Bees Make Hexagonal Hiveworks

Daily Freestyle Thought (part 1):

Listening to the multi-worded,
overly verbose MCs of Anti Pop
slop their thoughts thru unchanging style wars
of informational propganda,
suddenly inturrupted by a phone call..


Break.

And here is today's poem. Inspired by the many words of Antipop Consortium:

Bees Make Hexagonal Hiveworks




War in the mid east is tragic and needless,
yet pales in comparison to rising waves on the beaches.
Hurricane's and levee breaches, mass death and disease,
viral fleas, bar codes, species loss and dead seas

And our bees are dying faster than the troops in Iraq,
When the winters freeze kills species they aren't coming back;
and what'll fruit trees do without their pollinators?
Whoever said you have to embody man to be a terminator.

Fine: learn it later, earn your paper, take the wafer [to make you safer]
I'll make a wager that your fates in favor of survival, lest you waver
You know the truth, as do I and it is undeniable
Not just some philosophical abstract where words are pliable

But as fact. We can deal with tact later,
Create our own universe from un-tampered with data.
I plan to convey a way of communicating more information
in shorter time frames slaying the repeat of misunderstand-ation.

Just playing. War and peace requires talks in Sirius Tones:
like dolphins moans across light years that set the tone
for the whole earth zone, not manipulation of the power
and participating in building monuments to make the people cower.

I speak to those who brought showers to drench the earth populace,
disaster and ultimately war to wrench up the face
of our planet. Goddamnit we live peace! and God Bless, you live war
Give to yourselves greater than the earth has in her stores

I speak in meta-in-formation spores, but am much more than pissed
Just give me a second to wind up to the gist
of the sick bureaucratic black magick practicing clique
Practicing rituals written down in extensively in cult lit.

How Tulac burns every spring and rites worship devils…
how hallucinogens are used to pass initiates through the levels…
That’s why their illegal...what if we knew what they knew?
What if information ballooned and we found out the truth?

I vote to drown out the spoofs, Broadcast from the roof
Pod-cast and Kazoo, myspace.com, blogspot and yahoo
Internetted multitude, interstellar space travel has resumed
Lamarckian evolution at last and not a moment too soon!

Blast to the moon, dude that was a past attitude.
The whole class is in the mood for mass gratitude.
Communication at last that permits vast perspective
Introspective omniscient thought pattern direction.

Try and catch my inflection and lessons inscribed.
Self-preaching to teach myself how to settle the sides
and find peace to cease warring parts of my soul
from fighting for control and trying to take hold.

Trying to make gold of ground sold in the craze of rye mold
Haze of days old and past but seeds of evil well sowed.
Now showed to be outmoded but the momentum is massive
Blasting over like bowling balls to pins pacifists acting passive

Pass the spliff and forget the past failures and blows
Possibly prescribing the final solution for those in robes
Foes in the clothes of the leaders your holding close, Stop
Control your woes and realize now is the only moment we've got.


It’s a twinkle in the eye and a nod of the head
A quick turn of the face to show acknowledgement
The Fam is the Fam, and the Illuminati are bright
When the infrastructure crumbles and they turn out the lights

Light up the city in ember and burn down Babylon
Replant the rainforest get these cattle gone
Burn down the bank system to earn my interest
Replant the real hanging gardens to feed the kindred

Stretch your mind to relieve the cobwebs of the state
Stretch your body to receive the touch of the great
Stretch your soul to imagine an infinite web
Stretch your aspects to embody your intricate head.

The next move require little stretch of imagination
As the nation degrades in less than 10 generations.
Please. Our Satan is more than just our past sins
Perhaps it begins with illuminatus occupying our pyramids.

They stole your gold dude, who’s funding the research
To research for dead bees and seas dying on earth?
We need our capital back, before we go the way of old Mars
The stars are filled with planets with nothing remaining but scars.

There is no guarantee we flee this mess and escape
But our fate is a great choice we collectively make
And for now, it’s a few bastards ruling the roost
With an internet giving infinite networks a boost

So all we have to do, is participate in passing truth
Through our interested synaptical friendships and groups
Gridded connections as strong as your dreams
Streams of information are the universal strings.

September 2007