inner breathlessness, outer restlessness
by the time i caught up to freedom i was out of breath
grandma asked me what i'm running for
i guess i'm out for the same thing the sun is sunning for
what mothers birth their youngens for
and some say jesus coming for
for all i know the earth is spinning slow
sun's at half mast 'cause masses ain't aglow
on bended knee, prostrate before an altered tree
i've made the forest suit me
tables and chairs
papers and prayers
matter versus spirit
a metal ladder
a wooden cross
a plastic bottle of water
a mandala encased in glass
a spirit encased in flesh
sound from shaped hollows
the thickest of mucus released from heightened passion
a man that cries in his sleep
a truth that has gone out of fashion
a mode of expression
a paint splattered wall
a carton of cigarettes
a bouquet of corpses
a dying forest
a nurtured garden
a privatized prison
a candle with a broken wick
a puddle that reflects the sun
a piece of paper with my name on it
i'm surrounded
i surrender
all
all that i am i have been
all i have been has been a long time coming
i am becoming all that i am
the spittle that surrounds the mouth-piece of the flute
unheard, yet felt
a gathered wetness
a quiet moisture
sound trapped in a bubble
released into wind
wind fellows and land merchants
we are history's detergent
water soluble, light particles, articles of cleansing breath
articles amending death
these words are not tools of communication
they are shards of metal
dropped from eight story windows
they are waterfalls and gas leaks
aged thoughts rolled in tobacco leaf
the tools of a trade
barbers barred, barred of barters
catch phrases and misunderstandings
but they are not what i feel when i am alone
surrounded by everything and nothing
and there isn't a word or phrase to be caught
a verse to be recited
a man to de-fill my being in those moments
i am blankness, the contained center of an o
the pyramidic containment of an a
i stand in the middle of all that i have learned
all that i have memorized
all that i've known by heart
unable to reach any of it
there is no sadness
there is no bliss
it is a forgotten memory
a memorable escape route that only is found by not looking
there, in the spine of the dictionary the words are worthless
they are a mere weight pressing against my thoughtlessness
but then, who else can speak of thoughtlessness with such confidence
who else has learned to sling these ancient ideas
like dead rats held by their tails
so as not to infect this newly oiled skin
i can think of nothing heavier than an airplane
i can think of no greater conglomerate of steel and metal
i can think of nothing less likely to fly
there are no wings more weighted
i too have felt a heaviness
the stare of man guessing at my being
yes i am homeless
a homeless man making offerings to the after-future
sculpting rubber tree forests out of worn tires and shoe soles
a nation unified in exhale
a cloud of smoke
a native pipe ceremony
all the gathered cigarette butts piled in heaps
snow covered mountains
lipsticks smeared and shriveled
offerings to an afterworld
tattoo guns and plastic wrappers
broken zippers and dead eyed dolls
it's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me
i have seeded a forest of myself
little books from tall trees
it matters not what this paper be made of
give me notebooks made of human flesh
dried on steel hooks and nooses
make uses of use, uses of us
it's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me
i have seeded a forest of myself
little books from tall trees
on bended knee
prostrate before an altered tree
i've made the forest suit me
tables and chairs
papers and prayers
matter versus spirit, through meditation
i program my heart to beat breakbeats and hum basslines on exhalation
release
(lyrics by blackalicious)
by the time i caught up to freedom i was out of breath
grandma asked me what i'm running for
i guess i'm out for the same thing the sun is sunning for
what mothers birth their youngens for
and some say jesus coming for
for all i know the earth is spinning slow
sun's at half mast 'cause masses ain't aglow
on bended knee, prostrate before an altered tree
i've made the forest suit me
tables and chairs
papers and prayers
matter versus spirit
a metal ladder
a wooden cross
a plastic bottle of water
a mandala encased in glass
a spirit encased in flesh
sound from shaped hollows
the thickest of mucus released from heightened passion
a man that cries in his sleep
a truth that has gone out of fashion
a mode of expression
a paint splattered wall
a carton of cigarettes
a bouquet of corpses
a dying forest
a nurtured garden
a privatized prison
a candle with a broken wick
a puddle that reflects the sun
a piece of paper with my name on it
i'm surrounded
i surrender
all
all that i am i have been
all i have been has been a long time coming
i am becoming all that i am
the spittle that surrounds the mouth-piece of the flute
unheard, yet felt
a gathered wetness
a quiet moisture
sound trapped in a bubble
released into wind
wind fellows and land merchants
we are history's detergent
water soluble, light particles, articles of cleansing breath
articles amending death
these words are not tools of communication
they are shards of metal
dropped from eight story windows
they are waterfalls and gas leaks
aged thoughts rolled in tobacco leaf
the tools of a trade
barbers barred, barred of barters
catch phrases and misunderstandings
but they are not what i feel when i am alone
surrounded by everything and nothing
and there isn't a word or phrase to be caught
a verse to be recited
a man to de-fill my being in those moments
i am blankness, the contained center of an o
the pyramidic containment of an a
i stand in the middle of all that i have learned
all that i have memorized
all that i've known by heart
unable to reach any of it
there is no sadness
there is no bliss
it is a forgotten memory
a memorable escape route that only is found by not looking
there, in the spine of the dictionary the words are worthless
they are a mere weight pressing against my thoughtlessness
but then, who else can speak of thoughtlessness with such confidence
who else has learned to sling these ancient ideas
like dead rats held by their tails
so as not to infect this newly oiled skin
i can think of nothing heavier than an airplane
i can think of no greater conglomerate of steel and metal
i can think of nothing less likely to fly
there are no wings more weighted
i too have felt a heaviness
the stare of man guessing at my being
yes i am homeless
a homeless man making offerings to the after-future
sculpting rubber tree forests out of worn tires and shoe soles
a nation unified in exhale
a cloud of smoke
a native pipe ceremony
all the gathered cigarette butts piled in heaps
snow covered mountains
lipsticks smeared and shriveled
offerings to an afterworld
tattoo guns and plastic wrappers
broken zippers and dead eyed dolls
it's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me
i have seeded a forest of myself
little books from tall trees
it matters not what this paper be made of
give me notebooks made of human flesh
dried on steel hooks and nooses
make uses of use, uses of us
it's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me
i have seeded a forest of myself
little books from tall trees
on bended knee
prostrate before an altered tree
i've made the forest suit me
tables and chairs
papers and prayers
matter versus spirit, through meditation
i program my heart to beat breakbeats and hum basslines on exhalation
release
(lyrics by blackalicious)
tl;dr
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I'm ruining this forum.
