Song Lyrics
Big in El Portal
Whoop Tee Dee
Ace
Brake Light Eyes
Pulse
Connected
Omar
Dovetail
14 Days
Burgundy 6
Revolution Tango
Newcastle Highway
Naked
I'm Scott Craft!!
On The Road
M.O.V.E
God Bless Cowgirls
Definition of Patriotism
Shadows and Lights
Big in El Portal
Alarm clock severs 6 hours of sleep Awake to the climb ahead jagged and steep Punch drunk hung over by patriotic fist Right wing rhetoric social pugilist White adds of fume bloom on the blue horizon Out of the billboard a red sun is rising Alone in the car eclipsing the stars Trash flurry ground dusted with rust and glass shards Pass achieved goals of the white picket fence Then the black bars on windows of housing tenements Dreams are deferred yet some reoccur And the lines and the borders are all starting to blur Robin Hood fed his child and got thrown in jail Another man kills a thousand and his approval ratings sail On both sides of equations the pen is a great weapon If you sign for veiled crime just do it in the name of heaven
Awake
I’ll break out this city
Make my Escape
I’ll walk hand in hand with fate on this black slate interstate Break like the will that has met with its fate Like the bloodshot still lights on the black snake interstate Like the saturated mind tied by the vicious vine Like the smoked brick circumference as the pigeon flies Like the restless realization that you are just one person And no matter what you pour into the situation worsens That you've watched hatred flourish and ignorance encouraged And you've stood for years anchored and faced the wave with courage That construction and destruction can occupy the same meaning Once pinched myself in rush hour to find I wasn't dreaming The screaming was teaming and could not be drowned by music To live is to breathe to believe to be polluted I might loose it is it useless to keep with the fight Does the end of the tunnel hold on to the light As the bomb blast is blaring so far from my sight Is it time to walk silently into the night
Awake
I’ll break out this city
Make my Escape
I’ll walk hand in hand with fate on this black slate interstate Escape on the interstate I once criticized Escape beneath crystalline ambient skies With azure extensive as a past lover's eyes Till the shadowy curtain drapes us with navy night Escape from the ties take wings and fly Mountainside view of the world strolling by Glide like the raven circling the hill A world too alluring to dwell and be still Where diamonds glisten in the ocean reflecting infinity Canyons etch the sacrifices of all of my ancestry Dance entranced by wild rhythms exploding Across the dim canvas where indigo is holding Numerous luminous pinpricks in ebony Tracing the patterns understanding the heavenly warm wind blows reminders disillusionment erodes Belief swells like high tide hope flooding the soul
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Whoop Tee Dee
Please cease misusing the word freedom Please cease misusing the word freedom Please cease misusing the word freedom It is not found in the barrel of a gun it is not the ugly duckling becoming the plastic swan Through a facelift, the nose job as we play the part of pawn small fish swimming in a big polluted pond as a billion televisions form the face of God and we mimic the gimmick and shout praise the Lord 10 neon commandments glow across the billboard and the locust of litter swarm shore to shore A self appointed preacher gives a sermon for force and the nightly news is an advertisement for war Bass burst out of a tremendous green ford that tramples the scorched earth it was meant to explore We crave what we don’t need and cannot afford and freedom flaunts finance in the face of the poor For one to see freedom ten see closed doors MTV forgot to tell us that most gangsters see a cells rust But then the golden teeth and albums would be harder to sell us
I am not on puppet strings I will not dance to entertain Crooked master break these chains
We are not your property we are not commodity Time dissolves as we evolve we will be free
Yes We Will Be Free
Yes We Will Be Free
Yes We Will Be Free
Yes We Will Be Free
Yes We Will Be Free
Yes We Will Be Free
Yes We Will Be Free
Yes We Will Be Free
Yes We Will Be Free
Yes We Will Be Free
Yes We Will Be Free
Yes We Will Be Free
I will be free when I don’t have to care About the swelling despair and the hope for repair The shadowy stare and the poison in air When peace isn’t the focus of all of my prayers When there is no word for what simply is
And relief exist released from this Where volcanic roses do not bloom on the horizon Where the Wood Thrush welcomes a red sun rising I will be free when red white and blue Brings thoughts to mind of love peace and truth Blood skin and strange fruits are just memories I will be free rocking chair redwood tree
Son home for dinner granddaughter on my knee Lines in a journal not meant to be shared Not written for ears maybe one or two peers Just swan song reflections of elation and tears The concentration of years understanding of fear I will be free when my soul is the wind Whispering over the sins of the thick and the thin And the speaker breathes voice to an ear’s attention And for a quick instant a word sparks a vision
I will be free when we learn to face the challenge And somehow replace the violence with the face of balance When Oedipus gouges big brothers eyes instead And it’s the final blood that’s shed these thoughts with weight of lead Will set me free when I can see the enemy And I’m surprised at what I see I realize sometimes its me I criticize the eyes when I take the mirror look I command the pen in hand that writes the ending of my book
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Ace
In a life of diminished land and infinite plans Night and day we stress at over the minute hand Obsess over the minute hand I ponder the second hand Thrift store finds as opposed to those name brands High in demand SUV all terrain Shining rims, silver links, diamond ring gold chain Driving through the northern California cold rain Switched lanes throbbing bass instrumental cold vein Left knee steering wheel switch to Alice Coltrane Known pleasure known pain and a mind which molds flames Technology evolves but within is a slow change But each framed blinking eye displays new landscape It is great to escape from all the phony handshakes A coiling cracked snake has got bare feet on black breaks Instant rivers and lakes appear in earth folds The earth holds stories that are waiting to be told These redwoods speak to me and the winds breathing though me Mountains astound me birds of paradise move me In the glove compartment words of paradise Rumi Feel like he knew me like we all know each other Like she is my sister and he is my brother My mothers verdant valleys my only needed green As Siamese dreams scream across these sterling stunning scenes I have become a fiend for being one with dreams
