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may 8, 2006 6:29 p.m.
A MUCH NEEDED RANT... READ IF YA WANNA!
To the moron at the stop light at Main & 16th who had slowed to the red light, looked one way for oncoming traffic, but not the other for pedestrians crossing on a green light and, as a result, started to pull into me while I was crossing the street - next time someone taps the hood of your car to let you know that they are there and that you're about to run 'em over, don't say shit like "Don't hit my car, asshole! Next time I'll see ya, I'm gonna run you over!".
Just be glad that ya didn't hit a person this time around, that your precious car was unharmed, ya didn't wind up with a severe ICBC increase, a dead or injured person on your (apparently non-existant) conscience, or with someone who may be carrying a gun/knife/fists that they wouldn't hesitate to use on your sorry ass! It's just stupid and cowardly on your part, and no matter how vigilant a good pedestrian is when crossing the road, we can't anticipate jackass move like yours. Don't be in such a rush (it'll take you the same 3 seconds to look in the other direction before pulling out) and remember that you ain't the only one on the street, moron!
Here's what, in an ideal (and vengeful) world I'd love to see - I'd challenge any driver pulling this kind of shit to park their big-assed, many tonned, protective shield around them, get out, and bring it on face-to-face with me (or someone twice my size!)and see how quickly the playing field is levelled! LOL!
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may 8, 2006 6:34 p.m.
As tradition stands, I perform this piece every Sunday night at the beginning of my spoken word/music fusion weekly open mic series, THUNDERING WORD HEARD to get the audience goin' and to invoke those poets and musicians who paved the way for where we are today.
To watch me performing this for CBC Television's zeDTV, click this link INVOCATION on CBC TV .
INVOCATION
We need
PASSION
to put words into context
to formulate a pretext worthy
of our cut-and -paste verbal
aching to be heard
thunderclap blurred
quake-shake that thundering word herd
to
play those changes
that rearrange us
rain down rhythmic rhyme-time
jazz-jazz-jazzy clime
axe teases
in the licks chaotic
brrrrap-bap-bap-0-matic
PASSION
bring on the axiomatic
round sound midnight drumroll fury-
ocity
velocity
squeeze beat angel wings
'til they sing sweet
drink the bebop sax
the wing drip wax
of them that flew too close to the sun
fillin' holy souls and tongues
with the ever changin'
always in the now
manic minds eye milkmaid
leading the tongue tied
to the teat that paid the fare
with their jailtime press
and their pain was not in vain
they were paving the wagon train ruts with gluts
of tarry thick ideas
fresh with bloodsweat extract
doin' that literal literary lowstick limbo
into the next generation
of word play sensation-
alists
like us
thinkin' 'bout
what to say
and how to say it
that beat in rhyme
and time to play it
We need
PASSION
to bask in extremes
to set our wet absurdist dreams
in flight
through tarpaper night satellite kite crowded skies
where our white noise pen toys
spin spiderweb thin
sinewy monkey limbs
limberly groping at new poetical chins
our fingers licks spittle
thick with ripe hype glory
pricks the juice-blown words
tasting flying syllables
invisible chords tying them
to howling celestial forms
storm voices that are
politic / lunatic / heretic
our kinetic kites collide
in starry night skies
with leaky loud electric pens
our ecclectic process begins
where it never left off
sound richness
rhythmic hitches
content stitches
together
pop-pop-poppinn' a hole
in the whole of time
art serving purpose
continues expansion
in the Universe of Rhyme
We need
PASSION
to invoke the everyday
everyman
tin pan alley trashcan huckster scam
slam sing-song banter
that is simple
sinful
with those blam blam blam gunshot phrases
that glazed ham
canned heat
edge of your seat
repartee
because we learned from those who told it
who origami folded visions
in deserts dry
selling passers by
wordy purple fishes
from their oceans of sand
We've got to
EXPAND
on this vocabulary
form a mental constabulary
arresting ignorance at hand
because knowledge
IS
power
the sting bee in the flower
that pollinates and seeds
with concepts overgrowing
the weeds of conformity
building bridges of wisdom
over the dull beige schism
torn by sitcom mentally
and wisdom culminates awaiting cultivation
by our visual cortex
spiritual vortex whirling
helix twirling out
the answers to our prayers
and the spoken word blares
from invocation
to creation
occurring within
the process
of lookin' for words to say.
AND SOME DAYS THEY SPLIT ATOMS
AND SOME DAYS THEY KICK STONES
today they find our voice.
Copyright-2001
~T.Paul Ste. Marie
See ya round,
T.Paul
a.k.a.
SwankHipster
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