Hashtag Ferguson

So the decision was tonight

Made it a primetime delight 

Interupted the Bills game, which

Was delayed and relocated due to snow 

That May or perhaps 

Was not caused by global warming. 

Darren Wilson not charged

A just kill

Product of protocol. 

What I hear out the mouths of white people

They

       Gunna

                 Riot

                       Either

                               Way 

What I hear out the mouz of black folks

We 

     Finnah'be

                   Black

                           Either

                                    Way

Just another decision, another tough call

Another life not valued

But yet makes us [society] struggle

About how we value

A symptom of a cause

Like trying to heal a gunshot wound with gauze. 

A phish line for me

A punch line for the middle class

An anxiety for the wealthy. 

How uppity will this make 

US

Even if 

I'm one of them (punctuated by a silent screaming)

                     

Danny's Wegmans & The American Dream

I smoke my weed, eat my cheese cut my coke and watch my screens grow fatter by the day and higher into the night and puzzle over whether this be the dream? 

I slip into Ebonics more and more these days, so this is giving up, turning in, Friday night dinner at the grocers, movie out a vending machine; just cuz I don t feel like streaming tonight. Succumbing to the age, absent of grace, devoid of any discernible talents, hanging on a wage, maybe still scribble out a page, cipher out a tweet, chirping: I'm still young, only half believing  that perhaps this be fun. 

Ode to Robert Moog

New Orleans is 

awash. 

The rain beats steadily outside my window. 

I'm trying to pick a starting hand,

while others pick through their rubble wondering how to start anew. 

Trying to synthesize the thoughts 

so I can lay them juxtaposed in a psychedelic fashion

for others to trip out on. 

Yet they feel so far away. 

The rain outside my window, 

moved on from the Big Easy, when really I sat down, between hands to pay homage to the man, who like Eli Whitney, invented a device of liberation. 

Just as the gin freed the slave through automation the synthesizer freed the beats from monotones. 

I can't imagine the sound and fury of my life without the repercussions of Bob's device. 

For the soundtrack of my life could never have been produced.

I know the world goes on, through tragedy and chance, and through it all we look to god to make sense of what was dealt. Yet I also know that sense is made through synthesis and death is just a part of the blend, and I can't help but think what better way for god to speak and be heard. 

 

Life Can Wait

I go from mostly sober to really high to hardly drunk to officially blacked out, and I know all of those mees. 

I'm Admass with a philosophy like that of mad max, completely in my age since before I was of age. I don't just read, I grok, and if I'm hanging with some techies we can converse on Spock. If I was a painter I'd be sans smock, messy with my work, cuz I wear what I paint. Just a modern day poet thinking life can wait. 

An 04 Lull-a-by

Turn down the times 

   as we put 04 to bed. 

It's on to another tomorrow

   as if off to our greatest sorrows.

Then again, maybe we'll leave those behind

find away to win hearts and minds

without death and destruction. 

What a year it's been

   no need for a formal review

We know what has come to pass

   what passes to be. 

The boy King still wears his crown

the dollar still marches down

the people still wallow in ignorance

the past still misinforms the present

the present still ignores the future 

   while life is lived in the time hereafter.

As we look out onto a vista of bold promises

and tell ourselves things will be alright

let us try to be weary of pitfalls

   revealed by our past, and

cognizant of footholds

   fastened for our future. 

These are times made for heroes and men of history

    let them come to the forefront and realize who they be. 

In this 05 let us roll back the tides of war

and once again bath in the waters of peace

while tanning in the temperance of tranquility. 

At Any Age

You @ 15

To be U at fifteen. 

Beautiful

as in full of beauty that is

absense of age

weightless worries, frivolous cares

no sense that wasn't forming

just being 15. 

It would be naive 

to call it naïveté 

yet, misguided more to call it anything but. 

Experience 

only the shallow end of so deep a ponder

all wet but not that fluid

Beyond what is heard, seen and felt. 

Before prejudice 

just innocence at fifteen. 

To be upon U at twenty seven

You seen @ 27

Reserved 

as in served with response that is

gathered by time

encumbersome failures, pocketed hopes

no occurrence that isn't formed

Just being twenty seven

It would be cynical 

to call it cynicism 

yet more skeptical to call it anything but

Realistic

only the surface of so layered a construct

all fact but not that knowledgeable 

beyond what was heard, seen and felt

before conviction

just trial @ 27

To help you @ 64

U dependant at sixty four

Stubborn 

as in burning the stub that is 

detachment from memory

fragmented thoughts, codified wisdoms

no belief that isn't instilled

just being 64

It would be senile 

to call it senility 

yet more decrepit still, to call it anything but

Bliss

only the ignorance of so studied an emotion

all oversight but not that inadvertent 

beyond what has been heard, seen and felt

Before understanding

just resolve @ 64 

Remembering U at eighty two

You eulogized @ 82

Praised

as in raised by prayer that is

commendation without glory

exulted achievements, bemoaned practices

no legacy that isn't fashioned

Just gone at eighty two

It would be serene 

to call it serenity 

yet more placid still, to call it anything but

Peace

Only the security of so general a state

all finality but not that conclusive

Beyond what is no longer heard, seen and felt

before essence

just spiritual @ 82

Notes to something going unwritten