( Part III ) : Wake Up !

Come on, although ya try to discredit

Ya still never edit

The needle, I'll thread it

Radically poetic

Standin with the fury that they had in 66

And like e-double Im mad

Still knee-deep in the systems shit

Hoover, he was a body remover

Ill give ya a dose

But it'll never come close

To the rage built up inside of me

Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy

Movements come and movements go

Leaders speak, movements cease

When their heads are flown

Cause all these punks

Got bullets in their heads

Departments of police, the judges, the feds

Networks at work, keepin people calm

You know they went after king

When he spoke out on vietnam

He turned the power to the have-nots

And then came the shot

Yeah!

Yeah, back in this...

Wit poetry, my mind I flex

Flip like wilson, vocals never lackin dat finesse

Whadda I got to, whadda I got to do to wake ya up

To shake ya up, to break the structure up

Cause blood still flows in the gutter

Im like takin photos

Mad boy kicks open the shutter

Set the groove

Then stick and move like I was cassius

Rep the stutter step

Then bomb a left upon the fascists

Yea, the several federal men

Who pulled schemes on the dream

And put it to an end

Ya better beware

Of retribution with mind war

20/20 visions and murals with metaphors

Networks at work, keepin people calm

Ya know they murdered x

And tried to blame it on islam

He turned the power to the have-nots

And then came the shot

What was the price on his head?

What was the price on his head!

I think I heard a shot

I think I heard, I think I heard a shot

Background: black nationalism

He may be a real contender for this position should he

Abandon his supposed obediance to white liberal doctrine

Of non-violence...and embrace black nationalism

Through counter-intelligence it should be possible to

Pinpoint potential trouble-makers...

And neutralise them

Wake up! wake up! wake up! wake up!

Wake up! wake up! wake up! wake up!

( Part II ) : The Little Tin Goddess

Fly little bird to Hiroshima
and the way a load

Speak a magic word to Hiroshima
let the sky explode

There's a shadow of a man at Hiroshima
where he passed the moon

In a wonderland at Hiroshima
where he died soon

And the world remembers his face
remembers the place was here

Hiroshima


"I'm proud that I was able to start with nothing,
plan it, and have it work as perfectly as it did..
I sleep clearly every night. If you give me
the same circumstances, I'd do it again"
Paul Warfield Tibbets
Captain Of The Enola Gay

( Part I ) : Justification For a Massacre

When the action is over
and we look back...
we understand both more and less.
This much is certain.

Before the Doolittle raid,
America knew nothing but defeat.
After it,
there was hope of victory.

Japan realized, for the first time, that
they could lose and began to pull back.
America realized that she would win
and surged forward.

It was a war that changed
America and the world.

Dorie Miller was the first black
American to be awarded the Navy Cross.
But he would not be the last.
He joined a brotherhood of heroes.

That's for all the Raiders.

World War II, for us,
began at Pearl Harbor...
and 1,177 men still lie entombed
in the battleship Arizona.

America suffered,
but America grew stronger.

It was not inevitable.
The times tried our souls...
and through the trial,
we overcame.

And Here comes The Mushrooms .......

Down The Rabbit Hole : End of The Tunnel

- You goin' to take a picture of me too?
- Would you like me to?
- Don't know. Don't care. You know who I'm?
- No. I don't.
- A prostitute.
- Hm. Have you been there for a long time?
- Five years ago, I was the most beautiful girl in the club.
I made 5.000 crowns in an hour.
- Why did you leave?
- Today, nobody bothers to have oral anymore.
Well I'm unable to do that either, in fact.
- How it comes?
- I've been hooked on heroin.
- How long?
- For ten years.
- Why did you start with?
- My friend told me to.
- Are you still together?
- No. A month ago, my good friend died. Stomach cancer.
- I'm sorry.
- I don't know what to do.


Photo and words used under authorization of " Pavel Horák "
© All rights reserved

Down The Rabbit Hole : The Misleading

One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all

Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall
And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call

Call Alice
When she was just small
When the men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low

Go ask Alice
I think she'll know
When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's off with her head

Remember

what the dormouse said

Feed your head
Feed your head
Feed your head

Why Are you Wearing That Stupid Man-Suit ?!

Do you think the world is coming to an end?
No ... That's stupid !!
* * * * * * *
She said every living creature on Earth dies alone.
How did that make you feel? Do you feel alone right now?
I don't know. I'd like to believe I'm not, but I just ... I've just never seen any proof, so I ...
I just don't debate it anymore, you know? It's like I could spend my whole life debating it
over and over again, weighing the pros and cons ... and in the end, I still wouldn't have any proof.
So I just ... I just don't debate it any more ... It's absurd.
The search for God is absurd?
It is if everyone dies alone.
Does that scare you?
I don't want to be alone.
* * * * * * *
The sky is going to open up .....
If the sky were to suddenly open up ...
There would be no law .. there would be no rule
There would only be you and your memories .. the choices you've made
and the people you've touched
If this world were to end there would only be you ...
... and him
... and no one else.
* * * * * * *
I'm afraid of what you might tell me.
Sometimes I'm afraid that
you'll tell me this is not a work of fiction.
I can only hope that the answers
will come to me in my sleep.
I hope that when the world comes to an end,
I can breathe a sigh of relief,
because there will be so much to look forward to.

Eleven

What was it like to see

The face of your own stability

Suddenly look away

Leaving you with the dead and hopeless?

Eleven and she was gone

Eleven is when we waved good-bye

Eleven is standing still

Waiting for me to free him By

coming home

Moving me with a sound

Opening me within a gesture

Drawing me down and in

Showing me where it all began

Eleven

It took so long to realize

that You are the voice
that's calling me back
Home

Under a dead ohio sky

Eleven has been and will be waiting

Defending his light,And wondering...

