0R4L 4RC 0F VN1V3RS3...

oral arc of universe 
follows the trickster's forked tongue, 
full of cunning linguistics 

N4V1G4T10N THR0VGH D4RK C4V3S...

navigation through dark caves 
of civilized creation 
is piece of the seeker’s path 

P0L1SH3D BY MY D4RK3ST N1GHTS...

polished by my darkest nights 
of the soul, so that I shine 
with a full dirtgod’s brilliance 

TH0S3 WH0 KN0W N0T TH3 D4RKN3SS...

those who know not the darkness 
don’t seem to appreciate 
other people’s hard-fought shine 

PVLL1NG BR1GHTN3SS FR0M TH3 D4RK...

pulling brightness from the dark, 
beautifying the mundane, 
making marks for other monks 

SC4TT3R1NG 4 N4TVR4L...

scattering a natural 
born rainbow wherever the 
fuck I can in this dark world 

TH3 3NV3L0P1NG D4RKN3SS...

 

the enveloping darkness

is not the entire picture;

fear's developed by design

R41NB0WS B0RN FR0M TH3 D4RKN3SS...

rainbows born from the darkness -

small fractals of light which get

expanded into wide spectrum

S0 4FR41D 0F 0VR 1NN3R...

so afraid of our inner

darkness because we never

sit with it, adjust ourselves

W1TH0VT D4RKN3SS, TH3 N30N...

without darkness, the neon

wouldn't draw us in like moths,

attracted to strange escapes

S0VTH3RN G0TH1C S1TT1NG R00M...

southern gothic sitting room

window bottle collection -

proud rainbow reflecting sun

P3R1M3T3R S3CVR3D BY...

perimeter secured by

mostly unnecessary

light pollution, city's edge

SONG OF THE DAY: Dimples

I got them natural born dimples which as a kid was obvious. My youngest daughter has the same. Around 8, I got the chip tooth up front to complement the dimples, nice one-two as a youth, but hadn’t really grown into myself. Now as grown ass man (word to Jhi-Ali), I got the blackberry bush beard to round out the facial combo, and usually I can tell how charged my spirit is by how hard my lime green/blaze orange aura is laser beaming out the dimples. Used to be I had to look in the mirror to see it, practice smiling, always feeling lost in the darkness. I was born in a tunnel of darkness, no big deal, plenty folks born even further back in the tunnel, so I was blessed to see a little light off in the distance. The darkness gets hard to tolerate, your eyes adjust and you learn to see shapes and make things out while completely immersed in the darkness. You also might tend to self-destruction or self-medication in the darkness, which I did both, ain’t no shame in it. I don’t now, for the most part, and the light is still off in the distance. I’ve gotten to an age where I know the limitations of my existence, and realize most likely I’m not gonna get out the tunnel in my lifetime. So many of us get buried so deep in these tunnels of darkness, and self-help folks will tell you “change your outlook and you’ll be free!” Well, yeah changing your outlook will help you deal with your situation much better and in healthier ways, but let’s be real here – we not all gonna be free in current system where so many people stuffed into tunnels from birth or just born deep in them because whole sections of society been forced downward for generations. But I feel pretty good in knowing that my kids were born closer to the tunnel’s exit than me. And if I keep my shit straight enough, we get further out. Maybe they find they exit one day. Maybe they have setbacks and go further into the tunnel than where we are, though I hope we’re equipping them with the necessary philosophies and skill sets to not do that. But life is life.

Anyways, all this is to say I can feel the charge now where I don’t need to look in the mirror, dimple lasers beaming hard, the world around me reverberates with reflective vibrations, and shit’s good. I mean, it’s still dark as fuck, and I’m mostly lost, but I feel good. And even though I’m still in that tunnel, knowing I might not likely ever escape it in my lifetime, it’s okay, I got these lime green blaze orange aura laser beam dimples beaming a little extra light today, and I’m finding my motherfuckin’ way.

D4RKN3SS'S PR0M1S3 D3N13D...

darkness's promise denied

by fearful human light grid

making mockery of night

R41NB0W CH3M1STR13S S33N 4S...

rainbow chemistries seen as

manufactured crap burns in

backyard cleansing ritual

forests conceal rainbow veins

but motherfuckers too scared

of the dark, never see it

45s on 33 – #85: “La Capsula”

Fast forward a few hours, which is an ironic term to use because where we ended up is in pit of solitary mountain where apparently concepts of time have gotten blurred, or connect as universal infrastructure I’m too simple of an organic creature to comprehend. We always quantify our lives in time, celebrating the annual marking of our birth, even though calendars remain arbitrary to a large extent. We recognize our limited time existing, and lament wasted years as we grow older and slower and achier and less likely to be full of fool blood ready to stab the earth with virility.

