space for poetry > Saul Williams
You massage the universe´s spine
the way you twirl through time
and leave shadows on the sun.
My love is the wind song.
If it is up to me, I´ll never die.
If it is up to me, I´ll be tomorrow a thousand times
in an hour and live seven minutes later.
If it is up to me, the sun will never cease to shine
and the moon will never cease to glow
and I´ll dance a million tomorrows in the sun rays of the moon waves
and bathe in the yesterdays of days to come,
ignoring all of my afterthoughts and preconceived notions.
If it is up to me, it is up to me.
And thus, is my love.
The wind is the moon´s imagination. Wandering.
It seeps through cracks, ripples the grass,
explores the unknown.
My love is my soul´s imagination.
How do I love you?
The sky revealed to the audience
Cast shadows of daydreams
Fervent flames and candle wax symphonies
Why do I always do things wrong?
Always right about delusions
But then I realize…wait I’m different
I’m a super condensed ball of potential
Waiting to supernova onto an infinite canvas!
Splash colors so real that the Eye can taste them
Textures upon matter upon meaning upon intentions
I manifest reality, from cityscapes to majestic mountains
Intertwined by strokes of wonderment and dotted with curiosity
Roads and apple trees lead temptations to the ground
Roots articulated like verbal speech soliloquies, “Art is your creation”.
Mental metal molds like hot stew warming the belly of the foundry
Sedation burning like a soothing wind,
Instrumental to the fight.
"Keep the Tribe alive."
Fists in the air hindered, as sand pebbles upon the surface.
A drizzle of knocks asking for peace.
Destiny at the iron gate, Hands open to lotus petal palms
grace given to hold instruments practicing Love
On cotton candy sunsets, glory seems to sing our names wherever we turn.
If anything matters, it’s the Truth that we know, the Truth that we breathe, that we as Human Beings, are transforming into Gods.
As time passes and the seasons change, we are left to wonder at the life playing out in front of us.
We know our actions impact this show, unsure to what degree, but nonetheless we recognize ourselves as actors.
We want to be happy and have the things we desire most.
Even the most successful among us crave what the beggar on the street beckons for.
We seem to always be wanting what we can’t have, maybe an evolutionary complex that has gotten us to where we are today- but, at what cost?
We seem to have lost our ability to be satisfied with what we have, wanting more, and belittling our own beliefs.
Does age harden us out of balance?
Does the walk through time dent our armor, inflate our egos, and scar our hearts?
Maybe what we’re looking for is no longer in our visible spectrum.
Maybe this story line has stayed true to its theme and made it so that we want something we can’t have.
Maybe the beggar wants to no longer beg?
What if He finds His living in the woods?
What if the famous actor chooses to free himself from His societal obligations?
And finds refuge in the forest?
What if we stop wanting things and just do things that we never realized we wanted?
What if we all just did irrational shit?
And everything was beautiful.