Can We Get Much Higher?

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Peace means love
Nappy Head

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Smiling under an awning in a light summer drizzle, his hand reaches searches for her fingertips. The silence breathing warmth into their hearts.

Peace means love
Nappy Head

Inconclusive - all over the place - i know - i don't know - bloody matrix

It is bitter sweet I tell you. It is nothing more than a mere cliché. I mean. I sit in the bath, I excercise, I read... I think. As I think, I analyse and criticise. The conclusion I attend to to on a regular basis is always improbable. It is improbable because I cannot commit myself to the intellectual betterment of others. I cannot picture myself seriously leading a generation to intellectual enlightenment. At the same time, I see energetic souls committed to change, yet their vision is cloudy. It is cloudy because they do  not possess the tools the view the entire system and above all else, they lack the tools to mobilise the sleeping giant. This sleeping giant is none other than the great national consciousness that has been denied to a great many. It is the willingness to think for themselves and for their neighbours. It is an awareness of leaders that are meant to lead through consultation and representation and not dictate legislation and conduct on behalf the national population.

The leaders, as they are called, are in a position that is embroiled in a seperatist discourse - in all industries - that allow them to create and perpetuate this distortion of leadership. They are able to live above the 'nation' and deny the 'true nation' its capacity to both think independantly for the betterment of themselves. Instead, resources that would allow the nation to contribute to the governing discourses are kept very far away from nation -actively. In this scenario it becomes easier of the leaders to communicate on behalf of and for the masses to the masses. The leaders can therefore stand in-between direct development and the nation. They can therefore enjoy the victorious spoils of war and bathe in opulence regularly while the nation toils and suffers.There are at the least, two nations that I am aware of. The first is the nation divided. This divided nation consists of the leadership, that have extracted themselves from the everyday and claimed elitst positions, and the masses that remain intellectually disadvantaged. In this nation, the elitists know that the basic intellectual development of the masses must remain at a bare minimum. Should it remain at the bare minimum, the positions of the elitists would remain largely unthreatened. Without knowledge and intellectual growth, there can be no real challenge especially when considering the barriers of higher discourse. Shunned out of development and discourse, a well communicated and co-ordinated movement that sparks national awareness and discourse becomes largely improbable. The second nation that I am aware of is that of the the 'people'. The 'people' do not subscribe to leadership that exists beyond the people. This leadership remains of the people and for the people. The leaders therefore do not become seperated from the masses and do not engage in nationalist discourse. The problem with this nation is that it is laregly imaginative. This is where the cliché takes formation. There is a history of critique and discontent followed by a proclamations of ideological nation states and perspectives, yet I have never read or heard of concrete examples where they are rooted in the real. Are we destined to preach to the choir? How sweet the idea, how bitter the reality.

To make a difference in aything is to commit your life to a cause. Any memorable difference I mean. One can cause a paradigm shift and be pushed to the margins of history. One would therefore have contributed to a cause that resides beyond oneself. That is the truest comitment to a cause. To inject change, to be the catalyst and encourage change as it must. When one tries to commit to a change and wholehearedly shape the change and conrtol it so as to shape the minds that spawn from it to ones liking, one is creating a school of thought. As such, one will be the head of this school of thought. That must be the ultimate ego boost, to develop a school of thought that becomes the voice of a generation. That is a comitment, but not to change. It is a comitment to ones own endeavour. Yet there are advantages to that regarding change just as much as there are disadvantages. We are constantly charged with choosing between ideology and reality.

We are selfish, ahaha. We are. I sit in the bath, I excercise, I read... I think. Freak maybe I should just stop. This is just the begining. This is the shallow version. Believe you me.

It gets "deeper than rap". This is not just a rap.




Peace means love

Nappy Head

"Can We Get much Higher?"

Can we really? Is there more to this that what we feel. Is there more to all of this that what we do. Is there now a place within ourselves that we can claim untouched?

We feed a system that sees nothing other that statistics. We a re statistics. We feed the system. We bring it into existence. We have in our conquests to attain higher heights. My highest height, I'd like to believe, belongs outside of the system. My humanity is not to be traded. My perspective is not to be merely shaken, infiltrated and converted. My existence cannot be consumed.

