FILTH Vol. 1 Front (aug.0506)

A great friend of mine had an idea and came up with this sort of look and feel for the front of our flyer (thanks Chong! :))

FILTH Vol. 1 Back (aug.0506)
I did this side
To be honest I'm actually surprised how well it came out. Well, I think so anyway :)

The second gig in the series

FILTH Vol.2 Front (eta Sept.0206)


FILTH Vol.2 Back (eta Sept.0206)

More to come... :)

One of "those" things

OK, so I generally don't do these things, but I came acrosss this today and thought What the Hell.

ABOUT ME
Name:	Patrick
Birthday:	20 February 1977
Birthplace:	Johannesburg
Current Location:	Fourways at a friends house
Eye Color:	blue
Hair Color:	long brown/auburn
Height:	5'6"
Right Handed or Left Handed:	Right, but depends on what I'm using my hands for ;)
Your Heritage:	South African, Irish, Dutch
The Shoes You Wore Today:	Converse slip-ons
Your Weakness:	What weakness?
Your Fears:	None
Your Perfect Pizza:	Hawaiian with Avocado
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:	Be self-employed
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:	lol or brb
Thoughts First Waking Up:	More Sleeeeep......zzzzzzz
Your Best Physical Feature:	*censored*
Your Bedtime:	When i pass out
Your Most Missed Memory:	My combined 18th birthday present from 2 girls I went to school with.
Pepsi or Coke:	Neither, but if I had to, Coke would be preferable
MacDonalds or Burger King:	Neither
Single or Group Dates:	Single, but don't mind either
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:	Neither, they both suck.
Chocolate or Vanilla:	Both
Cappuccino or Coffee:	Cappuccino
Do you Smoke:	Yes
Do you Swear:	Not a fucking chance :)
Do you Sing:	Only if you lock me in a cage & call me Tweety
Do you Shower Daily:	Yup
Have you Been in Love:	Yes
Do you want to go to College:	No, I prefer to learn as I go.
Do you want to get Married:	Maybe, but only if we're right for each other.
Do you belive in yourself:	Hell yeah!
Do you get Motion Sickness:	No
Do you think you are Attractive:	My right hand sure does ;)
Are you a Health Freak:	No
Do you get along with your Parents:	Only with my Mum
Do you like Thunderstorms:	HUUUUUGE ONES!!!
Do you play an Instrument:	Do Turntables count?
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:	It should say "In the past month have you NOT drank alcohol".
In the past month have you Smoked:	Yes
In the past month have you been on Drugs:	No
In the past month have you gone to a Mall:	Yes, today for breakfast actually.
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:	In general I don't really have too much of a sweet tooth, but can flatten a chocolate or a packet of sweets in no time when the urge grabs me.
In the past month have you eaten Sushi:	No, don't like the texture of it. (unless of course it's of the human variety ;)
In the past month have you been on Stage:	Not this month.
In the past month have you been Dumped:	No
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:	We're in Winter here damnit!
In the past month have you Stolen Anything:	Nope :)
Ever been Drunk:	What a lame question. Of course!!!
Ever been called a Tease:	No
Ever been Beaten up:	Yup, once :(
Ever Shoplifted:	Yeah, once stole sweets from the tuckshop when I was younger, and got bust.
How do you want to Die:	Doesn't matter, as long as I'm not there when it happens :)
What do you want to be when you Grow Up:	His Royal P-ness
What country would you most like to Visit:	Too many to name. No preference.
Number of Drugs I have taken:	*censored*
Number of CDs I own:	Dunno actually, but I have shitloads of Drum'n'Bass vinyls.
Number of Piercings:	2
Number of Tattoos:	1
Number of things in my Past I Regret:	0
	What I'm looking for in a Woman
Favourite Eye Color:	All colours are beautiful
Favourite Hair Color:	Any colour, but have a thing for Brunettes
Short or Long Hair:	Either
Height:	5"6 (no real preference)
Weight:	Petite (maybe 50 - 60Kgs)
Best Clothing Style:	nude ;)
Best personality trait:	Spontaneous & Fun
Most required quality:	Intellect

:)

My lucid dream last night

Definition: Lucid dreaming is consciously perceiving and recognizing that one is in a dream while one is sleeping, sometimes leading to control over the "dreamscape", or the faux-reality dream world within a dream. Stephen LaBerge, a published author and expert on the subject, has defined it as simply realizing that one is dreaming while in a dream. For extensive information on the topic click here for Wikipedia's version (recommended) or click here for a definition from Astral Dynamics' library.

