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THE TIME TRAVELING MINI-VAN

Posted by Dasun Allah on June 11, 2010


Looking through some photo files, I came across a picture my Sun had taken. The image caught my eye and deeply intrigued me. I looked at it, and to me it looked like the minivan in the picture was in warp speed like on Star Trek. Plus, I like the red, yellow and green lights in the picture. But as I looked at it, it began to appear to me as if the minivan was time traveling. It was also apropos, given one of my prevailing themes of the veneration of oriental thought, that the van is eastward bound.

As I thought of this time traveling minivan, the opening line of the poem occurred to me. Then by association, the next thought was of the soccer mom. From there I was phonetically led to “sock a mom,” And the floodgates were opened.

The minivan took me back to bear witness to time. To testify and to lay bare these ugly truths…

TIME TRAVELING MINIVAN

I travel a minivan through time
To days when I knew not of soccer moms
Only dads who would sock a mom and
rupture her eye sockets
Punch her in the ear, so it would leave no marks
Or make like a bar-fight
And break a chair over her back by starlight
Then wake up next morning
Roll over
Apologize and
ask for peace
and a piece
And she so in love would give it all
but ask him to be gentle because
the previous night
has left her just a tad bit sore
I can see them in the rearview mirror
Traveling a minivan through time…

(to be continued…)

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THE JOURNEYMAN (JOURNAL # 1)

Posted by Dasun Allah on November 12, 2007

As we travel through BABYLON’S HAMELIN, playing our pipes, so much ground has BEN covered as we gallop on four TROJAN HORSES of apocalyptic, apocryphal truth making mice of men and eagles out of chickens. In this day and age as FYAH MEN heat up spots and BLUE MEN groups perform theatrics for their COUSINS, it is refreshing to be a part of the decoding work, the unfreezing of a world stuck in a wardrobe. I am the LION.

Animated wheel

It’s funny how “I ain’t lying” is an expression in the “skreets.” They don’t know how truthful those words are. Many of us are far from Lion. It’s good that tomcats admit it. That’s all most of us are doing. Tomcatting, chasing the puss in hooker boots. Meanwhile, the pussycats are getting their eagle on.

It reminds me of when slang for money was ENDS. That’s really fucked up backward thinking. Money isn’t an end. It isn’t an objective. It is a tool. It is a means. It is a useful energy when properly administered, thus currency can be seen as an electrical current. On this river the power of commerce flows. But it is not an END. It is a MEANS. Money can’t buy you happiness, but it is a means of acquiring those things that do. It is a tool of trade. I need it to buy my bricks, and when the temple is built. I shall give thanks and praise to I N I industry.

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PRINCESS CHARMING

Posted by Dasun Allah on November 10, 2007

INSPIRED BY BYTCH PROBLEMS

I found myself thinking of her everyday and wondering if it was really love or was it infatuation. The bee had lit upon the flower. I knew that it could be real, but did she? Did it matter?

Make it real and she will be real.

Everybody comes into your life for a particular purpose and one cannot allow another person’s wants to cloud what it is that they have to do in life. One just has to be honest with themselves in that regard and not think that it is some great big and/or bad thing. It is what it is.

As for me, I am filled with so much love and so much guilt and so much desire and so much ambition that I have often been paralyzed by it and was waiting for a Princess Charming to come and give me the kiss to break me out of the slumber. The inability to action, the frustration, the fist clenching table pounding frustration that can overcome one’s drive if unchecked.

black lovers

I know what I have done wrong and I move to stop doing it. Although at times it seems I can’t do it all by myself, even though I am capable, because I am compelled by other factors to divide my strength. Or was I making excuses?

One must know that they are working it out and life changes the rules all the time, so what the fucking difference does it make? Life cheats. But life is an illusion.

Patient. Detached. Always Fearless. But Feel-Less, not quite.

We may be Fearless
but we have Feelings

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