottles and jamming at the cash register and everything is going to the beat.
It’s the Beat Generation. It’s beát. It’s the beat to keep. It’s the beat of the heart. It’s being beat, and down in the world and like old-time lowdown, and like in ancient civilizations the slave boatmen rowing galleys to a beat, and servants spinning pottery to a beat…
Morning new disease charcoal in bed
Bonesoaked anemic listen in horror
To the scraping of flatware and china
And saran wrap to stifle libido
Air shaft a chasm their lives flung open
Sickness is a time for hating your neighbors
In their milk flats with five kids too many
Having day sex because they’re all daughters
And you’re thinking the same two things
Over and over again…
I am DREAMING of a life and I am DREAMING of waking UP
There’s this anger rising cancer in me standing like a wall between
The waking world I seek and this infected plane of sleep
LOVE come like an axe to all this ice and set me FREE
There’s a black rewarding book
Beneath this stiff sheet if you LOOK carefully.
Noise police white hearse tv AIRWAVE methadone
Diet contact safe sex antibiotics
For your safety we’ve taken sharp objects
It’s their object TO KEEP YOU FROM WAKING
Taste test serenade we dig the grave
Lose weight astrologically no money down
For your enjoyment we’ve excised the dialogue
For your protection we’ve installed this camera
Just keep thinking the same clean thoughts
And keep telling yourself it’s alright.
I am dreaming of a LIFE
And it’s not the life that’s mine
In a stolen car I ROCKET west out past that Jersey line
And the robots in their riot gear GLIMMER in my rearview mirror
LOVE came like an axe and had her way with this coarse EARTH
And a rich deserving book, she was recovered and understood
And I AWOKE
Sending this to all those starseeds, lightworkers, and beautiful beings out there feeling the 11/11/11 vibrations. Just let go. It’s alright. There’s beauty in the breakdown. Sending Love and Light to ALL!!!
This is how I’ve been feeling for my whole life. Used to listen to this years ago and had no idea what it all meant. I was listening for peace. Listening for them.
Dismantle
I left you behind in that Ohio town,
blood beating a rhythm of freedom into my eardrums.
Heart strained against my head. Questions.
Uncertainty - how could I just go?
I was awakening.
Cutting the succubus away piece by piece.
With each painful strip gone, streams of light
glimmer through the cracks.
Deep indigoes
golden yellows
shining.
I’ll never forget this track dropping at the water party in Ibiza summer ‘09. New York City represent!!
