TRANSHUMANISTIC EMCEES

TRANSHUMANISTIC EMCEES
rough vocal


I'm going to teach you the full potential of the emcee.

the future is a mist all about we.

calling the wisdom of we, wizardry.

#transhumanistic #emcees spit the real so hard they piss off the #pop.
they come after you with stakes, pitchforks and torches.

The enlightened ones view a corpse and the sunset as the same.
Learn to love the rain as u do the sunshine... accept perfection.
some rapper's spit turn #grass brown.

earth is the #grass

#emcee is a #class


I get at rhymes with #serenity.

They don't know that behind the iris is the black hole that'll fibbonacch you to infinity.

Porous souls rhyme about empty holes

Wish them double negatives added up to something.

your rhymes don't do #nothing

rappers now are like bad #wigs in the rain.

I'm that #suckaemcee you had to put all your #hate on.
It's just time.
I'm that sucka emcee you feared
put in your spit work before your spit's worth.
Some o u's should get blessed by the #RA before you ever check a one two.
Some o u's don't deserve the title #EMCEE
… conveying wack history,
better watch you some #SpikeLee. #learnufuckerssomething

I'm running over rappers.
#heros got the right #shoes to run in.
Through all technicality.
the futuristic #transhumistic emcee moves forward though all possibility.
"get at the #root. fuck it let's get at this loot."
-thus sayeth the wayward emcee of the past
Get at that money till your honey done bedded the richer nigga with #BIG-ger chain.
Get at it for real now, money aint gone get it.

Other than to take, what does the #emcee give.
What purpose is the #emcee in society
niggas can rhyme #leaveitatthat.
but #niggas can rhyme about money
Aint interested in enough, more than money, to speak on anything with any real passion.
A lotta #emcees got skills and nothing to really talk on...

my #hoodie, my #skittles.

...closed up in a sun-glassed concealed, narcissist-revealed simulacrum

way the fuck out
#linkedin but way out
sifting through our #business cards of doubts
but the idolatry gone keep us on the couch
soon we gone be food hunting
everybody wanna talk talk #talk talk. don't nobody wanna do nothing.
#rap #rap #rap all up your goods with that.
spit for what???? ask yourself!

ah... let these rappers rap. to each they own. just don't be shocked when I aint impressed.

ahhhh... I'm up for this.
I'ma liquify they lyrics till we can identify they realness.
Im gonna break emcees down from fakes to gaseous states
I'm gonna give microphones negative charges from my positive/negative ionic releases/ egotiscal emcees'll get repelled./ I'll cast scheming type spells over turntables making it unable for you to flow.

I'll never lose forever!!!

THUS, LET THIS BE THE VENGEANCE OF THE SUCKA EMCEE.

POWER

I aint much.

I'm not much more then potential. I aint more than what I can become. 

I am a slave to time. 

I want Power. I've been powerless so long. 

John F. Kennedy said, 

"The ancient Greek definition of happiness was the full use of your power along lines of excellence".

There are people in the world who think John F. Kennedy is an airport. 

that is Power.

--goRealer

artist: right now again

Artist:

Surfing for inspiration. The world bores me. Don't give nothing enough to give it time. my emotions numb? Feel the moment. not enough to take it home. I'm thirsting for concentration. the world bores me. Don't give nothing enough to give it time. detonate explosions and run. Feel the moment. hot enough to make it a poem. time bursts towards annihilation. curled on a shore bleeding. can't live discussing living in line. time eroding till done. Steal the moment. heart scuffed, baked and gone. the universe is expanding. pearls allure me. can't forgive nothing enough to forsake alone a first hesitation. face the world towards we. afloat to live the nothing discussed in the mind. Oceans run. real consignment. owe enough to fake your roam, cursing your own inclination. the world bores me. Don't give nothing. Corrupt what lives in the mind. Lie in your potions, numb. Feel the moment rot. luxurious. awake the tone. lips pursed for pretention. a girl floors me. Don't give nothing enough. give it time. till devotion is won. Feel the moment enough to take it home.

