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Showing posts with label mark of the beast. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mark of the beast. Show all posts

7.5.10

Textile Tapestry


Sometimes I am misunderstood by the way I express myself. At times I can be innovative or I take the old me off the shelf.

I think that I am often misunderstood because I try to appease each and everyone of you so I stand out as if I am constantly being interviewed.

I have been around this world making statements, lending my expertise to the causes of humanity, yet some still feel I am just concerned with shallow vanity.

However, this is furthest from the truth! I never wanted you to be enslaved by my fruits! It is man who labels me and charges a fee when my expression is always free!

I am so misunderstood yet I keep showing up but it is not me who corrupts fabrics dividing mankind. I don't command a runway with seasonal changes or generational times.

I am simple as a fig leaf figuratively speaking; free flowing as a grass skirt. My hues vary from red clay to dark brown dirt. I simply desire to protect and provide a daily revival promoting individual style. I can be classy or flashy, but always filled with passion!

I am an icon, I am Fashion.

Written by ONEI 2010

27.4.09

2057


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.

5.4.09

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