Inverted Earth

A Song

Mike — Wed, 05 Aug 2009 01:50:04 +0000

My Dream

Ubiquitious — Fri, 31 Jul 2009 22:21:49 +0000

More than once or twice it seems
at nights i dream frightening things
much worse than simple knives and screams
see this dream it’s not just your typical
it’s an inexplicable cyclical cynical nightmare
some people care about issues political
like they’re the most critical
but they’re hypocritical
I’m above that now
in my own dimension
on my own plane
my musical invention
is a useful extension
of my own brain
but sometimes
i feel like my brain is in pain
it’s in prison
like I’m crazy
but who’s to say what’s sane and what isn’t
every deep thought that I say and elicit
I feel cuts down on my stay and my visit
on this planet
because it’s when you know too much
that it’s your time to go
once the design is known and your eye are grown
to view the realization of realism
you feel me tracing the real wisdom?
the planet who reals knows what lies beneath
is there more to my face
than skin nose eyes and teeth?
the world tries to trick my brain
and I deny deceit
but see with me reality
keeps playing hide and seek

So now my life is maladjusted
poloticians can’t be trusted
my whole vision’s getting rusted
wrong decisions got my flu-stered

So I keep on drinking liquor
and I keep on loosing rigor
I’m a freak a twisted figure
In a week I’ll have no li-ver

because all my hope is withered
yes i do not have a glimmer
inner sinner’s got me bitter
you show me who’s not a fi-bber

Yes life is but a bitch
and the winners say forgiver her
but see me I bed to di-ffer

To me life is lonely scary
so whenever it looks like a bowl of cherries
it is only momentary

So till I’m old with mold and burried
Man I gotta stand bold and steady
because they sole my sanctuary

which is……….
just plain communication
stuck in a chained consumer nation
it’s the only escape from the gloom encasing
I feel my fate is doomed and wasted

So I contemplate the shoes I’m placed in
Did I create the issues I’m facing
Was it my mistake through foolish statements?
This is the debate I’m loosing patients

So I flap my wings to negate this
look at how cool, I’m weightless!!
thoughts are free and my mind is spacious
Life’s vivacious on my spaceship

but just as sure as death inverts
my ship will always get pulled back down to earth
that’s when it’s back track to reality
where all thinking is practicality
because that’s life in actuality

to live life is to meddle
plot peddle and scheme
I can’t wait to wake up from life
Because it’s a fuckin hot devilish dream….

Multiples of Infinite

Ubiquitious — Fri, 31 Jul 2009 21:29:12 +0000

I try to think positive
But at that I’m an armature
N these pros con science
into Thinking within a
conscience parameter
Feeling unresponsive
Opposite grandiose
Created a monster
Multiplying cancer
Dividing my cells
Occupants clash for
Supremacy endlessly
Aiming for Chancellor
Forgetting their master
Forgiveness I ask for
thee defeated treated
like religions
of past blurs
disregarded
in the garbage
crumpled n past on
disappearing actors
infinite characters
layers of facades
hidden under this skin
a collage of hu-mans
all bundled within
a mirage you see
when you see one of him
temporary kings lead
u probably knew one of them
a contemporary
for every instant an infant
is born from this infinite
engine of tension
ever grinding gears
r producing the henchmen
that define years
the few that are mentioned
in the nooks of the books
all the lines that speak
forever trying to
immortalize techniques
they work their way
up to my eyes n see
what is free
they r fleas
try to flee n
get outta me
then comes the battling
that starts the calamity
what you can’t see
there’s no escape
what a tragedy
you’re all connected roots
and branches of family
from the first Eve
n Adam U r just an atom
of my anatomy

