La Petits Morceaux: Bits and Pieces

Snippets From "Incorrigible Wit"

 "Neither cheese nor corn shall characterize her humor, for incorrigible is her wit!"

  -M. Conteh

Snippet 1:  "Headlines from Terratopia"

Good Day  to many and Good Evening to Others:                                                            

 Welcome to Terratopia News Network , where only                                

ASPIRATIONAL headlines run for celestial beings across the Cosmos

This Week's Lead Stories  Include 

"Man Unlocks  Wife's Chastity Belt by Washing Dishes"

" The Consumption of Brussels Sprouts is now Linked to the Contraction of  Chlamydia"

"Teachers Top the  List of Highest Paid Professions"

"A Mysterious Vapor Dissolves the World's Nuclear Stock Piles and Development Labs"

"The NRA Files for Bankruptcy, Disbands its Members and Takes up Needlepoint"

Snippet #2

"The Ballerina, The Astronaut  & The Teacher"

One strange yet sunny Summer day in the 21st century,  on a park bench sat a peculiar trio,  a Ballerina, an Astronaut and a Teacher. 

Quickly, the Ballerina and Astronaut began a rather vain discussion. The ballerina asked the Astronaut, "What is it like to be set adrift into outer space, defying gravity as you explore the cosmos?" 

To this the Astronaut replied, "I imagine it's  a lot  like the way to feel as you effortlessly leap into the air; then spin like an elegant compass."  The ballerina continued her swelling praise of the Astronaut .....

Gaze upon The Flickering Beacon

Curious are the bruises and scar tissue on our flesh 

                                                                                       

These Blemishes and Cuts, 

 

Sprains and fractures pierce mortality with reminders of vulnerability, 

The same is not equality    

                                                                                                               

   Accommodations are privileges or necessities?

Desire is infinite.                                                                                                                                             

 It's manifestation erratic                                                                                                                             

Manic, Self interest Manages                                                                                                                        

     The Supply and Demand Chain

Assuming she is cool as fuck would suggest,                                                                                                

That a classy dame won't kick your ass when necessary.

What if you understood that                                                                                                            

 Squatting in the bushes or                                                                                                                

 Spitting in the gutter are defining moments?

Raw, Yes- Primal Functions,                                                                                                                 

 Something Sophisticated Systematic Standards Shun.

Why One Wonders?                                                                                                                             

When 2 Steps from Savage is Humanity...

The Cycles of Genocide & Ecological Devastation,                                                                                    

 A tragic redundancy of Civilization                                                                                                    

 Driven by  the Profit Motive Infestation,                                                                                     

 Redemption for the  legacy of  Soul Incarceration                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Looking Closer,  Leaning,  Stretching, Knowing                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      More than  An Archive of  Chaos, Distortions & Perversions

  Instead, cast your gaze upon the flickering beacon which gleams.                                                                                                                     

Gleaming City Upon A Hill

Centuries ago, the was a vision. A vision brimming with the values of  dignity and courage. This vision laid the foundation for a gleaming city which rested on top of a hill.  A blood stained banner waved proudly over the city in the crisp uncultured air.  There was an assembly of architects and philosophers that  collaborated to construct what was to be their paramount oath. It was oath live in harmony, deliverance and opportunity. They made a pledge to uphold truth and free will, but sadly too  many of the initial assembly members sought power and dominance. In its infancy, the city ferociously  struggled to honor the vision it held.

Generations following the initial assembly, the city prevailed. Through war, drought, disease and strife the city stood. Beyond  hatred, fear and ignorance the city stood.  Then one auspicious day sixteen years  into the millennium a terrible crack rooted deep inside the foundation of the city became grotesquely visible. Despite the cultivation of inclusion  that  now guided the city, this ugly fissure rapidly expanded its scope.  This crack deep beneath the surface brought  havoc on the city's inhabitants. Poisoning wells of alliance, polluting  the winds of compromise and pillaging the spirit of compassion.  The  blunt and broad stroke  of terror between neighbors paralyzed effective communication.                       

Technological silos harvested  individual bias with a vengeance as an assault of facts invalidated hope.  Spiraling at an accelerated rate the city's destruction loomed on the horizon, as others  around the globe bore witness to the devastation. Corruption and hypocrisy  are menacing but not unstoppable.  Just when bleak oblivion seemed inevitable, a righteous  reckoning returned. 

A legion of champions  took to the streets. Methodically these contenders set out to  repair  the city's damage. Their tools:-forgiveness, trust, kindness, and patience.  Their number multiplied with every open heart and mind. The task  set before the city's inhabitants  would be merciless.  Like lava the fervor of transformation sears the flesh,  The flames burn off the rot and decay. Charcoal ashes tumble to the earth as the dust settles on the morning after the righteous   reckoning. The   streets are lined with the fallen, those too proud to surrender to harmony, inclusion and forgiveness.  Corpses lay trapped in jewel adorned cages. They are the hallow shells of those too self consumed to grow past perceived  individual suffering. Centuries of corrosion and destruction are monumental, yet the cities inhabitants are not weary.  Battered and exhausted, they huddle closely together, steering towards a course of healing.  An epic recovery that requires a vast range of remedies.  Solutions that only an assembly of   united inhabitants can provide. As we usher in the next  generation of patriots, leaders,  consumers and moguls, may wisdom  offer insight to steer the city back to the core of its vision. 

