Soul Play

By NSAA 5/01/10
(For Milton Bowens Showing ‘Soul in Acrylic Stereo’)

Let CD play
Record spin
A-track click-in
Cassette tape rotate
Mp3 buffer

Let it play

Earphones
Earbuds
Ear to speaker
Boom box

Sit back, get high–way high
From sound waves
Auditory memories replayed
Projecting images on the back of your eyelids
Life-playback in movie frames
In lockstep on musical cues

Bus
Train
Walking
Driving–
In your–
Luxury,
Beat-up,
Bucket,
Hooptie,
Company or pimped-out ride
On the job
Alone or while making love
It doesn’t matter–

Let that soul play

It is fairy dust
A magic carpet ride
A bean stock rising
It calms the savage beast
And leads mice to there doom
It is the magic elixir

Dance

With drink in hand
On the floor
With someone you just met
Soul-mates for one song
And part ways for evermore
At the last note

Hum
Whistle
Tap
Bang
Air-guitar
Drum
Rock back and forth
Bob your head
Snap your fingers
Pump your fist

Classic never gets old
Godfathers, kings, queens retain their thrones
Because they alone have found the fountain of youth
Pouring out into our ears

Published in: on June 25, 2010 at 5:20 pm  Leave a Comment  

Winding Life

By NSAA 05/24/10

I look out over
The steering wheel
Gazing out into the hidden-winding
Life before me
Fogged over
Thick as pea soup
High beams on
No centerline to follow, only
The sound of the road
Under my tires for guidance
Leading
Possibly over a cliff
Perhaps into a ditch
Probably head first into a lake
Nevertheless
Recklessly I move
Forward
Into the horrific
Or quite possibly
Glorious
Unknown

Published in: on May 24, 2010 at 9:22 am  Leave a Comment  

Peace on Earth

By NSAA 5/19/10

There can be…
No peace if there is profit making war.
No understanding if there is profit in misunderstanding.
No advancement if there is profit in stagnation.
No end to hunger if there is profit in starvation.
No cure if there is profit in sickness.

Published in: on May 19, 2010 at 7:28 pm  Leave a Comment  

Sistah Reads a Poem

By NSAA – 5/18/10

Soul sistah putting it down
One hand in air
Head down
Eyes searching spiral notebook
With paper half torn out
She’s my poetess goddess
Musing in prose
Lights dimmed low
Crowd with ears pressed to air
She almost glows
Maybe it’s her words that glow
Like lightning bugs
Trapped in a jar
Draw me a picture sistah-poet
Here use the palm of my hand

Published in: on May 19, 2010 at 12:47 am  Leave a Comment  

Observation 14 – The Next Thing You Know…

By NSAA 05/06/10

When I was turning 18 my mom warned me in her nagging wisdom, trying to make me take notice on how short life is and hopefully scare me to get my act together, “The next thing you know, you’re going to wake up and be 35.” It didn’t work.

Touching my face this morning I thought about how true those words were. Not that you don’t see it coming its just that moments of clarity are like that. We so often go through life on autopilot because routine makes up 70% of our daily tasks, which may be a low percentage. We leap frog from one conscious moment to the next, our mind blocking out the meaningless day to day drudgery we put it through, like ambient noise, our mind chooses not to hear the humdrum of our lives, how old are you–consciously? We so often never really sit back and take notice of time screaming past us, like that speeding end-of-the-day lightrail you just missed. “What is life really about”, that’s what comes to mind in these moments of clarity, before we sink back into mind numbing quicksand of our day to day lives. Can a person live in a state of perpetual clarity? Is it possible to live 70% of your time totally aware and 30% of the time thinking about how you’re going to get to and back from work and how much vacation time you have left? We live so much in the future never in the now. When I say future I don’t mean the cool future, jet packs and if you met an alien from another planet what would you say, I’m talking about that boring future: what clothes am I going to wear tomorrow, I hope I remember to pick up toilet paper tomorrow we’re almost out, is so-in-so going to send me a passive aggressive email and let me watch that formulaic predictable TV-plotted program so that I can be in the know tomorrow and talk about fictitious characters played by people that are no more exciting then me in real life.