This is the first time this has ever happened to me & it was the most absolutely incredible, weird, frightening, enlightening & totally unexplainable experience I've ever had. The weird thing is that I could control whether or not I wanted to be in a dream state (I only found this out after waking up a couple of times & going back into dreamland. You will understand what I mean after reading about my dream and what happened in it. I went to bed at about 12:15am.

My dream begins in a dormitory bedroom, much like you would find in a boarding school. There are 2 guys sitting on the floor next to me marveling over a section of a marijuana plant that they'd gotten from a friend of mine. There is a long brown bag with vacuum dried heads from a marijuana plant. There are 2 very short (midget-like, but their bodies are in total proportion) twin sisters standing in front of me facing the wall. I am extremely dizzy and find it hard to move around. I notice a bottle of liquid GHB on the bed (a substance that I have tried recreationally in the past, and one that occurs naturally in the body as well) and a friend of mine standing to the right & I asked him if I had taken any GHB, which would explain the dizziness, he replied that I had.

I asked the guys to my left what they were looking at, they then showed me this marijuana plant that they wanted to smoke. I looked at the plant and saw that it had was only stalks with no leaves or 'heads' on it to smoke and I laughed. It was very weirdly shaped too, not the normal sort of plant you'd expect from marijuana. It had thick succulent stems that came out of a base that looked more like a green pepper or a green bulb of sorts. They got really angry & upset that I was laughing at them. They left the room hurling verbal abuse at me taunting me to follow them.

The 2 girls standing facing the wall turned around and said I shouldn't have done that. I told them again that it wasn't really marijuana & that I was getting really tired from being dizzy. Then they too left through a seperate doorway that I had not noticed behind the bed. I was really scared at the time because I didn't know who they were & I'm not the violent type. You must remember that I didn't know I was in a lucid dream at this point.

I woke up (for real) with a really strange feeling. I turned over, looked at the time, it was 1:47am, and went back to sleep. The next thing I knew I had a 2 second tingling rush come up from the bottom of my back and passed my shoulders into my head. I was dreaming again.

I woke up (in the dream) in the same dormitory as before, but it was empty. All the stuff was still on the floor. I tried to stand up but was soo dizzy I fell over and knocked the bottle of GHB over. I quickly tried to get to the bottle, tripping and stumbling all the way. It felt like my legs were totally powerless & I seemed almost paralyzed. I finally got to the bottle before it had all spilled out, managed to get back to the bed & put the lid on the table beside the bed.

Then the 2 midget twins came into the room laughing at me, saying to each other "he's slept the whole time he's been here" and I asked what the time was & they said 2. I also asked what time I had arrived & they said 1. All this time I didn't know if they meant day or night, and they wouldn't say. They then left again & I woke up (for real). I looked at the clock and it was 2:37am. I turned over again, patted my dog (who sleep with me under the covers during Winter), and lay there with my eyes closed. I felt the tingly rush starting again and I opened my eyes. I had halted myself from going back into the dream. I closed my eyes again & let the rush take me.

I woke up in a corridor, my legs still feeling as though they only had 10% of their actual power, so I found it incredibly difficult to move around, and incredible strain that I hope never to feel again. It felt as if were carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. I proceeded, mostly on my knees through the corridor when I heard my name called in a very soft & seemingly caring voice. The voice sounded like it was friendly. I shuffled myself around, looked up & saw what I can only describe as an angel in plain clothing. A very short but beautiful little girl standing on a raised bamboo platform offering me a large sandwich. I accepted the offer and was told I needed to meet her halfway to get the sandwich. I stood up & fell over numerous times & for some reason each time I fell chest first into the ground I could not use my arms either now. It was a terrifying experience, by the time I got the sandwich I noticed that all the skin on my chest was peeling. A sort of sunburn peeling where sheets of skin can be pulled off. All of a sudden I felt my arms again & started to peel of this skin. I was interupted by a noise to my right & to my surprise I was attacked by those two boys from the dormitory in the first part of this dream. They wanted my sandwich. I panicked & wanted to see if I was dreaming or if this was for real. I didn't wake up per sé, but to my surprise I was able to open my eyes.

I was relieved to see that I was still in my room with my dog beside me, fast asleep. I turned around & saw that it was 4:27am. Another thing I realised is that I could remember everything in the most vivid detail – clearer than I had ever remembered any dream before! It was very strange. Hoping that I would arrive at a better place I allowed myself to fall back into dreamland. I closed my eyes for about 2 seconds & boom I was back instantly into my dream. I opened my eyes again just to test what the hell was happening, and I was in my room, safe & sound. I closed my eyes again & was again instantly back in dreamland.

