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The Universe in Discord

Knowledge — Sat, 08 Oct 2011 17:00:38 +0000

They shootin’ rockets at the moon
Claim they lookin’ for water
Awarding President’s Peace Prizes
He ain’t done shit to stop the slaughter
Requires a crisis of conscious
Why a crisis is upon us
But I don’t wish for terrible things
Only for them to be spun off us
Brought out into the light
To get to the center of truth
You gotta open up part of the sky
Then watch for signs to confuse
Everyone can’t see clearly enough get to the root of things
How sinning is the process – of defying our divinity
How there is some function beyond loving that is the key to all of this
Life – and how short time flies as the clock continues to tick
You better hope for reincarnation
Pray that spirits do live
Infinitely tending Earth’s garden ’til humans bring about its end
Intimately tending Earth’s population ’til all children eventually blend
When our creations recreate, remember we are not all God’s children
We do not share similar worries
Wondering if Adonai is really Elohim
In whoever’s image we were created
We must strive to get to know ‘Em
Not just in religious connotation – trust that all God’s people are chosen
All lumped in as one but what it doesn’t state is this:
Nationality vs. Race leaves massive inequalities and tension
Neither truly define our right as human beings to live contented
Using tools without instructions creating chaos laced good intentions
And with it no true history incorporated into educational institutions
Must it all be in vain
Must our knowledge remain hidden
As long as they keep the truth in chains
History repeats like time’s a villain
Therein lies the truth we know time and again has been re-written
Felt by many over lifetimes
Passed over-stood until we’re smitten
But in the end – only truth remains
It’s clearly defined as life’s true mission

