Speak the WORD!

A rant about my relationship to Performance Poetry

In a past life, I was the fungal spore in
Mnemonic Johnny's head,
when he said:
"In the beginning, was the Word
And the Word was with god
And the Word WAS god"

That vibrant microwave chord that cooks the macro-cosmic brain
in mad quark flavours--A melange of quasar spiced radiation soup
for the sumptuous feast, we call Life
Is The SPOKEN WORD!

Mother tongue
twisted, elitist, mucous membrane clogged, sons of the banal
are myopic
on the topic
of poets that rock it!

I am not fit for pretty, petty pictures; framing
craven paradigms
for pedantic minds
and lie supine
for emasculation in my prime-
-Because Conservative "Liberals" wish to consign-

me to the proletariat mouth breathing class of educated retards
interred from
womb to tomb
when I can rant and
rave till grave
Basking in vibrations of the sublime
against accusations of thought crime

by gyrating cyclones of sly teeth that shred dignity with pretense of indignation.
Regurgitating the spilled seed of those
who make rules for others and exceptions for themselves
while shedding chartreuse tears of jealous misunderstandings
Enforcing mediocrity
to mortify dreamers into submission
Accepting menial tasks from self styled materialist masters of the spiritual!

Now, I think we all know,
that when those who are puerile
and choose to remain servile
to all that is tactile
say:
"I'm not religious. I'm Spiritual"
They really mean a religion with themselves as god.
The Holy Trinity of:
Me, Myself and I
Not the one in the Cosmic Cuisine of the Ultimate Jambalaya...

These are the ones who take lessons of Poets, Prophets and Knock-around Guys
to the point of mendacity. So look out!
They saw folks in half, force drinks of poison or crucify a mo-fo!

Never Creating
Always debating
Demand the abating
of what they cannot comprehend.

Then, after the slaughter of Art, say
"That was a Genius!"
Meanwhile, attempting to

Stultify Creativity
nullify agility
of the poets ability
to expound new philosophy
convinced that you or I could NEVER be poets!

But we are.
I know this, because when I take to the lectern, transcending presuppositions of face and form, the prehensile appendage of my mental loins,
stands defiant
and I will NOT be contrite
in this triumph!

Because my oratory thunder resounds-
-resonates symphonies of
THE WORD
that is my

prayer of soliloquies
fools take for
mumbling heresies
fumbling ecstasies
and stumbling exegesis
of gods' Word...

We do not sit around discussing the incomprehensible-
-mere echoes-
We flow musical and partake of the most ancient devotion-
-an orchestra of Terrible Beauty that will decay like Stars
but support new mind clouds of consciousness
What higher calling?

Our Dreams are such stuff as WE are made of.

Beginning and End are NOW
The Word is Within us
We ARE the Word
Speak it
BE it

and NEVER let them silence you!!!

Author's Note

This public service rant, brought to you by the angriest elf in the forest!

Reviews

[Lorelei]

Whooo! That was like a roller coaster ride on the amazing! What's interesting about your style is it's congenially abstract: I doubt I could write in such a form, but I understand it perfectly from your hand. As well as teaching me a few new words, you've taught me a different outlook on Life. Thank you!

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Love the 1st stanza, this is amazing.
A most enjoyable read. Loved this!

[Kenneth The Poet]

I love this. This is cracked out awesome, like a street preacher foaming at the mouth. A guy could be tazed if he performed this in public.

Favorited.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

NightShade you absolutley delectable person, is it me or are the fullest of best intentions some of the only things that heaven can rely on, rather than the hell of our own makings. In the begining, if there were only the word and word was God, well then that truly is the saddest breach of human intelligence that one ca think of. During our highly sceduled and structured life's the little mistakes to divert our goals aren't really mistakes at all, merely traps to wash ourselves of the distinct and smelling goo that is common place and obligation, once again you have sent my mind into overdrive, you devil!! Great read.