lil tear say hello

Category: Poetry, beat, drugs, sketch, the plebian rag, theplebianrag| June 18th, 2009

Plaster o paris’d
the face
taught dry
mummified & sucked the brain
outta the nose
wadded up the Kleenex
tossed it in the can
took a walk round the city
grim fac’d n statuesque
white fac’d black lip’d
a little hole fer the tongue
slippery snaked sounds
greet the hellos, how r yas’
Sssssssssssssssssssssslop
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr’u
thoughtless n jobless
dressed too clean for some change
too clean for scraps
pennies n’ lint all got
cup of gin
serv’d up some hidden
Surrealist café’
dry rott’d tongue
air etherless n yung
borrw’d a cape from the bowr’y
n flew
threw the crowds
concrete smile w/cocked grin
grimace’d skin wasted under balloons
white always wins
took da-king
horny bishop laughed
something ‘ bout museums
n pantomimes
w/guns
borrw’d pin hammer
tapp’d tapp’d the plaster
peeling back from da face
perfect’ly form’d
goodbye eyes
lil’ tear say hello
we’re all sons of Abraham
straight’way onto Eden
offer’d up the mask
fer forgivness
Shake
shake shake it clean
clear da table
of da empty gin glass’s
eyes
plaster skies
always win
white beat da black
n’ yea better not fergot

symbiosis

Category: Art, Poetry, beat, the plebian rag, theplebianrag| June 18th, 2009

………………..

Thorns without can stick with these sometimes stick woods
my safely want their walk
spiders trail
Are touching at me

animals and itch
point whenever webs
Out there by them
across that have
make plants by some
Stick the spin
use them way
plants move
in them the gently
look
Move at too.

don’t kiss the emperor’s ring

Category: Art, Poetry, WSN RADIO, beat, the plebian rag| April 29th, 2009

This is an SOS to the saints
Tho they are all dead
Our world is sick
Stricken with tired aching feet
Mouths that rest slack
Ooh those sorrow’d eyes they bleed
Coloring crimson cheeks
Into a false state of bliss
This is an SOS to the bedraggled
Waiting every month for their dollars
Completely co-dependent upon
A deceitful organization
Ruled by mobsters with dollar guns
And coins fer the eyes
After they suck peoples husks dry
Why o why
Do these shackles of oppression
Hinder them, probing deep inside their memories
Little bells ting their gongs
Humming a tune of farewells
A heavy tune to bring them further down
This is an SOS to the fearful
Who cower in their beds at night
Scanning the midnight skies for fighter jets
& wmo’s
Smothering their faces with the pillows
Like a makeshift gas mask
Waiting for the end to come
Sending this SOS out to the masses
A wakeup call to the order
A new world order
With tattoos just for you
No branding of skins will do
Will not be perpetrated by you
Will not be herded to concentration camps
For special treatments
Will not submit to martial law
Or subtle morse codes through the phones
Or control through tele-screen portals
So this is an SOS for you
To wake and rise
Take to the streets and riot
Take no prisoners
Raise no swords
Load no guns
Sheath the pens and jam the streets
This is an SOS to batter the walls
Heed this call
Pour out the brandy
Melt all the pills
Break the needles and smear the lines
Cause there is no need for chemical confusion
This is our calling and its time to yell
We are sick of it all
Yea its time to say
All there is to say
That has been stifled
By the butt of the rifles
Bled out with rusted bayonettes
Lost in the bunkers of peace
Sucking on the sticks of grease
Torching the meadows slick with oily footprints
Forget about the carbon in the air
Dodge the acid rains
Cut off all yer hair
Tie it up in knots
1000’s of feet of rope
For the greatest tug o war
This nation has ever seen
So yea this is an SOS to the unseen
The sullen ones that just get by
The lonely ones who cry
The broken ones who cannot rise up
The little children
Ooh the little children their clock it ticks the clock
Distorting their enchanted view
So this is an SOS for our little girls and boys
Hiding behind our no-vacancy eyes
They are still spying on us
Waiting for us to remember
Those days that we must sing
Rather than these days where we don’t feel a thing
Yes this is an SOS for everything
We adore
An SOS to open new doors
Slam the old boys in the closets
Hang their gangers on the hangers
& hit the streets
Hit the streets & riot
No longer the quiet
But a raging storm
To ensure our futures
Ohh the children
Let them sing
& not bow to an emperors ring.