-goRealer

artist: right now

Artist.
it aint been good. sleep is off. trying to write in the night. smoke breaks under the stars. birds chirpn.  it's kinda nice but aint nothing coming. none of that deep extra I find myself wallowing in.  meanings  of this, meaning of that. theories and conclusions and shit. archetypes and metaphors. aint nothing coming. life's got me stunned. I'm caught between having what I want and self-destruction for the sake of creativity. I'm sure my justification is valid. let's see, we all gonna go so I'ma go on my own terms. But then I'm on that eastern; give over to the univierse. let it dictate your move. the signs is fuzzy. aint sure I'm reading em right. I should probably clean up my desk. no, I need to write. I need to write. Moms is finally sleep. she went off tonight. I aint hear her when she went out the door. 3'oclock in the morn, in the rain. she banging to get in the door. the door is open. what are you doing outside in the rain at 3am? why you talking to me like that? you always beat me up. conversation done. she cry and kick things till she's tired. I pretend I don't hear. take an el the head. blow the smoke up. anxiety, gotta let it out. wanna punch something. make it feel me. make the earth move. make somebody change their direction. wanna affect something. I need  blank sheet of paper. a need a smooth point pen. I need to stop typing and...

-goRealer

Mother's day is everyday in my house

My mother has Alzheimer's disease. I buy flowers once a week for her, the house. I could tell her 100 times that today is mother's day, she wouldn't remember. Before acting, poetry I took care of the elderly and the sick in a hospital/ nursing home in the South Bronx. That's the only reason I've been able to take care of her this long. I never really understood what hard meant until I woke up in the middle of this situation with my mother, with little options. I also had no clue what I could and couldn't handle. 

People like to say, you're a good son or that's a really great thing you're doing. I say thank you. Little do they know it will kill me if I allow it to. Last week I was awoken in the middle of the night when my mother decided she want to drop a load of her shoes onto my bed because she didn't know what to do with them. They're in my way! she says. She's pulled knives on me, told me she wants to kill me, slapped me, thrown tea on me. That's what I can remember. Sometimes I think Alzheimer's is like a cold I've caught from her. But it's just that there is so much on my mind at one given moment. I've missed many appointments, auditions. On top of having to take care of the bills and administer her medication, I have to worry if she forgets to turn off the stove, puts a pot in the microwave, things of that nature. On the less than rare occasion she does, I have to pretend that someone else did it or take responsibility for it myself. If I blame her or raise my voice she'll realize there is something wrong with her and go into a deep depression. A son does not want to hear his mother cry, ever. 

I've been taking care of her for more than two years now. I am now starting to feel the effects of it. Ive lost a lot of weight do to stress. I guess I'm happy about that but I'm scared it will come back do to some late night binge eating. I don't sleep. I'm developing an addiction to caffeine pills. I don't want to dose off driving back and forth to the city when I have to. 

Everyone we've known is gone. People call to check in, come by to see how we're doing but never stay long enough to help. When someone does come over I can see their desire to leave just as the awkwardness of my mother's repetition becomes evident to them. Everyday is a new struggle and journey. Daily I have to go through her drawers to find her toothbrush, shoes, sometimes food… My brother and I have spoken about a nursing home but after research I realize that's for either the really rich or the very poor. I could literally lose my house. The other option is to get an in-house nurse. That is also a scary option. Aside from having a complete stranger in my home taking care of my mother, there is the thought of how my mother would treat her. The biggest fight is my mother's need to feel independent, to feel like there is nothing wrong with her. She constantly asks me what is wrong with her, why can't she remember things. She wakes sometimes looking for her mother, her father, her brothers. She talk to me about me: Where's Craig? I am Craig mom. oh. <= depression. Like I said, I'm starting to feel the effects of this struggle on my self. My mood can get dark. I went out to the movies the other night with some friends to get out the house. I could feel my cynicism, my meanness, my disregard for others. I found myself taking out things on my friends I can't release in my house. I see it. I feel it. 