Vespertine dreams strum on strings made of streams Violin voice melancholy melodic queen Acoustic folk stokes inner winter crimson embers Chimes of freedom flashing beneath this mid November Remember the flames rushing inspiration burning Everything like tires and everything is turning The tide of life’s chaos only rises to subside The mind gets divided like serpentine time The light of this day is converted into energy Photosynthesis of sentences imagination to imagery I want to coat this land with vivid strands of poetry Drenched like late fall monarchs cloaking eucalyptus trees I want to flip the script with ease bridge concrete with greenery Merge every scene I see from sparseness to machinery The mountain top freshness the air like sweet nectar Learn from the serenade of a homeless mans lecture Every footstep experience all one needs to do is notice I believe that this practice will help me to know bliss Better tactics to deal with surroundings then thrown fits When sirens are sounding hearts pounding explosive I will try to be one with the deafening madness I will try to be one with the ocean waves soothing I will try not to ever have a moment of regret I try to travel both with and without moving
Each passing minute is turning like tables As true artist out there are hurtling labels Instruments and pens spinning genuine fables Like Aesop we rock beauty unorthodox Heartbeat metronome poems no tick no tock Clocks try to lock and shock me with shackled wrist Belabored by a battle with invisible fist My bruises washed away by oceanic abyss Massaged by the warmth of the sunbeams that kiss The sides of my soul when they run free through mist In the midst of this history we manifest a destiny Its best to be unstressed and free distressed by the things that I see The beatings of the TV screen the deification of the machine There are patterns in the chaos and chaos in the patterns
In the darkness I’m guided by a lyrical lantern The land turns into an incandescent crescent A hand burns and bleeds on the canvas of next Lessons are etched in the beauty and mess Gorgeous movements between the calmness and stress Truth seeds planted by the stranded romantics The fact that we feel stranded is the strand which connect us In moments like these we learn to respect trust As movements increase we cannot collect rust A luminous breath from above will protect us
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Brake Light Eyes
Red eye reflection swarming the senses Intense emotive tempest release & redemption Elation fatigue struggle and ruptured anger Burst of brewing anguish, riddled fingers spilling language Crawling across a coffee stained keyboard Like moss on a Cypress tree tensions resolved By solitude soldiers who are both calm and storm Warm wind on the skin breaks the chill of am Drifted through thick and dwell in the thin Newspaper like tumbleweed litter leaves hands Beneath the beige sunrise of vibrant street lamps
Wandering unshaven faded road story With the burnt raspy voice of jaded unattained glory Stray dog social misfit citizen can still remember when Coincidence and vision blended in between now and then Paper met pen and second life began
A miracle American beauty thornless rose Torn ripped clothes with second hand holes disposed Cold golden folds of fall aspen steadily spill Heavy head with weight of lead a shiver and chill The words she said could wake the dead and I’m laying still On bending knee with weighted breath and gray breaking will Felt abandoned like grade school piano lessons As I’m gambling with these abstract ramblings stressing But there is more truth in this unrehearsed verse A personal, sincere, naked, honest rebirth If your inner ear can read between all of the lines The core of this heart will be revealed over time Incoherent cohesion will reach the meaning of reason Abstractly connecting the changing soul seasons Amazed at the maze that life places you in Insane as the world that’s surrounding my skin
Now my mind digs back like hands in vinyl stacks Past a disaster waiting to fulfill itself
Past the separation of my thoughts and my health Back to the moment when purple light engulfed The life that once lay comfortably three rows before me And the thunder shook ground underneath my feet And others ran as fast as I sat there frozen Paralyzed with the crazed look in my eyes in the gray hazy days of dazed malaise Where an ocean of brownish opaque waves Washed malice over my unbalanced pallet A puzzle poisoned past comatose riddle Shots at my fear with a shot glass of tears Blazed relaxed listened to Manic Depression With liquid perception dripping in every direction Literally awoke to a
magnetic resurrection magnetic resurrection magnetic resurrection magnetic resurrection
Walk on igneous pavement burning bare feet
Lumbering across the molten concrete
Tears on my forehead beginning to bead
Sweat starts to drizzle rain falls on the street
Walk on igneous pavement burning bare feet
Lumbering across the molten concrete
Tears on my forehead beginning to bead
Sweat starts to drizzle rain falls on the street
I are no regrets I still have my breath
I have the faded memories of a beautiful mess
The limits of existence were pushed to the depths
I have indelible sight of the crimson sunrise
With the dyslexic perspective of still being awake
Pushed the will till it had as much as it could take
Combing through cavernous canyons of buildings
Feral stare on empty am suicide streets
With naked eyes concentrated on moonlight drenched pavement Where lamps leaned left and met in the middle Footsteps kick up red riddles of dust till it settles Cant’s remember if I was running from or towards
Standing still, fading fast or falling forwards Can’t tell the difference between the verse and the chorus
Now closed eyes sleepwalking through the illusion Love, hate, fever, fate, cure retribution
Walk on igneous pavement burning bare feet
Lumbering across the molten concrete
Tears on my forehead beginning to bead
Sweat starts to drizzle rain falls on the street
Walk on igneous pavement burning bare feet
Lumbering across the molten concrete
Tears on my forehead beginning to bead
Sweat starts to drizzle rain falls on the street
Couch perched eyes search through a moving window
Legitimized insanity swarms as the wind blows
And my remote control could not change world’s channel
And my lack of motivation never learned the piano
Broke out where the clothes harnessed rainbows
Black snakes of hair crawled over the faces of angels
Where turquoise stones adorned the neck
And Sunday service was the Cannonball Adderly Quintet
I knew my diminished breath was not quite finished yet As I threw to the side my final cigarette In raspy Mark Lanegan cross country van again Driving around the nation in search of myself In the face of massive mountains blooming immensity With the sporadic intensity of a meandering lover