So much of our time is spent in non-clear, downright cloudy, foggy like conditions. That it is no wonder why we are shocked when that cool early morning breeze catches you lying in your bed touching your face and baffled to find yourself older than what you thought you were, and you’re left asking yourself what did I do with my time and was it worth it?

Published in: on May 6, 2010 at 3:57 pm  Leave a Comment  

North Poll Jihad (Happy Earth Day)

By NSAA – 4/21/10

This just in

An elf
Strapped with a suicide vest
Is at this precise moment
At a stakeholders meeting
At the headquarters of the Ford Motor Company

Oh my god!

He just blew himself up
50 people dead, 100 injured
Before detonation
He yelled, “Saint Nick says put this in your tail pipe!”

This just in

Santa Clause has just release a video, authenticated by the CIA
Of him claiming responsibility for the bombing of
the Ford Motor Company
He threatened that if
The modern world doesn’t stop naughtily
Polluting the seas and producing green house gas emissions
That we will incur his wrath, and if another
Ice shelf breaks off he will break his foot off in our…,
Oh my goodness–
Did Santa just say that?

This just in

America has just declared war on the North Poll
Designating Santa Clause as a Terrorist
Bombing will commence tomorrow after the Presidential address
Following the emergency session of Congress

As a response to the “Ford Massacre”
Reindeer all over the country have been rounded up
And placed in interment camps
And all people 4 feet tall and under are to be registered
With Home Land Security at kiosks in
Local shopping stores and malls,
Located for your convenience

In other news,
Children all over are writing Santa
Begging him to stop this madness

This just in

Bombing has begun at, what is widely known as
Santa Clause’s secret base or workshop
Bunker Busters have been deployed
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Elf’s on flying reindeer
Are dropping presents rapped in red ribbon on ships
How cute, maybe this is an attempted apology by Santa
Oh my god they’re bombs!
They just took out an aircraft carrier
Polar bears are rolling over tanks and mauling foot soldiers
Christmas trees are shooting pine needles
Squirrels are using tinsel to choke soldiers to death
Frosty the Snow Man is using his nose as a shank

Rudolf the red nose reindeer was captured earlier but escaped
Who knew he could shoot lasers out that thing

Special Report

How to tell if your child is a Santa Clause Sympathizer or
Sleeper Agent
Does your child go up to strange fat men with white beards and
sit on their lap for no apparent reason?
Does your child try to bribe you with milk and cookies?
Does your child compulsively hide Christmas list in secret stashes
all over the house?
Does your child write Santa begging him for cool presents in
exchange for reducing his or her carbon footprint?
If so than your child could be a sleeper agent
Call this number right away
1 800 SLEEPER
Once again that is 1 800 753 3737

Emergency Broadcast

I am currently reporting from the bathroom of my house
Via cell phone
My child is holding me captive
Come to find out
Children all over the country has taken over by
holding their parents hostage in their bedrooms,
bathrooms and hallway closets

One day before Christmas without notice
They rounded up adults with what appeared to be toy guns
(but to our shock can shoot out a strange yellow glittery laser ray)
Right now I hear them singing Christmas Carols of victory

This just in

Slipped under my door
I have just received a statement to read to you
(or else)

It reads:

Dear citizens of the United States

Due to your naughty behavior instead of putting coal in your stockings I have opted to overthrow your government and disband your armies. Your children and I are now in control and will rule your lives from this point onward because you suck at it. Have a marry Christmas and a more evergreen society to you, Ho, Ho, Ho

-Long Live Santa, All Hail Our New King

Published in: on April 23, 2010 at 5:56 pm  Leave a Comment  

BL Kennedy Documentary

By NSAA – 4/23/10
Dedicated to BL Kennedy on his last day hosting Luna’s Unplugged

Poet, Poet
(Whisper, Whisper)
Poet, Poet
(Ring, Ring)
Poet, Poet
(Chatter, Chatter)
Poet, Poet
(Blah, Blah)

Hard look over crowd–

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, I’M READING!”

