Hussars

we move in haste
we leave behind waste

hussars are we, are we, are we
hussars are we, are we

serbian
ottoman
hungarian
lithuanian

hussars are we, are we

we are hussars
we are hussars
hussars are we, are we, are we
hussars are we, are we

russian
bavarian
canadian and dutch,
danish & german
swedish & such

hussars are we, are we, are we
hussars are we, are we

french, romanian
argentinian, chilean,
peruvian, austrian
belgian & british
it all makes me
a little bit skittish

hussars are we, are we, are we
hussars are we, are we

we drink  we swear
we pillage we loot
we mar we kill
we rape we troop

we are hussars

hussars are we, are we, are we
hussars are we, are we?

Love

Oh you the bomb

Yes, you the shit

Oh you the answer

Yes you that fit

Sho nuff, enough

Too much, and stuff

I dig.

Indeed, I dig.

Spittin' at the wind-the next day..

i be quick.
so quick!
stop tryna be me.
i be fast.
so fast!
you cain't even see me...
i go quick.
so quick.
blurred image mostly.
i be fast.
so fast.
i move ghostly.
pshht.
stop.

i grow up.
so up.
latitudinal trajectory.
i grow deep.
so down
don't try to keep me
i go far
way far
impossible to reach me
i grow steep
straight steep

you cain't even fade me.
pshht.
please.

constantly, i be;
lackin' woe.
without fail,
winds they blow.
me get caught.
i think not.

pshht.
stop.
please.

i be quick.
so quick!
i be fast.

so fast!
i be fast!
so fast.

i go quick!
so quick.

take notes
i don't care
straight boast
tears don't shed.

you see i'm free, now,
and you can not take that away from me
i said i'm free now
and nobody can take that away
i stand here free now
and you can not't take my freedom away from me

i be quick
i be fast
i be runnin'
and carryin' on
just my brain and me
spittin' at the wind

universal

universal

it's bigger than me.
it's bigger than you.
it's bigger than us.
it's all about us.
it's not about us.
well what about us?
the earth
the sky
we breathe
we cry
why can't we try
it's bigger than me.
it's bigger than you.
it's bigger than us.
it's all about us.
it's not about us.
well what about us?
 the mountains
the rivers
the lakes
we take
the gift
of life
it's bigger than me.
it's bigger than you.
it's bigger than us.
it's all about us.
it's not about us.
well what about us?
the sun
the moon
the stars
the scars
it's bigger than me.
it's bigger than you.
it's bigger than us.
it's all about us.
it's not about us.
well what about us?

Jive Talk High Road

tackled attackled?
lied defied defiled
sublime time.
design, define.
just, must, always.
heydays, oldendays.
flyaways and always

..................anyways,
any way
she goes,
always she goes,
sometimes she goes,
hopefully she goes,
maybe she goes,
i wonder if she goes,
the grey fray way?

say sister, where you been?
friend of mine?
of mankind?
end of time?
human race?
blankety face?
sour taste?
eternal waste?
yeah, how you been. old friend?

now some say she looks just like her father.
now some say she looks just like her ma.
now some say she looks just like another.
and some say she looks like none.

meanwhile, porch riding, stoop sifting
highbrowing, lowprofiling, deep digging,
kid of a gal of a gun.  work it girl.
road carver, artful dodger.
wee child of the sun.

collective thought

group think?
yeah,
i gotsa problem wit dat.
group think?
yeah,
i gotsa problem wit dat.
group think
yeah
I gotsa problem wit dat.
yeah....
(audible exhale)
group think...
hells yeah....!
(emotion fueled, after thought, realized)
i gotsa problem wit dat.
i definitely gotsa problem wit dat.
what aboutchu? 

Life Amongst The Trees

swaying, not slightly
rapping, not gently
moving, not hardly
brushing, weaving, circling.
consistently creating an airful revival
for the heirs of women, the givers and livers of life.
And, this too, life, is for the takers.
strife life.  love life. 
watch the strivers inhale, dive.
bounce.
brick.
break. 
Deep, them folks that love 2 deeply.
Deeply too.
those them people that give their all.
them, there, the breathers...
takin' life from the soil
to the core,
grabbin' more
dey be sore
filling themselves up with the trees
so sweet & tender

strife ridden air.
life.