Mother I swear one day I will make you proud
I will be like you, light breaking through clouds
Mother I swear one day I will make you proud
I will be like you, light breaking through clouds
Mother I swear one day I will make you proud
I will be like you, light breaking through clouds
Mother I swear one day I will make you proud
I will be like you, light breaking through clouds
Mother I swear one day I will make you proud
I will be like you, light breaking through clouds
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Pulse
6 Years sober Still hung-over Sleep is in the left eye and the right won’t open Slide in the silver whisper of a newborn ghost On the way back home down this switchback road Piercing kids-moke Crying guitar note Puncture wound reminds me that I still have a soul Like the March desert flowers that are starting to show Like this river reminiscent of my veins ebb and flow
Stuck in the traffic Thoughts erratic They offer the pulse of impatience There’s place that exist When I break through this mist Into a beauty that is lying adjacent
The cross around my Neck is music Manifest itself in everything that I’ve seen Blends my life into a space between wake and dream Narrates the love and hate and give and take to a tee Sonic fortress Burning torches Heart is beating like two weathered palms on a drum Like a million men and women shouting change under sun Like my memory’s been painted by the brush of a song
Stuck in the traffic Thoughts erratic They offer the pulse of impatience There’s place that exist When I break through this mist Into a beauty that is lying adjacent
Early a.m. Highway hidden Freedom manifest itself in so many forms A breath can truly test itself by opening doors On this humid southern evening trying to search for a source
Life is strange as Some new language I’ll ride the nation’s spinal cord of iron train tracks
I’ll slither on the pavement arteries and veins black Navigate these currents with no need for a map
Felt the pain of depression and the joy of progression The bile of poison stood poised like the sun Setting into the ocean felt a mother's devotion Seen a world with eyes closed and a world with eyes open Seen music exploding across the horizon Like meteorites streaks of light in the night Seen metal corroding got lost in the sirens Heard sounds take my soul to prideful new heights That I didn't know could be reached by mankind The blinding brilliance of crescendos divine Echoing solos hues streaked across time Heard poets exhale sentient surreal lines Laced with an innate power to unite Veins rushed and flushed with an epic excitement Artist who’ve never known me illustrating my dreams Known irony like the pavement bringing me to the trees
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Connected
Why are you trying to live so fast? I want to make one impression Even the present has already past And I have learned this lesson So savor each breath from the first to the last
And soak your soul in visions The ocean of life is as deep as it's vast And time will give you wisdom Right now this may be hard to see And harder to believe, true, But I once raced right through my teens And I would not deceive you There are a million sights I've seen Streaming in the rear view But when I stopped my car light beamed For the first time had a clear view So slow down on your rapid ride And meditate on moments Time is always on your side Know in your heart you own it Loose your eyes gazing at sky
Remember to respect it The sun is rising like the tide And we are all connected
We are all connected
We are all connected
we are all connected
Eclectic collage barrage to the senses Blend in with beyond camouflaged into mountains Saw a mirage and once ran towards illusion Like a moth to the light drawn towards confusion Polluted the mind, maximized wasted time Basked in Babylon, lost with no care to find Escaped into music on an old 45 Escaped on the road when the car was in drive Narrated the miles with Miles Dark Magus Big band black magic meandering classic The ink spilled precision in lined compositions Instincts found themselves pushing the mission Coincidences strengthening a belief in something binding
All of us as one being beneath the sun shining The minute hand's winding faded into the mist The light beaming bliss metal matrix eclipsed
By the movements of landscape, forgot the fake handshakes The puppet politicians giving wealthy tax breaks Forgot all the violence boiling on the surface Forgot all the times tense, forgot that I was nervous Forgot all the signs and forgot all the laws Forgot all the lines ants marching shopping malls Forgot the phone calls, ceiling floor and four walls Closed eyes and focused clearly on all that I saw Just fell into the moment the future and the past My time for now I own it first breath to the last The nine to five melted like persistence of memory Dali, heart felt it in the red rock vicinity Eyes pick out patterns in layered rose heaven The wise take each second of breath as a blessing A lesson to anyone willing to listen The earth's voice of wind spins advice for all senses
So I came back to reclaim this terrain in our name The weight of boulders on shoulders borders the insane The flames on the horizon of this scorched earth Someone torched worth with a perverse verse Curse the administration that administers frustration A literal James Bond threat of world domination Times being wasted along with our patience You won't hear these words on a radio station You won't feel the shake your foundation loud in a stadium Masses saturated and crammed with complacence But you might wander downstairs into a basement Hear some words and some music attempting to make sense
In this chaotic robotic thought prison invention Everyday my pen's blood fortifies life's intentions Change can come in an instant intense as the senses The rhythms and sentences so let us begin this
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Omar
Apartment meditation in a cross-legged stance Liquid levitation, watch the ball point dance Inks gravitation pulls it between two lines The illest illustration dripping dreams and time The destined destination of sights seems divine There's a touch of fascination in these feasting minds Crystalline creations climb the steep incline I can feel the vibration of outside's wind chime Inside 12 prayer candles are burning bright Subterranean vandals lurking through the night Fantastic damage Dorthy's Kansas cyclone sights Vast mechanic madness blooms poems to my right Volcanic panic tragic static's on the TV screen Erratic automatic fragmented light beams Fire and water mingle giving way to the steam Poured into my gourd now I'm sipping my tea
