Update 05/31/2010 – I finally got around to doing some audio for this, maybe it’ll help you feel the words even more 🙂 I used a free beat from Mr. Smiff called “Down N Out”
These words are free, so get em while they hot
Cuz if you wait too long you’re gonna miss ’em when they’re not
These words are me, just in case yo ass forgot
They were lifted from my spirit and they mated with the block
These words can be the seeds that start a brand new crop
Let them grow within your mind and be immortal in your heart
These words can sting, sometimes they find the mark
That you hide within yourself but I can see it with my art
These words are free, but somebody gotta pay
When the words that others speak can only lead to our decay
How could it be that what we seek has turned into a play
And the actors don’t get paid and they forced to go on stage
We need some better ways but they guide us like we beasts
Not even jungle kings they just treat us like we sheep
I need a better phrase cuz that sheep shit’s getting old
We’re more like auto-slaves, robots hard and dumb and cold
I hardly can control the rage that fires up my brain
When I see another corporate scheme succeed and we get played
When I see my fucking government treat people like they’re told
Knowing that the ones that told ’em are the ones that’s in control
Multi-billion dollar entities that span our dying globe
That poison our senses and destroy our country’s soul
But I digress I’m pretty sure you’ve heard these things before
But you probably could care less and think there’s nothing going on
You taking what they give you and accept their words as pure
Don’t you think that makes you less than the whores that you abhor?
I need to take a rest from these thoughts I conjure up
I’d rather smoke and sex but somebody must report
We in a global crisis that’s defined by the prices
How much does it cost to keep a population lifeless
How much for divorce from this all-consuming tightness
How much must we lose before think it’s time to fight this?
These words are free, so get em while they hot
Cuz if you wait too long you’re gonna miss ’em when they’re not
These words are me, just in case yo ass forgot
They were lifted from my spirit and they mated with the block
These words can be the seeds that – start a brand new crop
Let them grow within your mind and be immortal in your heart
These words can sting, sometimes they find the mark
That you hide within yourself but I can see it with my art
This is an audio blog. SilencioBarnes – Pretty much just…bored.
Sunday, August 31 2008 – 14:41
Most of y’all would still consider this Saturday night, but…yea…I don’t know 🙂
Silenciobarnes, more bored than a wood carver’s barn
Heineken and tobacco but he wish he had traum
Late night steady wishing for the following morn
Steady living but he wish he had more –
I’m kinda horny too, daydreams of fucking you raw
I’ll assume that you know who you are
About to go to the store
Red Bull or a Monster of course
I’m a need it when I stay up till dawn
My arteries clogged my lungs in a fog
I’m a mess, need a straight jacket hand cuffs and muzzle just to silence the god
– This is Silence the God
And the boredom so thick you can cut it like a blade through the heart
True story I feel desperate and loss
I went to the bar with a twenty dollar bill for a drink and a talk
Just to chill, but I feel strange in these parts and unwelcome
Like a ghost in a house or a drunk in a park
All I need is some weed and a chick with a car
And a ass and a brain and original thoughts
Come and braid my hair or lets take us a walk
Or tell me about your life and the battles you fought
I’m sicker than a necrophile raping a corpse
Yet sweeter than the love that you lost
Bitter like the taste of a love that is forced
Or the feel of a lovers remorse
I get’s blunted of course
And can deal with both sides of the force
I can build with the best but my paper is short
So I’m a build me a nest and pray to I for support
Glory be as I travel my course, now let’s get it
SilencioBarnes – I wanna shout out all my social networking friends and those of you that support me and let me know that you feeling the kid. I appreciate the love.
To all my haters, if any of you exist, continue doing what you doing.
To all of you that don’t like me or got some sort of problem with me, for whatever reason…fuck you, eat a dick.
