The low budget nomadic poem set, (formerly SummerOfRage), was written last summer,
shot from 4:30am till Noon, and has been uploading on youtube ever since. It is at
the moment 89 poems, and a few transitions of video symbolism, about corporate culture, slavery, animal cruelty (tied horses), all of which are short, and LOW BUDGET so some windy scenes are felt.
LINK HERE(once finished uploading and put foward, the play list is backward right now)
It, is a collection of short poems, dancing around some overlooked truths
here in Philly and universally. The most acerbic of these is the one
of a white horse tied up in ally, and then another where the horse
is doing its job at independence hall. Alex Jones said there was
to be a revolution last summer and such fear mongering never happened
Its winter, where was your summer of rage (also, where was my set, late- but
this revolution looks off track).
Theres also about 15 missing and a few wrongly titled.
Thanks
Labels: videoms
Modest.
Philadelphia Mural Arts
Labels: videoms
to be edited at a later date. here is the second portion 22 - 88
XXII
Senses
,Census
,A corrosive poll taken
,Stolen rust
,Rush of steal to the head
,A stay before, pretext, ahead
,Rolls
,A corrosive role played
,A corrosive parole drained
,The senses
,Watchful eyes pry lids trying to see sounds
,Words fail bridging the gaps between taste
,Best buds become enemies at the scent
,Taken
,Census is a point
,Taken
XXIII
I was kicked by route sixty six
Where each cell in its foot had a sickle
This was
A decision made by a million gavels
Pre
Meditation
As if a group of ghandis bound
Cover to cover I was bound to get there
Bound to catch the leather to the head
My destination took its mark round
Halo
I wrote and read the book on bruise
Wayne- the night bored me as it began to fade
I chose to run
XXIV
In the ab scents of light
Sweat
She’s afraid of the
Bark
So indulged I bring the freighter
Of fright
Gee, its great after being out late
Walking my baby back
Ribs- hand, a, b,
You get the point.
XXV
Someone calculated the hypotenuse
Of somewhere over the rainbow
Is actually lower than the clouds
Where the ravens pry away at bodies
On the chimney tops
In the heat where ice melts into sewage drops
Someone engineered heaven
And I think you’re not going to like
The new look about the place
XXVI
Cheater cheater pumpkin
Skinned punctured by the bayonet
Of a bayou blue rebel
When all the issues we levy to read
Cannot compare, just stare
Cheater cheater you left death
Stood up before your prom
And decided to go with the
Flow of persons instead of nature
In a world where Cherokee is a porn star
In a jeep commercial
Jeepers mister his story sure doesn’t
Look like mine
Difference is a dinner plate to be
Gobbled
XXVII
I was out of order
I’m sorry, sorting out my laughs
Between loudspoken “of’s”
Well, sort of
That number you want to be in
Among the saints
Marching
And I as an atypical poet,
Got out of line of poem
XXVIII
Substituting circles for zeros
Seems to be the rage
Instead of repeating or coming to a learning
Point in a full circle we cycle in eclipses
Never really reaching but always
XXIX
45 passed the hour
I hold tight to the calibur of the
Our world is just words now
Hands on the clock are just fingers
And our generation is just too
Politically correct to just pull that trigger
XXX
Land of a thousand picketers
So many causes
Such little effect
31
He sat in
Against the will
Won’t you lend an ear
Air
Fixated on a cause
Calls for aspxhiyation callous
Hand over of administration
Hand
Shaking skeletons under calm skin
Thumbs reconnect until the cause
Has little affect
Whos necks?