Wisdom's as respected as this hatred is hated Still the music's saturated, but I will not tolerate it The soul's emancipated when the lyrics are created If the meaning isn't sacred then the hope's evaporated Whispered change moves through the air and my cold stare anticipates its Sweep across this twisted nation until no one can escape it This mind gets elevated when I hear some mc's say it Fascinated by the fact that all these events are related So I spray this complex cadence rhythmically like tidal waves Displayed when radiant rays of words break through the haze Braided statements move us through the dismay of this maze Misplaced and displaced by the waste of this place But a new day and new way will replace this rat race If our motions through commotion can keep up their fast pace Cause the black cloud of confusion is chasing us from behind But its merely an illusion if we utilize this mind
My visions talk while I walk
My visions talk while I walk
My visions talk while I walk
My visions talk while I walk
My visions talk while I walk
Walkman plays the thoughts that I hear crystal clear as I wander light years down four flights of stairs to take in the air The cigarette regrets Pretzel salt Asphalt Transmission emissions that I'm breathing-in-between brick buildings breaching the sky My wonders fly towards the center of why While I walk on concrete through city streets And I drown city sounds with my walkman my crown Head first in headphones Drift through the world’s poem Lifted thoughts start to roam between travels and home My focus hones in on my reflection in the direction of a car window Earphones echo DJ Shadow shading surrounding scenery Urban machinery overwhelming and extreme to me Scratching up reality which in actuality is just another dream Guided by piano keys of ebony and ivory
With ears you see the crisp clean drumbeat Painting the city Soundtrack to a movie
We move through it daily We move through it daily We move through it daily We move through it daily We move through it daily We move through it daily We move through it daily We move through it daily We move through it daily
Well I'm just caught up in streams of daydreams Where reality cast light in a stream of vague beams A rapid return of this wandering mind Back to the realm of the wheel I'm behind Winding and wrapping on intertwined vines The pavement in front of me is dark highway ivy Watching through windows as the day evolves gradually Movement is fueled by conversational coffee And green giant skyscrapers that border the sea They've come to know time quite personally White clouds streak the horizon The high noon sun is shielded by my visor My speakers speak the words of the urban improviser Who motivates black tires to blaze streaks of fire Leaving charcoal tracks and cracks in the pavement Four wheel footprints charred the cement Changed the tint of the street and conquered concrete Feeling the singe of the grinding gear heat The friction automatically yields to the static We fly to defy the concept of gravity Twisting and turning underneath the red sky The natural splendor is burning our eyes There's a sapphire fire brightly flaming outside My eyes fight the desire to open them wide So we squint at the glint and the glare of the light Can't refuse the invite to stare at the sights Gift wrapped by insight and the precursor of night The burgundy periphery the sun obeying gravity The ocean's daily scarlet kiss, the nightly nurturing caress The sky subdued by a gentle ebony Headlights illustrate the path before me Illuminates the winding road Which is slowly winding home My window's down to keep me cold Focused and awake as I anticipate the eventual arrival The eventual arrival of an end of indecision The key to my survival is direction in my visions Is that too much to ask of a place
I swear
I hear
I feel
I taste
The end of a road which truly marks it's beginning On this path which cuts through life Like a day through night There truly is no ending
On this path that cuts through life
this path that cuts through life
this path that cuts through life
this path that cuts through life
this path that cuts through life
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Dovetail
Simultaneously moments occur and they blur Whether I want to or not my thoughts are reaching towards her These thoughts are a search to understand the land We stand in hourglass quicksand sinking in the plans of man The hands of man sculpting a tumultuous earth The minds of man wind the minute hand when they defined worth So I’m an outcast, an outlaw outside of the system I was out last night trying to translate a vision There is only one physical life we’ve been given Somehow we’ve forgotten to experience living Shedding our humanity like layers of skin Beginning to blend in with the machines Green trees few and far between outside of my dreams Digital deity TV screens paint one sided realities Indoctrinated with waste satiated by complacence Live vicariously through those who have already made So many hate work yet remain dedicated To perpetuate an intangible being while they remain slave Most people I meet are worth more then their wage Society is blinding so we can’t see the cage
Experience emotions captured on black wax Rapture in jazz stacks as Blakey takes me back The snaps and cracks are memories preserved behind glass The present just passed and these sights come in flashes The record spins, the lights are dim, a mind hypnotized The sax like wind, a chance to blend the shadows and lights About to take flight in the blink of an eye I think about why on the brink of a lie and I sink into sky Discussions of questions is the fuel to the quest As these doors lead to doors lead to doors labeled next And all that’s revealed is that more is concealed Midnight fifteen epiphany parked car in a field Staring at stars heavenly outlining infinity
Embraced the serenity miles from iron industry An entity entitled to move freely through this earth This knowledge can be both a blessing and a curse This wave of comprehension is a mere impulse reflection Ole Hubbard trumpet solo gave my thoughts their direction With the momentum of the sun of view all as one
And one as all, We’ll break these walls so this is a call Stand tall and march against this swollen empire Pledge allegiance to our lives and not allegiance to the wires Which tie us and bind us and force our surrender The moment I tasted freedom I will always remember There would be no turning back and no about face No minute hand watching rat race paper chase Time ceased to exist so there was no time to waste Just watch this world change at a leisurely pace Its funny when you think about money defined A piece of paper backed by a weighted piece of stone I’m sitting on this beautiful stone ocean side composing lines And this loose leaf laced with ideas is worth more to me than gold
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14 Days
