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Silence

Now you may not see the use in this — being just for being.

There is a certain truth in this.

I solemnly swear on my mom

my song will, nay

my psalm will pray

my palms will stay pressed on

kneel straight to the hills and caves of the gods,

their grace in my arms.

To the poet to the speaker

through the form and the metre

through the speakers through the woofers and tweeters.

The turntable might wobble or teeter

it won’t falter.

Remain still -guarded by the ether.

As the prophets have taught us,

not the apostles you thought of like Mathew, John, Paul or Peter

from who we heard, we won’t find peace on earth

at least ‘til the lama lie down with the cheetah

as they want us to believe it (they need us to)

indeed to keep a destiny, we don’t author,

but honest. I think I can. I think like Thomas the train

I stay on it. The little legend that could

with an engine like a 757 jet-setting like I should

to all continents.

Seek the shaman and the priestess

the Brahman and the preacher

the scholar and the teacher

for the drama and the theatre,

built a stage, of same bark that birthed Adonis.

Stepped on it and saw my self. On the path that would pain me the most ‘til I

fade to a ghost -acknowledged, I walk in silence.

The angel flying by your awkward pause

is the artful dodger with an honest cause

leave the scene of the crime, screaming fuck Johnny Law.

Forward to the left like the knight upon the chess board.

The art of war is a part of rob.

I paint a picture out of words, I can hardly draw.

If I ever had writers block, I carved a statue of it.

It’s my vision so you have to love it.

Now you can hear my kingdom coming like the drumming of the timpani

Where they blasting trumpets, for the king in me,

that they would ask I plummet, it sickens me

to the back of my stomach, right where the liquor be.

Inspired ‘til I expire, where I reside at,

I’m in the time in between 2 high hats.

In that silence, I dwell in it. I’ll die in it.

Rebel in it, revolt in it and ride for it.

Its ever so essential, a symbol

between two cymbals. Them-two. I

tremble in limbo, dependant on the tempo,

living in the liminal realm, held in an interlude

moving at the helm.

Beyond the few stories that we retell,

in a land of glory and retail,

there lies a silence, where I rebel,

it’s the only thing not for sale.

In silence, I rebel

for its all that’s left that’s not for sale.

In that silence, I rebel

its all that’s left that’s not for sale.

Beyond the few stories that we retell,

in a land of glory and retail,

there lies a silence, where I rebel,

it’s the only thing not for sale.

In silence, I rebel

for its all that’s left that’s not for sale.

In that silence, I rebel

its all that’s left that’s not for sale.

Somewhere between,

above and below the sounds of the city.