32
The sky was pot sloshing
Fire
A famished burn searching, found
When a man sold his brothers soul
The last hand shake
Shook a nation still
Be still
Re: main ignorance
33
While eating a tangerine
Someone questioned my preference in
Quests
On the weekends I find connections
Are weak and
Little did we know
That someone had such crooked tongue
Electronically
34
With the smallest free form
Figure I plagiarize
Sentences gaveled out before
And behind the same bars of rebirth
I see the inscriptions to take me
There and back again
A gain in the wrong direction
I cut the director
My flavor of medium
35
She
While watching the directors
Intent
Shunned all these
Intentionally
A list of labels formed by
The local anti deformation league
Forming these like birth
It is just like a woman
To do something beautiful and
Return exiled
36
Asking what size
She seized the venti lation
An combination of to and fro
A froth of air
Cloud
Misty representative of sky
She sized the lines of white
Until her veins became coarse
Blue
Poem
37
She was made of earth and with a bow
Of rain in her hair
A streaming cycle flowing
Where are you
Form
No longer where you are from
38
Amor amour drinking sleep
To just be self
A masquerade of naked grounds
In which to bunker under
Where the sandman harvests
Where the summer usurps memories
Clad under amor
War
39
Only in a developed world
Could we word a space a waste
Land
Where we rose from the bile
Generations rooted in earths nutrients
A treed concrete thus becomes the new
Savior, savanna, Sahara, and a metal
Atlanta depicts the atlas as vastly
Deranged
Ranging sentences rage disguised guile
Repeated repetoires of beginning
As ends
Meet
40
Someone threw a curveball
And I caught reflections
A handful of mirrors only retells
Except these exrecpts were left
Untold before hand
Before hands there were fists
I swear to you fists made this world
And we forgot about open palms
Drunk off of morning one mourning
Letting teeth sink like ships
And lips as dry as nothingness
Caress the fortressing walls of another’s
Back
Down
Crash
A fallout of necks
Hide beneath the hairline
Stratum
41
She wrote in lipstick on dashbords
And clothes left on the sideline
Before the sports star faded into the
Crowd
Her genotypes were riot
This was when
The field was game
42
Invitations filled with farewells
Turned the coughing black
43
A university of soil spread its
Wings with twigs
I wrote in the dirt with triggers
Hoping to spur holes in the fabric
Of wayward earth
44
I framed Whitman
Closest to close a privileged mindset
A papal service
A union of selves barred to
Watch
And on my wrist was this
A tattooed constellation of
Betrayals
Or releases
Depending on how you treat the cut
45
Cities of gravity sharing the dark
An honest opposite
An undressed, naked, encompassing shadow
Of sorts in such an arranged array
Of concrete steel
Populations made of frenzied blood
46
Still as steel
It is hard to move
On
A hand of time dared the lightswitch
And I cautioned that my morning
Was still night no matter what
The analog logged
I carved out my wood heart in heat
Burning still as steal
47
A disorganized attack of leaves
Pestered the face of innocence
On its travels to school
With determination between covers
Where thought exiled piles
One turn and the wrong learn
Can be taught
One twist and the line
Takes you to understanding
A separate truth
48
Exctint instincts find fine
Inditement under such scrutiny
Tiny circulations of thought
Find the biggest insights
Inbred decisions hack with little
Precisions as small as iris
Exsistence is one little circle
That you are just not in on
49
Collapsed veins flow freer than
Trapped minds of scholars
50
Neighborhood winks
To nearby congressmen
Where areas become thoughts
And people are only lines on a map
Battle lines apologize in rhythm and blues
51
A sticky arm to a table
Finds the greatest pull of masses
As if a hand of unraveled dulktape
Caulks millions of memories
No longer human
A sticky hand handles time
Struck
52
Thirteen sevens ago there was
A peacemeal aggregate of persons
Personage, as if persones were baggage
To be carried by the veins of some
Repeat like dreads
Woven
A time ago there was an agreement
That was a statement said twice
Before
53
Water from the well
Behaved as hornet hives
Same old same old
Landslides of politicians
Savor the drops of saviors
There sof drink of hard
Bodies
Of work
What a work man is
Working against growth
54
A playwright wrote a wrong play
Of history it seems
Didn’t remember some flurries
Of cannons and canons
And on and on it goes
It comes and it never left
Cycles no longer look familiar
To the aged man
All your idols were staged
Because truth was in the audience
Inaudible
55
Only the dead sleep
And your hymns were hemmed
And your seems were just
So it’s
Phrases become the cage in which
You sit
Repeating another man’s book
Of history
56
When all your poems match a land
You’ve never been to
Your blood is so far from those sands
Claim them
It is the American way
Colonize, profit, neglect.