I had arrived in the dream in different corridor, but this one was absolutely filthy, it was dingy and felt really creepy. I could see a guy throwing stuff out of a doorway at the bottom of the corridor. Again I felt almost totally powerless & struggled my way down the corridor towards him falling over & getting up again all the way. I went inside the room. It looked like a really old kitchen that hadn't been used for a while. There was a fridge to the right of the entrance & some piles of food on the table. He seemed angry, but it turns out that he was just looking for something. All of a sudden a lady came running into the room with two eggs in her hand and frantically tried to open the fridge. On the bottom shelf of the fridge door there was a bottle filled with black liquid on the right & a bottle filled with white liquid on the left. She placed the eggs in the egg tray, where one egg was above the black bottle & one was above the white one. Somehow the egg tray was jolted & they slipped through the bottom of the tray & cracked, allowing the contents of the eggs to fall into their respective bottles. I laughed at her because she had been trying so hard to preserve the eggs, with no luck. She left unimpressed. The guy that was in the room picked up the white bottle & it looked as if he was going to throw it all over me (as if it were some dormitory prank, I thought fast and quickly grabbed the black bottle & suggested that I would throw mine on him if he threw his on me. He laughed & put the bottle down, as did I. He then told me to follow him to the "workshop". Before I knew it I was standing in some sort of woodwork or metalwork workshop with people manning each bench workstation doing their work oblivious to anything around them. I opened my eyes & came out of the dream. The time was 5:17am.

I usually wake up at 7:30am, so closed my eyes & went back to sleep. Again I got that tingling rush feeling and was instantly dreaming again.

I was in what looked like one of those Chinese paper & wood houses with a ramp in it, like the ones you see in fashion shows. There was a dude in a weird outfit singing a chant and beating a drum while dancing around me. This happened so quickly that I got frightened so I again I opened my eyes. The time was 6:07am. I turned over & closed my eyes again.

The last portion of this dream turned out to be the most frightening, but here it is anyway. I was in what seemed to be a high school building. There were the two guys from the first portion of the dream standing next to me, but this time they were being very friendly. The seemed in a rush to get out of there, & it felt like they were trying to help me escape.

I followed them up & down staircases & into a classroom that they pointed me to & told me to wait in it. I waited for what seemed like forever, but they eventually reappeared with long blades in their hands, like machetes (the type that you would use while chopping your way through thick brush in a forest.) I asked them what they the hell they were doing and told me to wait outside & keep watch. I stood on the balcony of the fourth floor for about ten minutes, when I heard a mass outrage of people on floors below us. It sounded like a prison riot. I quickly ran back inside to let the guys know, but they were both dead with heads & hands cut off & blood everywhere. (Having opened my eyes and removed myself from danger in previous portions of this dream I was a bit braver & decided to stick around until just before something awful happened. In a panicked state I ran outside into the corridor. The noise from the riot seemed to be getting closer & I had a feeling that they would think that I had killed the guys so I started to run to the right. All of a sudden a dude appears to be running straight at me screaming like a madman as if I have already been deemed the guilty party. He gets to me and puts his arm out and "clothes line" me (a technique used in WWE Wrestling). I get up and start proclaming my innocence & begging for him not to hit or kill me. Strangely he does stops, tells me to wait outside while he goes into the room to check it out. Once he's in the room I quickly turn and run to the end of the corridor & down all the stairs to the bottom. This is when I decide to open my eyes. I had had enough. The time was 7:27am, just three minutes before my alarm usually goes off. I am extremely relieved to be back in my own world!!!

Whew!!! Now how Fucked was that for a dream!!

The end of a Naai is nearer!!!

This is a follow on from my previous post called "The end of an era is nigh :'-("

Well, the day has finally come. As of the end of May I will no longer be working at SHiFT Interactive. I and the rest of the team all accepted our retrenchment packages over the salary cut. This means that there is no more staff to do work here and thus the company will have to close its doors.
It's been fun, it's been hard work, it's been 8 years, and now it's time to say cheers. I wish everyone all the best, it really has been fun.

:)

An interview I did for Music Industry Online

I've been going through my archives & that's why I'm posting all this older shit.
This is an interview I did back in May, 2002. It was done for Music Industry Online.

