#Poet Battle Round 2

May/10

19

Holler

there is a greatness resting within you

It is untouched by this earthly world you live in
It is constructed by the very fabric of existence itself
It is the true nature of all creation

There is nothing that can harm this
There is nothing that can taint this
There is nothing that can stop this

– From bringing you to ultimate freedom: Complete Union with IT.

In essence,
IT is You.
You are it.
There is no reason to search outside of yourself
Once your Divine Eye has been awakened
True Knowledge will allow you to See, Feel, Taste, Hear
to become
What you came to Become

So Listen!
To the serene song of certainty
Arising from the nectar of your soul,
A melody of emancipation
always playing
just behind the confines of your mind

Leave behind the armor of your identities
For only in walking naked, in solitude,
and in complete surrender to love
Can you leave the chambers of your Mind
And enter
into the Gates of Illumination

Please Be not afraid
of losing those things you treasure
For the only treasures of any value
Are eternal
And cannot be lost

Your Devotion to LOVE itself
Will be your own restoration
And as your heart attains complete worship
Of love’s perfect glorious nature
You shall be granted the eternal Blessings
Of this perfect presence
As your Life
As your Light
As your every breath
Taking you deeper
Into the ocean of Supreme Love
That you always have been
And that you always will be

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May/10

19

Crocodile

the chili cock sauce
will leave your lips burning
though not the same way
as the sweet cream
deliberately whorey
to match my recklessness
I should spin this on repeat
since it’s no longer a rarity
to see myself jumping
both feet in
with a hand over my eyes
but the other this time
may be holding one
that doesn’t belong to me
this could differ
in that I’m not the only
one to take the plunge
I’ve got a second at the helm
kicking up the speed
as we take a dangerous course
I could be ten years younger
and it wouldn’t make a difference
but it’s cracked the shell
which made me feel
at least ten older
now I’m grinning
ear to ear
with a seared pink ring
around my mouth spreading
‘cause for once I can admit
how drawn I am to the sting
and I don’t mind if you watch
as I eat it up

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I was barely there,
Passed out and now
Unable to recall anything,
The screaming, hers
Or mine, the blood,
And the light, which was either
A beautiful moon or
A terrible eye, the first one
Having a look at me.

What a terrible party it must have been,
I’m glad I missed most of it,
Was sent to bed early and allowed
To sleep while everyone else
Worried about the mess.

Now every year we try and make it up,
For those who may still remember,
And for those who were there,
Causing the walls the shake
While turning the floor wet.

Simple water pressure
And gravity pulled me out,
I could not run, even walk,
My arms were weaker
Than my tongue,
I did not crawl into this world,
I was pushed, and
If I had been stronger,
I might still be there in storage
With mother on her back and father
Always building a bigger crib.

Still I am here, and that
Is always the given reason
When all others fail
And no gifts exchanged,
For a celebration.
I have survived,
Grown and learned to cry
About the things
The world truly cares about,
Not realizing that the first time
That I was wet and dirty,
A risk to the health of others,
And naked.

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The heart our heart
is beating a hollow drum
flittering
filled with empty Daimler Dreams
the heart changes in all things
king of the hill stumbles
dandruff on the shoulder of your
Armani jacket in this land of
lowered pulse…
but the food is good
(says Winthrop)
and the boys
are doing fine…just fine
the line is busy
bees have taken over and
planted stink bombs in the bridge
flushed us into the open until
so that
a nation of warriors
under wraps
herded by busies into the boiler room
where the moving mechanisms
and the inner workings of it all
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as the pleas from within
thud as dead as
dead steel drum
hum drum
dead as dumb
jimmy carter, peanut farmer
paints his pictures
cries before sleep
his head on a pillow
wailing for another chance
a second chance
gentlemen don’t waste em
that elusive empowered thing
empowered, as a punchline
for Saudis at parties
oil golf Texas men
an ice sculpture of Michael Angelo,
drip drippity dripping away
as a thirty-something sous chef
works on the flan,
backstage,
in the kitchen,
armed with sharp edges
and heightening ill intent

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the ride to the coast
was a treat like
being offered a reward
for good behavior
but we had to come back
like a segregated recluse
to the center of the
sugar patch
we did not know
that exclusion had
been forced
its policy implemented
on the sides of our
school buses
divided like main street
there grocery stores
were better than ours
we never saw a politician
they did not need our vote
back then
we lived as separate
as barricaded
as that dyke that
held back Lake
Okeechobee
if it were to flood
it did not matter
we were labeled migrant
labeled bean picker
labeled corn shucker
labeled celery setter
labeled pea sheller
labeled sanctified
like US 27
left abandoned
and yet we did
not feel it
because my mother
told me to go
ride your bike like the rest
of the children
I did not want to
but I did she watched
me from the window

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May/10

19

The Battle

The sheets and blankets of thunder clap,
The inky debris like militia led towards the black,
Clawing up the skyline.
Desperate to join the battle of light and dark,
The hounds of hell bark and the angels hark,
It is Evil versus the Divine.
I watch this battle curiously,
Which side to support I question furiously.
Their fight reflecting my own war of right and wrong.
The angel’s song is beauty personified,
But the delicious dark shadows tempting me causes the divide
In my mind.
Temptaion, if given in,
Is one of the deadly sins.
I understand, but I cannot fight it every time.

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Once boys were young and had naught but fun
trained and done learned all that they could
Two young men would then step forth brethren
And join in the ranks of Knighthood.
One west one East and still friends, at least
until a dark cloud fell over their land
And peace then ceased as men turned to beasts
And one would die by his own brothers hand
These two friends lives they now divide
as each side then took up arms
And oath one friend was sworn to defend
While one burned down the villagers farms
With the country at war it was not long before
They were sure the big battle had come
The lines were drawn and at the brink of dawn
Came the trumpeting horns and war drums
Soon the battle enraged with both sides engaged
It was staged to become a tie
Rather than be caged both knight and page
Resolved they’d both rather die.
In a field of blood and bone they stood alone
There shown a gruesome scene
Old friends that hadn’t known that when they’d grown
They’re blade own a bloodied sheen
During a clash of swords a dash upwards
Straight towards the avenger guard
It was not a slash but words of trash absurd
that brought these two champions forward…
One said “Old friend, prepare to defend!”
A thrust sword to fend him away
“Your wounds won’t mend to that i’ll surely attend”
“I shall render your entrails astray!”
And flurried parried sparks of blades and blocks that hit their marks
and bad remarks that hit their softest vein
As it grew dark a blades deadly arc
upon its mark drew forth mortal pain.
And to his dying friend his knight friend said
“we’ve done, all that we could”
He said “My friend, this is the end”
“Of the long lost age of Knighthood”.

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