Broke out the broken brick city tall thick and windy
Then spoke to the trees when the branches moved gently
Breathing ancestry like Sufi's on reeds
Or the luminous leads Africa Brass Greensleaves
Went walking with giants on 23rd street
Shared a decade of words without use of speech
Heard mockingbirds teach lessons on improvisation
Found equations on 4am am radio stations
Had the shaking sensation of caffienaated madness
Drove through midnight new moon radiant blackness
Knew friends who never broke the border of hometown
Boundless creative genius which has yet to be found
Heard one rainy wish bridge an axis of majesty
Knew a light named Joy who's road lead to tragedy
Held a tear in my heart and an image in mind
And a sadness and fear which would not pass with time
Seen angels of sunlight escape gray clouds rising
Heavenly rays spill over the horizon
Had the past present future move slowly through me
Read reflections of my soul written by Rumi
Saw the earth from above when I was 13
Once woke from real life right into the dream
Seen a window frame sunrise before falling asleep
Had beauty rest her eyes in the passenger seat
Listened close to the ocean whispering through rocks
Had the wind grace the face at frigid rest stops
Held stone in the hand that crumbled to sand
And fell like rainwater back to the land
Hourglass memories of time slipping away
Seen green life grow out from the death and decay
Perseid showers left streaks cross the skies
Saw life in a slideshow pass before my eyes
Seen echoes of racism gouging my eyes
Seen hatred for sale at a reasonable price
Seen my home grow and change each time I returned
Indelible memories of a city that burned
Had music give birth to a landslide of thought
Contemplated clashes of why wars are fought
Saw buildings collapse like castles of sand
Live in a world that I don't understand
Heard a baby grand echo off a hardwood floor
Had unexpected people open less expected doors
Seen cultures preserved with the pen and a word
Met a poet who believed that Jesus was Bird
That Charlie Parker died so creation could live
And the life that this man had in a second he'd give
Met a few thousand souls who have shared this black road
When I start my car is when I truly feel at home
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Burgundy 6
The clock’s gone round again my friend
A world that breaks a mind that bends
A different wind shakes soul to chill
The more I move the more I’m still
Tired thoughts and silent breath
I mourn the morning that I left
But time had come like am sun
The road and dawn and I were one
Changed so much the last five years
Shed some layers and kept some fears
Somewhere between the light and dark
Like milkweed moving towards monarch
In my sleeping bag cocoon
Underneath the crescent moon
Shiver with the weight of night
Or was it just the weight of life
At times this parked car is my home
Between these ruined streets of Rome
Sirens streak with hues of rose
Smiles on the face of foes
The city is too much at times
Wraps me with its silver vines
I’ll make my move when it is right
Before horizon’s kissed by light
Changed so much the last five years
Shed some layers and kept some fears
Somewhere between the light and dark
Like milkweed moving towards monarch
In my sleeping bag cocoon
Underneath the crescent moon
Shiver with the weight of night
Or was it just the weight of life
Walk down this street with my head to the ground
If it’s me that is lost then I don’t want to be found
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Revolution Tango
The robotic bliss chaotic trip toxic fist apocalypse
Easy to stay anonymous in this anthill metropolis
Swept away in the rush hour river of nervous populous
Take the bait of the plush power shiver of surface opulence
Overhead helicopters, cops on choppers watching watchers
Arrivals and departures hip hoppers and punk rockers
Big brothers lidless eye in the sky and in disguise
No surprises anymore, swear I heard this all before
Not just in the text of Orwell's 1984
There's a war on the poor and there's plenty more in store
Second paragraph in that Marx Engles manifesto
And the fires rain wrath because a couple of cats said so
called vandals in sandals light candles and stand still
While snipers with rifles wait for the command to
Land you in a hospital for standing outside the riddle
Eyelids meeting in the middle in the midst of meditation
Contemplating the ever changing face of this escalation
Searching and perching Donald Byroads eye view
My third eye view's it is absurd to choose
And worse to fuse the constant fight mechanism
Twisted rhythm of barbarism with diplomatic decisions
Barbed wire fences keep hands from the waves of sacred wisdom of
History’s sages Mystery pages
Lost in the ages it seems prearranged as
The strange gets stranger then Morrison's days
Coast to coast soak in quotes on a broken highway
Trying to escape from all the haste and walls of waste
Type away night and day writing down the year's displays
Sometimes I hate time cause it keeps me in a cage
And sometimes I hate lines but they keep me on the page
Enlisting in a certain kind of surrealistic realness
Spit with all my heart and soul in hopes that you will feel this
Precipice reflection pre funeral procession
Empire cycle downward spiral inevitable direction
Computer viral viper eats its tail with no correction
Waiting for the resurrection of the minds of men
Its time again to climb the cliff define the trends that bind the wrist
Inclined to fits of violence and quick glimpses of our genius
The alliance of finance and politic makes eyes fiendish
So what options lie within the individual when visuals
Shake the soul constant state commonplace industry frenzy
Simply feeling empty in this land of plenty
MTV has made the end I see look accessibly trendy
So I figure there are a few ways to prepare for the heat
Can scream and shout in the streets with a reprise of the beats
Or I can create my own space away from the place where ends used to meet
Have a frustrated taste in a jaded waste state wish to wake from a dream
Like when the knight puts you in check and then he takes your queen
Still an awkward isolated teen that rages against the gray machine
So I'll opt for the prior and add some fuel to the fire
With amplified pride we will take on the empire
With that numbers verse the guns 5 to one mind state
About to march beneath the sun there isn't any time to wait
$2000 campaign plates widening the wealthy's waist
Schwartzenagar terminator is governing my home state
I sit back and ask myself exactly who owns fate
In a system about be crushed beneath its own weight
System about be crushed beneath its own weight
System about be crushed beneath its own weight
System about be crushed beneath its own weight
System about be crushed beneath its own weight
System about be crushed beneath its own weight
System about be crushed beneath its own weight
