the sharp edge of knowledge

we know

the innocence is lost

the air we breathe is the sin

invisible

but keeps us alive-- truths held inside

lies resin-ate fabricate

coat your chamber

truth disregards the muscle, shoots for the stars

truth in movement

as the moment moves you

balls claws socks and dolls

-Gwant

Its a time with infinite breaking grounds to choose a glamorous lifestyle.

All you have to do is walk more miles, on bare feet and in the cold.

If your light falls dim just short of paved roads, hop off your feet and run on your toes.

It gets no harder so keep running further. I know its torture but pain wont hurt you when your set on your goals.

All of the stopping and starting does nothing for you, but digs yourself a bigger hole.

I'd rather be climbing and running on hot coals than to be standing out in the cold.

To me, there is nothing like some lonely roads.

--Cody

NYC November 2008

Union Square Nightmare?

Imperialists... they spookin around,

dreadheads frown

pigs split the lips

uncurl

When the pigs split

...the game continues

Bud?

I need 5.

You take Xanax?

Sticks, yes.

Take it right now...careful! Fantasy becomes reality.

Because I got hooked up

with trees and anti-anxiety.

I feel good because I burned

on the stoop, now

High we stand and declare

"I feel good!"

-Gwant

THIS

The cool--

FIRE                     factors of ice

Broad is us all

depth is our fall                   into our deep moon

dark treasured                       adultertated seed

feed the need

to fulfill the tree...

breed the creed which is your steed

the FIRE                         burns universally

the water

cools internally

the unity in seperation      the fulfillment in concession

breadth in depth

a circle

squares?      dig in

to your mind and heart

plow this      hammer this     burn this    care for this

be strong for this    we are this   this is god    this is love

this is thought

this is natural            this is why we live

this is why we were born

this is taking care of the young and never forgetting faces

this is NOT imperialism

Sunday Morning Comedown

I feel the strong dull thud of my heart’s bell clanging repeatedly against my iron chest.

Reverberation after another, I lose more of myself each time.

Feeling lost in my own skin, wandering aimlessly in my own foreign mind.

I open my mouth to speak but my tongue has lost its identity.

I dip now into a shallow pool of personality, borrowed temporarily for the use of my own, from those around me.

I dig and find a suitable tone, i speak at last.

I can trace the tone back to the source and my eyes tell the story of someone else.

Lost, bouncing black circles, moving rapidly around, viewing life’s painting with a new intensity, a naïve genius.

To be naïve is golden, to be a child is supreme, to be a bitch is a shame.

I am lost and found in an instance.

My childlike thoughts circle over each other, the parallels no longer perfect, now running closer and closer to each other, their vibrance shared selflessly.

ah she dances

words for more

can we soar bet we can take this my hand
picture us label me blaze one face me take this

my hood

so much so little

forever more
good things knocking but danger

at the door

no choice- concept physical birth life death
scared to die

wonder why?

a beginner no sinner full of life      just born
happy pie smiles flower thought                    dance

nothing better nothing more

(center)

core of humanity loosen pants                       dance

shove a screamer
breed a dreamer

getting high with my four-five
my mind dances cant ask why

all quiet as she dances

dance
dance
dance
fuck the past
politics bullshitting acting flabbergast
realize we know

EMPATHY IS OUR BONE

-Gwant

Where are the people..

Lessons taken from incidents that killed,  a million people lay dieing on fields

Learning new things from old people, I see your age through all of your reasons

Leading us to self destrustion, I am just like you so why do I feel this leisure of treason

Loving the flame that kindles the fire, Without warmth from the soul the heart is sure to freeze

 

I can not survive in a world that can not believe in itself

Half of us can see us falling

As the other half laugh and watch the weak fall

Who is to pick up after a homeless brawl?

Police and kind people?

Where did they go...

 

No one helps out a drunken limp bimbo

No one reaches out to starving kin folk

No one I've seen has seemed to care

Not one at all

Not even a preacher

 

Our world today is getting old and beaten

Becoming that drunk cripple that lives on the streets

No one wants to help it out

Where are you people?

EXCOMMUNICATION BREAKDOWN :

There is a problem with this translation, a common thought taboo to a "nation", Why the fuck are we here?, What the fuck are we doing? A question of common exploration, tired of sermons with no real explication, pay your tax, fix your existence, outdated ideals clung to with persistence, because even the pastor wonders why? Even his meaning of life is on the fly, Questions , doubt, meaning lost , is faking happiness worth the cost? Are we gaining something that once was lost? Now this sounds like a sermon, But I am not trying to add or take away, from ones essential convictions. I'm just saying really? restrictions? Are we pursuing virtue? or just distinction? Thinking ... " I'm not like him" he is scum, However doubt is stuck to your SOLE like a piece of gum. Because all these letters compiled means shit, I'm just asking is it fucking worth it?

-KEETER