But Rey-Rey and me was in the middle of these tunnels. “This is where I came from,” Rey-Rey said, pointing down one tunnel which he claimed led back to his real world. “But up this one that’s over here down this tunnel about fifty yards or so, to the right is the tunnel that goes to my future me which actually is your future you too. So if we got the same future us, we must be the same, kind of.”

I don’t know, I’m far too proud of my individuality, as any righteous capitalized American should be, to easily accept that some other dude, albeit a pretty chill guy like Rey-Rey, is equal to me, not just like in equality scale but literally we’re equal, the same shit, just splintered off somehow in some space-time bullshit I don’t understand. I wasn’t high like Rey-Rey, so I was on that scientific tip, being belligerent and wanting some logical explanation for all this.

“I don’t know, Raven. We can’t explain everything in this world, ya know? I mean, I kind of freaked out too at first, but you know how when we was kids they did those time capsule things to bury and somebody else digs out in twenty years?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, maybe all that time just gets mixed together and that was like ants carrying sugar into a hole.” Rey-Rey, when he was really high, like he was, didn’t make the best sense, but in sunlight (or orb light) I could at least gauge his facial expressions to see what he was trying to say as he said it. He also could use my own facial reactions to reel himself back towards shared reality and not get too over-indulged in individual realities. But we were in a dark tunnel only lit close to our bodies by the dollar store glow sticks we used as light torches. Rey-Rey glowed a dull bright green in the tunnels while I was lit by purple (because purple forever).

“What the fuck does a time capsule got to do with these tunnels?” I stammered at Rey-Rey, louder than we’d been up to this point. A loud rustling happened up ahead down the tunnel in the direction of the future us turn Rey-Rey was taking us. Not really a dangerous rustle but a mass of movement, and we heard some hushed talking, deep voices but trying to be quiet.

Rey-Rey, high as fuck but clutch, took the lead. “Who’s up there?” he yelled. No answer but some shuffling. The sounds didn’t get closer though, so we stood our ground. “Who’s there, damn it?” Rey-Rey again asked.

“Railroad time? That you, railroad time?” a thick country voice hollered. Me and Rey-Rey looked at each other, no clue what that meant.

“Who are you?” Rey-Rey shouted down the dark sideways hole into parts unknown, realms unbelieved by me to exist yet, but there we were, at the door of some shit.

“Where’s railroad time?” the voice hollered. “You ain’t railroad time. Where he at?”

I looked at Rey-Rey’s face glowing green in the dark. There was no way to stifle our glow sticks unless we tossed them away, which neither of us seemed to eager to jump into doing, so we just stood there looking at each stupidly in shared green and purple chemical luminescence.

freestyle sonnet #048: SHAKESPEARE IS DEAD ALL HAIL RAVEN MACK

RAVEN MACK NEW KING OF THE SONNETS - FUCK SHAKESPEARE,
HE HAS BEEN PLAYED OUT LIKE ZODIAC SIGNS ON OLD
DIRT FOREVER! FREE VERSE IS WEAKNESS - AROUND HERE
THOUGH, THAT'S ALL YOU GET, CONSIDERED EPIC AND BOLD

TO PERFORM MASTURBATORY (NON-GENDER) ACTS
OF SPACE BAR ENTER BUTTON OVERUSE FINE ART
RUSE - BIG POETRY'S ACADEMIC TENURE TRACKS
(WHICH DON'T REALLY EXIST NO MORE)! FACTS: MY GREEN HEART

HAS FORM, FOLLOWS 12 SYLLABLE SEQUENCE SUPREME,
DERIVED FROM COUNTLESS YEARS FREESTYLING WITH MY CROWS
COMPOSING DIRTGOD FLOWS  UNRECOGNIZED BY C.R.E.A.M. -
CLASSIST RULERS EDUCATE ALL MINDS! DIRTGOD GROWS

ANCIENT MILDEW PRO-BIOTIC MAGNETIC MASS
OF FREESTYLE FORM POETICS SEEN AS SECOND CLASS!

resurfacing from under

earth for first time in five years;

a cameraman awaits

mysterious moonshine blurs

enlighten my unconscious

aura, which had gotten dull