| Saul Williams... Purple Pigeons 2004-03-28 20:16:01 ET
"One time I was chilling with some Rastas in Belize, South America and these guys had run out of rolling papers and so one just pulled out his Bible and started reading the first chapter of Genesis... like the first page of the Bible front and back and we was all just quiet and listening. And when he was done he ripped the page straight out of the Bible and rolled the fattest spliff I ever saw... straight up... you know.|
But that's when it struck me... in the beginning was the word. You know what I'm saying? And God said 'Let there be' and then there was. You know... Said It! And that's the power of creation. That's the power of MC-in'... you call things into existence."
One very gifted man.
| So my Birthday is tomorrow... 2004-03-22 18:49:11 ET
I've got a bottle of Parliament Vodka and some Cran-Apple Juice waiting for it.|
It's going to be a great Tuesday.
| So I can read... 2004-03-19 13:56:51 ET
I know!!! Such an accomplishment...|
Actually it's just really bad Sarcasm... I used to read a book a week. Dante's "Inferno"... the Dune series... those damn Redwall books by Brian Jacques... the Star Wars spin-offs... The Sun Also Rises... I read Lord of the Flies maybe 4 or 5 times BEFORE they made me read it in highschool... I was a reading man. I read all the time but lately I haven't been so I missed it. Well my mom gave me this book "The Five People You Meet in Heaven" before the break(we are on Spring Break right now)... so I read it and I really enjoyed it a lot. HELL!! It was amazing!!!
Go out and read it everyone... you guys will love it.
Oh... and check out this band...(poor)yorik and let me know what you think...
| 2004-03-10 15:41:45 ET
Okay so yes... I'm posting another poem BUT it's only cuz I wanted to see how people liked it. Most said they enjoyed the one I posted yesterday so this is just to get a new style up. Thanks that is all.|
It is inspired by this quote:
A soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.
~Johann von Goethe
"A New Dawn"
The look in her eyes gives truth to lies
As tears trail off into a shallow pool
Like a small forest glade surrounded by tall oaks
And falling leaves disturb the presence of solitude
The stillness of life under chaotic streaming of light
Giving way to a newborn divergence in the earth
The smallest waking moment ending with night
The dawn, the dusk, the morning of dew
Everything else seems unnecessary when surrounded
Like a crouching spirit lying hidden from a hunting faceless wraith
In the shadow she lies in wait til her moment to awake comes
Freeing her from prying eyes like a hunter's sight down the gun barrel
Seeking to end her life, fragile and alone
And when her stalking predator finds no trace
She is finally alone to give a chance to these fates
To experience the everything that awaits her
To finally see complete her newfound place
And the existence before will never comprehend
Will never give truth to lies like a chasm of night
Streaming cool moon beams through spiderlike trees
And a gentle touch of nature's hand in the wind
Brushing the fullness of her cheeks
Smooth and lightly the touch, the feel
The honest look in her eyes
And with each crumpled sound of leaves hitting the ground
Like a metronome giving structure to this present placement of sound and thought
This simple comprehension of a new face in the crowd
Setting free and casting aside assumptions failed to answer
And with her eyelids the dream comes to a crashing close
A blink, like a stutter, a skipped frame
Giving illusion not a chance
No chance to settle the spirit...
| A new poem... 2004-03-07 22:12:26 ET
This is the kind of poem I've always wanted to write but never could. I'm really proud of this one. I hope you all like it.|
"Clearly a Tangled Voice"
Blinking light from every pore
The brightness that is you lights my way
Not even the stars can compare
On the edge of night
It is you that sheds light on my dreams
You that reminds me of every smile drawn
Every happy memory brought out by you
It is strange how I replay our encounters in my mind
Like I missed something overlooked
And I'm afraid of forgetting
Never thought I'd react in such a way
Let alone allow myself a second more than I need
To apply these dreams and fantasies to you
To wish for something in me for you
To give every word a second thought
Like a second lost rather than a second found
Stuttering on the word and flowing on the page
Can you see what I am wanting?
Because everything sounds better in your voice
Your words and your thought
You are the want I have read for a generation
Like a muse for Dante and Vergil called upon but never came
A song from Buckley and Lennon that was never made
The lines that Shakespeare thought but couldn't make rhyme
And the strokes that Dali could never use to melt time
You are my lillies
You are my starry night
My cafe at night under a Paris skyline
With cellos harmonizing the cricket's chirp
The sounds of Bach losing themselves in the night sky
Just as I'm afraid of losing the thought
Losing the dream
The moment made up of seconds
Until I know the meaning of your name upon my lips
And until then I will dream of soft brush strokes
And a swirling of emotion in the palette of my mind
On the easel of my slumber
Well let me know what you think.