'tip' by the hypesters
interesting...
Thursday, 4 November 2010
Wednesday, 8 September 2010
I's like WORD!
I’s like word!
Eyes all bulged out in a mind choking on what they heard…
I’s like take it!
I’s like, burn!
I’s like dance…
Burn n*gger!
Dance…
Burn!
Dance!
Burn!
Dance!
Burn in the toppling fat fires of your fierce material desires you proud miserly fool!
I’s like shoo! Go home, back home back to Godhead…
Child’s like ‘NO!’
Eyes all bulged out in a mind choking on what they heard…
I’s like take it!
I’s like, burn!
I’s like dance…
Burn n*gger!
Dance…
Burn!
Dance!
Burn!
Dance!
Burn in the toppling fat fires of your fierce material desires you proud miserly fool!
I’s like shoo! Go home, back home back to Godhead…
Child’s like ‘NO!’
Monday, 6 September 2010
dwellers of 'The Fifth Grove.'
Dwellers of The Fifth Grove...
To those in your guise...
From where they fall,
Your shadows will stand erect from out the inside of those walls.
To dirty dance entranced in the sound of your demise…
Solid enough to be grabbed and hurled to the ground,
Hissing towards that dry hardness,
Where they will hit and shatter into hundreds of silent pieces, and then merge with the souls of our feet to sickly walk the paths to which we’re all bound…
These ghosts are now your children.
Food for the hype…
Riddled by the many trends fashioned from the latest hatred in this era’s slave trade.
Building blocks for the old hollow that shifts in fancy word jugglery to praise the dead with failed attempts to corrupt Absolute Truth…
And the divided dogs will bark themselves to bits in that night,
Fed by a fear of hunger, became fools who’d kill for this incredible stereotype,
As mad colorful beings stand in the white to sh*t this darkness into sight…
To those in your guise...
From where they fall,
Your shadows will stand erect from out the inside of those walls.
To dirty dance entranced in the sound of your demise…
Solid enough to be grabbed and hurled to the ground,
Hissing towards that dry hardness,
Where they will hit and shatter into hundreds of silent pieces, and then merge with the souls of our feet to sickly walk the paths to which we’re all bound…
These ghosts are now your children.
Food for the hype…
Riddled by the many trends fashioned from the latest hatred in this era’s slave trade.
Building blocks for the old hollow that shifts in fancy word jugglery to praise the dead with failed attempts to corrupt Absolute Truth…
And the divided dogs will bark themselves to bits in that night,
Fed by a fear of hunger, became fools who’d kill for this incredible stereotype,
As mad colorful beings stand in the white to sh*t this darkness into sight…
motherly love
Motherly love,
What with brief relief from that which you might have not understood.
Though We may prostitute ourselves,
With the hope that in the end, It will not all mean a thing…
Give freedom,
A name fit for that wild girl child without a wish to be won,
Yet feed on their passion to will,
And kill us all off,
With the hows of how they became beautiful when ‘The Man’ finally gave them back to our world,
Armed to the tooth, with Molotov cocktails, and the isms of femininity,
To burn their woman down to that crisp of toasty brown,
Back to the filth out of which they were formed,
With clenched fists, and smiling teeth,
Before they were all declared found.
What with brief relief from that which you might have not understood.
Though We may prostitute ourselves,
With the hope that in the end, It will not all mean a thing…
Give freedom,
A name fit for that wild girl child without a wish to be won,
Yet feed on their passion to will,
And kill us all off,
With the hows of how they became beautiful when ‘The Man’ finally gave them back to our world,
Armed to the tooth, with Molotov cocktails, and the isms of femininity,
To burn their woman down to that crisp of toasty brown,
Back to the filth out of which they were formed,
With clenched fists, and smiling teeth,
Before they were all declared found.
Tuesday, 17 August 2010
Forever Lost
Forever lost, let your forevers be over so you may start anew without a hidden cost.
As the ripples begun to crack revealing a beautiful, intricate network of pathways leading ultimately to death,
Stood ‘crazy’, struggling to catch my breath, self reflecting rejecting the title of MC so I could clear see sound revealing the true me lost deep in the dark of this depth.
See,
I know you think you're young and want to floss with the girls...
But man you're wasting time and getting tossed by the world...
You’re readily accepting strife on the bodily platform of life,
Steadily chasing the hype with your mind in place of a knife,
Miserly wasting this life, struggling to worship a wife.
Hungrily snatching at night, hurriedly scheming of heights,
Deep in the thick of this cut, dead in the depth of your gut.
You dance in illusion and refuse to submit to the light,
Destroyed in the thick of the fight, totally robbed of your sight,
Maddened with greed as you kill for your meat thinking its sweet and so eager to savour the bight.
