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Once I speak my peace thru this piece I hope to increase an awareness of this beast at least give me a chance and not shutter at first glance
but
close your lens allowing darkness to ascend
your thougts
to a place which depends
on you
being willing to part and transcend
onto a plain in which geometrics obtain
while biometrics frame and scan your brain
searching for your identity uniquiely branded for you
but still satellites detect the few who
recognize the grand scheme
living in the belly's dream
political feigns seem to appear as though
repititiously wanting you to know
its TIME for a change
Change of the guard
placing the cap stone on the pyramid -
GOD-
has sent mounds of warnings pulling the alarm
but we're under the spell
in babylon we continue to farm
barron fields that will only yield emptiness

Yearning for names sewn upon tags
microchips ironclad clothes
reading your life within a wireless poll
In your face
they call myspace but who owns the domain
The order of the new world is in your screen name

Big Brothers reality has got your code
Info super highway is a suductive road
Just cut and paste embed you're traced
password laced
They know what you eat, shit, drink,
and how you taste
The whole world is online invisible it may seem
The Minority Report is no longer Deja Vu thru laser beam

We are fighting for rights that don't even matter
IMs and texting taking the place of chit-chatter
Programmed favorites keeps you in tune
Down to the point of when to let flowers bloom
They can exhume tooms of Pharohs thru google earth
There will be no sperm or egg needed for this nation to rebirth

Watch it upload open your hard drive in safe mode
Open you lens I want to digitally expose
Spiritual warfare thru your cellular frequency
chemical germs released recently
consuming anti-histamines at a concerning rate
producing an outburst of ailments without proper grub on your plate
The bees don't pollinate
There is a contaminate in and shortage of
Home grown / imported food
It looks as though everyone has a disorder of mood
Or has been touched with cancer
Acting as though they're seaching for answers
Instead living life I feel like a dancer
tryin to keep in step with a choregraphed routine
stepping outside of my natural rythmic genes
i leans and i rock with my delishious flava clock
i drop it like its hot and i'm hot when it's not
the polar caps melt messing with my pot
and live stock on the block girls look 20 unpredictable like foxx
pickin up dudes with names like joc yung dro ya'll know
its cataclysmic enslavement of the masses
i ask this
can you take off those rose color stunna glasses
and
close your lens allow darkness to ascend
your thougts
to a place which depends
on you
being willing to part
crtl, alt, delete
restart

copyright 2007 O.N.E.I.

Barracks Playground

Running thru the fields I see daisy weeds
Lost beads and broken swings, abandoned dreams
arguments between dope feigns,
Dirty kids pickin' teams, playin' tag dancin' to sirens.

I see broken glass of long nights passed,
dead birds and cats, street dogs and trash,
hustlers mingling to protect their stash,
prostitutes strutting in my path.
Rimless back boards and ball-less courts,
graffiti on walls, empty packs of Newport's.

I see monkey bars, hot sliding boards,
kids jumping rope with old extension cords.
Bathrooms locked shut, water fountain pressure low,
faded hop-scotch lines which way to go?

I see merry-go-rounds that don't spin around,
see-saws that just go down.
Baseball cages dying of rust, night lights on half them bust.
Grass real high needs to be cut,
running thru the fields I see daises and such.

Police lockin' up the neighborhood drunk,
young boys learning how to dunk.
Girls keepin' rhythm jumping double-dutch,
pig-tails boucin' from a mothers touch.

Running in the field I hear radios blare,
with forties on the curb that cool boys share.
I see the window woman with a cold hard stare.
I see two men walking that look like a pair.
Hormonal teens playin' truth or dare,
one year olds walking with feet thats bare

Running thru the fields I see my whole life,
so I keep on running right towards THE LIGHT

O.N.E.I.

copyright 2001

o.n.e.i.
copyright 2001

What It Means To Me

Poems are like medicine for my mind,
You'll understand if you're my kind.
Poems are like a sedative deep into the night,
When I am sleep and my mind takes flight.
Poems are my salvation when I hang on the cross,
Thoughts bring me to a road to which I'm lost.
Poems are rosary beads touched with pen,
For all the times I want to give in.

Poems are my enemies of all ghosts past,
Haunting and taunting me they even laugh.
Poems are suicide letters written in despair,
When I can't feel or see an nobody out there.
Poems touch me and I touch them back,
They reflect my love even when I lack.

Poems are nothing, yes everything,
All.
Something like my final call covering in covenant
As an ole woman's shawl.
Poems are intricate small and deep,
An intimate introspection into me.

Poems are solitude for the multitude in a tube of tunnel vision,
Sharp incision definition of division
Between streets and prisons.
Poems are reminders of past inflictions with no convictions.
Never read causing repetition of mission turned purpose,
Analyzing those who hurt us.
Code name murderous.

Poems are the truth told in tone initiated with vocal moans,
Secret yet not unknown uniforms rare resided in catacombs.
Mummified for those qualified.
In silence they hide scriptures, provide elixers,
With a mixture they're a strong fixture.

Poems are a seance with spirits,
Experience varies in degrees,
Some reach in blazin', some naturally.

Poems are tickets to freedom,
A train of thought in motion, full of devotion
With a small quotient
Over standing the meaning of a poem

O.N.E.I.

copyright 2001

o.n.e.i.
copyright 2001

Seeded Grapes

Vibes are the vine to divine intertwine,
like a spine an invisible line,
an indivisible kind.
But not visible to the naked eye separated in parts,
something like the heart
each has its own duty
tryin' to reach its mark.
On course of course like light and dark.
Emotion, energy, synergy creating bark or skin
like trees the breeze nature's within.
Be alive not survive, rhythms and vibes.
Listen closely let it be your Guide.

O.N.E.I.

copyright 2001

o.n.e.i.
copyright 2000

Coal

Cyber-sex began on pen and pad
Whose mental is on point
Like gift of gab
Yet exact as gentle
The deepest sentimental
Foreplay with the dental
Manifest with the pencil
Tongues be the stencil
Thoughts spark the kindle
While separated in limbo
It's suitable unrootable
Beautiful yet unusual

O.N.E.I.
copyright 2000

My Mind

whats on my mind and in my mind i wouldnt mind saying
only if the words could stop this world from morally decaying
reduce the mind game playing
reintroduce spirituality and cease mindless praying
if only the verbs strung together could keep on conveying
whats on my mind and in my mind i wouldnt mind saying

the heaviness in my mind upsets the cosmos
causing most to host a dose of some of me
yet not all and i call out to like minds
to bind the time
lost in a space that never existed
yet i can't resist it in case
you paused i stand right fisted for all in all
whats on my mind i find deep dark crimes outlined
in orange and blue hues
using my tools i dig and share and blog and tware
i mean twit and hit and comment on shit
that don't even matter because its gray
in my mind i am behind the nine
inhaling a line puffing a dime sipping the
sweetness of the vine
buying carpeted pine boxes
while lying with foxes its toxic
my mind

By O.N.E.I.
copyright 2009

Mental Health In America

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The Gully

I have heard about the hard money times . I have watched people cut back on some things but we have only now started to feel what some have felt for years. So I will keep this one short. Welcome America to the color reality ! Now you will see the true feeling of black and white !

o.n.e.i.
2009

Real Time

Real time. As in, as we speak. Real time has really forced us to operate in a delayed state waiting for the update. Allowing us to fill in otherwise meaningful space and time with sublime real time frames behind the ongoing pains. Media take out fake out our senses. We miss the glimpses of our children, aging parents, our aging faces which are apparent in real advertisements. Caught in the digital circus and unspoken divide stay in the moment its real momentum is live.
O.N.E.I. (c) 2009