Nay. We must learn to live again. Do you not see that we all need a reawakening? What the society needs is a main ingredient and a catalyst for freedom. For too long we have been conditioned and moulded into productive units that see value only in our contributions to the system. I can only laugh at the height of this frustration. The one thing that you have, that cannot be taken from you is your experience. The system knows this. The system therefore tries to control this experience through multiple avenues. The most notable being the anti-consciousness factory - aka the education system. People are groomed to doom.

My highest height... My highest height lies parallel to yours. I have not reached another plateau. There is no plateau to reach. I have found out how to live. I do not know all there is to it, but I have found life. Peoples. The veil is real. It is no longer an abstract concept. It is no longer theory. It is no longer that which is spoken of in circles of the enlightened. Nay I tell you. It is real in your life. It is real in the lives of a great many. Because it extends past your field of vision you fail to see it and come to ignore it. Life is real. Stop dreaming.

The system is feeding you the poisons of anti-consciousness. Stop eating that shite.



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Nappy Head

24 yrs

Little 24 sprouted imaginative attitudes. I saw in her eyes, a love, a happiness - well hidden behind a smile. Vigorous hair cocked backwards as laughter rolled along the ceiling. Fidgety hands and itching fingertips marked 24. Sometimes the idle expressions would beg interest. Little 24 tugged at my heart.



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venerable

standing on the moon's surface,
I looked at the sun.
then I felt it.



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Playtime

Copy cat copy cat
act a fool
fuel the intentions
tend to desires
act a  fool
copy cat copy cat



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Text messaging 7

Stop now. If I keep laughing like this, I'm gonna laugh wen I C U & U'll stop taking me seriaaas.



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Dig It Deep

Listening to rhythmic repetitions
grit rubble
grit rubble
Coarse penetrations
into the earth
Digging deeper



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Text messaging 6

What now? This back and forth is silly. Just tell me what it is already.



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Echo Heart Artist

Sketch my emotive patterns
Star love shines






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Ignorance

see me howl
at blue skies
hear me curse
the earth

fuming black death
puffing under ever step
of my aging dusty boots
strapped to a bony soul

trapped in a step
the good old foothold trap
All that is left is the holler
so you shall feel pain

It's not the hunter
It is the earth
the bearer of the ill-gotten
the harbinger of life and death

hear me holler
hear me scream
hear me howl
hear me curse



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To Live

After life
before the after-life
there is life
live

There are elements
units of freedom
beyond science and ill metaphors

where imagery deteriorates

Clutch, grasp
again
make real this imaginary
grant me this

lest I enter spaces
where the unreal is life
where the lifeless precedes
the afterlife

Life begins
after life

before the after-life

there is life

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Aroma Therapy

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The Safest Bet

The safest bet is this. There is none. There is only progress. There is only an accumulation of experience. Make your decisions and move forward. Move onward. I guess... Today I play the safest bet.

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Solo

Alone

Lonely

Emo

Alone



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Vacuum

Hollow hearts reach, plead and die.
Hollow hearts need, so their claws dig deep.
Cut it out and die in its absence.



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Bucketsfull

Imagine it was what you wanted. Imagine you actually got it. Imagine there was nothing worth working for. Imagine there was nothing worth fighting for. Fuckit. We fight. It kinda gives it meaning, but is that how we do it? Is that how we involve ourselves? Shouldn't the meaning pre-exist the act of creating meaning?

Fuckit. Drink a bucket of it. Fuckit.



Peace means love
Nappy Head

"I knew I was wrong"

"I knew I was wrong..."

There's this fuckit in me right now. Live, do, let be.

"... for thinking that she cared..."

Yo man. What can I say? It's all about this journey.

"... that's why I stay prepared..."

You'll never catch me on the downhill slope. I manage that shit. Fuckit. My heart of steal pumps abrasive rusty chunks through my veins. Oh God, I can feel it coursing through my veins.


"... What was I to do?"

It isn't what you think. Nothing can do it justice. I mean this thing we call experience. Life. Nothing can do it justice. Just as well.



