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Early Morning Frequency
Sense of misery lent a fearsome roll
Intense delivery of intense material
Hence I live these sentiments spherical!
Stare 3 cares to the whim beyond
Your own parasympathetic response
Attention to will
Clench or kill
Tension distilled
Every component becomes its own segment
Every one displayed on collection
Dissected, bent and re-mentioned
For instant reflection
As tactical discretion
Input of a tighter collage
Spin insider's knowledge
Clearer to solve this
Blank are we in the mirror's polish
Slack evolves wit
Form the stance
At a moment's glance
Mind un-fills
Ennui is beyond me
Time stands still
Endlessly and honestly
Mine to out-will
Unwind to overkill
Is the burst clear
Overkill is my first gear
Bolder still since my birth year!
My shrill cry
Dispersed my fear
I was left to carry on
Learn to stare 3 cares to the whim beyond
My own parasympathetic response!
Louder vibrations wail in my mind
Than a heavy metal mime
High in space so thin the air to find
Sighs on faces when I spin a bare rhyme
But whether legato or staccato the vibe-lotto
In my vibrato rides a spry grow
Hear them purring
Whenever I'm stirring
Frets to bless in concurrence
Wet sheets in a mess occurring
Rocking to blur from my ocular interring
Pure discernment!
I learned early to burn what's sure within
From internment in jocular whims and capers
Trimmed thin from Occam's Razor!
(Yeah, right, like I ever follow that shit-- way off for sure!)
Displaying every layer twice
Slaying with daisho slice
(nitojutsu – bleed slow, through and through. Beats goes on too.)
Spin frightful flow in vice
Within welded to a feisty sprite
My skin tells with nightly mystery bites
Gelled tightly in delight
Never rely on assumptions
Cuz that makes an ass out of you and umption
Nor did I ever fear jumping in
Or being the dumped into a new spin
Luncheon. Of Cannibal cads.
Or one animal-Maenad humping
Crunching minds in bump and grind
Flicking in the mirror
Switching the scene to clear
For fifteen years
Jump in any time since 1999
Still pump a billion bar brunch... from any line!
Like “Enemy Mine!”
Frets to bomb
Go watch “Enemy Mine” and learn to get along!
Tight tracks paced into every statement
Are just layers of wavelengths
So the ride I'm quaking
Grows through my bones
Appease my dome, released not from the brain
But the wet stains shown
I let a rain go when I'm prone
And catching my breath
Fetching things collect
Unfettered they express
Slide into the Way, the ring of the Zone
Vibrations through my bones show
Divine makes her way in and tomes blow
That's the real reason I call it FLOW!
Dither a little to deliver a riddle
But rivers of shit to whittle?
Slits fakes and drowns them in shit flakes!
Mental diarrhea motherfuckers!
Developments that spree serve to uncover suckers!
A million samples to expose when I trample prose
And just like hydro...
Handle what grows but cut the leaves back
Somewhere the Weaver and the Great Deceiver slipped in fast
Believe that altered all of humanity's tracks
Bereave but I don't falter what I handle and map
Experience organized for lore to vibe-lotto
That's what I refer to as STACKS!
Hold it in one mental location
Fine grains to find gain!
Uh, bread from FLAX!
Ahead of the misled, never lax
Unfold a stack without holding back
Is what makes this osmosis smack?
The Cosmos's favorite snack!
Never meek, weathered to unique
To be sure, unique as defined as pure
I bleat indiscreet
Speak my piece on any street
Seek and see
Set what I see free
A range of reaching for me
That changes my main frequency!
Intense delivery of intense material
Hence I live these sentiments spherical!
Stare 3 cares to the whim beyond
Your own parasympathetic response
Attention to will
Clench or kill
Tension distilled
Every component becomes its own segment
Every one displayed on collection
Dissected, bent and re-mentioned
For instant reflection
As tactical discretion
Input of a tighter collage
Spin insider's knowledge
Clearer to solve this
Blank are we in the mirror's polish
Slack evolves wit
Form the stance
At a moment's glance
Mind un-fills
Ennui is beyond me
Time stands still
Endlessly and honestly
Mine to out-will
Unwind to overkill
Is the burst clear
Overkill is my first gear
Bolder still since my birth year!
My shrill cry
Dispersed my fear
I was left to carry on
Learn to stare 3 cares to the whim beyond
My own parasympathetic response!
Louder vibrations wail in my mind
Than a heavy metal mime
High in space so thin the air to find
Sighs on faces when I spin a bare rhyme
But whether legato or staccato the vibe-lotto
In my vibrato rides a spry grow
Hear them purring
Whenever I'm stirring
Frets to bless in concurrence
Wet sheets in a mess occurring
Rocking to blur from my ocular interring
Pure discernment!
I learned early to burn what's sure within
From internment in jocular whims and capers
Trimmed thin from Occam's Razor!
