Javier Perez re:Creation(ism) (Dedicated to Poets) In the beginning The poet recreated the Heavens and the Earth Out of the abyss, a thread of sound The poet began to undo all that you see and weave together all that you don’t see, writing existence into truth. Each period, a portal to the Source. Line after line, but never confusing iambic meters for perimeters While emcee poets are critiquin the notion of a uni-verse, flowin in multi-verse. And on Day 1 The poet spoke: ‘Let there be light!’ Let there be hope Before flesh, corners, war, and definitions Let there be Truth The pen beams light into consciousness Then the poet engraves ink on a white page: Let there be dark! Because darkness is where light is kept secret where light penetrates to the core But light first came out of the dark, so only returns like a reflection Let light and dark equate in oneness. It was evening, it was morning On Day 2 The poet spoke: ‘Separate water from water’ Forming the sky as a rug for meditation and the ocean as wisdom For prayer is the poet’s bass and sea rhythm his snare Producin the rhyme because we believe in the esoteric patterns connecting future dust and spinal monuments to the now. Sky and ocean flow through poetry because they are the medicine Poet, essential healer who uses the pre-fix to heal before the wound has manifested. It was evening, it was morning On Day 3 The poet spoke: “Land, appear!” Grow trees as teachers imparting the art of inverting Atlas the heavens on their shoulders and their toes rooted in earthliness. Fruits’ nector to the flow Of seasons’ tempos. Masters of breath, poets trace the source of violent windstorms to the diaphragm capture life and death in the soils of metaphor The passions of truth within the physics of syntax The poet speaks landscapes unto the body It was evening, it was morning Day 4 The poet spoke: Populate the heavens with sun until heart and skin converse in a soleterraneous language Fill the sky with stars. Because media intoxicates we’ve begun to base our movements on the wrong ‘stars’ Takin Hollywood serious while the Sirius binary system fades behind Siri Use…stardust, poet to express soul matter(s) to make the ghettos incarnations of the constellations And make the moon the chorus to these night-and-day jams Until DJs no longer dig in the crates but rather dig into craters and have us dancing with moon rocks in our shoes Until the party gets poppin with music so hot blastin’ from the solar systems In the basements of lunar prisms Let the whole block reshape into a circular cipher And we all pass out drunk on poetic funk It was evenin’, it was mornin’ On Day 5 The poet spoke: “Birds, fly through the sky” show us how to soar against gravity “Fish and all sea life, swarm the ocean” teach us how to swim in our own bodies teach us not to drown in our tears It was evening, it was morning And on Day 6 The poet re-creates man re-frames thought liberates self Usin verbs to move spirit-substance into action adjectives to describe the unseen to the Third nouns to reveal the myth of categories Praise the freestyle as the sacred path to universal form The poet sits cross-legged on instrumentals until the Word becomes instrumental to survival ‘Til language becomes cause and effect The Cause: Sound Effects ‘Cause rhythm, once felt in every bodily cell, frees the masses from every mental cell The poet redefines man and woman beyond the dichotomy of man and woman humanity according to essence; in this act of creation we rename all things, beings, and notions: Love It was eve(ning), it was mourning On Day 7 The poet rested but only briefly For the poem is never complete The poem is (wo)man incarnate from godly stuff and earthly material When the universal is calling, the poet answers using microphonetics The poet’s heart is an ever-spinning vinyl ever-remixing Christ, Ra, Vishnu, Allah, Buddha, Kukulkán, etc. Poets! We must let the beats bump you must make the beats bump make beats bump! For we have been silenced into brail existence We say: let the beats rock until they echo the spirit of Aboriginal rock art We are the bridge to the ancient, the Source. To the poets who do this for money or fame: Come correct. Physiologically, the voiceless must ‘feel you’ We, the people, must feel you We aint feelin’ u! Learn to reveal man as cultivator of self-divinity through the mirrors separating performer & audience, writer & reader. Undoing and Re-doing all that is Creativity is what’s meant by: “we are made in God’s image” It was even-ing, It was more-ning
Posted on: Fri, 31 Jan 2014 12:53:37 +0000
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