George

on loose leaf paper, i interpreted my feelings,
of love for you,
subsequently coining a term
for how you make me feel.
when i am with you, it's all good.

i concocted a primordial fragrance
with top notes of saucy speech and loquacious, bright eyes.
thick, yet porous and malleable, it permeates..
i wear it whenever you come around.
our banter is sweeter than flowers dew.

having prepared a significant meal for you
with whole parts of love, faith, and trust.
i generously distributed the sum
of my hearts warmth throughout the folds.
when we touch, it's as if the worlds hunger ceases to exist.

i designed a brilliant armor for you to wear
as you exist amongst the scrutiny of ignorant men,
judging women, and scornful naysayers. your garb
is steeped in wisdom, courage and patience.
when you encounter darkness you radiate light.
 
the wealth of our love surpasses all things tangible and grows tall and green toward brighter tomorrows.  i am fully vested and completely yours.

Coloured

colour me red
that would be such a treat
cause i could climb up an apple tree
and hang from my feet

colour me yellow
on a very fine day
i could visit the sun
and dance with a ray

to be coloured blue
would bring about such a high
as i ride atop a kite
and make love to the sky

how grand would life be
coloured a lovely shade of green
like a veggie or leaf
or a succulent bean

and what about orange
a hue fun to match
i'd hope to be picked
from a crowded pumpkin patch

now indigo's a color that i fancy the most
on pretty purple pansies and boysenberry toast

alas i must settle to be the color that i am
a maroon-ish, honey brown
with a hint of cinnamon

yes,  the colour of chocolate, rich soil from the earth
peanut butter and tree bark
the skin of my birth.

The Production Line of Judgement

green birds glide beside elephants
hats become artful dodgers 
nice boys are named Kaseem or George
and menageries are cruel

the ego of man is larger than that building over yonder
yet it cracks like an egg under minimal pressure
real women are scarce unless they're gay or crazy
and children are under appreciated and misunderstood

babies cry for tits and love
as common folk shout out in the distance
talk to your nanny, cause your momma don't care
she has other things to tend to, like her nails and her hair
martini anyone?

the silkiest scarves with the prettiest prints denote
monied ladies with crow feet, wrinkly mouths and tight white knuckles
feasting on finely chopped duck liver and female fish eggs
yum? yuck. in fact, ewww. what the fuck!

the highest floor penthouses offer the grandest melees
the basement level tenements offer the greenest haze
and the suburbs offer paleontologists closets chock full of bones

ranges, benzes, cadillacs, lexuses, audis, bmw's, toyota's and accords
all run on cold hard cash, but it's the tractors and the 18 wheelers that make the world go round.
farmers move the dirt that clogs the mind, making way for regeneration

what comes next is anyone's guess

Gay People Are Amongst Us.

Gay people are amongst us.
Frolicking
Dancing
Singing
Shouting
Laughing
Loving
Arguing
Judging
Living
Gay people are amongst us.
Being
Doing
Wanting
Knowing
Fearing
Trying
Hating
Seeing
Dying
Gay people are amongst us.
They are brave. 
They are wise.
They are trusting.
They are open.
They are closed.
They are good.
They are bad.
They are you.
They are me.
Gay people are amongst us.
They are fine haired infants.
They are grown in the sun.
They sprout tall and strong from fluffy cloud rain.
They sway in the breeze and feast on nectarines.
They are amongst us.
Have you heard!??
Gay people are amongst us.

Saki & Shakuhachi

There have been good days 

spent on the couch

blanket wrapped tight,

clam like, 

listening to shakuhachi,

nursing a bit o' saki,

it goes so smoothly down...

it goes so smoothly down...

Truly Free

Today is warmer than yesterday.
'Twill not be like that of the next day, but,
soon will come the one day,that I will feel truly free.

Mere Words

No sooner

than the winds hastened,

did my lovers lips

began to quiver.

the moons sullen glow

ignited the rueful night

and desire found rest

along side my

gem laden shores.