cock a doodle do to die today

Category: Art, Poetry, beat, the plebian rag, theplebianrag| April 16th, 2009

Wretch’d lips spit on the stoop
Trailing its goo from beard
Splashing onto welcome mat
Its fingers rang the bell
The bell plays a nice domestic tune
Disguising the one room view
Onto the alley where drinks consume
Bell is ringing
Singing inside the rented head that
hangs a smile below no vacancy eyes
same stoop wretch’d lips contort a whistle
whipping the wind frenzy
startling the pals warming up the sewers
bloodshot glares sum it up
and hands wave in mad circles
stopping traffic on Main
hands on wheel tooting horns
giving fingers full of scorn
pulling brown’d blinds apart eyeball squints
through aged stain’d glass
bell is ringing
lips are singing
rented head spins to the clock
stuck on 12:22 morning glory hue
cock a doodle do to die today
wretch’d lips come to pry today
domestic bells disguise the fray
wick’d lips scream the whistle
deadbeat friends participate
streetcars will the jam to dissipate
mad hatter in a shoe slipping in stoop goo
shoo’d the wretched lips with fingers
such words sullen and shushed b’hind stain’d glass
blue shirt blues berate factory fate
clanging the cog it’s a little too late
12:22 stalled democracy calls
On capitalistic orgies of hands and mouths
Stark raving starving in rented head
Close the blinds
Crawl back to bed
12:22 till t’morrow
Dreamin’ sorrow’d
Dreamin’ borrow’d
Time.

Sugar’d street junkie ghost makers

Category: Art, Poetry, beat, drugs, the plebian rag, theplebianrag| March 10th, 2009

Sugar don’t call me sugar, ‘cause I will rott yer tongue, drill tiny little holes in yer teeth.

& run away naked down tha street shouting for a fix.

Filling up tha holes in my arms with tha mess you left behind,
my fingers will stick in tha glue, spat from yer worthless gums.

Fingering tha flesh, puss oozes, I am suddenly scared feeling how empty I am
inside. Junkie ghost eyes cry, ladadadadada day wasting away in the oil stain’d roads

Waxy lights drop their goo searing my eyes that stare at the man with half a face
hanging from the pole, whispering jonny jonny its time to go.

So baby don’t call me sugar, melting in that street licking me with yer putrid tongue
trying to clean me from tha resin of the gun plunged into tha veins, tha rosebeat of sap

Pools in its fluid hue, blocking tha flow of junk and I withdraw from tha street
following tha yellow lines to tha hollow of my heart, jumping round

Holy hound hungry & tha pusher laughs under tha awning, his boy body
with haunches of steel, shimmer shimmer stealing all tha trace of light, tha half faced man

Reaches out his hand, whispering what yer seeing is tha result of patchwork blends,
coke n valium racing through yer cage. So sugar don’t try to steal my post traumatic dreams.

She rotts at tha seams, spilling her effects all over the place all she does is cry,
sucking me dry my husk only knows how to wander anyone can make him for a ghost.

If you follow him you will find yer steady connection, he only disappears after fixing up
filling tha husk with air he sits next to me in his ghost form, smiling & I feel sick.

Like someone wets their fingers snuffing out my wick my tears harden in their waxy spills,
remaining where they are, so sugar go get tha pennies in tha jar & lets suck on tha copper,

Shocking tha mercury teeth sending its waves to our groins, we climax
spurting our essence all over tha room rolling sliding laughing, then it comes down

& out in yellow’d throat gases, silencing tha air, so its time to kiss my mouth kisses
her rotten lips all over her face, stealing my sugar back drooling it into the spoon,

heating it all up all over again.

& winter will come stealing our memories, she still loves to kiss me
until we cum again drowning while tha half faced man laughs kicking the can,

& we watch out tha thousand of windows & the ghost walks away,
cool & luminous, phone ringing junkies singing for some sugar, yea its an easy score.

weeping deceit

Category: Art, Poetry, beat, the plebian rag| March 8th, 2009

Whispering willows weeped, mocking me
wrapping me up like pupae, now what

Does one do with that, snug safe-not this time
grasping my hair, slippery tentacles leave stains

On the parchment with veins, dirty little veins like soil
underneath the heavy rains that patter tatter above

Shielded from clouds’ grey discovery of my frail form
that is retreating from this threat, I suck the air,

Bloating my obtuse brain matter, who is so confused,
saturated with its haze slipped over tongue

Look out here it comes again, soothing the nerves
that were dancing on the open sores, papercuts

From scripts littered all over this fungal bed
where hundreds of years have passed,

Slow evolutions pace unnoticed under willow’d grace
revered as majestic and wise, but now its clear to me

This trees enlightenment is purely a silent suicide
to the unobserved sleeper dreaming in its last time

Slowly entwined with constricted weeping roots,
crying for its prey like the rains that wash all the

Filthy desires of man down to the base adding another
ring like a notch on a headboard for the conquered

Lovers that are easily forgotten with a change of scenery,
years upon years are the fuel for this frenzied dancing of leaves,

Looping its arms , wrapping me up and taking me downtown
where the grubs rule the underground, pushing

That parchment with its veins to the surface, left
to wither and dry in the air, under this willow’s

Deceitful lair.

