"Laze Thoughts At The Playground" Fri Mar-02-07 04:17 PM by scholar
black cats running out my back porch door backpacks hitting on the busy bus floor i'm there like quasimoto must be, leaning in on seats thats dusty with flows on the mind loving hip hop like i did when i was nine and didn't know it yellow hexagon lotus visions i'm sending hocus pocus like i was stoned when i wrote this... slowing it down dew on an apple that is the sink water creek refreshing natural technologies in my kitchen oasis so bright like the records from my new used collection young gleaming eyes passed through so many dusty vines ill like the pink moon i keep spinning stupid fresh beatnik poets grinning around me but its the future they're corner emcees, and I'm still on the bus its all connected
1. "Laaze. Daaaaze.. Driiift... Riiiffff... Spl.." In response to Reply # 0
This is a great read, although, it does tend to sound like you're taking magic mushrooms or some other mind altering substance and to that, one must object, surely.
I like the flow on the first 3 lines.. before all concentration disappeared into some yellow hexagon lotus (just kidding..) but hello. what is connected to what here.. those first parts.. work with that.
"black cats running out my back porch door backpacks hitting on the busy bus floor"
that's the best bit..
"i'm there like quasimoto must be, leaning in on seats thats dusty with flows on the mind loving hip hop like i did when i was nine and didn't know it yellow hexagon lotus visions i'm sending hocus pocus"
and... then I got to envision all those swirls and flowers and have an LSD flashback. pheeeew. strange phenomena today.
2. "Its All Connected ..." In response to Reply # 0
You got ^that^ right! --
Nice connection on your flow! -- *kudos*
I may return to play on your playground -- But later ...
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥
3. "RE: Laze Thoughts At The Playground" In response to Reply # 0
why does it always have to be about I i ran down the block i fuck this gurl i bought a corvet i i i i try other words as fillers just my thought but fuck i'm nobody
real artist travel beyond themselves and veture in others mind finding the switch and turning on the nuclear bomb boom it just exp-loaded
4. "RE: Laze Thoughts At The Playground" In response to Reply # 3
so true man, i even note that as i'm writing, my self centeredness, trying to widen it here...
do you know the blowing wind? beginning with a question the buzzing wind shouts messages to the ear the ear reddens, blushing thinking, 'who me?' a misunderstanding worth a dylanesque laugh hunting flowers in the aftermath of a sunshine the power of a nother time be it a moment between or one in the seams of the shrine
or, less consciously...
so beautiful just writing words is a breathing in and out of life words come uncensored and undone into pure unadulterated momentaryness a simple moment like the breeze hitting the sheets drying in the front lawns of your hometown familiarity bustling down your fingers like lace like beads of sweat between us outside there is snow