The Sickness Of The World

Laurels of A Dullard Species

Who can claim holiness today?
all wallowing together,
netted by cyber-worlds,
locked in electro-carnal relations....

Who can claim magic blues-boy mileage today?
all rooted in chairs,
in front of electric windows,
agog with fiction-profiles,
most attractive, yet dreamed

Who can say that they are of nature and pine?
choking on petrol vines
that reach deep into their mortality,
insisting on covering their heads,
with metal sheets when they travel
abandoning their winds,
their pure air,
their true god-light as natural beings

Who can lead the life of Christ?
all inoculated,
safe from Anthrax,
safe from pollen,
heat and cold not willing or capable of Jesus' burden...
the savior of own sin,
not willing or capable of holiness...
dependent on ghosts for a fictitious salvation

Who will re-discover our humanity again?
to know the miracle again of discovering
the boundaries of Heaven as they caress the Earth
to love courageously again,
where fear of rejection and fear of ridicule
remain only for cowards
to be able to sing with angelic voices our ability
to hold one's love as holy and deserving of praise
to be consistently capable of mercy as gifted unto families,
and forget our animal desires to kill out of fear

Who will teach and live to inform?
to memorize the formulas of history and science,
so that the laws of the world do not fade
into the circuits of A-I coldness
to nurture the synapses of biological logic,
the muscle memory of algebraic strength
to build new wonders and numeric strings
to uncover those eyes that poverty has hooded,
that class and bloopers of economy would deem unworthy,
to free minds/spirits & sweep away the ache of ignorance,
the clinging holocaust of dogma,
the cults of guilt and judgment..death rides of fanaticism...freedom from mini-messiahs: Jones/Hitler/Popes/Calvin/Mao/Manson/Stalin/Castro/Regan/Putin/Hussein/Escobar/Koresch/Presley/Nixon/Hubbard/??????????  

Who will remind us of our arts?
to drum under the influence of root and extract,
to pipe and blow into the lung-hearts of stalk and reed
to catch our images innocent in their pride, not out of ego,
but expression of self and selves,
communions of man,
to bend metal and bond,
to grind and shape, stone, oil, water,
dyes and tears of joy, shed in tribute to the bounty of God
to look back onto Leonardo, Monet,
Masters Dutch and French,
Scholars of the ash-can,
cubist and Reuben’s cherubic nudes
to paint the body, to pierce and stretch...in an effort mimicking our dream-selves,
to suffer pains invested in animal guises

Who will remind us of our humility?
When we disregard the prophets of our own nature,
the angels of our divine intent,
the seraphim chorus of pure spirit sound
the crime is consciousness without conscience,
awareness of our own apathy,
the submittal to the baser core.....
the love of the false-self...
To embrace yourself is to hold nothing,
so live while you can, not when you must

  not a sci-fi

Icy globules.  their plastcized iris
hardly melted to lachrymal pools

And, never flowed in emotional or ecstatic outbursts
across overly thinned chemocosmetic plains
unmoved by deep smooched tectonics.

Cratered naturalistic eccentricities
were buried under chiselled changeable turfs

And, were blankly unknown to elevated antennal virtuosities  
pillared as infectious pimply imperfections out of profuse brushings
with an opposing subject in the absolutely freedom amphitheatres of love

All these sternly programmed icedeyes were made to be remembered
only their sterile helmeted islandic isolations
precautiously fitted with screening blocks
to any lifeform proximity

Probabilities of contracted smiles and love: NIL

Futuristic hybrids,  these 'robojects'
with muted hearts and mutated minds
out of gross excessive exposures
over generations and generations
to the most pathetic irreversible lethality

Nonlinearly crooked radiations of Desire.


Devolution
Zeroed

Its not the sickness.    Its the END.

niggas bout to run hockey too....

keep makin it manual labor......



Darrel Wallace jr-420 cubic inches equals how many feet?


you don't    
want nothin to do with me darlin    
been from the other side of the trax    
shavin lox    
with butter blades    
since buildings been burnin    
and it was cool to die for something good    
 
dallas winston got my back    
 
 
backstreet badasses been stealin cars    
that you didn't know were awesome
till 20 yrs later  
 
dog earing pages    
insults the author    
but reminds a brotha    
you gave a shit    
 
7 million strangers    
petroleum jelly dougy fresh    
dance    
backsliding in bathroom mirrors    
comb the moustache    
broom the burns    
burn the bad lil white stragglers    
too eager too die    
vaseline    
follicles    
with somethin to do    
fashionable    
besides bein the man in prison    
 
where are the ice cream shops    
drag strips that drop off a cliff    
hatin police    
that throw night sticks    
in the day time    
bustin the place up    
for bringin a guy    
on a shake    
sometimes a brotha will die    
to test you    
jus sittin in the passenger seat  
isn't enough

"How Far We Have Not Come"

Five months and fifty years I have breathed the air of freedom  
Behind my shroud of white comfort and grade    
With all our laws of equal rights and equal pay  
And actions to affirm that we mean what we say  
With Supreme Court decisions we can always make undone  
Another man declared “just look how far that we have come”  
What a joke the trembling words of ignorance!    
When the lines become blurred between hatred and romance  
Stay sick when you’re unwell, then die and go to Hell  
And if you’re in the mood to buy I got a bridge I wanna sell  
We need more cash to finish the fence along the porous south  
While we cut out stamped assistance to feed your hungry mouths  
Cut back money to public schools where learning is sedated
To keep OUR growing minds more highly educated    
We still have jobs for you that no one else will do  
Found clever ways to pay you less than a minimum living wage  
Taking kickbacks from plastic cards instead of cash or checks  
That charge you if you spend and charge you more to save  
We found more ways to make a profit from all the choices that we gave  
‘Cos if we cannot own you, we’ll still work you like a slave  
We’ll watch our hood for hoodlums out for an evening walk    
And stand our ground against snacking hoodies that we stalk  
Or stop and frisk everyone we profile as suspicious  
But keep them at a distance in case their color is contagious  
We’ll power up the House to defund head-start for underprivileged youth  
Then we’ll pass eleven laws to make sure that you still lose  
Just like the right to vote you were never supposed to use  
‘Cos time has surely eliminated those who discriminated    
So said most of the Supreme Pawns who were selected  
Through haughty high strung puppets we elected  
Who in hatred and in-justice were truly deaf and dumb  
Yet clearly I can see how far we have not come


(jj Johnson)

The more things don't change, the more they stay the same!

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