This post isn't really about looking for solutions. I know exactly what I have to do. I just need a little purge. And the truth is if I had to do it all over again, I'd do the same. My parents made me who I am today. Before my father died, I carried him up and down steps after he lost his legs to diabetes. On his deathbed he asked me promise to take care of my mother. He didn't have to ask. 

Happy Mother's day.

goRealer  

Single take Lo-Fi Lacerations to the Existence of Digital

Lo-fi lacerations to the existence of digital. Low-fi lacerations to the existence of hi-def classifications and resistance to critical ipad thinking, a breathe-hard's distance to staring, probably evolve to not blinking and a resistance to caring. Think u didn't know how to talk to a girl now? the cause of infinite short time processes of what the World Wide Web will allow applied to the head will bestow fallacies in the microscopic specifics of pixels and visions like sad clowns on black unicorns smoking crumbled rainbows rolled in dreams carrying death just same. maybe change your screen name and password and the daemon wont track back to your email. We caught in simulacra-styled (hashtag) #wefail of the soul. But here's a website that says there ain't no such thing as a soul. We just synapses across the sen-sor-e-all spectrum, a sign, perhaps of grandier deception. Who shot who in massa chu, who to say what exactly the CIA do? who put that tree in the center of the garden in the first place? who hustled who for the first taste. who needs who in their place? this is a low-fi laceration to the existence of the spiritual, that momentary truth just outside the womb. smacked into sense of the self. The truth, gone like a mist, amidst the fear. The politics. The wealth, the greed. Close all other applications for optimal speed. Stay connected to a landline of mankind cause we're not sure what happens in the air, in the cloud. can't remember before rapper's delight and section eight. or the reason why we wanted the crowd loud. maybe I gotta whisper this shit you. DJ, Can we turn up the time? Make it loud for me for you. But... Time doesn't fit in your pocket but this mini connection to your so called friends do. The yang to that ying is a lo-fi analogue monologue of love whispered to an ear from the heart, every ounce of it true. What do we want? The future. When do we want it? Now. low-fi lacerations to the existence of digital. self-set incarcerations, insistence is pivotal now for our health we'll vet, persistence is critical we need to use our brain power!!!!! we need to take a sanity shower sit for sane hour forget what we've been told and think.

fear is a warning and I'm scared I wake in the morning not sure about how and where. what and why. living to live prepared to die but I'm scared and I don't know why maybe I'm ill prepared for every days how the earth move stay with me, maybe I just go gainst the grain. that's what the birth do me me, that live in the fear. FUCK yo know what, I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that, there. I'm afraid…. you took me wrong like I'm hooked on a bong fight over a wrong look, a song A book... be gone. sing me the wind, son. sing me the discourse of the force to be with. but I came across a sea on a bed of broken glass somebody close the window I'm cold, and losing faith fast. who too put organic voodoo invention in condensed apprehension eyes closed to the tension. lies. the night time news is an up to the minute invention. the prime time views, based on numbers of no limit, the only intention, with no disguise. I'm afraid to say something. I drink a glass a water bend deep over my cereal peep people crossing past my window in my peripheral I turn on the radio. instead I see the golden ratio everywhere I aint had no liquor no beer no tree. All I see is spiraling circles and in the center is me. Fear is a warning and I'm scared I'm shook to the bone bout whats going on. theres definitely fear in the air. I should just probably sit hear in my chair click open my face full of friends and pretend like I care. my ends is bare. leave my house for what? I'm riddled with fear. only motivation, no job no chair so I spit all of ladi-dadi from out of the air jump in the shower. brush my teeth comb my hair jump on my train, be kinda late again That Rakim playlist bouncing my ear I live for this or this is for what I live why isn't this bliss, its just fear of the limits of what I can give the cat cross me right there. I wonder if he feel the fear I wonder if his thunder got rain showers near do the powers that be care about me, that lives in the fear. me, that hides behind a tree afraid of what I see

