Allen Ginsberg inspired me
to be true with my art,
write what i actually think about,
like fucking that girl over there
and smoking weed,
I only know two things for sure -
that I'm alive,
and that I'm gonna die
I try to live
with that on my
mind,
Justice for Trayvon now!
how may black witnesses on stands
feel in like they on trial?
how many confederate flags flying
as Nelson Mandela apartheid dies?
I cried when I opened my eyes
and saw 4,000 hooded sweatshirts
at night,
Union Square
I can't be here now in this
time space aftermath Sandy storm center -
beach town, scrub around and wash the
film off that smell,
Feel like I've been here before to cure
the core of myself,
i've found, -
that what I've always been looking
for, can never be found
confusion's just the way
that our eyes meet and break away
and touch is all that we can take
as we fall into realizing that
touch is the most important sense
and falling in, the sand on our
feet our lips as they meet,
together in continuum of space time
and love,
is matter even real
or is it just something that
we've hung?
our whole life existence on
trying to hold and hope
that we belong, -
Over populate the globe
with violence turn the Earth inside out
These questions in my head are so damn
loud - like, why is it cool to be a dick?
Why define your life by someone else?
Scatter brained game change the mainframe
of what is called our DNA
Helix of helium blooded things we say
to change the day
as electronic elements become a part
of the fabric of our being
of our molecular make,
up,
I take up these things in my skull
emotions build well thoughts
now movies first poetry then song
I have to break away
this outlet my escape
from the cold reality
from this dumb society
from all that I don't want it to be
and to catch everything beautiful
and perfect like this moment
I see
when I say me,
what I really mean is we
cuz we're all just sections
of one energy...
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