Rorschach bloods

Category: Art, Poetry, WSN RADIO, beat, drugs, sketch, the plebian rag, theplebianrag, tic| February 27th, 2009

Five fingers one to three thru five
Dipping into the darkness
It hangs on the pads, filling my prints
Palmreader couldn’t predict such happenings
This paper smudged with surrounding light
Rorschach bloods and my silence speaks too loud
This mortar and bone office with frames &
Cush leather chains onto my belt
Tighter n tighter I press into the cushion
Welting my waistline
Intent on those fingers
Dilating pupils
Pinpoints of refraction from spectacles
Perked on hook nose
A perfect disguise for acceptance
While looking the way to the soul
Downward into the spiral he would ride
Yet his own vacuous psychotic mind
Feigns that of superior sanity
Keeping him safe
Sameness blames slippery one liners
Hanging in the silence of my thought cloud
Slowly turning grey with the dark
Seeping through pores into my blood spores
Their uncharted ride into madness
Leaves their stains where the last of sanity
Remains
Uncharted and vast hiding in the grimy clasp
Of clogged nuerons tired from years
Of pollution
Their weak electrical pulses mimic
My slow movements
And apathetic attitudes towards
Rorschach dreams
Pathetic means of analytical charts
And graphs
You are here they say
While I still am lost in the grey thought cloud
Waiting for the darkness to color
Me into the hue of the slavery that has enveloped
My very nature of humanness
5 fingers one to three thru five
Waving high
Stone still
Waiting patiently for my scripts
Undecipherable to an untrained eye
Familiar to my hungry heart
Failure to cry may be the result
Of paranoia and dementia
Welcoming me back home
So with one finger I touch my eyelids
Smearing them black
Rubbing a little too hard
Till stars and sunrises of yesterday
Break way for one
Little tear
Tremor the lip
Then comes the understanding
Between the patient and the nose
And a solemn one handed goodbye
Clenching the other fist
With nexts month’s fix.

24 hrs before the lotus

Category: Art, Poetry, WSN RADIO, beat, drugs, sketch| February 26th, 2009

Never cracked the seams
Instead bleeding out
From the inside
Twisting the noose tighter
Wound in wound
Turning face blue skyward bound
Euphoria slips its sneaky fingers into my eyes
Mixing melding reality sunrise
To the east one big red sun
To the west a big mother gun
Shoot the sun out before it sets
Spin the feet unto days rest
Never point the soles to the monk
For ye shall defile him
And tongues will lash
A thousand welts on skinned back
Twenty four hours knelt before the lotus flower
Churning guts into submission
Paltry feelings overrun with salted emotions
Landing onto flushed cheeks
Branded red sun
Weilding the mother gun
Dripping reds n blues
Refreshing parched caucasians
Who scurry round n round
A carousel that melts
Fading into the background of a million
Faces
Eyes dizzy n content with
Spirals contorting n unfolding the
Midnights call to mass
Cut lips on the chalice glass
Retching on unlevened breads
Left standing with the body
The pain body
That bleeds from the inside
Leeking from the seams
Ooh memory reams of little words
Unfurl yer flag
And cover the worms
Before they invade
Where the seams are wider
As the cracks desire exposure
Seeking the attention
Of the mother gun
Who tries to shoot out the big red sun
Where east and west never stray
Signaling new day gone day
Dismay dismay
Senseless feeling
This endless reeling.