Deciphering A Purpose

Knowledge — Tue, 23 Aug 2011 18:00:50 +0000

Every day I reflect on the person I am becoming.
A constant work in progress I used to call myself, but it’s more like a constantly evolving process in which I’m resolving my former doubt – living life as I know how.
There are times when eliminating toxic things and people from my world take their toll.
But I work on becoming a better me anyway because no one’s path is paved in gold.
I work on recognizing my thoughts, feelings, wants and needs for what they are and addressing them accordingly.
I accept the things I cannot change and change the things I can when I’m avoiding complacency.
Is life meant to be enjoyed or is it a discovery of sorts… that will constantly leave you wondering what else there is in store.
It is meant to be questioned, challenged, debated and argued about.
It is meant to be a learning journey, a perpetual adventure for knowledge or doubt.
In depth or not, when we come to the end of our road are we supposed to be able to walk away from it all?
With the knowledge that our existence made a difference, no matter how big or small?
It means something to more than just friends and family and the odd stranger we run across along the way.
Paying it forward is life’s biggest reward – and presents an unexpected payday.
Doing nice things for random people and expecting nothing in return – now that’s an exceptional display of human nature at its most basic form.
Speaking up when injustices occur. Takes bravery and courage. Not becoming the root cause of our problems, just like with happiness, means moving forward.
Every one of us, fighting daily battles to overcome and advance in the struggles for and against and for what?
Strengths and weaknesses are put to the forefront and wrestled with every day.
The grind is constant, like prophets and the many sights they’ve seen (scene) and played.
We are always being watched; observed and whether or not we recognize it, these occurrences hold special importance for each and every one of us.
Our ancestors are watching, believe it or not.
There have been times where I have given no care in the world and have subsequently done things I am most definitely ashamed of.
I wonder, will they still embrace the love that lives within my heart, dispersing itself to all my nerve endings… is the finish dictated by the start.
Deep regret was a distant but close relative of mine and in the same vein love overcomes all of that in time.
Regret, but restart your engine please.
Begin again regardless of any pending vacancy.
It’s important to care and equally so is the importance of fostering meaningful friendships on a level that’s fair. Where all is equally laid to bare.
More so is the importance of sometimes doing things you don’t want to for the greater good, i.e. fostering kinship’s. Pulling myself out of the occasional rut; a key component to success so when I’m in that rut and doing terribly I can ask, “why is this?” and know exactly why this is.
Achieving takes more than believing. When I get stuck, I have to patiently become undone using whatever it takes. Whether it be blood or spilling my guts, peeling off the outer shell before cracking more nuts.
Because it’s so easy to get stuck and feel helpless when you know all that you can accomplish can only be done when you are selfless.
Embracing my fears, while remaining fearless. Unafraid of shedding tears, because showing emotions is courageous. Peer pressure can bear down and cause the opposite effect.
When buried at the root, that’s where you’ll find the isolated problem, and what can happen is that we start looking for someone or something to lift us up without lifting a hand to assist with it ourselves.
We should be looking to our God or some other higher power or whoever it is we believe in, not only to give us strength, but to help us find the power within ourselves to carry on and persist.
To live. To exist. The best lessons are learned hardest and I’m certain I’ll have to teach myself most of the important ones all over again.
And mostly for love when the lack of it is threatening.
It’s necessary to do this when we forget how to exist.
How to put forward our best foot and allow the other to create its own footstep.
Like my dad sometimes says, “we often revert back to the fundamentals no matter what the discipline.”
The fundamentals align with the bigger picture and we expand upon them.
Every single day, expounding upon the basics so to say.
It’s important that we practice taking the necessary steps to ensure that we possess the ability to dig so deep within that we feel as if we might become lost in the bottom.
And although we know exactly what’s needed to reach into that place and then back out of that sometimes unsavory space, we do it anyway.
Use that power and energy… to pull ourselves out of the quick sand because life is short and goes by too fast.
And like quick sand if you’re not fast enough you can sink right in.
Everyone deserves happiness and contentment, but not at the purposeful disadvantage of others, even ourselves and how we’re living.
No exceptions.
Life, for everyone, is not whole, but life as a whole is a work in progress for all to dig our heels in, but don’t forget to alleviate our stress.
Answer the call.
On a continuum of continuity. That there’s life. It goes on, infinitely.
And there’s nothing, not a damn thing wrong with accessing the full potential of the human genome.
Our bodies, ourselves - following a natural pursuit of using life as a tool bodes well.
Ironically, that is exactly what happens whether or not we stop to acknowledge and pay tribute to our prowess, especially if it is of the good variety.
Everything we do in life harbors growth.
Spirit, energy, it never dies, and is always searching, for another place another time – another life or an alternate purpose.
Every time we love it is passed on to the next person – place or thing. It’s never too far gone from life’s quilted seams.
Every moment of our lives can be penetrated and what’s derived is the very best and worst that our souls have sacrificed in payment.
With every breath drawn, a canvas is created and artistry never knew such a beautiful diversion until our last breath drawn out makes every moment spent on this earth and beyond…
Most truly worthwhile.

Things Fall Together

Knowledge — Sat, 21 Aug 2010 16:34:19 +0000

Nick Keppol

I admit our misunderstanding was striking. In one fell swoop I went from aroused to feeling your feisty. I was chillin’ on the couch… laying half-naked, I’ll have you know. So when you asked, “what are you doing,” I could barely open my mouth. When stiffled chuckles spouted out. I sat there thinking, for a moment or two before answering. I worried that my current predicament would be tempted with sultry words coming fromlips. But somewhere along the way I took a wrong turn. We were back at Jump Street. It was so absurd. I said the wrong thing and your head was spinning. Then I lost you by wrongly assuming. Thinking you had been paying close attention to me. I thought I could feel you reminiscing, but no. You couldn’t see how the things we dreamed before we wound up in that space, well; those things were for us. For you and me, bae. No foreign bodies could relate anyway. I told you; if only you could see me then you’d be laughing too. I was two levels of exposed. And like some magical fairy or tale you were there in my ear.

*silent yell*

Couldn’t you tell? I talked tough to cover up my exposed outer shell. I was all the way uncovered but hell I wound up on your dark side anyway. Although my thoughtless inaction landed me right… smack… dab… in the midst of wanting you with such a fiery passion. And regarding our energy. Dark or light, just consider this. Why would my uncomfortable circumstance discourage me from showing you how strongly I was attracted? It wouldn’t, yet you no longer believed in our dreams. And that only made one of us, fortunately. I am the consummate lover in the truest sense of the verb. My emotions go hard. I don’t take any prisoners. I don’t need any hating on my attempts at mating either, but that’s beside the point of these unspoken words. No other can try to explain my situation as if their minds are situated in my personal space.