Published in: on April 23, 2010 at 5:53 pm  Leave a Comment  

Poem: Puzzle Book of Life

by NSAA – 2001

Puzzle book opens
Numerous puzzles to choose from
Puzzles of different complexity and type
Turn to the connect-the-dots page
Begin your game

Dot to dot

Find a form
Search for a recognizable figure

Dot to dot

“No that can’t be right.”
erase your last line
Okay, that looks right.”
draw a new course

From start to finish
Draw your way through
Until the picture is, in your mind, complete

Search

Dot to dot

From start to finish
Trying to find your way
Trying to find a picture that is recognizable

Dot to dot

“No that can’t be right”
Regretting your last decision
“Okay, that looks right.”
As you change paradigms
But connect-the-dots is just one puzzle
There are hundreds, thousands of puzzles within you of
Different complexity and type
Puzzles like identity, sexuality, occupation

Puzzles leading to other puzzles
A “is there a God puzzle” leads to a
“What religion will I observe puzzle.”

Sad-to-say there are no one-fits-all puzzle
Each person is unique
You cannot copy another person’s completed puzzle
and achieve completion

At birth your puzzle book opens
You live your life one puzzle at a time
One decision at a time
Trying to complete as many puzzles as possible
Before the book closes

Published in: on April 22, 2010 at 1:08 pm  Leave a Comment  

Observation 13 – Acceptance vs. Settling

By NSAA 3/28/10

—-
playing with her stretch marks
I realized that I accept her,
her imperfections and that
they
in no way diminish what I think
about her,
nor do they mar her beauty,
she is a beautifully imperfect
goddess
—-

Acceptance is a strange thing, a truth thing. When you accept something it’s about the truth of a matter. I’m not the best writer in the world and I accept that, but acceptance doesn’t mean I will stop growing, and stop trying to become the best writer I can be. I realized that at my gig last night, that I might not have been the best performer or receive highest praise at the end of my set. But I write, sing and poet because I breathe, think and have a heartbeat, it is my truth, unfortunate for some audiences.

Acceptance is about the truth of you, what you are, what you are going through. The best thing that can emotionally happen to a person is the realization through humbling events of what and who you are really. Reminds us to be humbly human and work to discard jealousy through acceptance of self and others and their gifts. The fact is on my bad or mediocre performance days someone out there is having a good or great one. Lately I’ve been backing away from things, trying to find the core of me, the kernel truth of me. Old things I use to do I’ve put aside because they were done with others in mind and not my heart in mind. I have taken a pause to ask why I do what I do. Maybe the answer can lead me to a fuller and more satisfying life. But this line of thinking got me to thinking. What does it mean to settle? And when is a good time to settle?

Settling is about the road of least resistance. It is the way of nature and of compromise. A stream meandering down a mountain cuts its way using the route of least resistance, finding weaknesses in the topography that give way easily to water pressure. Evolution is like this too. According to my old biology class years ago, humans aren’t perfect like the ancient Greek carved statues, nature settled on the human form not because it is optimal or beautiful. Evolution doesn’t make decisions because it wants to make the human form better but because it settled on a form that is good enough, not great but alright. Evolution is about the survival of the fittest. I always thought this meant the best of the best. But my biology teacher put me straight, it’s about the best suited, the best fitted for the job in a certain environment. (i.e. A dolphin can out swim you but you can beat it in a foot race). Settling is not a truth thing but rather a survival thing.

Knowing the truth of a situation can help you know where to settle. Many years ago, I had an assisting job, I thought because I assisted someone middle-up in the company his position gave me position and power, regardless of me just starting at entry level (I know I was naive). I came to find out that that wasn’t true; I was everyone’s assistant plus his. This was a hard and embarrassing lesson to learn but well worth it. Instead of me trying to strike deals and reaching settlements and agreements to get work done, I was telling people what I expected, very embarrassing. But to my defense it didn’t state this fact in the job description that I was hired under; nevertheless, lesson learned. If you accept a distorted truth you are headed for trouble.

There are pros and cons to acceptance and settling because truth is relative. Because every person has their own truth or perspective this can make acceptance a very powerful motivator, hindrance or catastrophe. If you accept a belief system as truth that acceptance can lead you to help the helpless, stand up for rights, perpetuate a misunderstanding or strap a bomb to your chest. Settling on the other hand is just as powerful. To settle can resolve conflicts, pass a bill or unjustly sail an innocent person down the river. When a street missionary approach you and say, “Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your personal savior?” This statement or question is very serious as well as the answer you give. Acceptance is a big deal.