Sell, cells, stem
Do your research
57
When your world comes crashing down
Open your mouth
Drink
And savor each savior till the last
Drop your wages
Pay close attention to open
Palms
58
A heart made a promise of itself
To a mind
A mind only promises to others
59
Deep shit to drown in
The ab scents of light
Inhale
Vapor from the macadam
The same smell exhaled from madmen
Those un made men who weren’t
Let into the craft to be crafted
Stuck in a forever mold
Pressures, deep, drown
Breathe
60
Pre face the face in the shape of a cursor
Swear words, pre, be four
Plus two then tripled
61
Loose influences tighten exits
In trenches where the geology
are just levels of trances
the sky just seem so far
a OMMITED WORD
no way out.
62
A days constituents meddle with time
More than hands on clocks or
Prisoners of such abstractions
These are the true orecstrators
Of dark nights to come
The silent orators of sky
Man made connoisseurs
Experts bred from the colors of the sun
Eugenic formulas where its activities
Leaves little areas for siphoning out blame
63
The price of ever sense
An all around tax on the mind
Where silence can be layered into
Different melodies
This phrase explains prodigy better than
Working definitions working against
Your chances of ever completing
A constellation of works like Motzart
Or to be so good that you are overlooked
Like Amiri, ever sense is the lone friend of genius
Politics has tried to try in sentences ever since.
64
William Shakespeare wrote the bible
As some concerned mother would have
Created the bib to cover a chest
From such loose mouths
Fed
Open your mouth like you were going to
See something
65
The things we do are thin
Thin things we do to pass time
Measured in grease on space bars
Spaced
Freckles paint, covers, titles on those
Covers we cover our time with these
Books booked we cover our
Thin things
Obese people doing thin things
Die, it, die it is desired
Our covers are running thin
Measured in freckles
So thin
66
Where was God when
Children were murdered by prayers
A split, math separates to charcoal
Men
God only knows ugly among men
We say our women come from God
How can we contain beauty and
Destruction of beauties lineage
In the same conceptual argument
I argue God is ugly, through and through
67
Ahem
Ahem
A hem makes pants
Coughs create clothes
Wear rough exhales to incite
Gasps become chokes
As coughs make clothes
Ahem
Ahem
And then them came from with
Out skin
Outside to inside
Only to bring outside within
And without a clear throat
They were given a conscience
Poetry is just collapsing lungs
Ahem ahem
68
Painting on a storied window
Hoping to tell tall tales which
From this viewpoint would change the skyline
Lines to shake skies of iron
Irony
Pictures are worth thousands of words
That you cant hear
You cant see
Its only on this window
And from where you are it looks
Just like blinds
This is the irony of sight
Art is no longer an insight in sight
It depends on your view
Not contexts you have beforehand
69
Body bags made of questionable art
Leftover poems were said to
Keep bodies between lines
The likes of chalk or coffins
But only a bag
Bodies of work buried
In flames
They say the sun is to come up
Tomorrow
But we need the heat today
Burn
70
remember only the people who loved
him to get him here.
and will serve them and those who will help him meet
"there".
there, are people who show up at checkpoints
in your life, graduations, deviations, elevations,
accept: shun the "rules" the fine lines are fine indeed,
and monuments casted nameless,
deserve the best recognition.