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Interview with DJP from the INISHI8 Drum'n'Bass Crew
Author: The MIO Team
Date: May 21, 2002

The sixth MIO DJ Q & A session finds us talking to Drum 'n Bass DJ, djP. He is part of the Inishi8 crew promoting and bringing high quality Drum 'n Bass parties to the masses.

What is your DJ Name?
Hmmm....Well. To be honest I never spent too much time thinking about it (hence the lack of originality:-). Although most of my mates have been calling me "djP" for years, so I thought "What the hell!!". Suggestions are welcome ;-)

Do you have a website?
Yes, check out www.inishi8.co.za. We are busy updating it at the moment, so please be patient.

What style of music do you play?
Predominantly dark, fast and furious tech-step Drum 'n Bass, although I do enjoy playing a number of different styles. Ultimately it depends on what's going to keep the dancefloor cooking at around 180º.

You're part of the INISHI8 Drum 'n' Bass Crew. Tell us a little more about it?
Yeah man, INISHI8 rocks!! Our primary objective is to promote South African Drum 'n Bass DJ's, producers, and up-and-coming artists, with the goal of elevating local Drum 'n Bass to an international level. INISHI8 started off under the Ambush Productions logo, bringing cutting-edge international artists to SA, and influencing the ever-increasing demand for Drum 'n Bass to the SA Massive. Among others, some of the more recent artists that we have brought out include the likes of DJ RED, and of-course the unforgettable performance of the US's own DIESELBOY two years in a row. Being part of a crew like this isn't easy, it takes a lot of time and effort to organise events of this nature. Apart from DJing, I help out with promotion, distribution, marketing and general admin. Stay tuned for more info on our next event - DYLAN @ SUBLIME 25 May - This event is also the launch of our bi-weeklies at Sublime.

Where do you think Drum 'n' Bass is going in South Africa? Is there a growing market for it here?
Drum 'n Bass in Johannesburg took quite a big knock a while back with the closing down of 206, and Reality changing their downstairs floor to House & Hip Hop. It's really sad to see that an entire genre of music can be so heavily influenced just by two night clubs. 9 out of 10 Advertisers and sponsors don't see the potential in the D&B scene, add to that the fact that you never hear Drum & Bass on radio stations which leads to a case of "Lack of exposure" and that's why it has become even more difficult to promote, and to throw really successful events. Don't fret! It is getting better. I personally think that there is HUGE potential for Drum 'n Bass in SA provided that dedicated crews like INISHI8 and our counterparts Way West Wreckordings stay in the picture. Take my word for it, Drum 'n Bass is going to be making a monumental comeback in the next few years. Watch this space!!

Do you have any current club, night or radio residencies?
I currently play at all the parties that INISHI8 throw. I'm also playing at the next Way West Wreckordings party at 115 Anderson Street on 11 May. As far as the radio goes, INISHI8 are organising a bi-weekly Drum 'n Bass radio show on 5FM. Stay tuned for more info!!!

Do you use vinyl, CDs or a combination and why?
Is that a rhetorical question? SL1200's are my weapon of choice, Vinyl is my ammo! Although I do enjoy having CD's as an option as well. I sometimes test tracks on the audience to decide wether or not to buy the vinyl. Nothing digital can compare with the sub-bass that you get when using analogue. Nuff said!!!

Do you find it easy to get the style of music you play in South Africa from the local record stores or is the majority of your buying from overseas?
Unfortunately there aren't many record shops in Jhb that stock D&B, and the ones that do aren't really into D&B, and therefore their selection isn't top-notch or even current. I buy most of my records on the net, Chemical Records is my favourite supplier.

What is your favourite track at the moment?
It's a toss-up between the storming remix by Stakka&Skynet of SUBSTRATA's "Airstrike" on Technorganic recordings, and the raving flip-side of a white label from The Giana Brotherz of Basswerk recordings in Germany.

Do you have any South African produced tracks in your record box? If not, why?
Not yet, but I'm keen to get my mitts on "Counterstrike's Pressure/Questions" release on Dune/Allied Recordings. Also keen to get a pressing of "Excessive Youth" and "Thunder" by INISHI8's very own talented producers AMBUSH & ORGANIC. The only reason I don't have any SA artists in my bag is because of the lack of record shops stocking local D&B. Correct me if I'm wrong, but as far as I know, Counterstrike are the only D&B outfit in SA that have a full release out there. Go Justin & Eaton!