Ubiquitous

Ubiquitious — Fri, 31 Jul 2009 21:26:19 +0000

Black and blue ink on my sheet
My body of work is abused kid
My whole definition is toned
Because I embody music
My physical form is cut
Separate from what you’re used to viewin
My Waves of energy endlessly emanate
Through the uni-
verses are heard and dispersed
So that you-get,
who I am though a message I send
But you-can’t
yet Comprehend who I’m am
cuz I’m you kid
I’m the voice in your mind
that you talk to when you think you’re alone
And you’re the voice in mine
right now Even as I think of this poem
boisterous rhyme like sounds
have chiseled away at the zones
that don’t really exist, only within our domes
so on I persist I am delivered in droves
I’m in cars I’m in cribs
I’m constantly driven out homes
I’m in the bars that you sing
as you desperately sit at them cold
and alone with your drink
you restlessly get on the phone
to distract yourself think
that I am instantly grown
I exist in all knowns
Through every tip of the world
Within ghettos bergs suburbs n proverbs
My seeds of thought are relentlessly sown
I know all viewpoints I cannot discern
But I seek out a few toys those who are Forlorn
I know no separation so allow me to report
To you I’ll try to get closer
And spoon when our road forks
If you choose not to see me
You’ll be doomed to the old sort
Of inevitable general naivety
That rules most of us in hordes
So to the fools that accept the bores
I hereby present the biggest risk
My vividness is hit or miss
I’m hidden yet conspicuous
Which alias do you place on this?
There’s an infinite scripted mischievous list
The simplest of which is Ubiquitous

Seeds of Thought pt 2

Ubiquitious — Fri, 31 Jul 2009 21:16:53 +0000

So now this time incredibly
I esthetically please n spread my seeds with confidence
So baby get ready for me
N spread those cheeks cuz a smile to me is an accomplishment
Yes my energy is positivity
This dream is no longer arduous
Cuz all I do is from a far I view
The sickness causing such nauseous flips
The lack of variation is monotonous
How is it that men become misogynist?
It’s too much concentration on a flossin wrist
She shoved a…………hand in our heart with a frosted fist
So our feelings went…..cold n dark like an arctic mist
Has blown out our spark it’s extinguished
Now that I’m free
I’m an extra sketchy, etch-a-sketching blessed linguist
So lately when we speak I’m only oral-sexing-it
As she blows motivation with her vexing kiss
My splattered seeds paint pictures with the best English!
So check out this untraditional collage of mine
Yes through these visuals subliminals massage (message) your mind
So as I grab the Bic spread my seeds, I got the comfort grip
Not southern but I have wondrous sub-stance
So twist the cap off n drink me it’s scrum-ptious
You’ll get conspiracies, theories, queries in bun-ches
N my hunch is….new information, originality gets you drunk-est
Creativity is enlightening, gets you excitedly ram-bunctious
so to put your functions in dysfunction I’ll leave you with just one twist………..
Just think, if in the eye of a blink, the art of the universe came from one bic………………

Seeds of Thought pt 1

Ubiquitious — Fri, 31 Jul 2009 21:14:03 +0000

Spillin seeds of thought onto this paper as I stroke my magic stick/
Flawless N I’m raw this is my nature as I go to ravage it/
Stuck in awe but soon or later she will blow that tragic kiss/
Prayin to the gods I want to play her then I go to bat n miss/
Thoughts r lost they turn to vapor I console my tattered wits/
This is my law my stimulator n my whole establishment/
See success my enemy cuz me n he we don’t agree
So when on top I slowly sink
When I release my Mona Lisa I just lease her
she just turns into phony ink/
She can’t be bought can’t charge to visa she does not bare a receipt/
But she is hot she is a diva she’s a temporary freak/
I temporarily leak her when I leek (lick) her n she screams out merrily/
N cherish me speak through my speakers a soul seeker n destroyer is what you inherit see/
She said I am Shiva I am Eve and I am your disparity/
If you believe I’ll have you grieve that is my surest guarantee/
I asked why was I fit to wear this sneaker it’s not bliss it’s heresy/
I was once eager now beleaguered do you have no “merit” queen?/
She said what what’s that, a road to Connecticut? I have no etiquette/
I hurt for the hell of it my flower’s delicate I am celibate
That means that NO ONE FUCKS WITH ME!!!!!

So will this luscious fussin suckin succubus be the destructive sea
That floods in traps my functions in a dungeon n allows no luxury/
For me to plunge in hunger’s got her lunging for the luncheon meat
All while judging me and loving me only begrudgingly
This drudgery is utterly the bloody summary
Of my entire dire slyer lying Id, the ugly me
The current supplier to the wires hid within my dungarees
So humbly I jumble fumble crumble mumble till my tongue will bleed
Yet I’m hun-gary and suddenly subtlety does not exist within me
Sensitivity drains, it fills my cup, Negativity gains, it’s building up and red
And It’s at that point when, I grab my pen, it’s about to spill out again