list, footnote, recall- but do not keep people
who serve only your checkpoints. Love
is not time locked
like most averages will employ
71
you seem to be one of the most
driven of the unlucky
even if your grants come as loans
and your focus is derived from such
clauses underlined
see page two thousand for definition
there is no such a page
tear that bible up forgive that God
in which has left you
and a real creator will bless
you
72
a collection of bones on the table
and lungs on the corkboard
as pinpoints for sighs or remark
such tools will leave you weary
asking for change
in a beligerant manner
73
electric bloodstream
an armed arm ticked off on days
the night wasn’t enough
it was spent on bent spoons and
youtube clips of cows and moons
trying to get as high as before
fueling the fossil of a problem
the history of electricity
was written by a junkie
74
What graves have you seen a
Long outstretched paws
The sphinx etching a memorial of itself
Victor hugos grave
Time reaching into the conversation
When it asked the question to begin with
And reaching into its pocket said
I got you beat poet
He pulled out an unfinished poem
And said I’ll finish it sooner or later
You’ve got time
75
A poem was read made of
Firing lines and fire lanes
Wild faces extended and the other
Curiosity in the reflections of red
Reading extinguishes these lines
Burning air and breathing flesh
76
Im on a Chinatown bus from Philadelphia
To the city of the dead
Wondering how I got such a wonderful price
On a round trip ticket
77
I wrote everything about anything
About the counter and cultures on it
Unpurchased on a white paper
Crumpled up I threw it at the establishment
Only they deemed it white trash
In a politically correct world
Where politically correct is a newer version
Of truths
A man with two spines is not a man at all
I had so many of those pages
I could have made a better white house
78
Growth on short stories and tall tales
Will not create the average child
Equality among education is just piss in the wind
And you are the operative on the bench
Warming in the robust stream of
Consciousness
Jealous hobos gaze in the distance
They have long been forgotten by the
Urinary tract
The weight of the world is watery these days
A new gold standard
79
It has been said true revolutionaries
Endure fashions and trending topics
I beg on the counter for my change
I beg to differ as counters have
Take a culture leave an angry comment
Because it was taken already
A lot has been said
A lot of shit
Lauryn hill made some great music
And bob Marley, and bob Dylan and billy bragg
Like I said a lot of shit has been said
What has changed?
80
A mans skull is a universe
Expanding forevermore
How is it that these expanding sulci
Gyri churn sulfur and suffrage
In generations of gaunty reprisals
Society is just a hallucination
When the universe itself is damnned
Damn these thoughts
It’s a pleasure to be hear
81
A poem that repeats
Repeats lines repeats images repeats
Exact lines in a different way
A poem that repeats lines exactly in a different way
Of lines and images and exactness
Is just lines of repeating images and is that
Exact boringness that spurred the sixties
82
A coalition was created among coal miners
Men ready to burn forever from a forevers repression
In a world of remembrances and models of rembrant teeth
The youth are trying to say something
Tied to sayings of somethings before
Things that some knew now all know
If we all really knew what we know
These men would be ready to burn
And their flesh would be the newest
Melody in modern memory
Gone
83
Usain bolt is no Jessie owens
Usain bolt is no Jessie owens
Even without the context there is no
Contest
The measures of man may have changed
Re arranged
Arrayed frayed conciousness
Jessie owens was a man
Point blank
Point blankly at me for the truth
But your responses are non sense
usain bolt beats his chest with his fist.
Jessie owens beat the chest of inequality.
84
How many parts of an untelevised
Televised devised revolution
Spinning, a revolving door of what your
Parents parents felt inside
Pulling quotes as weapons you just
Don’t understand how to use
How many untelevised televised revolutions
Circles cycles will let you see
Your going in circles dancing around the
Problems problem
You are the law against drugs
But not the conversation with the junkies
The children in for life, imprisoned
But not the words to the children having children
Having children having children
But these children are our future
85
The land was fire
The wind was piss
This all was noted before in footnotes on cliffs
A footnote is just the chains of change needed
Jump
For joy
86
This poems lines were made of
Do not cross me jesus
Your prayers have been on us and our children
Killing a church of death and forgiveness
Was the footnote in pslams where the palms
With blood on them
Were a ok, be ok, see
The aleph bet
See the hieroglypgh
See the notations of in music
Melody
Rythem of change cant happen on a set
Set in stoned truths
Stoned by the tongue of man through
Generations of revision
Re
vision lacks sight
87
Oppression
There is no way out alive
Poem
There is no way out in a line
Of time around your neck
It reads
Man of the hour
Slaves
88
Throwing peace signs in a glass house
Break brave not even
Shatter hopes with roped fingers
I’d give the middle but all I have is a fist
Now
Back to the topic
At hand
new note, new bottle, same flame,
a fired up young man talking about creating tan lines of poetry.