Life, without interruptions

On a noble mission, in the blue moons shadow, they made their way, in the dark, along a bumpy path.   They brought scissors, glue, plenty of #2 pencils and a bat.  Down, down, down...in haste, mostly,  aware sometimes and occasionally racked with concern.

Cut, swat, creep, run.  The wisest among them had shiny black hair adorned with laurel.
Skip, hop, shuffle, trot.  Naturally it wouldn't be long before golden epaulettes graced his shoulders.  Stagger, sidewind, swagger, coast.  He had "that" way about him.  Breeze, baby, breeze.

Wee, she, with the bright brown eyes and ringlets of auburn hair, redefined innocence and personified fearlessness.  A natural, natural; she was over confident and equipped with wings.  Flit, flicker, skim fly.

For no good reason at all and for every good reason that one can find in between, the matriarch acclimated.  And when at all possible, the favor and grand service of being present and conscious was also a gift she'd impart.  For these people, she would go to the end of the earth.  Fly, float, soar, rise.

 And then there was the sire, the compassionate provider.  He was the one to love.  His eyes made music and his heart made them one.   The one were all for him.  Jump, gallop, run, walk.

It is here that there journey begins.

One, two, three, four.  The future and the past. The present of the presence of the four was a gift in and of itself.  Together they descended into life. Cool, foamy life.   Life that was loud and clear, cool with expectations. Can we dip our feet in they wondered. Of course, answered the world.

Life; it never felt so good.  Together they swam, wrestled and tumbled over life until eventually they were up to our ankles. Calves, shins, knees, thighs...soaked...breasts backs, cheeks, submerged.

Absolutely submerged in life.  Dipped.  Wetness never felt so good.   Being drenched in life was like love.  Making love to love.  Lovely.  Just perfect.  All that is right.

Life without interruptions.

Life with countless interruptions. 

Pure, unadulterated, perfectly immaculate, divinely unreal and sacredly religious; life.

5 Paraprodokians

 My attempts at Paraprodokians:

Working hard on my waist line, one doughnut at a time.
I trust you, to do the wrong thing.
My home baked goods are best store bought.
I swim like a fish, on a hot grill.
Alluring rain, makes me want to run for cover.

Bon

frolicking kids

concord grapes

sun

apron dresses

music

silk slippers

peace

dark chocolate

sailing

linen

good red wine

Note to self

You dreamt one night during the last week of July that you were watching the telly.  This, in and of itself, is not unusual. However, it just so happens that Mary J Blige and Mariah Carey sat on either side of you. Talk about pomp and circumstance, you woke up feeling utterly fantastic and self important.  In my head I've been a star.  Looks like I'm one in my dreams as well.

In the moment

what's the news.

when you lose.

pay yo dues...

git dem foo's.

when you lose.

that's the news.

hear dem boo's.

you got schooled.

way to rude.

what's up wit dude.

way to crude.

acting lewd.

fool got sued.

mooed and cooed.

girlfriend blued.

not in the mood.

don't want no food.

after gitting glued.

whoed it was.

that slimy fuzz.

bucket o' sudz.

gawd dammit.

must slammit.

I got beat in chess!

(((((((resonate)))))))

It feels so good to be me right now
I just had to let you know
I'm not bragging
I'm not boasting
I'm just representing my glow.

It feels so good to be me right now
that I should stop & pinch myself
the feeling inside, is impossible to hide
and money cant buy my wealth.

It feels so good to be me right now
that I wonder what to do
should I hide it, multiply it
or help you get some too

It feels so good to be me right now
it feels so good to know my truth
it's a definitive time in my life right now
and my spirit is renewed

it feels SENSATIONAL to be me right now
that I could practically fulminate
my heart is filled with love for me
now watch as I
(((((((resonate)))))))

Im "bro" glio

bro!

....
keep
my
children's
names
out yo mouth
....
or else
....
....
things could get
real ghetto
around here.