Have you produced your own track or considered it?
Heehee, yeah, but nothing finished. I have lots of bits and pieces of tracks that I have started, but nothing complete as yet :-(

What is your favourite venue in SA?
That's a tough one! I prefer once-off events that are in different place every time. There is a growing trend of promoters hiring unheard of venues, rather than hiring clubs.

What is the best event you have played at?
It would have to be the 2nd Dieselboy party we threw, TOP-NOTCH!!!

What DJ would you most like to play alongside?
Funny enough, I always aspired to playing alongside Dieselboy. As far as producer/dj's go, "Stakka & Skynet" and "Ed Rush & Optical" would most definitely be at the top of the list.

INISHI8 have brought out Dieselboy a number of times to headline a party and then backed him up with quality local talent. Do you think there should be more big events with only SA DJs? or is the big international name backed by SA talent the best thing currently?

We bring out international artists so that we can keep the D&B public out there up-to-date with what D&B is going down worldwide. The way I see it, is that there would be a bigger following of local D&B talent if advertisers, sponsors and other promoters could see their potential. It would also improve if there were more local producers and DJs's representing the scene.

Thanks djP
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See the original interview on their website here.

A Drum n Bass Workshop I did for Spinout

A while back I did a Drum n bass Workshop for Bruce at Spinout. Here are some pics from the day as well as the material I handed out to all attendees.

Me demostrating the differences between certain sub-genres of DnB
Me mixing between different genres to illustrate how radically different Jump-up sounds from Tech Step, for example
Me in a really spastic pose while I explain how using Cutting & Chopping techniques is particularly effective with DnB

The attendees getting brainwashed

Hands on session with the girls
Some happy smiley future Drum n Bass DJ's (hopefully)

A hands on session with the boys (I still don't know why the girls wanted to go seperately)

Hands on session with the guy that "got it". He outshone the rest of the class and wants so badly to play DnB. One down, many to go.
Hands on session again.

And this is the cover of the Drum n Bass Mix I handed out to all the attendees. If anyone wants a copy, please get hold of me & I'll make a plan:

The course material I handed out was:
1. A brief history of Drum'n'Bass. Read it here.
2. DJP's Drum'n'Bass Genre List. Read it here.
3. Basic Guide to Producing Drum'n'Bass Tracks. Read it here.
4. DJP's non definitive list of Drum'n'Bass Record Labels. Read it here.

About Spinout:
SpinOut started back in 1997 with the idea of promoting the 'underground' and building good vibes in the dance music scene here in Johannesburg, South Africa. It's grown since then and become a project of the MilkyWay Foundation but kept it's non-commercial and outreach flavour. Their mission is to:

-Nurture and facilitate DJ talent and skills;
-Provide a venue for DJ's to play and explore the music that they generally cannot play in a commercial environment;
-Provide opportunities for DJ's to gain exposure to new music technology and access to equipment they would otherwise not have access to;
-Provide a means of introducing the punters to different styles of music, both at live SpinOut sessions and via recorded sets as well productions from time to time;
-Promote the positive spirit of dance culture in general, and provide a safe and secure venue for youth to enjoy music and dance;
-Build bridges between different cultures through music;
-Link in the promotion of cosmological Darwinian awareness via public astronomy and information & space technology, as well as demystify science where possible;
-Promote a culture of volunteerism;
-Attempt to do all the above with no commercial agenda, and above all with honesty and integrity;
-Add positive value to the lives of the SpinOut crew members and everyone associated with us.

They have lots of hings happening regularly at SpinOut:
* DJ Clinic Every Saturday
* DJ & Production Workshops
* DJ Skools during the school holidays
* They host SpinOut Sessions on some weekend evenings. Conditions permitting, (ie clear evenings) you can take a celestial trips through the cosmos with their powerful telescope.

:)

Messinian's Musings

At the end of last month we brought out DJ Dieselboy ^ MC Messinian out to South Africa for a mini tour.

Well, Messinian is one talented dude. Take a look below for some of his writings.