You little thing that kills

Category: Art, Poetry, WSN RADIO, beat, drugs, sketch, tic| February 22nd, 2009

Hey will you follow me down now
I asked one last fateful time
yer surprised eyes scrutinize me
Like yer addicted to the vengeance
Of yer wicked ways
Hiding in the dust that covers your skin
Glinting like diamonds in the night
Our bodies were once fused as one
Coalesced forever in time
But not even nostradamus could have predicted
That you were a vampiric whore
Feeding your desire for my molten fires
Holding my heart that bleeds out laying stillborn in your hands
all of my aspirations coloring yer hands
such a pretty crimson hue
a handsome healing
to your pathetic farce
crying ooh I want to be alone with you
tickling my ears with yer lips
little did I know you would cleave me through
making me just another sacrifice
eager to pay the price
I heeded your call late at night when the dark could conceal me
Darting behind the trees
Stooping under the bushes
Only the light of my skin shines
Under the fantastic moon
Wanting to bed you down
But my body is weakening
There is no turning back now running to you
Now I wonder if you will grieve for me
Saving me from my hollow chest
That echoes round my state of mind unrest
Wanting to take you higher than any goddess
Offering you my heart for your sacrifice
I was eager to pay the price
Little did I know we would say goodbye
So I cried will you follow me down
I will be sure to leave the light on
Always to be there
Waiting for my little girl
Who used to sing songs to me
Hypnotizing me under your heavy glow
Remembering when you asked me
What would I do if this were my last day
I answered that I would take the road
Less traveled now
Lifting you up memorializing our pictures
In the past
Cause memories are the only the things that last
But you had other plans for me
Plotting out my last day
When my heart would lay in your hands
Smearing my blood over your beautiful body
Casting me aside
Laughing at my surprise
Saying goodbye to our past
Burying the ashes of our sins
Underneath the trails of the places we been
Snuffing the fuse of our love
Watching it go up in smoke
So hey baby wont you follow me down
Where our memories can be found
Just remember that anywhere I go
I will be gathering up the ashes of our sins
Carrying them with me in my pockets
Sealing them up in a rusted locket
With yer smiling face
Reminding me of when we lost ourselves
Inside the ways of your selfish pride
You always used to say there were no second tries
And I cried cried cried
Giving you all that I had to offer
Filling your coffers
With my troubled heart
And just when I realized I was alone
That’s when you take me
I should have known you were crazy
And werent sent here to save me
So yea baby this is a tragedy
My broken heart will bleed
Full of determination
Next time I will get to you know you better
Realizing you couldn’t be anyone but yerself
Taking our pictures down from the shelf
Snapping my fingers
Singing lahlahlahalahlahlah
Loaded spinning around
Forever free of you
Just remember that there was once a day
I wanted to die in your arms
You little thing that kills
Little thing that kills….

Is there an end in sight?

Category: Art, Poetry, Uncategorized, WSN RADIO, drugs| February 22nd, 2009

In my other life did it all for the drugs
Looking at life through the bottom of a bottle
My clothes were dirty and brown
Skin mottled with rummy veins
Half asleep yellowed eyes
Thinking that suicide would be perfect
No this don’t concern you
And no I am not playing god
Cause I believe in reincarnation
I will be back again
Reliving my innocence
you will find me living somewhere in between
Purgatory and earth getting clean again
Erasing all the evidence of my sins
Peeling the skin off my eyes
Chanting in my holy hell surprise
A systematic chant to hypnotize
My watered down brain
Soggy with the acid rains
Of my tears
Cause I know it’s the beginning of the end
To my little man friend
Who loves to feed me his poisons
We go on and on
Concealling all my fears
Dancing to the troubles on my mind
I sipped from the cup
Pouring the water from the dirty jug
Down the sink
Watching it suck me under
On and on we go
While he whispered
We can have it all
Just slip this noose round yer neck
Constricting all the tears that you cry
Emptying yer mind of all that you desire
Put these shoes on to keep yer feet safe from the fire
Isolate yer blue little veins
No I tell you it aint wrong
Nothing is worth it if it aint painful
When you were born you came in through the back door
And all that you hold true
Can be found if you pour this sweet sweet wine
Down yer throat
So this is the new grand design
Yea there will be some hell to pay
But nothing is worth it if it aint painful
And soon you wont be able to live without
Wanting some more
Crying to yer baby
Hey get the juice
I was born too late
And came through the back door
So this is how I rewind the time
Leaving the rest behind
Trying to isolate father time
So hey baby
Get the juice
I am making my decisions out of desperation
And I don’t know which way to go
And there is no more room for me to grow
All my fears have come alive
And I think this is the place where I will die
Cause I know I need this to be alive
And I don’t have the strength to live inside this illusion
Drowning in my self induced delusions
Living inside my demon dreaming
About what it feels like to be alive
All I want to do is die with dignity
Like the heroes that have been written about in this age
They were the only ones who were able to say goodbye to the machine
all I do is continue to build the wheels
Clanking the cog
Wanting to disapear inside the fog
Of the days of my life
When I could have done something more
Should have done something more