Words

soul, lactogenisis, sweet, haven, imagine, junction, wonder, morning, solar power, lime trees, grand, jazz, zephyr, expansive, flaky, knox, smoke, skiffs, dark, sprinkly, pink, accomplished, hypothalamus, bread, revival, oranges, poor, salt, pussy, mind, cereal, white, nation, autobahn, son, streams, restriction, saltbox, perfect, stars, eat, tunnels, birds, ghetto, lilac, ansonia, man, song, bowl, relevant, mountains, chalk, hugs, sorting, full, diamonds, tears, hmmm, pride, hill, puzzles, eviction, write, narrow, real, sweet, passion, wrong way, soft, expansive, love, flying, butter, virtue, green, radical,  young, clean, brother, sing, purple, beautiful, obvious, paved, central, modest, quintessential, window, print, idea, republic, speak, architect, bitten, disgrace, brilliance, smolder, different, crowns, ruins, baggage, genius,
brown, innumerable, day, moose, we, calendula, talk, nurse, fortunate, vision, forrest line, shine, north, liberty, sorts, woman, nature, dance, aromatic, extended, way side, gables, moss, yummy, cottage, ladies, chocolate, dome, wind, moist, children, standard, talent, mouth, dear, quiet, light, tasty, languished, seep, achieved, bath, sidewalk, uniform, wine, neighborhood, gin, broccoli, runcible spoon, kinder, cook, people, aloe, cold,leader, black, bank, peasant, rich, high, juicy, applause, sister, bubbly, duck, race, me, art, compromised, you, comfortable, safe, sure, imperfect, worn, warm, queen, penniless, king, perfection, banana, deep, public, radical, people, center, self, fatigue, soft, explicit, clean, sticky, listen, reborn, respect, client, understand, cup, book, grasshopper, tweet.

New England Rain

the rock parapet took sup from the steady rain. the touch of the cool, glistening, wetness emboldened the stone phalanx.

 

Untitled 2

i realize my soul in lowercase characters.
when placed together they dance and fight,
offering a unique image of me, to you.
everything else falls asunder.
everything else melts away.
everything else withers.
in the shadow of my souls depth,
i am enabled.
with this brief change comes sanity..
but also, in this grand moment, i crack.
open. naked. fearless.
i am wet.

i am new.

i am bloody.

i am a baby.
i am a star,

and when on the stage
i illuminate my audience.

Dark Xocolat Pretzels

smooth, rich, bitter dark chaw-kuh-lit
crunchy, bland, salty pret-suhls
satisfy pining taste buds
cavities fill up with dark brown sweetness
 bits of dark chawk-lit
jagged bits of crisp, dry brezel
cause minimal injury to soft pink gums
dark jocolatte and brāchitellum
dusted with bits of crystal happiness.
fold your arms, let us pray.

Spittin' Cherry Pits

I spit my cherry pits out on park avenue
thus paying homage to the salty tears of my ancestors

i don't apologize for being queenly and deserving
it is never to late to accept truth
nor too dark to embrace light

i spit my cherry pits out on park avenue
swaying my hips as brown bombs fall from my lips
the vibe of privilege stirs the earth and sky
the noblest of my ancestors painted vivid depictions
of past life using their precious crimson blood

i spit my cherry pits out on park avenue
strutting long legged as the wind blows through my hair
and the sun praises my skin

i take inventory
our mouths, our eyes, our noses, our lips.
our hearts, our minds, our souls, our brains.
our arms, our breasts, our legs, our backs.
our wombs, our history, our lineage, your cruelty.

my money, my land, my education, my help.
my trust fund, my will, my stock market, my cars.
my mule, my future, my brick, my mortar, your bad.

i spit my cherry pits out on park avenue

....because it's mine and i can.

Family

exclamations exhaust, looming overhead

stirring up dust in the corners of my mind.

vile syrup drips down forming sinewy arguments as

sticky puddles form on the floor of my souls very existence.

i lie awake, defeated and stained

my ego has lost itself to your angry words.

Farce

we purchase designer bags,

fill them up with contradictions,

chat about our mythical realities,

sip columbian caffe and nibble on sacher tort.

the idle babble that accompanies this congress

turns stomachs and time, producing nothing of merit.

