byte-smasher’s domain

eloquence
is in essence
a consequence
of having to express one’s self
in manners that transcend the noise of nonsense
spreading common sense through complex rhythm and rhyme
so your message can be heard through the deadly decay of time
but death is part of life, you know
it’s the part that makes our creativity flow
for the finite nature of being
helps us appreciate the infinite possibilities of now
so please don’t let the unknown scare
for you are here, you’re not yet there
and the present is a present
though it takes some assembly
and instructions are not included
though in truth they need not be
because it’s truly you that makes the time
not god or others
so use it wise
and when your fears have come to pass
you can rest assured, at last
that your spark was well worth it

“Niggy Tardust was a man with an extraordinary plan
to infect the masses, and their comatose asses

their minds had gone astray from their essence and so they
were listening to charlatans, submitting to decay

he thought ‘if only I could catch their eyes
I’d tell them that they mattered, and that they should deny
the lies that they’ve been spoon-fed since our culture went awry

to all the things they disagree, they should loudly reply
to commands of the cash machine, they shouldn’t dare comply

they should discard their pointless fears and reclaim all their rights
they should wake up to their unity, and they should cease to fight

they should listen to themselves and realize that they’re alright
they should support their own views instead of caving in to fright

maybe then we could dismantle institutions that enslave us
and demote the silly, angry men we let indoctrinate us

and maybe then, just maybe, we could find a love of all
that negated every border… that tore down every wall

and nobody would be on guard, just waiting for a fall
we’d all support each other
   and what’s more

we’d cease to blindly poison, rape and destroy all our land
we’d only take what we could hold in the palm of our hand
we’d share the rest, and work to build a green technology
and greed would cease to be because we’d no longer envy
and security would rest upon the global sense of love
and knowing that it doesn’t matter what lies after or above’

and so, brave Niggy Tardust, he went out into the world
and instead of simply preaching, being sheppard to the herd
he became a good example of the person you should be
and infected many asses
and that many includes me
and I woke up to a knowledge that my words, they really count
though the odds of changing everything are quite hard to surmount
every one I touch with my ideas slightly changes
and change spreads fairly quickly
like a virus, it’s contagious
and though this rhyme may seem a bit cliche and quite outrageous
I hope that it will stick with you, and make you more courageous
’cause Niggy’s only one person, and with me, that makes two
but add you in, and that makes three, from there you can imbue
your newfound sense of self purpose to many more anew”

and from that funny bit of prose, the idea it just grew
and this is how the world did change, from just a few that knew
that a global shift in consciouses was well, well overdue
and now we pass the torch along, my child, it goes to you

The Funk
it’s the force that makes you move
            makes you groove
      makes you jump like you’ve got nothing to prove
until you’ve
      lost recollection of daily grind
and then you’re one with the music of space and time
you’re on your way to the sublime
             you see,
funk’s not a genre but a state of mind
      a state of being
and it seems that you’re one with the funk now
it’s like you’re drunk with the knowledge that you don’t need your know-how
          when you’re filled with the boogie, hop, hustle and jive
it’s the grooving of the rhythm that keeps you alive
   it’s the movement of the breakdown that makes you thrive
       and if you get up to the funkay you will arrive
                   to that funky little place in outer space
                where every funky monkey is full of grace
         and every lake and river is made of bass
and even when the music stops in it’s place
   you don’t lose that funk that you embraced
       those feelings of solitude are replaced
            by the funky interconnectedness of the human race

Hold on
Let my find my voice
It’s inside
it’s internalized
but I’m here, outside, not institutionalized
I need to externalize
my thoughts and feelings
my inner being
need to rhyme my reason
for the rest of you
I need to posess you
you see, now’s the season of my blossoming
blooming into a creature of meaning
I’m tired of thoughts screaming
“LET ME OUT”

I need YOU to hear me
don’t fear me
just feel me
I need you to know what it’s like for me to be me
me being me
kinda like you being you
but are you?
do you even know how to be?
you see I see the face that you hold up for society
hiding behind layers of sameness
conformity
when inside your soul is screaming to get out of your shell
out of your everyday plain jane establishment hell
well it’s easy
you’re nothing but a vessel of being
turn your focus to extracting all your personal meaning
shed your brainwashing
it’s nothing but a poisonous skin
dig deep down to bring your essence out from within
you need to hold that shit up
for the whole world to see
and then and only then will you begin to be free
free from the tyranny of social prisons that we live in
the limits we impose on ourselves when trying to fit in
to a society that doesn’t quite want to understand
I’ll tell you right now, that it’s controlled by the man
with the gold hoarding hand
who doesn’t care about the suffering or pain in the land
he’s playing a game
and it’s not about winning or losing
his peons shape social thought patterns subliminally
to control what you’re doing
through well placed lies and deceptions that sound convincing enough
seem harmless enough
so there’s no point in looking them up
and finding out they just don’t measure up
to reality
so finally you see that the steadiness of your mentality
has a fundamental fatality
a lack of neutrality
you don’t need “normality” to keep up your vitality
just a sense of morality based on your own rationality
not the bigotry and brutality of the bourgeoisie
so please
reclaim your repressed sexuality and creativity
and ignore the masses
they see the world through comatose glasses
your own senses surpass that which has been spoon fed to their lazy minds
please leave mainstream newspapers, TV, pop magazines, and drugs behind
use objectivity to get your wayward head realigned
strive to find a joy of a rational kind
then and only then will you no longer be blind

then maybe you can find
your voice
…. it’s inside ….
and externalize your thoughts and feelings
your inner being
there is a rhyme to your reason
…. right now it’s your season

and despite what you believe
the ones who push you down have a fear
it becomes quite clear when you don’t adhere to their subtly programmed doubt
there’s this one thing they’d hoped you’d NEVER find out
and this is why I’m intervening
because you need to know
that you
are a creature of meaning