Yes!
Forever lost, let your forevers be over so you may start anew without a hidden cost.
Mouthfuls of nonsense!
That’s how stool escapes the eaters’ breath and confess to his ignorance complex!
So don't say a word coz I know what you're bound to say next...
Stinky, disturbing animal like sounds, sound describing exactly how you've become bound, come to embrace the madness you've become.
Tight wound!
Full-fledged lies forming freely at the tips of your fork tipped tongue... fast!
Carelessly shooting like unskilled hands holding a gun, shooting at the self, calling it fun
Openly boasting of a wealth you never had!
Mad crisp after the sense objects…
Thoughtless…
Forever lost, let your forevers be over so you may start anew without a hidden cost.
And nudist women raise nudist children.
Proud of what it is they know they do not know they're doing,
Born to be raped within the dirt of this material manifestation,
Smoothly swooning beastly men who know exactly what they're doing.
As the ripples begun to crack revealing a beautiful, intricate network of pathways leading ultimately to death,
Stood ‘crazy’, struggling to catch my breath, self reflecting rejecting the title of MC so I could clear see sound revealing the true me lost deep in the dark of this depth.
See,
I know you think you're young and want to floss with the girls...
But man you're wasting time and getting tossed by the world...
You’re readily accepting strife on the bodily platform of life,
Steadily chasing the hype with your mind in place of a knife,
Miserly wasting this life, struggling to worship a wife.
Hungrily snatching at night, hurriedly scheming of heights,
Deep in the thick of this cut, dead in the depth of your gut.
You dance in illusion and refuse to submit to the light,
Destroyed in the thick of the fight, totally robbed of your sight,
Maddened with greed as you kill for your meat thinking its sweet and so eager to savour the bight.
Yes!
Forever lost, let your forevers be over so you may start anew without a hidden cost.
Mouthfuls of nonsense!
That’s how stool escapes the eaters’ breath and confess to his ignorance complex!
So don't say a word coz I know what you're bound to say next...
Stinky, disturbing animal like sounds, sound describing exactly how you've become bound, come to embrace the madness you've become.
Tight wound!
Full-fledged lies forming freely at the tips of your fork tipped tongue... fast!
Carelessly shooting like unskilled hands holding a gun, shooting at the self, calling it fun
Openly boasting of a wealth you never had!
Mad crisp after the sense objects…
Thoughtless…
Forever lost, let your forevers be over so you may start anew without a hidden cost.
And nudist women raise nudist children.
Proud of what it is they know they do not know they're doing,
Born to be raped within the dirt of this material manifestation,
Smoothly swooning beastly men who know exactly what they're doing.
Friday, 13 August 2010
Je suis Africain
I Am An African by Wayne Visser
French Translation
Je suis Africain
Pas parce que je suis né là-bas
Mais parce que mon coeur bat avec celui de l’Afrique
Je suis Africain
Pas parce que ma peau est noire
Mais parce que mon esprit est occupé par l’Afrique
Je suis Africain
Pas parce que je vis sur sa terre
Mais parce que mon âme est chez elle en Afrique
Quand l’Afrique sanglote pour ses enfants
Mes joues sont tachées de larmes
Quand l’Afrique honore ses anciens
Ma tête se baisse par respect
Quand l’Afrique pleure pour ses victimes
Mes mains se joignent pour prier
Quand l’Afrique célèbre ses triomphes
Mes pieds dansent pleins de vie
Je suis Africain
Parce que ses ciels bleus me laissent sans voix
Et que je suis plein d’espoir pour son avenir
Je suis Africain
Parce que son peuple m’accueille comme un fils
Et m’enseigne le sens de communauté
Je suis Africain
Parce que son état sauvage abreuve mon esprit
Et me rapproche de l’origine de la vie
Quand la musique de l’Afrique bat dans le vent
Mes battements de coeur suivent son rythme
Et je deviens l'essence du son
Quand les couleurs de l’Afrique éblouissent au soleil
Mes sens s’abreuvent à son arc-en-ciel
Et je deviens la palette de la Nature
Quand les histoires d’Afrique se racontent autour du feu
Mes pas marchent dans les siens
Et je deviens une empreinte de l’histoire
Je suis Africain
Parce qu’elle est le berceau de notre naissance
Et nourrit une ancienne sagesse
Je suis Africain
Parce qu’elle vit à l’ombre du monde
Et explose avec une luminosité radieuse
Je suis Africain
Parce qu’elle est la terre de demain
Et je reconnais ses dons comme sacrés
Creative Commons 2005
Translation by Cyrille Jegu & Clemence Viel 2010
French Translation