Where the hell have I been?

Sleeping, lost, and numb

So glad that I have found you

I am wide awake and heading
Home

Hold your light,Eleven

Lead me through each gentle

step by step

by inch by loaded memory
I'll move to heal

As soon as pain allows so we can

Reunite and both move on together

Hold your light,Eleven

Lead me through each gentle
step by step

By inch by loaded memory

till one and one are one
Eleven

So glow, child, glow
I'm heading back Home

A Concerto For Madame Justice

Concerning non-violence:

It is criminal to teach man
not to defend himself
when he is the constant victim
of brutal attacks

"Sex and Race"
because they are easy,
visible differences
have been the primary ways
of organizing human beings
into superior and inferior groups
and into the cheap labor
on which this system still depends

We are talking about a society
in which there will be no roles
other than those chosen
or those earned

We are really talking about
Humanism

حتحور

هل تدرك الآن أن ذلك الجذع الضخم
ليس إلا صدر "حتحور" الممتلىء لبنا
وتلك الأفرع الكثيفة ليست إلا أذرعى
تحوط من يجلس فى هذا الحضن
وهذه الأوراق هى ظلال روحى
ألقى بها عليكم فتبتعد عين "رع" الناقمة
ويخفت النور ببطء لتدخلوا إلى رحم العتمة
وهناك تجدونى فاتحة أذرعى لكم
لكل غريب عابر على طريق الواحد الرحيم

Centered

أين تنتهى الموجــــه وأين يبدأ البحر ؟

أين ينتهى الجســـــد وأين يبدأ الظـل ؟
أين تنتهى الظلــمات وأين يبدأ النور ؟
الكلمات تتنفس خارج إطــــــــــــــارها
الحـــــــواس تتجعـــد وتنبســــــــــــــط
محيط دائـرة مركزهــا فى اللامكــــــــان

Eyes Wide Open

بجد
نفسى احضنك
نفسى اخبى فيك كل تلاكيكى وانكسارتى
نفسى فى شوية دفا
ادوب فيهم احتياجك واحتياجى
لحضن
او حتى مجرد طبطبة

I'm Jack's Sense Of Rejection

I Feel Like Putting a Bullet
between the eyes of every panda
that wouldn't screw to save its species

I want to open the dump valves on
oil tankers and smother all the
French beaches I'd never see

I Feel like putting a Gun
to my head and paint
the wall with my brains

I want to breath smoke

P . A . I . N

اريد ان اسمو فوق العوالم الماديه
ان اصل للنيرفانا الكامله
لارى بعين الراوى
الألم
كيف يسن حرابه ليغتالنا
وكيف نتوق لاغتياله لنا
اريد ان اره
بعينى المجرده
طولا وعرضا وارتفاعا
طعما ولونا ورائحه
اريد ان اراه
وجوها وشخوصا ومكان
بطلا لميلودراما حركيه من فصل واحد
اريد ان المسه واحسه
اناجيه ان يغتالنى بسهامه المسمومه
اريد ان احتضن ناره المقدسه
غير مبالى
ان احترق

أول الغيث .. قطرة

خلصت اخيرا ... بقالى مده عمال اصمم فى البلوج دى ببطء وباستحياء شديد ... دايما كانت المشكله اللى منعانى عن انى اشترك فى بلوجر دوت كوم انى مكنتش عارف اغير جلد البلوج ... وانا مشكلتى انى مابعرفش اعبر عن ذاتى الأنوية بمجرد التعبير فى كلام وبس ... لازم الموضوع يكون شامل تجربة سمعية بصرية حسية فكرية

ولانى مكنتش عارف احط مؤثراتى وهلاوسى الخاصة اللى واكله دماغى ...
فرميت الموضوع كله قبل كده فى الزبالة وزهقت

لحد ماعرفت اخيرا اعمل كل اللى انا نفسى فيه ... عارفين الشعور لما يكون قدامك لغز مطلسم مش عارفين شفرته وفجأة الامور تبتدى تتضح ... عاصفه حماس شديدة خدتنى وانا عمال اصمم البوج لحد ما خلصت ... وكاى عاصفة تحترم نفسها ... لازم يتبعها صمت تام مطبق

مش عارف الافكار بتهرب ليه وازاى .... المشكله ان الواحد عقله بيخطر فيه الف خاطرة فى الثانية ... ومع انك اكيد عندك نقص فضفضة لان كل الناس بتتكلم ومحدش بيسمع .... بس لما تيجى خلاص خاطره تهرب وتطلع على طرف دماغك .. عايزه تخرج من اى منفذ لسان بيتكلم ... ايدين بتكتب .... تلاقى حاجه لجمتها ولا اجدع سايس فى اسطبل ..... بس زى مابيقولوا اول الغيث قطره وانا حاسس بشىء من البلل وانا بكتب البوست ده

اسم البلوج ( ذا سبيرال واى ) الاسم يرمز عامه لطريق حياتنا ...ولانه طريق ملتوى وزجزاج ومش قادر يحافظ على نفسه على القضبان ... ولانه طريق ممكن فى ثورته بدل يخرج من القضبان يفن بحل جزرى و يخلع عجله ذات نفسه ... فالبلوج دى ماهى الا مجرد محاولة احتواء لزقاق من ازقة الطريق ده .... ولاننا كتير بنتوازى ونتطابق مع بعضنا البعض كبشر ... فى نقطة او موقف او مجال .... فى دوراتنا اليومية حوالين مصدرنا الواحد ....ولان خطوط مجالنا لازم تتشابك وتتقاطع وتتوازى وتتباعد ... فلازم هتلمح نفسك هنا او هناك جوه الزقاق

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