Believing in but never seeing
The Heathen, a lesser demon
It’s scheming on my soul
It’s infrequent but never leaving
Ether bleeding out of my pores
My spirit leaking
Soaked into the Earths rotted core
A saddened creature
A battered preacher
How to die, the radicals teach us
Students teaching the teachers
And they dying to reach us
Why is it that we shackle ourselves
Then cry for freedom
Metaphorically speaking
Our hearts are terminally weakened
Infirmaries are full of the lives we have forsaken
Mating with injustice and giving birth to complacence
Strangle life choke off our health, the end is nascent
Worshiped like a calf that is gleaming with gold plating
We clothe ourselves with spurious truth
Yet we lie naked
Corporations feed off the blood
Of dying nations
The seat of Christ is vacant
Siddhartha said time is wasting
The sound of one hand clapping
Is God getting smacked for faking
Jesus told me
“Son calm down, you’re talking dangerous”
I killed myself
So I could come back as Buddha’s patience
This world’s a patient
In Gods House Of Sick Creations
Prescripted with a dose of common sense
That we ain’t taking
Instead we medicated on war
And common hatreds
The politicians gore us with words
And pretty phrases
But really they just corporate whores
With pretty faces
Money is the root and the plant
Is grown in acres
Thick Newport smoke filters through every pore of my universe
Choking every verse spoken and coughing they burst
From my mind where they birthed through my mouth till it hurts
Cause my vocals are burned by the heat
Spilling forth from the womb that is thought
Though its god is the Word of the sea springing up
Giving form to the soul and the features of such
That have flown through the blood pumping beat
Take me home for I die and never could see
How the firefly mimics the soul and I keep
On hoping to find what was hidden in deep
Like dreams in my sleep like heathens that speak
The word of a lord that has never been seen
Only heard from above by people who seek
To uncover that Word from which all things received
To believe and to keep in their hearts till they cease
To breathe and to be and to see and to grieve
To live and to love and to lust for these things
That cannot be explained or obtained through the means
That are used to obtain material gains
Lessons of night only heard in the dark
When the stars are as fruit that hang from the top
And the tree be the black and expansive and not
Of the Earth but its roots rest deep in our minds
Watered by time it grows and expands
Covers the land of the unbroken man
Unspoken commands invocation of plans
That are whispered by gods and witnessed as lives
Living and past and driven to pass
Through the limits they crash and eventually fly
Cause the limits that lie in each of our paths
Are the reasons we soar with the thought spoken rhyme
And we be the black and expressive with art
And we be the day of the night in our hearts
Lay the light of the fire the sun and the start
The spark of the flame that burns throughout time
Its the spirit unbroken unending and lost
The original fire Prometheus brought
The story of us and of every mans hope
To endure until galaxies name us with fame
Of a light unshaded untamed and the part
That explains whence we came where we go read the chart
And you’ll find that destined is greatness for us
That wrestling with fate in the end yields results
That hesitant faces delay the impulse
To go forth and explore what your vision has wrought
What prisoners sought in the dark on the pulse
Of the morn when nothing exists but their ghosts
Of the corpse of a thought that has died on this page
That lies in this grave blood dripping as ink
Life fluids are spilled in the margins of pain
Lay dying and crying and sadly ashamed
I’ve started love
I’ve finished love
I’ve learned how words
Can diminish love
I’ve followed roads
To the ends of love
To make a long story short
I’ve been in love
I was in love
I’m still in love
This diamond ring on my pinky
Used to be on her
I wasn’t birthed by love
I was cursed by love
I know that look in her eyes
When I hurt my love
After the promise to her
That I’d never hurt my love
I’ve been blessed by love
I’ve been vexed by love
I’ve been asked those tricky questions
Made to test my love
I know the wistful thoughts
Of unrequited love
I’m ill equipped for love
I’ve gotten sick of love
Listen
I’ve searched for
Found one
And lost me a real love
If love is the fountain
I thirst to be filled up
A
Pause
In
My
Rhythm
Stop
I have had a whole half of me
Forcefully ripped the fuck off
Left bleeding and hurt and broken
Down down down into devastation
But I did not cry
No
The tears came later
With a phone call
After my verbal prostration
I was told of the new
Improved me
Was politely informed
That it would probably
Be for the best
If we were to never speak again
She hung up
Next day
Changed her number
I have been removed
Replaced by love
I have been in love
With the idea
Of being in love
I have been
And still am
Loved by those
Who accept
The non-
Reciprocation
They find
Our bonds
Are breaking
When they tell me
They love me
And look
In my eyes
And see that I
Will not
Give them
The lie
Sorry
I am not your final destination
Because I know
I know the joys
The fulfillments of love
I know the poets love
The singers love
I know platonic love
A swinger’s love
I’ve had childish loves
I often dream of love
I have spilled out my soul
To redeem a love
I’ve often been told
There’s no such thing as love
After telling him I was broke
Had no car and no job
And couldn’t get one without the other
He turned to me with that slight grin
That never leaves his face
“Nigga, you better sell that neem”
Neem being a word used for crack of course
Funny story behind that but at the moment
Not so important
Just remember
That every now and then
The language shifts
New metaphors
For the same life
Gotta keep it fresh
He goes on to tell me my life’s story
“Son,”
He says
“You are the only person
That doesn’t touch the stuff.