[Post Haste] … [No Wait]

I clawed at the seams trying to scratch my way out of the uncertainty surrounding our conversation. When finally, you stopped following me, and I knew you couldn’t feel my mind power any longer.

[Insert Ego Chip]

‘Cause I was naked and exposed, but I’m no coward, you know. I’m gonna say what’s on my mind because I still can feel your soul. My only wish for you is to continue being as strong as you are beautiful. Meanwhile I’ll just sit back and watch Mercury to do it’s thing as its retrograde leaves me changed.

A Fleeting Encounter

Knowledge — Sat, 03 Jul 2010 18:08:29 +0000

Hear me out for a minute; I wasn’t just thinking about me

I was thinking of my heartbreak and recent insecurity

I was thinking, damn, despite this, I’m feeling you immensely

Knowing I had baggage and honestly not wanting you to see

I didn’t want to share everything, embarrassed by my feelings

Wanting so badly to move on, but emotions held me back explicitly

It wasn’t what you were expecting

But instead what I gave freely

Nothing was forced

Never has been with you

Feelings of love can be shared between one, even two

It’s just the way of my nature, though it doesn’t halt the pursuit

We went on shopping sprees, inspired my new converse shoes

I allowed you to choose and that’s not something I usually do

It’s not about making anyone jealous

It’s overcoming old feelings and welcoming new ones

And girl I know you are honest

To the point of thinking you know every damn thing

Even when you are wrong

No matter how hard I tried to make you see

Couldn’t make you feel what was torturing me

For one

Your ingenuity was instantly attractive to me

Still is, to this day

I’ve always admired your golden girl, G

But whatever

You make it seem as if I was all about self

When we first started

Remember

Your own baggage was still stored on the shelf

Your rocky past was in the open; I witnessed it personally

Made a trip to that safe place with you

Showed I cared for your safety

You even commented on my poetry

Said she must have been special to me

Remember all those things you said

“Knowledge, I could love you so easily.”

I wasn’t craving attention or affection

They are outpourings I receive naturally

Trying to make her jealous of our connection?

Thinking you know how I felt… Hardly

I cared about what you thought of me

I wasn’t sure what you wanted in the beginning

So at first sight I resisted urges that were powerful and sexy

If you only knew the passion you concocted within my person that night

Although we persisted in due time

I remember those special places hiding delicately inside of you

The ones I tried to spare myself from getting further into

Don’t act clueless as to your own power

You know your seduction comes natural

When we met it was magnetic

No other words can quite explain the motions your curves were taking my body through

I never wanted any less for you

But it would’ve been nice to see your sappy side

And if everything wasn’t so bogged down in pride

‘Cause my emotions are unconditional

And that goes for my instant like of you

I know my feelings were mutual

But you weren’t completely honest either

While deciphering your poem’s hidden message

Your words poured the elixir of your ether

Yet our connection was undefined

Did that tell you anything sweetie?