System about be crushed beneath its own weight
System about be crushed beneath its own weight
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Newcastle Highway
Watch the moonrise over the highway horizon
Each minute that passes I find myself driving
Spying with eyes as sights bloom in the nigh
Sky scrapers scrape sky to the left and the right
The moon above bright as city windows are white
Lines, charcoal vines and green highway signs
I have faith that the world's will will change like Bob's times
Brake lights shine, I write rhymes in the blackest night time
Gas station, caffienation surrealistic sensation
Awake and aware of these strange situations
Each moving mile is a search for equations
Inhale desolation exhale inspiration
The black pavement stretches into another state
The car ahead displays a new license plate
Rush hour in the city holds a traffic wait
The digital clock's face state's its getting late
Its a different band on a different stage
A different pen on a different page
I got a faded Nader sticker and a busted tail light
The fog is getting thicker on the charcoal night
Share the highway with truckers and underground thinkers
Swimming down the black river conversing with blinkers
Echoes linger from Ellington's fast racing fingers
The road ahead grows both familiar and stranger
I am miles ahead with many miles behind
With miles to go and some miles in mind
Miles to grow and a million miles to climb
MILES in my STEREO is SOUNDING DIVINE
People to know no time to divide
A pick in my fro and a car that's in drive
There's infinite pathways to the divine
I follow the signs to try to find mine
I've seen it in mountains and along the coast
I've sipped from the fountains that tasted of my hope
I've felt it in the sunrise over fields of green
I've seen it with my third eye reminiscent of dreams
In the simple serenity of a moonlit eve
I've heard it in New Orleans music flooding in the streets
The path that lies ahead of me, eclectic creativity
The sights in my periphery that remind me we're not beat
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Naked
I have a kick drum heartbeat and a saxophone breath
I said a kick drum heartbeat and a saxophone breath
I've got a kick drum heartbeat and a saxophone breath
I'll spit these cryptic lyrics until nothing is left
Flow like wind over pacific oceanic trench depth
Exhaled art echoes creation eclipsing death's effects
Respect, reflect and connect to the patterns of each step
There's two speakers black as lead strapped on my serpentine dreads
Advanced hail to the thief blessed my radiohead-
Phones, Stoned toned poems take their toll on my soul
As a working class hero takes control over goals
This globe beats rapidly industrial strobe
Neon light beyond bright advertising consume
There's a single dandelion in cement concrete bloom
Amber waves of pollution yield rose tinted full moon
Sit back and illustrate it in a candlelit room
Words can erect bridges statements shatter brick walls
Words can erect bridges statements shatter brick walls
Words can erect bridges statements shatter brick walls
These bridges made of visions and all walls built to fall
With mic in hand words reach the land and send out a call
To seize the day and breathe the change there's no time to stall
In the strangeness we all laugh the same no difference at all
Expressions language, smile/anguish both obey the same laws
The wall that separates our world's an epic illusion
These times are crazed, sky's purple haze a hectic confusion
Wind willows sigh like rising tide whisper evolution
3 open eyes, mental waves rise ripples revolution
Music sounds loud blending with crowds a rainbow of skin
Together under changing weather whisper like wind
External shades and different tints, but the beauty's within
Time elapses, minutes passing we are growing as kin
Nudity is truth and to be naked is sacred
Nudity is truth and to be naked is sacred
Nudity is truth and to be naked is sacred
I believe that love's the only power that can eclipse hatred
If placed in my face I will learn to embrace a racist
I stand adjacent to my patience for tomorrow's oasis
The world has taught me lessons when I read peoples faces
Information is the gem within meandering statements
The equations that I speak of are born in conversations
Words moving like cirrus shadows over sun drenched gray pavement
Ideas rise from beneath the basement to be molded like clay
Our words, hands and creations have been shaping the day
I live on the highway, writing poems on my steering wheel
Every word I say in my journal reflects how I feel
Exposed in prose I swear that all these stories are real
I am naked it is sacred when the soul is revealed
I am naked it is sacred when the soul is revealed
I am naked it is sacred when the soul is revealed
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I’m Scott Craft!!!
Seen signs of the divines design in a Reed Mathis solo Oklahoma bass line
Or the time the smoky sky scarlet sun shine
And the atmosphere appeared to be drenched with the tint of cherry wine
Eyes closed parking lot lost in thought at Torrey Pines
Trying to follow the hallow tipped rhymes of Mikah9 live
But I wish I had ten
With the extra I would exhale a gale forced breath of wind
Become one with this pen blue ink flowing within
The blood that floods these veins like New Orleans hurricanes
As quaking earth awaits the birth of revolution's change
Like wind, ice, sleet, slow, hail, fire rain
Explode onto the canvass clear as Coltrane crescent flames
His name refrains time and time again
Cause his rhythms are religion and my shrines my pen
In his absence I'm still reminded that the minds of men
Can at times have sense fill the night with light that shines within
So as some wind and drift still others find their gift
Harness it harvest it from seed to tree
As my eyes feast I'm reminded what I need to be
Now have goals to control the destiny of this soul
And I never even knew it until I wrote down the road
My heroes smashed the grasp of a rusted status quo
Anarchist virtuosos creativity their whole
The older I get the more my hunger grows
No longer satiated by the passive observations of all actions of my favorites
whom have already made it
Though they still fill my will with their boundless inspiration
To sculpt my art with the pulse of heart and never be complacent
Dedicate the meaning of my being to free creation
Expanding passing glances into an epic essay
or capture a decade with a six word phrase
To know no borders, all are reachable heights
To be the master of my craft and learn to write light
Even sacrifice aspects that have become routine in life
Thoughts swarm at 4 am shake and quake me awake at night
So as I sit and meditate in my sanctified space
Stimuli bombards me at a waking life pace
I'll try to illustrate with a swallowtails grace
the rush hour haste, the cubicle maze
The toxic waste state the crimson rock face