There are those I admire. People that could settle but don’t even though they risk a life of not being taken seriously, or persecution. Ralph Nader comes to mind, he’s not popular right now, but he doesn’t settle. He could’ve very easily sat back and rest on his past consumer protection victories won that has saved countless lives. But he believes whole heartedly in the idea of the America of the constitution. Each time he run for president he puts us all to the test challenging our ideas of democracy, pushing the rules of the constitution in our face. His actions speak to me loudly “do we settle for a two party system or do we accept the truth that democracy put forth, that every candidate has to earn our vote that anyone that meets the constitutional requirements has the right to run for president”. I remember before him running for office I accepted that I had no choice but now I root for him and yes sometimes vote for him; maybe I just like people that upset apple carts, but admittedly he hasn’t done anything wrong, and any argument against him is a settling argument, not saying settling is wrong. He is like a political artist to me, evoking a response. I feel if you don’t like what he’s saying please don’t vote for him, but don’t say someone shouldn’t vote for him because it’s a throw away vote and bagger him not to run for office, it’s his right and very American. Run, Forrest Run.

But most things have a mixture of acceptance and settling. By accepting certain truths you can have a guideline on which things to settle on. But some things can’t be settled. Take the Israeli Palestinian conflict for instance. There is no settling there. The Dome of the Rock was built right on top of where Solomon’s temple uses to be. You can’t share a holy site. Its like if your grandmother was buried on top of my grandmother, who owns the burial plot. Every time I see you there paying respects, I’m going to get upset because it’s a reminder that you will always be a part of my life. And neither party can do anything about it besides all out war.

Published in: on March 28, 2010 at 8:23 pm  Leave a Comment  

Observation 12 – Player vs. Player Hater

By NSAA 3/27/10

“Player Hater”, this term has always baffled me until recently, and found myself using it seriously for the first time; of course the way I used it might not have been the proper way, sometimes me and slang don’t have an understanding. I guess anyone can have a player hater moment (you can hate on someone because they are so awesome right now, like they win the lottery, and you can think, “Oh they think they’re the ish”). But mostly it means, in a basic explanation, that you are trying to get your Mac on and someone comes along and try to sabotage your Mac-age; or it can mean that someone is jealous of what you have (woman, car, house, position) and is talking negative behind your back trying to tarnish your shine. But I want to use this term in another way. I’m not that in to sports but let’s use a sports metaphor, basketball.

Say you’re playing hoops outside, nothing major 2 on 2, you’re having a good game, you’re about to take a shot and your friend on the sideline is watching you play, every once in a while rooting for you, takes a mirror out of their pocket, right when you’re about to make your shot, and shine sun in your eyes (I know this sounds like an afterschool special). And when that doesn’t knock you off your game, they come off the sidelines and play with the other team against you, okay it sounds like a demented dream now. A little about me I’m not a player when it comes to women never been that good at hiding my true intentions, but I do love women. I’m not a con, meaning I don’t play games to swindle people out of money, but I try to make money the best I can. I’m a player in the game of business, nothing major; I am a lowly self-employed self-slave trying to make ends meet as honestly as possible. So when a friend of mine works against me behind the scenes is revealed it make’s me want to sit on the bench and take a water break. How does one stay conscious in this situation? Do you back off, confront or go tit for tat?

Of course this life is not a game to me, and I must repent from the idea of reducing human beings to mere players in a game; in a game that really don’t have any winners: we all die in the end. I heard an expression once, don’t know where it came from, it went something like this: live life from the perspective of your death bed. Pretty good huh? We hear over and over again on how you gain clarity on your death bed, seeing the difference between the chaff and the wheat in your life, the difference between the fake and false; between the non-important and the important and when to let things slide, come to think of it cream always rises to the top. Plus maybe they, my sideline rooting sabotaging friend, is having a momentary player hater moment and will be cool after everything is over and done. Life is too short, be at peace playa.

Published in: on March 27, 2010 at 9:54 pm  Leave a Comment  
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