catharcyst

2009-05-24T22:01:00.000-07:00

Swallow and Remix

I could have sworn
some one called me just now
was I there before?
a paradigm shift to parallel flames
this is how it plays out
I shift sideways
meet my stolen other
we hack dimensions for fun
I abandon him somewhere to the left
get back to the middle
the linear
the mundane
the fear of unknowns
I fear I won't get back
to the other side of the mirror
but I keep digging
my reason for existence
to feel the heart beat of existence
We have been disconnected from the first flame
severed by the quest for acceptance
the love of the crowd is your death
the crowd rapes your identity
herds you for their bidding
caught up in the grind
to plugin or unplug
the most fearful question of the day
I rename myself before I plugin
extract my binary unto the dizziness
and flow into the nameless ooze
Catch me if you can
you tethered fiends
Here's the deal start from empty
the glass does not exist
the matrix spoon is in your mouth
swallow and remix
swallow and remix.

2009-05-16T11:21:00.000-07:00

Buying Masks

Three masked sapiens
on the sidewalk in queens
pieces of the puzzle parade
working the scene
it will end with a fake orgasm
Life shuffles of beyond reproach
to mutate for its own sake
I catch it in the subway
humbled with the masses
We ride the same breath
from jamaica station to norwood escape
We hide in demon space
hundreds of invisible masks
parched covenants with skeletal closets
I drag my reluctant shadow
out of the station
into the bodega fix
Life rumbles on
I catch the mundane murmur
behind their masquerade

2009-04-07T21:14:00.000-07:00

the biggest smile

all that ends well
repeats again
in nauseating banter
all that before
the biggest smile
capsuled to heaven
what is the biggest smile?
but a scream.

2009-03-13T14:00:00.000-07:00

Suspended In Binary

Transients on the binary exit
Pinging the social conscious

Hermits in the underpass
convulsing with wiki needles

Boolean children
plucking heart strings

Shaggy shamans
trimming their face books

The fake bleeding avatar
lusting for fake vampire bytes

The faithful faking zeitgeist
pinging my conscience

My spammed ego
googling denial.

2009-03-06T20:50:00.000-08:00

Now is the beginning. Now is the end.

2009-02-26T13:40:00.000-08:00

Indigo

I am shipwrecked
next to the shell boy
next to the war patient
brandishing the war patent
for george malady
I am karma's apprentice
changing bodhisattvas skins
in the brooklyn labyrinth
I stretch this poem over the void
to plug the soul leak
in the bleeding fountain
I paint hours with art stains
when grenades slip in between
the hands of time
I store my indigo bits
in the nibiru database
I am the watcher
I am the minefield.

2009-02-01T22:49:00.000-08:00

different perhaps

i owe you the time
of a second
perhaps a mad gesture
of truth
how unbelievable
the cynics win your heart
i owe you
the rest of this thought
before it never was

2009-01-13T22:07:00.000-08:00

it's been awhile since i blew into the mic. this is my first for 2009. lots more to come.

2009-01-06T19:12:00.000-08:00

Downslope Theatrics

What can I tell you? The fountain was licking septic spores. El came thrusting with his cartoon dagger. I came swinging my 40 ounce redemption. We settled for suspended animosity. What can I tell you? El would preach us to kingdom come in a perfect world. Fortunately he calls us the monarch people. The leprosy people. The outsiders that make him cringe and smolder in the labyrinth.

2008-12-12T19:48:00.000-08:00

they?

they say that magic is unkempt
and it is the way i conduct my existence
they would have me tepid
and it is not my delight
they buried passion
and it is foolproof resistance
against the worm
they strangle green
and it is contemptuous

2008-12-04T13:18:00.000-08:00

Name Yourself

Scream yourself into being
Vault into time on the wings of lyrical audacity
Register your psyche before the first ink dries
Name yourself when you are dying to speak

2008-11-08T08:46:00.000-08:00

poet runner

i left the airport
made a beeline to the future
no one was waiting
world fell asleep

woke up underground
where the fountain flows backwards
where distortion turns the keys
in my cell

scrambled my things
grew mad wings
lift off union square redemption

made a pact
we bend to our space

kissed our time
with indigo lips

poet anticipated
the proverbial misunderstanding
the petty mindset phenomenon
human escapes human?

i left a hole
in the past
for the new ignorance

2008-10-10T04:50:00.000-07:00

Burden of Time

We bumped into each other on the small dark trail I always took when I was tired of mankind.
'Pardon me son,' the frail man whispered like leaves rustling.
'It's ok the way here is narrow,' I replied impatient to move along. He hesitated.
'Please spare a moment son?' he begged. I sighed and stopped.
We faced each other on the small trail suspended for seconds in the same time and space.
'Thank you,' we said at the same time after a moment.
Then we left on our opposite sides of time.

