these are the words of a marine a general a prophet

THESE ARE THE WORDS OF ONE OF MY FAVORITE POETS GOING... HE DOES SHOWS WITH MUSIC BEHIND HIM WHILE HE THROWS OUT THESE WORDS...


HE IS A BLACK PANTHER CROUCHED IN THE SHADOWS READY TO POUNCE.... AND HE IS A MARINE... A BROTHER.... A GENERAL.

His identity is too important for me to advertise. You will meet him on the show... and the websites... here are his hardcore, straight off the top of that gorgeous head... '


THANK YOU FOR TAKING MY BACK MAN. I KNOW YOU CAN FIGHT.







remember duder i see shit from the other side, so truly i appreciate it.




you're on some gangsta shit, this is what gangsta do, but this is better because you won't have me doing drive bys on movie exec...and if you did you know i'm a good shot!














yesterday i was on the train and the strong pungent smell of rank ass and pussy filled my nostrils.
and i thought "the message was given and they still steady pushing" beat street in hood games of furious three out of five.
and yet as foul as this smell was, permeating my senses and saturating my taste buds. it hit me how beautiful and crippling funny all this is, every aspect of life. the struggle, the pleasure, the joy, the pain. our ability to drown ourselves in pity and bake the walls of our hearts with the heat of denial casting hollow walls of invulnerability. or trust with love as our foundation even when it has proven to hurt in ways we choose not to see for hope that there are people worthy of such a gift.
rank smell of ass and pussy, smeared images of iconic imagery dreamy visuals fractal spirals mathematically sound to deaf ears. the train rattles on gasping screeching crawling like some dying catepillar inching along iron rails man made lightening and crowded passegers in its belly but never becoming a butterfly
mechanical drowsiness of a paranoid android infused with the smell of the homeless the smell of body fluids exchanged for dollars high end perfume and the last remaining smells of ganga on my clothes.
easing me into the heady smell and its induced recognizance.
i am dying, we are dying and there is nothing we can do about that. and it makes me smile, the finality of our over inflated egos and sense of self over those who suffer right next to us. over the slow death of this planet we extol technological advancements that strangle us with convenience. further separating us from our humanimality, from our struggle to survive as defined by environment of planet rather than the evironment of concrete bee hives drones coming and going 9 to 5 o'clock high shadows loom in the not so distant future as it barrels towards us one second at a time.
rank ass and pussy the smell of my city flash gave the messgae and they still trying to push me but i'm in love with the city for faults and unseen beauty




getting closer to the edge wanting to lose my head in mushrooms coke and herb magical potions of a inner city saddhu munching on the rotting corpse of babies, the fallen, their hopes and utopian dreams....









stream shit collected in inverted skulls....




from 2012 to 2013 i found an obscene visage of conspiring aristocrats conjuring a mirage of democracy constitutional tablets of destiny narcotics of freedom peddled world wide in stride with the thunder of 16 hooves where rides war famine pestillence and death from fascism to corporatism single cell organism to reptillian simian religous fundamentalism inner city projects balanced as black history unfolds as constellations sweep from existence within the sentence of immaculate dissolution spinning akashic records mixing karmic cycles of subjective and objective views good and evil are in the eyes of the beholder calling me man is a pejorative this is the paradoxically authoritative in pace with whats peaking anger ignorance and destructive poverty watch as america turns the earth into one big city strip mall where hope has been released from pandoras box changing into desparation revolution the hottest shit on the blocks since crack rocks or canker sored whores sucking cock just for a little taste of instant gratification mans sexual declarations of waste crushing rappers into soylent green paste sun moon allah got a harem full of chaste earths mental bellies full as i fat her with ideas like suns that are grateful for the struggle of vengance in this new age of apocalypse and death war machine engines life release/ through anxiety and beats/ confused reptile monkey/ fell out the tree of life/ cause god tried to lynch me/ pegged for sacrifice on cross roads of contradiction/ redemption as a saviour for humans with bad behavior/ in competition for goods and services rendered/ in civil disobedience suspension of compassion/ people are forced to starve/ and i see no point in diving into hell/ i have the eyes of a ape but my name is ishmael/ its like i'm a ghost in the hollow tip shell/ of a failing male in bio mechanical space jump suit/ ironically enough the root to human diversity and creation/ so moot/ accepted as a selling technique neglected on the oblique/reaching our spot/ as dark blotches on the sun/ making magnetism knot/ take a look 9 abstract ink blots/ break neck speed when earth gets too hot/ i walk off like lot/ nevering looking back to x and y greed pressure point blood clots/ pa daraucous no needs outta bounds on z axis/ time bandits on tracks/ stole gods secrets made them obsolete/ when i walked on water in titanium concrete boots/ and turned water to energon how could you compete/ when me daeth and life is love triangle cahoots/ why you think my friends call me kete/, keter darker/ a promethean heater/ ascended high master/ giving my fire as gifts/ the healer from the kingdom to the bottom/ ask me questions when i drink rum invoking ghedes spirit/ and he comes from the cross roads bringing exposed bones/ through these days as a mystery victory/ when all points meet/ a soft spoken drunk and grisly/ in the drivers seat scraggly beard/ arrogant crash test dummy/ they said nothing move but the money/ but this is like a prophecy/ sun moon currents in my memory/ drowning happily in rivers of jade and mercury/ time traveler gone till november/ on a persian carpet an arabian knight telling a story thick as forty thieves/ turn into a breeze when i have to leave and have conversations with ancient winds/ and then my consciousness descends into the flow of 7 seas/ on missions to see more weed than aquaman/ getting head from mermaids cobra dreads in braids/ a swampthing from everglades get licked with switch blades /or i'll fry you with gamma rays/ and serve your entrails on silver trays/ its the last days and the weak and the foolsih have dominion with nonsense opinions/ sun moon sun moon ......with real ease we give legacy viral disease say cheese picture perfect in national geographic discomfort secret governments and aryan societies 33rd degrees ice age below zero tendencies of punctual disruption in time to the death grimace of children starving due to iraqis insurrgently minded so called freedom fighters enslaving the populace to inciters unrestrained pledging democratic suffering more drama than sophocles and with hercules forearms i sit like the thinker and ponder if i should tinker with that button and blinker they said it was the basin plug to black holes pull'em just to see whats down the drain green skin vril dox brain pulsates particle lightwaves and purple hued sound waves crushing erosion to preconceived notions my will swims in primordial oceans whats the signal jihad music and massacre stab the sun with mkraan blades and scar that bastard blemished perfectly no cause for alarm thats not a gun barrel on my arm its just my heart shaped good luck charm against starscream to disarm his jealousy i put rhymes together like dick and pussy while you lousy cock vomit emcee's wish to be me creativly innovative in a failing aristocrisy