Your brother, your uncle, your aunts
Got it to distribute.
Your fucking grandmother got re-up!
How fucking ill is that?”
Not ill meaning ill
But ill meaning real
Not real meaning concrete
Or tangible like steel
But real meaning so deep
Transcending the surreal
The vernacular of the hood
Is poetry itself
So many meanings in one word
Like English deferred
At the same time sped up
During meetings at the curb
I watched my mother smoke it
From as far back as I can remember
I watched my father pull guns over it
I watched my grandmother cut it up on
The kitchen table as I asked her what
She was getting me for Christmas
I watched my younger brother go to jail
Police showing photographs of the sale
I watched my other brother’s behavior
The hyperactive personality
As natural as calves with two heads
I watched from the insides of more houses
Than I care to remember
Passed from place to place like a parcel
I watched police kick in doors
And FBI follow
Watching my surrogate grandfather
Wither away into nothing
“Didn’t you use to sell it?”
He asked me interrupting my reverie
Yea for like a day
It was too cold for me to be standing on the corner
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27 Feb 2010
3 CommentsThese Words Are Free
These words are free, so get em while they hot
Cuz if you wait too long you’re gonna miss ’em when they’re not
These words are me, just in case yo ass forgot
They were lifted from my spirit and they mated with the block
These words can be the seeds that start a brand new crop
Let them grow within your mind and be immortal in your heart
These words can sting, sometimes they find the mark
That you hide within yourself but I can see it with my art
These words are free, but somebody gotta pay
When the words that others speak can only lead to our decay
How could it be that what we seek has turned into a play
And the actors don’t get paid and they forced to go on stage
We need some better ways but they guide us like we beasts
Not even jungle kings they just treat us like we sheep
I need a better phrase cuz that sheep shit’s getting old
We’re more like auto-slaves, robots hard and dumb and cold
I hardly can control the rage that fires up my brain
When I see another corporate scheme succeed and we get played
When I see my fucking government treat people like they’re told
Knowing that the ones that told ’em are the ones that’s in control
Multi-billion dollar entities that span our dying globe
That poison our senses and destroy our country’s soul
But I digress I’m pretty sure you’ve heard these things before
But you probably could care less and think there’s nothing going on
You taking what they give you and accept their words as pure
Don’t you think that makes you less than the whores that you abhor?
I need to take a rest from these thoughts I conjure up
I’d rather smoke and sex but somebody must report
We in a global crisis that’s defined by the prices
How much does it cost to keep a population lifeless
How much for divorce from this all-consuming tightness
How much must we lose before think it’s time to fight this?
These words are free, so get em while they hot
Cuz if you wait too long you’re gonna miss ’em when they’re not
These words are me, just in case yo ass forgot
They were lifted from my spirit and they mated with the block
These words can be the seeds that – start a brand new crop
Let them grow within your mind and be immortal in your heart
These words can sting, sometimes they find the mark
That you hide within yourself but I can see it with my art
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