Je suis Africain
Pas parce que je suis né là-bas
Mais parce que mon coeur bat avec celui de l’Afrique
Je suis Africain
Pas parce que ma peau est noire
Mais parce que mon esprit est occupé par l’Afrique
Je suis Africain
Pas parce que je vis sur sa terre
Mais parce que mon âme est chez elle en Afrique
Quand l’Afrique sanglote pour ses enfants
Mes joues sont tachées de larmes
Quand l’Afrique honore ses anciens
Ma tête se baisse par respect
Quand l’Afrique pleure pour ses victimes
Mes mains se joignent pour prier
Quand l’Afrique célèbre ses triomphes
Mes pieds dansent pleins de vie
Je suis Africain
Parce que ses ciels bleus me laissent sans voix
Et que je suis plein d’espoir pour son avenir
Je suis Africain
Parce que son peuple m’accueille comme un fils
Et m’enseigne le sens de communauté
Je suis Africain
Parce que son état sauvage abreuve mon esprit
Et me rapproche de l’origine de la vie
Quand la musique de l’Afrique bat dans le vent
Mes battements de coeur suivent son rythme
Et je deviens l'essence du son
Quand les couleurs de l’Afrique éblouissent au soleil
Mes sens s’abreuvent à son arc-en-ciel
Et je deviens la palette de la Nature
Quand les histoires d’Afrique se racontent autour du feu
Mes pas marchent dans les siens
Et je deviens une empreinte de l’histoire
Je suis Africain
Parce qu’elle est le berceau de notre naissance
Et nourrit une ancienne sagesse
Je suis Africain
Parce qu’elle vit à l’ombre du monde
Et explose avec une luminosité radieuse
Je suis Africain
Parce qu’elle est la terre de demain
Et je reconnais ses dons comme sacrés
Creative Commons 2005
Translation by Cyrille Jegu & Clemence Viel 2010
Sunday, 27 June 2010
African Dream by Wayne Visser
AFRICAN DREAM
By Wayne Visser
My Africa!
As white-hot skies give way to bloodshot red
I breathe a sigh and rest my laden head
As dark descends and blinking stars pierce through
I close my weary eyes and dream of you
I dream a dream of genesis
Of teeming wildlife on the plains
I hear a tale of Eden’s bliss
Of sparks of knowledge fanned to flames
I dream a dream of beating drums
Of painted caves and hunters’ bow
I hear the voice of ancient ones
Who weave the web of what we know
I dream a dream of exodus
Of journeys over land and sea
I hear the song of restlessness
That swells with longing to be free
I run with cheetahs, graze with deer
I hunt with lions, know no fear
I soar with eagles, hide in dales
I swim with dolphins, sing with whales
I throb with music in the air
I see the swirl of rainbow flair
I feel the stomp of dancing feet
I sweat with fever’s tropic heat
I gaze into the firelight
I sit in silence, pure delight
I listen to the elders’ words
I rise upon the wings of birds
The rivers are flowing
The brown dust turned to green
The harvests are growing
In my African dream
The fathers are yearning
The mothers’ love redeems
The children are learning
In my African dream
The peace-buds are blooming
The hope-streets freshly clean
The love-stalls are booming
In my African dream
As visions fade, all blurred and bled
My world unwinds like loosened thread
As daylight breaks and jet sky turns to blue
I wake refreshed with glorious dreams of you
My Africa!
By Wayne Visser
My Africa!
As white-hot skies give way to bloodshot red
I breathe a sigh and rest my laden head
As dark descends and blinking stars pierce through
I close my weary eyes and dream of you
I dream a dream of genesis
Of teeming wildlife on the plains
I hear a tale of Eden’s bliss
Of sparks of knowledge fanned to flames
I dream a dream of beating drums
Of painted caves and hunters’ bow
I hear the voice of ancient ones
Who weave the web of what we know
I dream a dream of exodus
Of journeys over land and sea
I hear the song of restlessness
That swells with longing to be free
I run with cheetahs, graze with deer
I hunt with lions, know no fear
I soar with eagles, hide in dales
I swim with dolphins, sing with whales
I throb with music in the air
I see the swirl of rainbow flair
I feel the stomp of dancing feet
I sweat with fever’s tropic heat
I gaze into the firelight
I sit in silence, pure delight
I listen to the elders’ words
I rise upon the wings of birds
The rivers are flowing
The brown dust turned to green
The harvests are growing
In my African dream
The fathers are yearning
The mothers’ love redeems
The children are learning
In my African dream
The peace-buds are blooming
The hope-streets freshly clean
The love-stalls are booming
In my African dream
As visions fade, all blurred and bled
My world unwinds like loosened thread
As daylight breaks and jet sky turns to blue
I wake refreshed with glorious dreams of you
My Africa!
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