Burn the writing
Im here to feed your wall
Labels: rough draft, videoms, written poems
Several Definitions of The Democratic When
death, is never an untimely affair, life is
When:
everything you hear
is a lie about lies
retorts of kingdoms and beauties
heretics and heuristics of the internet
when:
all your idols were staged
as truth was in the audience
inaudible
ambient but dimmed irrelevant
cornered in their own skin
with a fistful of quarters
1/ 4th place ribbon, one forced
line after another line
poems
frustrated
pen strokes lead to lesions
damaging the self image:
have a problem just get in line the
complaints wrap around the block, writers,
whos necks?
not i
just cannot win
wind down
with crsytal meth-
od-ing
when i
heard the news breaking in the room
like a thousand chandeliers had
collapsed on the mirror men
I rejoiced in their wave of sound
The shatter, as if the hush of a maelstrom
calmed the fire that was my first layer of skin
Mirror men and women had
Abused the definitions of "when" so much
That the crystal methods of
the lost individual was heard,
as they drew hiakus like blood
on the necks of the privileged
"they earned it" they quoted about
"when" it happened but
the character of their "when"
grew up privileged too
a
character cant be revealed
through a history of privilege
choke
hold we should hold
our makeshift contemporaries
in contempt
You’d think shouting out Gaza or
Sudan would save a poet
When in reality
There are people dying hear
Keep shouting out in statements, when we
Really need discussions
You can use your colors and fabrications of history,
You can take their history classes
But the oppressed don’t write those lessons,
What is the point in trying to remember a history
That refuses to remember you?
Recession? Big deal, we were
pour to begin with
inaudible in the audience
ambient
We really need to talk about
when
Then again things like "when" keep between
statements and discussions
things like "when" are only for
the privileged
those "border lines" in poems
its really one of those
"my mother should have swallowed"
explanations
you just cant win in the end with the when
and "when" it happens, I'll just use
the fistful of quarters for an abortion
saving a life
when: all your screams,
harrows, pains, are not words heard
but overlooked as if strong winds
shattering in the distance
democracy only frees the majority
Labels: poetic paragon, videoms, written poems
Summer of Rage: a youtubed set of poems. heres the first 21 as an ice breaker.
I.
Blades for fingers
itching at the butterflies that pass
in secession, withdrawal
a carving of porcelain skinned temporal portals
canvassing as far as existence
as if these reflecting fingers were
guardians
II.
draped in the skulls of those who
passed
in a patchwork of lobes and birthmarks
and eyelids for wings
sculpting a pewter monument
a note to self if you will
III.
pillows
creased with drowning remembrance of
unnerved heavens and hells
filled with a symposium of stratagems
all with a central tendency, were beat
ruffled, in an organized oscillation
as to break disunity
IV.
personification
a poisoned entrée brought by a heavy set waiter
walking slow on the domino colloquiums of time
consequential courses of discussions
ear say to the feet making a shaking set of planks
walking slow behind Coup d’etat and before tattoos
a place late to be conned, and fused with early
mourning
V.
the ground lied
a wake, an Orpheus of escaping phosphorus
the ground lied on Alice shoveling her groveling
disheveled personage as high as branches shelving
shelling hoards of root and granite
the ground spoke in the tongue of displacement
where a few bad times born of earth tore the sky
and in its frayed grey glory
it cried over Alice in clays
shunning the butterfly in her hair into exile
VI.
a crane was nested in distance
it spent its days dabbing on the sky
a fragile canvas sewn by the sons of
mountains and daughters of the dust
where ends begin ending and beginnings
are the only incompetent tenants that
republicans tack, marker, garner a destination
at a distance
VII.
a girl from ipanema
had a support ribbon on her shirt
and it read nothing
and being willing to try anything they
began to bargain about something
disillusioned by the walk to halfway
they thought they had discovered everything
but began to suffer as tolerance does
to most suffocating suffixes
cru suffixation
VIII.
writing on a block of inc
coperated corporal shapes of copper
priced persons crafted by visions tell
e that sesame street has only taught
about a wrought drought
the dry sands of paternal enslavement
write a letter to the rest of the letters
not resting in piece, those words, sentenced
to not become an accomplice to the
communism of communication
IX.