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Text messaging 5

Woah. I saw th bestest signpost2day. I know U love readin th signs. Took a pic. U wanna C it?



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Text messaging 4

Jimmy thinks it's funny. Says I talk a lot. Wants2meet this new person in my life. Hahaha. U'r not new.



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Text messaging 3

Lol, I hav no intentions-so dont go givin me any ideas nw. I may jus take them seriaasly... :P



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Burn

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Text messaging 2

Hee hee. Ur response last nyt was quite cocky, but yeah, U amuse me.When R we catching up again?



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Making It Up

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Taken in the make-up room in Beefcakes. Exploring bodies or exploring sexuality?



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Text messaging 1

Was thinkin of U2day. Don't quite kno how or why U entered my thorts. Anyways, hope U gd.



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* uninspired desire

Uninspired desire, flaming empires.
towers of dust,shower thy lust,
existential experiment, protracted relevance

Echo my fuming disgust
in canyons of thought
absent minded
I hollow

May the gallows
hallow my metaphysical presence
as I ascend
rolling motionless
after the guillotine descends



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Tea Time With Eeb

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This was the first time I picked up and took someone out to tea. Was quite the lovely experience. As you can see, the lane I needed to be in was backed up. I learned the value of being punctual ;)

I am glad

^_^



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Home Work

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The Middle Man

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Hot Stuff

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they do falter

oh wow. there are these moments when the heart does falter. often I go swinging, weeping and then singing. introspective pains I do bear. never for too long. these are moments. they flit and flutter. iconic derivatives of passion. mmm. a pity there is no candy in my soul. I would lick the candy off my heart. I would chew the toffee blissfully. instead, I have a bucket in my chest. a bucket that overflows constantly. droplets, that run down the fibres of a discordant central nervous system, seem to be a complex mastery of intensity. mmm. how this sway of the fickle heart becomes a preposterous soothing fray. watch as I tumble, fall, slip, jump - live. I live. no matter the bargain, I live. crawling, sniveling, walking, running, jumping me. look I have snot in the nose. I love, lust - live. honest hearts bear the strength of legions, but they do falter. they are honest. they must. oh wow. there are those moments that pass. contained in these moments, the emptying of bottomless buckets as the heart falters. the heart does falter.

Peace means love. 

Nappy head

Techniques in Methodology, Prey to Technology

scribble jam artist

beating rhythms into keypads

my future 

your future

We hold fast to sentiments
We save face
and face personified repercussions
we save face
save for the face we must hide
as we bend
and are poisoned by the ejaculations
of filthy circuitry and static charges

Silly ostriches with disproportionate brains
tuck our heads in the grainy sands of truth
Yet, how true is death

Wait,
We cannot deny progress
and framing perspectives
Rest in peace

May your text messaging
slay my metaphors.


Peace means love
Nappy Head

I can only be sure

My love is fucking ambiguous.



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Twobop Rocks

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I Am Here

I  am naive I guess. I am naive and hopeful. That's why I wear my heart in my sleeve. I enjoy being strong, I enjoy being vulnerable too. I enjoy the realness that is my experience. Where most fall shy of weakness, I dust away the boundaries. Where most place bricks and cement them with the pain of their experiences, I let volumes of expression ride the off-shoots of tempestuous jet streams... I do not see them leave, but I feel them vanish - no. I feel them spread. Weaker they grow as their bonds break. Still, they go. Tinier they feel. The lumps in my chest grow ever increasingly. My experience of truth remains raw. Lighter I get. Weightless yet intact, my hallowed home remains. The solace of my  reflection carries me upward. How revealing this text has become. My innermost -lies on a platter for the scavengers of deceit and twisted amusement. Yet cry I cannot, love I must. Seek inside the eternal I do. My soul determines the soul determinant of what I seek. My ever eternal. I shall continue to love. My soul shall continue cry out with determination. Eventually the tears and tears that shall wrinkle and lacerate my experience, shall determine my truth. I shall be free. But until then may I remain hopeful. May I remain naive. My heart is here, coloured red, dripping at the elbows. 

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Peace means love

Nappy Head