Archive for the ‘poetry’ Category

Eclipsing the Blue

Thursday, December 20th, 2012

Nosaj Thing + Kazu Makino + Daito Manabe = :)!

On My Way

Sunday, January 4th, 2009

In respite and despite
I light
This path as it goes
Up – the down
With a little turn around

Inside/Outside/All Around

Sunday, June 15th, 2008

Positive dreams….yes! What we all want to manifest….. to transcend the nightmares ….and….understand them as a greater test……Wishing for the best….for better health….spread the wealth…..and discover truth for the self….

Read Along: A Humbling Experiment

Sunday, June 8th, 2008

I thought I’d try a twist to my usual randomness.

If you’ve read any of my other writing, you may notice a recurring theme throughout: transcendence & self-transformation (yeah yeah – I’ve got a little new-age hippie hiding somewhere inside me). Anyway – I once recorded myself reading aloud. A particular piece I wrote – (and the only one ever) was created with music in mind that a friend had put together. I used to write a lot more rhyming things and he thought it would be fun to lace a track of his with one of them. But since I never endeavored to be a rapper, nor a spoken word artist, I used the instrumental as inspiration, let him fiddle diddle with the beats some other way, and kept my words on paper. I later recorded my naked vocal for fun. It was more of an experiment to see how well I could pace myself reading as I tend to be super quick when I do.

I’ve kept it hidden away from anyone else’s ears until now.

It’s a straight read, there’s some hiss – and the pacing needs work (or maybe a good edit).

But, ah well…funk it….if you press play, you get to read along with me.

Er…or don’t press play and just read. :)

Who knows how long I’ll leave this up before I chicken out and take it down.


On the other side of silence
I unmanifest my violence
Holding license to nonsense
I slip out, throw down my defense
to make sense of this existence
how intense
the effect of the affix
I fix to sustain a sentence structure called rhyme
rather sublime
the prime essence called first matter
the latter of fact
the status of overwhelming opinion
the dominion of incision
to create divided or united vision
Wax the double-edged sword
as swift words cut through shields of ultramagnetic fields
and reveal the landscapes inside
Remember the other side?
Are you ready for the ride?
Once I start to flow
I can feel the glow of rising vibration
schizmatic elation
a different elevation
a wondrous vacation
Asphyxia, deliria, nearin’ ya
unconsciousness unfolds
wiping the molds to make the path clearer
I hear her
Ms. Divine Wonder
no longer asunder
Stronger than Ajax, Mr. Clean, or Arm & Hammer
she slams ya, circles around you
then penetrates – infiltrating the floodgate
revealing a feeling that makes you want more
Tranquil transmigration, trance-ending and blending
and here we are again – and again – and a-gain
to maintain clarity within this reality
’cause congeniality can lose itself
So hold fast, for darkness can follow
as some wallow in the sorrow of their shadow
Though, in the corner of their narrow confines
is always a light that shines, however bright or dim
a whimsical feature lets loose a mystical creature
that eats ya up alive so you can survive
and create a clean slate
Feed on this plate of nourishment
secret agent to reassure you
allure you into what many people forget
those that seem to regret what surrounds them
things that can confound them
Watch as I astound them
to remember the other side

Re:

Sunday, June 8th, 2008

I believe in self-empowerment
and inspiration, dedication
mental re-location…
cooperation and communication.

I also acknowledge the
existence and insistence
of tense, cold, and removed…
no conclusions and illusions,
delusions and intrusions,
contusions and no-where
solutions….

Through…..evolution and revolution,
resolution after all. Answer the call
that’s calling you.

©

As the Kane start to talk, cause…

Sunday, June 8th, 2008

(Back in 2001. The usual random and spontaneous.)

CORRECTIVE VISION
THE DISTORTION WE CREATE
BEHIND THE LENS WE HIDE
SEE NOT INTO MY SOUL
FOR I HAVE DRAWN
THE RENDITION BLIND
NOW READY FOR THERAPY
SEEKING CLARITY
I RESUME MY DISPARITY
UNCLOGGING PORES
AND UNLOCKING DOORS
SCORES OF LORE
COME THROUGH POURIN’
THE PIMP STARTS WHORIN’
BOOTY REAL ON THE DOLLAR DEAL
ILL MANIFEST
CAUSE MY ALTER-EGO
WANTS TO CONFESS
AND PROFESS – NO LESS
REACHING OUT TO TRANSGRESS
THE STRESS AND
BLESS THE MESS
AS MERE LESSON
AIN’T NO HALF STEPPIN’

©

Some years ago and random…

Sunday, June 8th, 2008

Exponential and disavowed – wonder if I am allowed – hic – to unfold – cup to hold, withdrawn and untold, afraid to unfold….longing for bold – only wanting to hold – embrace. find the trace. understand the human race….

Re…it…er…at…i…on

Friday, July 20th, 2007

From 1995…. and the 1st time in a public space. I wrote it with a Sharpie on coffee filters….in a frenzied, but straight stream-of-conscious-devil’s-work-of-pen…. cheesy or not…..No cross-outs, no re-writes…..line by line…just as it all fit onto the “pages”….round and unbound….now in a little turnaround…..

————————————-

I spat & looked at the
spit that dripped from
the opening of my core,
there – I saw – what flowed
inside me – A degree of
grossness and wonder at the
same time – a correlation
of the mundane and
insane – the
profane – essence
of life – the wife of
the world – Nature that is
– a wizard of the
Earth – a birth of
freedom & – wisdom –
– chizdom of
vison-
an incision into
a fabricated, supposed
strengthened layer -a
barrier – of insecurity –
intrinsically manifested
out of fear – A false
ear – or
rather out
of existence –
a struggle for persistence
an insistence of
survival – – Fuck the
rival – because
the only one is
yourself

Step By Step

Friday, March 24th, 2006

Evanescent and everlasting
Random, yet exacting
Fervent, but contrasting
A pace that pushes patience
Forward on the exhale
As held breath is entailed
Endurance will prevail

My Universe (S/wishing)

Wednesday, December 28th, 2005

(Found this as a journal entry from November 2000)

Life is a Light filled wish that I can swish my way through…

For Added Value: It’s A Matter of Perspective

Monday, August 22nd, 2005

Something that I’m continuously being reminded of, something that makes life that much better, something that I’m always learning not to do…

take for granted:
To consider as true, real, or forthcoming

To underestimate the value of: a publisher who took the editors for granted.
(from dictionary.com)

In deference to your frame of reference
Decision maintains your vision
The essence of true wonder

Tucked under the stance

– KC

My Soul Caught Up

Tuesday, June 14th, 2005

While on my retreat, a poem I wrote 12 years ago played a bit in my head.

19 May 1993

reason is murdered

i’m a wanderer of life,
my soul caught up
in the night and day of
hectic confusion.
my mind brings forth the illusion
that my eyes feign to believe.
i cannot conceive
the truth
that i have established for myself.
i repeat what i receive.
mere tautology of thoughts
to confuse the self further.
i try reason, but i hear a scream and
a voice cries out,
murder!
reason is murdered
and only its spirit is left.
still, i dig for its remains.

©

eXTReMe Tracker