September 2011
29 posts
“…. Suckas, try hard to stop it
trampled by the Pale Horse, lost in the mosh pit
Die Hard, Non-Stop, I’m toxic
Astral project, My soul remains constant
Motion, I am that
Energy from the ocean, My third eye raps,
I’m a capsule ascending
My essence is never-ending,
as much freedom I’m spending!
My senses are sensing,
comprehending
be-coming,
I’m tryna see something!”
Bob Dylan — Tangled Up in Blue - 1975
The Doors — Back Door Man - live in 1970.
you may not believe it
but there are people
who go through life with
very little
friction or
distress.
they dress well, eat
well, sleep well.
they are contented with
their family
life.
they have moments of
grief
but all in all
they are undisturbed
and often feel
very good.
and when they die
it is an easy
death, usually in their
sleep.
you may not believe
it
but such people do
exist.
but I am not one of
them.
oh no, I am not one
of them,
I am not even near
to being
one of
them
but they are
there
and I am
here.
the ones Johnny Cash wore
the black for,
Black & white women that were turned to crack whores…” —Brother Ali