She calls it.. Visual- Prose.. featuring lyrical snippets...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rNdI3Btc9h4

I Am.. EXTRACTING SOUND...

 Playing the Drums

Playing the drums feels like a main line to the soul,

 A formidable antidote, an awesome purging of all angst.                                                                                                                

 The quest to consume the silence with crashing waves of vibration.          

So I commenced to beat out confusion, rage, forgiveness on tin 

                                                                                                                                                                   

Redemption, validation came with every knock,  on those skins                                                                                

Tapping, pounding rolling, resounding                                                                                                       

Drilling, banging, clashing  clanging,                                                                                                          

 Seeking no record, accolade nor audience                                                                                                                    

 Just a  passenger of rhythmic teleportation

Pianoforte for the Everyday

So it was finally my turn at the piano keys.                                                                               What was left of this inalienable gift so foolishly ignored?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

A series of once familiar scales and a handful of tunes I'd retained from youth.                        Sheet music has never interested me, even though I can read & locate the notes.                                                                       

Then, I  picked up a few lessons from a gifted artist, my somebody special..

I chose to exercise my musical muscle memory, masquerading as a forgotten talent                  through  spontaneous expression.  

When the left hand chords and the right hand melodies intersect with precision,                      The infinite elegance of freedom and tranquility ascend. 

Music has an astonishing  kind of energy 

Instruments hold a specific type of power. 

 The creative pulse yields incredible moments that hallmark generations.  

Sophisticated Savages, and Classy Cannibals...

How would you characterize  an innovation thrust upon society whose benefit is also its detriment?                                                                                                         

Must the laws of nature  and laws that govern humanity collide or  coincide?                                                                 

Is conspiracy the unraveling of reason or its analysis?                Is denial an asset or a liability?                                                                                                                                                   

Could the  presence of an  altered reality in a technological era, consumed by id serving dominance, erase our collective conscience?       

Is civilization an oxy-moronic  theory that suggests civility always prevails over savagery?                                                           

Tenacity is my greatest attribute despite competing priorities and the passage of time.... Welcome Back Macrocosmic Scripts

There she stood in the doorway, leaning to one side, obviously intoxicated.                           

She could have been anyone's daughter, sister, lover, friend.

Where he took her through the horrors of the court case would annihilate any faith she had left to mend.

Blind Spotted Populist

When you close your eyes to kiss your lover, is that delectable embrace sweeter?

If the power's gone out, could you strike a match and  imagine an electric heater?

During your closed eyes meditative devotional is your God listening closer?

If you closed your eyes and sang out loud, would you appear on the concert poster?

When you close your eyes before plunging into icy waters, as you land will the temperature be warmer?  

When children close  their eyes, while standing in time- out could they  vanish from an isolated corner?

When you close your eyes as they wax, burn and pluck facial hair, does it sting any less?

When you close your eyes, blow then roll the dice, will you awaken to a brimming treasure chest?

When you close your eyes as they draw blood from your weak veins, will it flow stronger?

When you close your eyes during a lecture does the lesson remain in your brain longer?

When you close your eyes to blow out the candles does your wish come true sooner?

If you close your eyes, your ears and mouth would it dismantle  a viscous rumor?

As  you close your eyes to visualize a world with a myriad of endeavors

Would a  blind spotted populist leave eyes desensitized  to injustice forever?

The residents of your hacienda

Every extorted beat gives birth to another lyrical gangster.

Every distorted news feed breathes life into truth manglers.

An army of impostures, soothsayers, and doppelgangers
Meet you along  staircases with  red and blue banisters
Curiosity drives society to hide and seek the answers

Would it be more fashionable to display impeccable manners? 

While you face of those alluring, assurances of  betrayal planners. 

Haunted is the doe eyed mask well worn over the years
Hand spun out of  seasoned dust and molded by our tears.

A paste hardened in the preheated shell of the universe
A disguise on the run that conceals the scabs of a curse

If you crawl back to the alter with merciful pleas for salvation 

Will the clouds part as the angels seat your party's reservation? 

Do you censor your thoughts during sacred meditation

Can you quell the rage that fuels such  righteous  indignation

Has vanity dismembered our sanity with elective surgical procedures?

Is healing and restoration an elite country club for dogmatic believers?

Is self interest, self-indulgence,  self-preservation your entire agenda?

Does dignity, courtesy, tolerance and prudence reside in your hacienda?  

The Historical Context

History can only be documented within the context of power and fortune

American Democracy and its Constitutional Premise cannot divorce itself from  individual liberty. 

Neither  its patriots nor traitors, for both thrive within its borders
  While bias determines their identity.

Modern Reality is shot through a sensational lens where humiliation, fame and isolation collide.

Prying  open the tombs of iconic beacons of  talent & virtue expose an obsession with immortality.

Our fixation with epic heroic adventures are pleas for redemption.

This rebellion of youth no longer serves me today. What time provides is a sieve that strains the excess run-off  from the nutrients.