Narrow agendas

i size you up
as you size me.
left to our own inherent vices,
we maintain lofty verdicts,
rendering us useless,
respectively, one to another.

The morning after

in the beginning
it was time for bed
so we began with goodnight.
when we awoke
a new day was upon us.
now tell me, why am i here again?

Untitled 1

warm milky tea flows,

pink & yellow tulips blossom,

holy ghosts appear,

city lights teem,

crisp air cools,

coconut cream swirls,

peaceful quiet looms,

rocket science pervades,

feng shui renovates,

children frolick,

french stew fills

and then

phoenix rises.

Soul Wash [a haiku for women folk]

ladies wash your souls

ladies wash your panties too

this is good advice

Smack

hot sugar water.

warm sugar water.

cold. sweet. and nice.

cleaning potatoes, eating hummus,

cheese,bread and rice.

that's just my way of sharing esoteric bull sugar with you.

i am word.

letters=me.

impersonal computers give me the time to communicate effectively.

so i am thankful for them.

otherwise i would be stuck having to explain myself to you in person , in real time. stumbling, blabbering, a flustering fool.. i feign.

my uncles name is called insane. in parts of town, where he did clown, he now just hangs his head down low. course i was told, that he's not cold. course i was told. that's he is gold. they got me sold. they say things used to be different with him. they say his lack of a male role model made him thin. they say his bottle his best friend. they say his idol is gone in the wind. my kin. he sin. who win. dismay. awry. i cry. i try.  

we sleep at night. we question why. just wondering why.. i sigh. he high. it's time. high time, to wake up soon. a morning spoon would be quite nice. so hold me tight. delight in me as i delight in you.

Red Corduroys & Tea

fall may be the most beautiful season of all, winter is magical, summer is love and spring is the time to be born again..red corduroys & tea.

Look

Up in the sky
the clouds melt by
just as cool
as a southern pimp
on the 4th day of July.

eying the track
tracking the trick
tricking the game
gaming the calls
calling the shots
shooting the shit
shittin' the man
manning the situation

Just as cool
as the clouds
that melt by
up in the sky
on the 4th day of July.

Esoteric thursday

african red rooibos & tom waits
green socks & blue shoes
silk shirts with ripped seams
& love at first bite.
gala apples & extra dark truffles
pretty pink toenails
& girls in ruffles
boy oh boy, let's get this thing right.
orange teapots & whimsical songs
dancing on high chairs all night long
creamy, milky, messy
folks tend to get testy
love me anyway.

Is

is

the social conflict in the congo
is
the social confict in pakistan
is
the social conflict in france
is
the social conflict in the americas
is
the social conflict in israel
is
the social conflict in georgia
is
the social conflict in korea
is
the social conflict in greece
is
the social conflict in tibet
is
the social conflict in haiti
is
the social conflict in mexico
is
the social conflict in india
is
the social conflict in australia
is
the social conflict in china
is
the social conflict in ireland
is
the social conflict in sweden
is
the social conflict in iraq
is
the social conflict in russia
is
the social conflict in darfur
is
the social conflict in germany
is
the social conflict in italy
is
the social conflict of mankind
is
the brink of hell upon us?

New Yorkers

our neurons grow
yet no one knows
the way we feel inside
our brains are sore
our hearts are poor
but we don't realize
the price we pay
this cheese-rat maze
brings raging overdoses
our noses swift and dexterous
our eyes and souls are ptosis
we judge the cat
we spite the dog
we scowl at kind old ladies
we dance with sin
we judge our kin
we justify the shaming
we tread the road
that is less used
we wish not to encounter
society's real gems and mankinds best
to us their fools and flounder.
~Demi Loon

Zola

breathless, sexy and lacking the interest to pay you no never mind. found herself salchow jumping on the perfectly, imperfect rugged and rocky terrain of mars. tripping. skipping. flipping. the air is thick with celestial gas and ethereal dust. prancing. dancing. whirling dervishes spin near her long, bejeweled,  slippered feet. powdered guilt lands on her bushy brows and unkempt hair. zola does a triple lutz. brave. amazing. divine. high breed zola. that's what they call her. giving up everything to sell magnolia's and rhododendron's on slow moving street corners isn't crazy. it's high breed. high breed zola. that's what they call her.