the campfire blaze the moon in each phase
The fuel for the muse is the music that plays
Incandescent hues and the fusion of ways
The dreams cloudy haze the visions displayed
The death threats of hate and the rhythms that saved
The crest breath of waves and decisions we've made
The coming of age the surrender to wage
The invisible cage the peripheral daze
When the normal is insane it is never mundane
As the sun turns to rain applause thunder claps
If I can place all this in words I've mastered my craft
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On The Road
I’ve got one strong mind
A second sight a third eye
If these lyrics at all touch you
This spirit never dies
Driving cross the country
Under ever changing skies
My soul immortalized
And in my dreams I fly
In a silent way I start my day
Travel miles like Davis
In search of cultural oasis
And fast is my pace
Moving past this rat race
And time is of the essence
So I never let it waste
Driving on highways
Souls cross on pathways
Interstates roadways
Crescent moon steals days
Nights under constellations
My souls contemplation
Of earlier conversation
Gives profound realizations
Now it’s time to move on
As night yields to dawn
Under a new rising sun
South on route 1
Chose the road
As the Source for these reflections
Setting sun guiding course
In a westerly direction
Like Jedi
Feel the force
Hearing music’s resurrection
On route to California
Synchronicity’s suggestion
I quote sunlight
And ocean waves
Once eclipsed sight
Now better days
Just like Tribe
Always questing for more
Swam through waves of chaos
To harmony's shore
On top of a mountain
With infinite vision
Lakes, rivers, oceans
Perpetuate systems
Watch as the water
Flows with the rhythm
The road too meanders
With random precision
Images resonating with great power
As we race around curves 60 miles per hour
The road guides the path
With it’s twist and its turns
To my right lights a match
And another one burns
Behind the wheel
My thoughts wander
The future I ponder
Gazed over fields
To the right the sun was shining
Western clouds with silver lining
Raining ideas
Contagious amongst peers
Getting widespread like panic
All our roots are organic
They spread across lands
Fertile soil
To desert sands
Visions of green
Shorelines serene
Mountain scenes
And breathed air clean
It seems to be our destiny
Each day to make discoveries
Never have I felt so free
And in my hand I hold the key
I'll give you incandescent light in 24 bars
Mars Volta's bolt of lightning inside my parked car
Cause a song wasn't done yet I'm watching the sun set
Mechanistic silhouette of villainous militants
Army jet shatters sound within the periphery see
The surrealistic symmetry of Babylon's circuitry
Nervously I'm wary of insidious purposes as
I slither along on these obsidian surfaces
I broke through the invisible chains waged service
If the day doesn't exhale excitement its worthless
So I'm a one way ticket urban gypsy pagan angel
With a translucent silver serpent smoke ring halo (wearing)
Worn torn tan cords and cutoff plain clothes
Isis vinyl violin sends headphone rainbows
Graffiti hues illuminate humid views on the east coast
Highway child downtown brown skin leaf tones
In a black marbled nocturnal journal I keep quotes
I take notes and write hope and speak to my people
Lead equals gold within this ball point ink alchemy
This falcon sees the valley trees and mountain scenes from balconies
I stand beneath reality silently catching visions
Revisions and Decisions come in instant waves of wisdom
Infinite and intimate like ocean meditations
The fluidity of rhythm is my only medication
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M.O.V.E.
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me
What if I slapped you in the face with my dictionary
My pen and my voice are my democracy
I fight when I write
I’ll speak my way free
So ebony and ivory
Grip this microphone tightly
Speaking visions of equality
Strip the mystery off history
Been through agony and ecstasy
Like Monk with his piano key
You can’t categorize this
Define this, confine this
It’s limitless
As fingers take flight
Touching black touching white
Giving ears sight
See through the fears of night
The blending of light and dark
Could be the single spark
To ignite the prairie fire
So our enlightened empire
Will strike back like nothing prior
This is the embryo of peace
Freedom rhymed over beats
Writing with my pen
Jotting down instant Zen
It’s the natural movement
A spiritual improvement
Prophet heaven sent
To cease this decadence
Speaking eloquent
Watch the development
Of the urban element
Knowledge always relevant
Collage unique intelligent
Always speak with confidence
The suns direct descendant
I shine independent
Of weather
Always using metaphors that are clever
Carefully balanced between pain and pleasure
Hey when you sellin out
Naw I ain’t never
Like the Family Stone I’m Sly
Never wear no suit and tie
Questions appear before these eyes
Most begin with how or why
In a democracy could Mumia die
When I look in the air I see polluted sky
Watch the news and see another black mother cry
My own government for years fed me lies
But I always find a way for this soul to fly
As I’m coming out your keynote speakers
You hear knowledge teachers
Truth preachers
Height reachers
My skin is Brown like James
When I speak I spit flames
Artwork extends past the frames
A spirit can’t be tamed or contained
It’s unique
Seven days of the week
From conservative to freak
To all humankind we speak
These statements
Echoing eternity
Vibrating versatility
Born to aid humanity
Engage life and it’s mystery
With mental Genesis
Supernatural synthesis
In my prime like optimus
Sharing lines
Extending through time
And space
Flow with grace
Diversity challenges my concept of race
When I declare war I throw down an ace
Released into the wilderness with just my thoughts
I ran until the earth stood still never got caught
The sounds surround my crown gets filled music's my life
The light astounds me soaks my mind straight through the night
In candlelight my speakers breath makes me feel whole
I'm blessed to stand on stage with mics and speak my soul
Caress the land and pages writing down my goals
My hopes and dreams fulfilled as tomorrow unfolds
I slide on pavement to the beating of the drums
The rhythms wisdom inspiration all is one
My visions vibrant when I write beneath the sun
Revisits sights of where I'm from to where I've come
A mountain top eternity in front of me
Life's cycles flowing fluidly for eyes to see
I meditate on fate in this vicinity
Music and nature soak me in serenity
My hair is long, black and strong
Got a Jackson 5 afro
And I always let my soul glow
And grow, at a show
Or under a shade tree
Anywhere I’ll go
And everywhere I’ll be
I wear a green jacket
that I got at thrift city
I stand 1/2 an inch short of 6ft 3
Illuminate like G.E.