dichotomy
on a boat made of highlighters
he tried to single out, and get his point a
cross
jesus, the trip was a long walk on liquid
elaboration is disease harvested only by flies
its hard to see the meaning of life
on a river of corps’s
X.
an unemployed summer raged
into the office of season and took a number
as a function of time over death
the rage left many tethered red
pulsing with shut arteries until the oxygen
steamed through their pours
they lasted until morning
before they had nothing else to do with their lives
XI.
mechanochemical synchronies distilled
into symphonies to sell cells
sickles
whore if you would will your earnings
to your oldest child
with a face made of hands you
try to save face by folding early
however consider the pleasure derived
from decay maximizes over tiempo
as the fingers move thumbs covering
your brow, you bow
out
XII.
the boulevard of broken screams
has nothing on my block
desolate row home is where any
hatter is mad at the sicks winged who
can paint, right away a better day
merely from lidded eyes and pillows
to scatter plots of blocks even write now
its no wonder I look odd grouching about
under lids
XIII.
the coast was crystal
while a man with diamond eyes
rode figure eights in the stony brooks
wrote of figures which ate the dust
and another one writes the
surplus of what another story was
built on
there are towers as far as the I
can sea
XIV.
Mark, a punctual man of his period
Was quoted eventually as a man in question
For parenting bastard theses
Questing away on a dash of asterisks
Using language as a vehicle to heckle
A point across largely unheard of in small circles
One which was slashed as dysmorphic
An exclamation of changing times chained
In a secession of selves as if
Brackets
XV.
Be my friend
Wrap me up into small talk largely depended
On the last remaining poem heard
Hearts drawn in the connecting dots of i
-rise: is there meaning or is it just an ellipse
Help me dichotomize patterns
Lets personalize our page as up to date
Kept sea creat
U res olution is a revolution in my chest
Pirating tyranny sited in my webbed skeleton
We can televise it if you want to
Give and take
XVI.
Seclusion loves company
Charters and other persons
Busy anes thetizing the competition
Of hues strewn from earth arching
Over the firmaments of fundamental
Realism
Seems to exile the abstract for seman
Ticks carrying a lime wired explosive
Disease, understand
Quarrel loves quarantine
XVII.
She hung her breasts up for the night
Areolas became a function of time because space
Was being arrested for development
The space between such firm words had become
Less handy, further out of speech to tongue at
Far from the rocky mountains of sofas
In a place where caves and clubs were
Two peas in a pod
XVIII.
It came
Walking through walls like windows
And smelled of wonder licks
Bathed in language and three times distilled
To boycott idioms as if an iconoclast
Its dominance parlayed
Pervaded as if an aroma
And it deciphered
In a raptorial kind of way
XIX.
If you could please insert your city
Hear
Fill in the blank
Et statements you have for ears
XX.
He stood in cement sentiment
Solid oppression pressing on his
Shirt
Words
“I love collage”
Combination was just all the rage
XXI.
V
When in roam burn it down
It isn’t for vendetta, or the beginning of visa
Which is your end
And not to be confused with video
Which ended the radio star
Fuck: Virgina, Henry the V- (and the V II for the matter), Ve, Vu
Forget: versus, vital and vial, viral
Stop using the twenty second letter,
Don’t put it back to back to make U (the
Middle ages were a croc regardless),
V is for vociferance and only it.
Lets start a word, a war
Worth fighting four
Labels: rough draft, videoms, written poems
Summer 09. Opening act
accordingly.
A filibuster of sorts,
I'm just pursuing wait
in lines
poetry lines.
The youtube link is up like a hand
raised, no poems yet.
Paragon Poem Vs Poetic Assasin will
be the first.
Summer of Rage youtube poems will
be next after that (94 poems)
Twitter poetry is up.
Photo poems: all the old backwork is
to be posted. (40 books)
New bookwork: The Echoes Harrow
a seven booklet, book.
Audio is in progress: Bay of Pigs
with DJ Bruce for background sounds
EXHALE: the GRE is an overwhelming
shrew I'm taming, and that is stretching
o
u
t
these poetic plans. in due time
I'll get around to it like a coin.
Catch you on the flipside.
Labels: anouncement, photoems, videoms