How was I selfish when you were the one telling me

You didn’t care about any other women liking me

And maybe

I shouldn’t have assumed I was right

About anything

That you would ignore their affections for long

Instead you completely push me away

I guess we never had a proper chance anyway

Just know what I have told you as often as I can

I should have handled some things differently

This; I freely admit

Real Talk Pt. II

Knowledge — Thu, 31 Dec 2009 20:30:46 +0000

See you still ain’t scratched that selfish itch

See you still ain’t stopped me from being a hopeless romantic

Ticked off cause my love gave you a number

I kept you idle for hours while away messages soothed your wonder

Told you I was no good for you

Yet you refused to let go

Figured those words would cause allergic reactions to take hold

But no,

It felt good to make excuses when moments of clarity would run deep

Although you still ain’t stopped ’em all from believing in me

And believe you me my lies cost me plenty

But in the end you hate me because you love me

Matters that complicate heartbreaks when aching

Your heart tries as it might to compromise

But drowning your love in another will never suffice

It’s like trying to turn a hoe into a housewife

Way too much of you was into me

When you knew first hand of my deceit

We goaded each other heavily

Combined earthly with heavenly

And while in forbidden states you exposed my love

And what you felt abandoned by you turned your back on

Every expression ever uttered between us

If only you would abandon that bad attitude love

All I wanted was to have a friend in you

And let’s be real about the fact that you wanted it too

You, so prolific at perfectly placed sentences

It was easier when we both felt the pain hidden within

When creative juices flowed freely through callused membranes

Creating sensations in the extremeties of my heart’s maze

Where cuts bruises and burns are always able to heal

‘Cause dead emotions only give zombie-like love until they kill

Baby girl, you are now officially official

Your heart’s sign is sealed

You’ve been officially issued

So when I say “you can’t continue to pretend perfection,

Toiling with studs emotions,

Thinking they won’t express them,

Just know this,

We’re imperfect and hearts often fill with emotion

At the moral of life’s stories - and it’s a fairly safe notion

When intent’s to take away the pain of an ex-mystery

Like Shakespeare citing sonnets of an impending defeat

My apologies were received

Now I leave you with finis

’cause don’t nothin’ sound less forgiving

Than rehashing painful memories

Cake

Knowledge — Sat, 26 Dec 2009 02:05:21 +0000

She doesn’t say it aloud
Too concerned with portraying a fallen angel now
Until I bare my soul in rare moments of abundance
And convince her my poetry is more than dropping nouns
And see how she talks of her past loves
And the strength she’s gained from moving on
Soul well oiled and aged like leather scrolls
Believes she inherited her daddy’s heart of gold
Yet her love tempo always been on another pitch
Identical attraction to mine she’ll never admit
Similar are the frequencies
Frequenting our souls architects

But she said her father always knew best
That’s why his babydoll stayed filled with questions
To bring out answers she’d rotate head toward clouds
Until he’d beckon her home again and she’d come back down

We’d lay panting
Winding down to catch breaths
Just enough to adjust before finding actions again
I’d sense a rustling under the covers where we’d create night
Where chests heaved
Nestled closely
Paralized by lovers high
Hypnotized
Watching the motion of bosoms rising mid fall
When you know all there is to know about a woman
You feel at home with all her flaws
When she’s exposed bare and raw
Vulnerabilities find confidence
In between the fractures

Although she never liked dancing
She used to hold up more than just the walls at dances
Perhaps a halo and wings held her up instead

Old memories overstay their cold unwelcome
Needy for attention and mirrors to catch the fake reflections
Calling me handsome just to get paid for rent
The way her hand suddenly appears
Sliding fingers through head
Making me yield to her demands in all the right places
I crack with hope that she’ll read between my incantations
Stop forsaking faith
On what’s never been forsaken
Just to let the new piece get a piece
Of the cake that I been baking

Loves Consolation

Knowledge — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 22:30:44 +0000

With eyes half-wide and lucid
ulterior motives entice
mind won’t shut up
with wry smile and vacillating lips
a cock-eyed counterclockwise disguise persists
despite fiercely contested dismissive attempts
I sway
dark in the shadow of my density
a spot on moonlit night
ripples wave intensely
eyes pierce through like fright
dark against white, basking in onyx
and soon the tide carries
swaying in and out of shadows
calculating times disintegration
disposing conscious thought
freeing anarchy from its haven
our souls dived first sought
minds opened further wide
like life reversed in stride
skin trembling the more I inch
closer still to quivering flesh
alas come hurried gasps
under lying the pantyless
it’s easy to fill inside
with such sweet surrender
swaying and bending her
in some frenzied dance
amidst lips mashed
sucking and thrusting
tongue plunged deep
culminating in cries
mounted we creep
without regard
we cohabit inward
transcending trembling thighs
burying lies in bed sheets
jostling as I go deep
through unsullied extremities
pussy in such disarray
reticently pulsing directly beneath
admitting defeat ’cause it’s difficult
to contain a shuddering climax
afore intrepid consequences be faced
when lovers discover
heart and minds left a gape
no longer broadened horizons
pointing onward with clarity adorned
all starry eyed from forsaking known galaxies
’cause seduction ain’t sweet no more
consolations meaning less
’cause hurt really don’t console
it floats on empty words
lacking a significance purposeful
as if one didn’t already know
I had you at “I’ll give you the feeling of longing for more.”