(Yeah, right, like I ever follow that shit-- way off for sure!)
Displaying every layer twice
Slaying with daisho slice
(nitojutsu – bleed slow, through and through. Beats goes on too.)
Spin frightful flow in vice
Within welded to a feisty sprite
My skin tells with nightly mystery bites
Gelled tightly in delight
Never rely on assumptions
Cuz that makes an ass out of you and umption
Nor did I ever fear jumping in
Or being the dumped into a new spin
Luncheon. Of Cannibal cads.
Or one animal-Maenad humping
Crunching minds in bump and grind
Flicking in the mirror
Switching the scene to clear
For fifteen years
Jump in any time since 1999
Still pump a billion bar brunch... from any line!
Like “Enemy Mine!”
Frets to bomb
Go watch “Enemy Mine” and learn to get along!
Tight tracks paced into every statement
Are just layers of wavelengths
So the ride I'm quaking
Grows through my bones
Appease my dome, released not from the brain
But the wet stains shown
I let a rain go when I'm prone
And catching my breath
Fetching things collect
Unfettered they express
Slide into the Way, the ring of the Zone
Vibrations through my bones show
Divine makes her way in and tomes blow
That's the real reason I call it FLOW!
Dither a little to deliver a riddle
But rivers of shit to whittle?
Slits fakes and drowns them in shit flakes!
Mental diarrhea motherfuckers!
Developments that spree serve to uncover suckers!
A million samples to expose when I trample prose
And just like hydro...
Handle what grows but cut the leaves back
Somewhere the Weaver and the Great Deceiver slipped in fast
Believe that altered all of humanity's tracks
Bereave but I don't falter what I handle and map
Experience organized for lore to vibe-lotto
That's what I refer to as STACKS!
Hold it in one mental location
Fine grains to find gain!
Uh, bread from FLAX!
Ahead of the misled, never lax
Unfold a stack without holding back
Is what makes this osmosis smack?
The Cosmos's favorite snack!
Never meek, weathered to unique
To be sure, unique as defined as pure
I bleat indiscreet
Speak my piece on any street
Seek and see
Set what I see free
A range of reaching for me
That changes my main frequency!
Published 2nd Jul 2014
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2nd Jul 2014 7:26am
2nd Jul 2014 8:37pm
Suddenly everyone's tense to right now
Somewhen in the sun is when we were young
Enough to set borne the storm,
What we believe is what we wore
Torn skin, worn thin, war and ardor
Is what I can believe in and wear anymore
Somewhen in the sun is when we were young
Enough to set borne the storm,
What we believe is what we wore
Torn skin, worn thin, war and ardor
Is what I can believe in and wear anymore
3rd Jul 2014 4:55pm
this is hard shit man......lovin it my daughter and I read this out loud Love it!
5th Jul 2014 9:57pm
I love the image of you reading my work out loud because I am en rapt with vibrations. Early morning poetry rituals are part of my meditation process and part of that involves checking the mind-state of those I connect with. If I'm careful with who I share minds with, there's a steady spiritual pool from which to draw energy. Most of your poems have always felt like folks songs, prayers, things to sing in the car, kitchen, something you'd hear in a coffeeshop or bar. I have always felt moved by reading certain things out loud enough times. After many years of studying Eastern philosophy I ultimately decided we have to find our own psalms, and then re-set our own frequency with them. Thank you, Kandi, I am moved that my lyrics re-vibed with other generations. Thank you for the support soul-sister!
7th Jul 2014 5:34am
"Fine grains to find gain!" that line made me thin of a hourglass flipping infinitely...Excellent ink..enjoyed as always!!!
11th Jul 2014 00:05am
Life becomes death. That's the middle of the hourglass. Not a second. Not a moment in time. A moment out of time. Then that life becomes matter, to grow and become energy. The lower half of the hourglass. Those grains become a hill. I've always thought that in stories, in wisdom, in music, in love, in in rituals we pass on the very spark of love that started life. So to me, all the blather I spit about infinite? It's never about eternity for my consciousness. I'll pass and become what I am to become. Change is the only constant. But everything we do? Everything we write and sing and read and love?
Flips our hourglass every day.
There's been so many wicked cool mental pictures that you've shared with me in your comments. I've frequently been stopped by them because the meaning is caught but the imago is original. It's a layer I didn't taste before. I still see the flipping hourglass, which tells me your reverie-responses should be turned into single and 3 panel comics, or paintings. They stick around in the mind for awhile.
Flips our hourglass every day.
There's been so many wicked cool mental pictures that you've shared with me in your comments. I've frequently been stopped by them because the meaning is caught but the imago is original. It's a layer I didn't taste before. I still see the flipping hourglass, which tells me your reverie-responses should be turned into single and 3 panel comics, or paintings. They stick around in the mind for awhile.