Shine so brightly
The blind’ll see
And the deaf will hear
Crystal clear
Never fear
Salvation’s near
Tell your peers
You best respect this
I rock a cowry shell necklace
This earth I will protect this
I know we can correct this
To the cloud I be the silver lining
To the road I’m the one that’s Long and Winding
My thoughts are always climbing
Getting national like geographic
No time for traffic
Like the glass I’ll clear it
Straight no chaser to your spirit
Leave you Wondering like Stevie
When I shout at the Pharaoh
To set my people free
My Mind's Overwhelmed by Visions of Equality
As a rainbow of children embrace around me
Through squinted eyes I try hard to see
Bright shining universal liberty
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God Bless Cowgirls
I've known friends that come and go like the wind and
Know more than one end or one beginning
Spent years, eyes fixed on a minute hand spinning
The city bricks brimming the redwoods thinning
A world ever-changing, reacting and rearranging
Spring flowers growing rain to the snow &
Vermilion sphere glow and shed color with height
Giving more light and then give in to night
Seen family seep slowly back into the earth
Tears flow like rainwater slide over the hurt
Seen the ground give birth just after the clouds cry
Seen metal and glass reach up into the sky
Seen buildings collapse in the blink of an eye
Read faces like pages beginning with why
Took it all in seen loved ones get older
The gray lines of pride streaking over their shoulders
Seen broken down people eroding in alleys
Seen all ages and colors marching in rallies
Seen hills turn to valleys back into the hills
Had the thunder move through me and shake me to chills
Seen greed bloom in eyes with the sight of green bills
Seen blood flood the screen as I sat stale and still
Seen white collars kill and never face jail
Seen empty-handed teens never post bail
Known caffeinated hell in an invisible cell
Remember the moment when my attention fell
Forty hour weeks with the weight of a sentence
Had music shake my soul with its weight in one sentence
Had a moment with a loved one pass by in an instant
Had coincidence so pacific I questioned the reality of my existence
Intense as that moment when two towers collapsed
And it all came home and changed in a flash
Seen shovels move rubble digging into the surface
Known men with expansive knowledge who have never known purpose
Known what it feels like to think that you’re worthless
Shaking and quaking and sweating and nervous
Received minimum wage for maximum service
Thinking the breath given to me I didn’t deserve it
Known the joy of a crowd cheering you on
Seen the birds eye view of the sun greeting dawn
Seen the third eye view of a hope just beyond
The velvet horizon with all people are rising
Open colorblind eyes and feeling united
Mobilized, mesmerized energized peers
Intertwined minds weaving vines of ideas
The instincts and rhythms of 4 billion years
Stand on the front-line confronting our fears
The end and the beginning are both same and near
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Definition of Patriotism
Prior to addressing the pressing,
depressing, stressing issue of war
There's one other issue I'd like to explore
And the fact that I don't hear the echo of a million voices still shouting complaints
Makes me faint, frustrates me
It's devastating to democracy
George W. Bush is not the president of America
Coup d'état
Post millennial hysteria
Stolen election
Now the demise of life is draped in the disguise of national protection
Using the media weapons of mass deception
To fuel the mass distraction
There will be massive repercussions for this war against weapons of mass destruction in a third world nation
But aren't we the ones with 10,000 nuclear bombs in the midst of an invasion
Hatred cannot counter hatred
Only love is that sacred
How many lives will be wasted because our "president's" impatient
Or to further our global imperialist reign
Raining iron and flames in the name of democracy
Branding another area with our American ideology
Replacing a regime with one where all are equal
We haven't mastered the first chapter so why rush to make a sequel
Did someone say oil
I heard thousands shout with passionate doubt "NO BLOOD FOR OIL"
No blood for oil!
No blood for oil!
No blood for oil!
This is the equation that makes my blood boil
Blood flooding foreign soil
As wealthy men collect the spoils of front line toils
But this is not the message seen on the TV screen
We are liberating people from an evil regime
Not decimating people with an evil regime
The web that they weave
We The People deceived
As the media bleeds and feeds the machine with paranoia and panic
Sweeping the land from pacific to Atlantic
Governed by the fear of a threat from out there
On that tragic day in mid-September
The bloodstain on my brain I'll forever remember
A nation united by catastrophe in bloom
The "industrial confetti" on screens in each and every room
The atmosphere of rubble that blocked out the New York moon
I cried that day with the rest of the nation and felt we were in tune
But soon after the disaster instead of asking why
We asked when, what, where, how and who would have to die
Who would be the example
What land would we trample
We would raise our fist towards terrorist
And drop our metallic mist on innocent kids
Away from our eyes
Out of sight out of mind
The gears of the war machine steadily grind
The wheels of time rapidly wind
I'm not willing to sacrifice my freedom and rights
I'll take to the streets both day and night
So hail to the thief that stole the election
For your first two years in office I felt disconnected
But now I know the role of your deceitful regime
You are the extreme that for so long we needed
The level one reaches before they open their eyes
Gather together and unveil the disguise
The first world silence of your third world violence has mobilized
thousands to take to the streets
Sending chills up my spine when I hear pleas for peace
I'll make mine with rhymes in the belly of this beast
When we march hand and hand I hold democracy
I hear it shake the ground with thunderous sounds
So, let us be heard cause our words have the power
Even more power then the nuclear shower
This land is ours, but not ours to devour
So move past the fist
I am a pacifist resisting this twisted militant system that I didn't enlist in
This war o