Sometimes The World Sucks

Knowledge — Thu, 24 Sep 2009 21:45:26 +0000

i.
It’s not always obvious, but it’s often staring you in the face.
It’s a feeling, a sickness; an evil called hate.
News and media are filled with it, although most can’t even relate.
Writers and poets are all too aware and through their words retaliate.
Hate means “intense dislike, to feel antipathy or an aversion towards.”
Not concerned with the good in others just the judging that often occurs.
Innocents killed, in pursuit of truth, when all along they were waging war.
Pride and arrogance allows its stay, while leaders worship the dollar more.
Governments are just as guilty as the religious politicians they protect.
Illegal wars, being fought in waves, declared by a twice-marred president.
The terrorists they seek wreak havoc on people in pursuit of power and control.
Hence the killing of civilian’s — place terrorists’ lives above the law.

ii.
If good begets good - evil begets evil.
Two wrongs don’t make a right, yet both create states of upheaval.
Morality falters as we witness hunger, poverty and a world at war.
Children forced to take up arms, then returned to a home that’s been war-torn.
For those in power, education is not as important as winning the next election.
The importance is placed on bling blinging instead of on sexual protection.
The world is restless to its core, the consequences of an uneasy dichotomy.
The current state of the world at large is a reminder that we need our autonomy.
The knowledge that power corrupts the best of us is proof enough of our own fallacy.
The SEC and Federal Reserve won’t stop considering the dollar bill almighty.
And the disconnect between Wall Street and those fueling the economy is deceiving.
Ah, but for now it seems that the powers that be will get paid to postpone the Revolution indefenitely.

Deciphering A Purpose

360 Degrees of Us

Knowledge — Sat, 18 Apr 2009 03:04:32 +0000

Countless times she told me she loved me
I told her in due time she’d show me she loved me
And then there was this, our souls mating in destiny
For she insisted our past lives were destined to be
She claimed we had been together all throughout history
In one life I broke her heart and in another I saved her
I dug us
I was our savior
“Besos Papi” she’d whisper in my ear
She practiced the art of love
And had me forgetting my fears
Always happy to release
And had dance flowing in her bloodstream
From practice routines to step stoned memories
And damn I never got the chance to hear her sing
Though set in my ways she had thoughts of protesting
My previous broken hearts and a silliness that thrilled me
Love the way she’d beckon me with cooking and laundry
We just fit
There were times when I’d start to message her
And instead receive her text message to me
I didn’t need weed
She kept me buzzed for weeks
While I listened to Nas
She played her favorite Donnie
I was a academic hustler
And she, a dancing beauty
It moved me
We’d sit in her crib and chill
Her essence just blew me
She claimed that she
Would
Love
Me
Unconditionally
But I was too busy kissing another with my addictive tongue
I was her karma from former past deeds she’d done
But my kisses would always end
On her lips where she’d whisper
“I love you” she’d say
And I thought she’d always remember
Once a great sparkling collaboration
I was her rough diamond
And she
My constant fixation
I was her earthly comfort
And she my angel in heaven
Next lifetime I’ll make amends
A full circle in seven

Premier Feature

Knowledge — Tue, 31 Mar 2009 02:24:24 +0000

by kirkh1

The weekend show was our very own special
Words tossed like pizzas leaving emotions disheaveled
Torn in pieces, ragged remnants remain distorted bevels
Mirror images of self descruct; my relationship’s in trouble
My point of view is this, piece of mind remains remiss
Strategically recorded her when she matter-of-factly called it quits
Hard feelings ’cause stones tossed in glass houses no picket fence
My girl’s eyes staring at me like she can’t believe this shit
As I extract revenge through teeth clenched while balls of fury curl my fists
Fueled by language so venomous emitting poison from many lips
That’s when I knew for sure, damn, she’s really meaning it
So long farewell she’ll be the one I feign and miss
Realizing in the end that my pride distinguishes
Choices afforded me the opportunity toward redemption without regret
The way I carry you will prove the changes made in my life are true
Let the past live in the past, open your mind, seek fortitude
New spirits tried true and true, negativity we can undo
The attributes we seek together encompass all of me and you

360 Degrees of Us