> i program my heart to beat breakbeats and hum basslines on exhalation
saul line? :-o
saul line? :-o
huh?
Saul williams - ohm
through meditation I program my heart
to beat breakbeats and
hum basslines on exhalation
*Saul beatboxes* "ohm"
I burn seven day
candles that melt
into twelve inch circles on my mantle
and spin funk
like myrrh
*Saul beatboxes* "ohm"
and I can fade worlds in and out with
my mixing patterns
letting the Earth spin as I blend in Saturn
niggaz be
like spinning windmills, braiding hair
locking, popping, as the sonic
force
of the soul keeps the planets rocking
the beat don't stop when,
soulless matter blows
into the cosmos, trying to be stars
the beat don't
stop when, Earth sends out satellites
to spy on Saturnites and control
Mars
cause niggaz got a peace treaty with Martians
and we be keepin em up
to date with sacred gibberish
like "sho' nuff" and "it's on"
the beat goes
on, the beat goes on, the beat goes "ohm"
and I roam through the streets
of downtown Venus
trying to auction off monuments of Osiris' severed
penis
but they don't want no penis in Venus
for androgynous cosmology
sets their spirits free
and they neither men nor women be
but they be
down with a billion niggaz who have yet to see
that interplanetary truth is
androgynous
and they be sending us shoutouts through shooting stars
and
niggaz be like, "Whattup?" and talking Mars
cause we are so-lar and
regardless of how far we roam from home
the universe remains our center,
like "ohm"
I am no Earthling, I drink moonshine on Mars
and mistake
meteors for stars cause I can't hold my liquor
but I can hold my breath and
ascend like wind to the black hole
and play galaxaphones on the fire escapes
of your soul
blowing tunes through lunar wombs, impregnating stars
giving
birth to suns, that darken the skins that skin our drums
and we be beating
infinity over sacred hums
spinning funk like myrrh until Jesus comes
and
Jesus comes everytime we drum
and the moon drips blood and eclipses the
sun
and out of darkness comes a *Saul beatboxes*
and out of darkness
comes a *Saul beatboxes*
and out of darkness comes the...
through meditation I program my heart
to beat breakbeats and
hum basslines on exhalation
*Saul beatboxes* "ohm"
I burn seven day
candles that melt
into twelve inch circles on my mantle
and spin funk
like myrrh
*Saul beatboxes* "ohm"
and I can fade worlds in and out with
my mixing patterns
letting the Earth spin as I blend in Saturn
niggaz be
like spinning windmills, braiding hair
locking, popping, as the sonic
force
of the soul keeps the planets rocking
the beat don't stop when,
soulless matter blows
into the cosmos, trying to be stars
the beat don't
stop when, Earth sends out satellites
to spy on Saturnites and control
Mars
cause niggaz got a peace treaty with Martians
and we be keepin em up
to date with sacred gibberish
like "sho' nuff" and "it's on"
the beat goes
on, the beat goes on, the beat goes "ohm"
and I roam through the streets
of downtown Venus
trying to auction off monuments of Osiris' severed
penis
but they don't want no penis in Venus
for androgynous cosmology
sets their spirits free
and they neither men nor women be
but they be
down with a billion niggaz who have yet to see
that interplanetary truth is
androgynous
and they be sending us shoutouts through shooting stars
and
niggaz be like, "Whattup?" and talking Mars
cause we are so-lar and
regardless of how far we roam from home
the universe remains our center,
like "ohm"
I am no Earthling, I drink moonshine on Mars
and mistake
meteors for stars cause I can't hold my liquor
but I can hold my breath and
ascend like wind to the black hole
and play galaxaphones on the fire escapes
of your soul
blowing tunes through lunar wombs, impregnating stars
giving
birth to suns, that darken the skins that skin our drums
and we be beating
infinity over sacred hums
spinning funk like myrrh until Jesus comes
and
Jesus comes everytime we drum
and the moon drips blood and eclipses the
sun
and out of darkness comes a *Saul beatboxes*
and out of darkness
comes a *Saul beatboxes*
and out of darkness comes the...
Yeah, that's a Saul Williams verse in the song, Release off of the Blackalicious album