I am

I
am
a
patently
parturient,
plenty
pleased,
perfectly
poised,
particularly
pert,
prankishly
prim,
perpetually
proud,
predominantly
pedantic,
pink
puss,
who
possesses
pink
panties
plus
princessly
posture.
Piloting 
peroral
poetic
promulgation
per
pithecanthropus
prototypes
suits me well.

Ghetto

favelados - brazil
khoshash - middle east
katavlismos - greece
villa miseria - argentina
pueblos jovenes - argentina
colonia - mexico
barrio - venezuela
cardboard city - serbia
gecekondu- turkey
shanty town - wisconsin
hobo jungles - canada
bidonvilles - france
asentamientos - guatemala
cantegriles - uruguay
invasiones - ecuador
jhugi - india
bustee - india
zhopdi - india
zhopadpatti - india
kachi abadi - pakistan
kijiji - kenya
mudduku - sri lanka
trailer park - north america
projects - north america
poblaciones callampas - chile
chacarita - paraguay
chabolas rancherios - spain
lusynai - lithuania
precario costa rica
setinggan rumah kongsi - malaysia

Sugar Mountain

While on an evening drive with my progenies, a song that we did hear, consumed the night air and pierced the canals of my gray matter.  Something tells me that time is flying a lot faster than I am willing to acknowledge.  This is both frightening and exciting.
 

 

 

Las Palmas [a haiku for el chapo]

take your seat and I

will keep your phone. eat your food

I'm paying for it.

Antoine Dodson, America's most popular Thespian shines brightly in Huntsville Projects.

The culture of my people is pervasive and far reaching, influencing art forms and expression even when that is not the intent.

Presently the prime example of this is the latest youtube video; "bed intruder," featuring  Antoine Dodson, the brother of Kelly Dodson, a young woman who was recently accosted while asleep with her young daughter in the bedroom of her Webster Drive apartment in Huntsville, Alabama.

Apparently society has been so intrigued by the interview that Mr. Dodson gave to the local news station that some have decided to turn an unfortunate incident into a parody of sorts, resulting in an outcome that I choose to interpret as art.  Art, many say imitates life or does that go the other way around.   You decide.

 First off,  can we address the fact that a real and present danger is lurking in the community of Madison county, Huntsville, Alabama.   The seriousness of this truth appears to have been discounted for the sake of a laugh, present company included.    I rationalize my light-heartedness about the situation by reconciling the fact that Kelly Dodson survived and was able to succesfully thwart the intruders advances, for this I am truly glad.

The animated emotion with which Mr. Antoine Dodson spoke was akin to the best theater that Broadway has to offer.   No wonder people are captivated. This guy deserves to see his name in bright lights.  Maybe there's a contract in his future?   Who knows, time will tell. 

Now, what of the musical and art element that has been rolled out?   This in particular, I find to be absolutely fascinating.  There are currently over 20+ covers of the original auto-tuned song version, which was a remix of the original channel 48 news report.  Not only that, but the song is the #1 watched video on youtube this week, with over 4 million+ views.

But don't listen to me.  Judge for yourselves.  This is the original Channel 48 news coverage. 
This is the link to the original remix auto tune version of the Channel 48 news coverage.  and then we have 3 of my favorite covers.  Three that I feel are both creative and inspiring and in one case funny.
First an incredible acoustic performance by Schmoyoho.    Second a rousing, base accompanied performance by Afua. and Finally, Justin Robert Young brings a thespian edge to this drama.

In conclusion, if your anything like me, your wondering, what does Antoine Dodson feel about all of this, primarily his new found fame and following.  Well, find out here. He's ready for his golden ticket to Hollywood.

Like I said in the beginning, The culture of my people is pervasive and far reaching, influencing art forms and expression even when that is not the intent.   Go for it Antoine Dodson, make your dreams a reality, but not before the apprehension of your sisters attacker, which is hopefully very soon.
~Demi Loon