2008-09-26T12:43:00.000-07:00

Fish on High

Someone shouts my name as I enter the prison yard. I immediately recognize the con man's voice of the slickest fish hustler of my village. I scan for signs of the fiend but fail to pick him out from the crowd of blue clad inmates. Most likely he is in lock down staring out through iron bars. As I continue my journey to visit another ghetto brethren I can't help but reminisce about our strange symbiotic relationship.

Most days he came in the afternoon shouting my name from the streets. Sometimes I cringed. Other times I smiled, shook my head and headed out. He would be standing outside with a plastic bag in his hands. His hustlers pitch never faltered.

“I have real good fish for you today Billy.”
“Fresh fresh fish my brother.”
“I even cleaned it for you.”
“Just give me ten dollars for the three pounds.”
“Just give me what you have.”

Sometimes I refused. He had a tendency of offering me mutilated fish. I suspect these were fish that was discarded by the fishermen on the shore. He would leave dejected, bowing his lanky frame to the street, on his desperate quest to con another consumer.

On many occasions he brought fresh mouth watering fish. I always bought it from him at bargain prices. He never complained and always promised to hook me up with more. Most times I gave him ten dollars. It was our magic number.

I knew that he was using the money to get his fix. I knew that he never ate the fish that he was peddling to me. He would bypass his house to reach my place on the hill. This was a madness I never quite fathomed.

Eventually the madness came to a head. His addiction broke him. They caught him while he was hustling on the waterfront. I was forced to find another source to satisfy my palate's lust for fresh fish cuisine.

2008-09-19T14:42:00.000-07:00

Plunger

signals on the karma scale
what will be is set
I call the peripheral voice
we moan voodoo blues
drawing out identity
man's face is watching me
for the question of the void
the fountain overflows
suck it back in karma
the revealing must wait

2008-09-11T03:25:00.000-07:00

Broken Ribs For Dinner

Exchange wonder for madness
A transient howls in his snake skin
There’s a bruise on his ribs
Inflicted by shadows
He is burning in the deluge
Intoxicated before harvest
The old-fashioned lusting
Spewing toxins
Vagabond world for vague ideals
He will murder your card board hearts
One last clock ticks with contempt
One dark mirror stuck behind his eyes
A constant fading memory that faked luminescence
One little god with one last temptation
His hands bare, sun diseased
Broken smells and horror
He knocks and drowns
He knocks and drowns

Billy jno hope 25-5-2004

2008-08-12T05:33:00.000-07:00

Worse Things

what lies beneath the temple of life?
what number comes after death?

if eve seduced sin

what's wrong with flowers?

2008-07-28T12:40:00.000-07:00

Then rain

drove me back
into the cellar
where dreams
were discarded
for prime time

2008-07-14T10:00:00.000-07:00

Blood Flies

the gathering
on the scent of sacrifice
the buzz of blood flies
echoes the wound theme
lion or myth inflicts infamy
life score is none

2008-07-07T11:12:00.000-07:00

Mad hope

Mad dragged me to evermore
I hope I survive
I hope I seed
more than I conceive
hope is eternal in my castle.

2008-07-02T12:17:00.000-07:00

A burst of applause

for fond cole

my birth grip slipping
my dalliance jaded

words twist me
I blame soul sometimes

for fond cole
blood songs

my birth crime
breathing

2008-06-24T19:53:00.000-07:00

killin time is me hollering in a poetic shake.

2008-06-21T11:23:00.000-07:00

after a long hiatus a new spoken word from yours truly. calamity souls

2008-06-15T13:18:00.000-07:00

Killing Time

Why kill time
when sweet dreams beckon?

Why chase the day into twilight?

Why prognosticate?

Why be awakened
to be mortal?

2008-06-05T10:19:00.000-07:00

Bodhisattva's End

Soul takes flight
A fire died
Silence saved
Another silent seeding