Check out his website here

or check out his page on Myspace here

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You are my slow exploration of warm, carressing energy
magnetic fields that transfer to selves hovering next to me
brushstrokes upon the canvas by spanish caravans
with ink arsenals and feminine contraband.
You are Atlas--the latitude of our long love
the gentle essence of "Forever", whispering from above
the reinvention of eternities through passionate trust
that reassembles compositions from the lingering dust.
You are the prowess of a higher power petaling tears
from brittle vacancies within my soul's twice-lived years
the reception of my everything that catches intrigue
from deep oceans that surround the shallow depths of fatigue.
You are a sun breathing life into dreams unlived
the conditions of a world that unconditionally gives
you are the instincts of the animals that rightfully rule
the masculine half of the mind when it's losing the duel.
You are the faucet in the dark dripping constant reminders
through alphabatized incisors in gnawed, bitten binders.
My heartbeat is your discovery, commited to bliss
you are the urge that makes me want to mic check like this....
You are the light in the attic where the sidewalk ends
the mix and blend of reality the media pretends
the underground that finds truth in innocence condemned
that's when you hemmed life's length through the heart of my pen.
Our pyramids embellished in golden dusk-frozen
by your Joan of Arc eyes- I realized I was chosen
(gravity unrestrained and a new shore sighted
you are my pandora's box- guided by me when inside it)
The Red Sea, the vessel, and the blood that had christened
the emissions of my love because you chose to listen
You're continuity and randomness- millenium cold
that rushes childhood feelings through the withered and old
the missing vitals of the biblical forever untold
and this king James won't edit knowledge to be bought and then sold.
You are B.C.,A.D.- reconstructing my time
making the loudest gun clap slowly pantomime
The second wind of the inner city running from danger
from the inflicting dark glance of a brother turned stranger.
You are oblivions obliterated, heavens repieced
attatching puzzled eyes-narrowly escaping the beast
You're the degrees of 180's from a Lady Euphrates
that freed the gifts that God gave me from the clutches of Hades.
My wilted lotus...when the eviction notice read "homeless"
you collapsed scared into these arms of mine- sadder than Otis
Your cinder-block shields- STILL guarded scars to my face
beaten unconscious by his demons- blood was all we could taste
You're the intoxicant my caffienated child couldn't sober
but you awakened under Earth to turn my first page over
You are the wheels of miscarriage with maiden name and no marriage
that turned nine months of grunts into my left shoulder's merit.
You are the universal Ohm- fuck having a home
symphonic noises in the night compassing me where to roam
Your mere survival turned to strength-a variation in tones
of my own melody that taught me that I wasn't alone...
You are all of this you've given me and little I've gave
or have I touched you in this way and this was all your repay?
You are every word I utter, every texture I touch
every hue that will ever bless the tip of my brush....

You are the blending of two colors battling over turf...
My purple lover...Violet Sister...Mother Earth.


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I am the endless energy that leaks combustible sound
the dying desert faults that impact movement of ground
the umbilical of ancient souls - shackled and bound
released in peace and set free through clairvoyance profound.
I am the stillness of innumerable planets contained
in galaxies built by bones of graveyard remains
I am the echo that refracts from packs of coyotes howls
the parasitic pain that lingers deep in the bowels
of urban landscapes that feeds off of rhythm and vowels
coughing the thick blood of bitterness- the prey of the prowl
I am the harvest from the red plateau of sleepless nights
the ivory casket that gasps the aura of fright
Jerusalem, Mecca, and the air that I breathe
I'm the eclipse of conscience in my moment of need.
The crusade of the massive's intellectual growth
I'm symbiosis of my feelings and my mind is the host
I'm the eternal equinox of a full moon's ghost
that boasts suffering and stardust when you needed me most.
I am the scent of deceit through a for-k tongued lie
the landslide of vision in a blind man's eyes
the climax of poetics when the mountains arise
the muffled voice of oppression's lost compromise
I am the beckon of reality that ceased to exist
...the target of an audience I probably missed.
I am Zen and the clamouring of mideval swords
the voice in white light that gently beckons you towards.
I am the juice of mic chords leaking through creaking blackboards
a bad impression of regression that moves rapidly fowards.
I am the steel that you front...or just the rep that you want-
a fatcat politician turned somalian gaunt
An unidentifiable flying cypher that grips
the beams of cowering monuments into a building's eclipse.
I am the remix of strategics when the ballad commences
the condensing of pretensious designer incenses
The architect of reconstructing Earth as we know it
the enertia of Fear's punch- before you begin to throw it.
The tsunami of Nagasaki and the death of Brazil
A CFC hunting layers with the intent to kill.
I am all skills in the form of your ecstacy pill
That's leaking deep into the tunnels of emotions you feel
A carnivore sea stranded with a vegetarian
the loaf of bread slicing heads of thief proletariats
The scale harmoniously balancing love and greed
I am the steel you now hold...and the rep you now need...
I am the quivering quintet of Cuban guitar strings
I am something....I am nothing... I am everything.
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Now ain't that something!!!

:)