Talk hot off till its all shot off. every thought caught in the vault of the shiny show off, off. Take all of your belongings off All these things we gotta have halved and infinite of nothing worth all you can carry on the train platfom in a bad part of town, blind, alone, in the night. your 7inch Loubotins'll get stuck in these cobble stones head tangled with booty bounce poems in the headlights. dance to celebrate! Sweat to the spirt of beats. I told my lawyer true deeps ain't got nothing to refer to nothing to think on when that mind race and the heart beat all u you feel is the now The wave pattern got u thinking on now. That repetitive action ain't the distraction. It fills the now. tomorrow and yesterday don't measure to the pleasure of specific feelings calculated down to the ceiling of a second. Weapons of destruction flow from those who hold onto the constructions and dealings of the past. Talk hot off. How do we make them good feelings last? By walking through the woods across the broken glass to a tomorrow defined by the deeds of today. and hey, if that bag u pass in that window makes you throw you head back and feel some relief, if that blinged out case for your iPhone5 help you to survive, if that Bourghati lease help you to further understand peace, then you need to cop that, now, no matter the cost, no matter the how But talk hot off to the bare essence of what the spirit will allow less you love it but don't love it cuz of how you look in it look good in it cuz o how you love it. keep the sanity above it or you gone revolve to rage, devolve a stage sending garbage to a deeper state of thought mending the wounds around the diamond harness from whence you was caught. till hence we was bought. till the brain density was wrought with the intense religiosity of naught the haute couture of the future is the new black the paradox of wack the paradigm shift to uplift a stack to somebody pocket while you cop cheap fabric from the retail up the block who get his from the outlet who get his from a can off a boat on the dock that came from China, who devalue they dollar to make you holla 'gottdamn the shit is hot. but talk hot off till its all shot off. every thought caught in the vault of the shiny show off, off.

time after time I pen rhyme after rhyme digging deep into the deep confines of the mind looking for the perfect beat the right waveform to think on the feet while the music is blasting the sacrifice of passion time after time I pen rhyme after rhyme searching for that universal sign I aint got no qualms with how the universe go all I see is circles and thats all I know. time after time I pen rhyme after rhyme time after time I pen rhyme after rhyme time after time I pen rhyme after rhyme looking for the perfect beat: an expedition to seek and define the picturesque purpose, seeking the sword falling worth from end back to birth found the infinite curse in the garden scarring the ignorance with the truth I never wanted to know now I know, the proof of the said truth and it's existence in the infamous infinity, to pinpoint, like an epiphany, the life span of a flake in the snow. but the brain is finite Life standing in the middle of nowhere nowhere to the left nowhere to the right. life is a question of what you are supposed to do the purpose and wrath to defend the day and night from who? survive to strive to make a step towards nowhere in a prada shoe nothing goes and nothing stays this is life's have. this is the worth of our time. time after time, after time i pen rhyme after rhyme.

REALITY

the DARK HEART ART- steal your girlfriend

Steal your girlfriend.

catch her when you aint looking. /don't worry homie, I know my way round brooklyn. /I'll just take it from where you cant go no further. /fully explain that point to her. /Show her her worth in spite of you. /I'll even tell you, /your girlfriend is gone /and you wont be able to see /or agree /your perception'll end up being me /walking down the street with her hand wrapped around my pinky, /think bee. /Im talking bout ruthless /this is what we do with /these dark powers we hold. /when the trust is gone she'll be looking for something to hold /something to cling to more than the pillow. /take her to the bronx, sit her under a willow, /read her things u aint never heard of, /take off the mask and fully commit the murder /of any and all attachment to you.  /And those who know /will say yo /mums, u brand new /but you wrong, /I hope this shit is just a song.  /you using her /you using her /you using her, nothing could be sadder. /yeah she might think that for time but then it wont matter /cuz love is love, /come from above, /sweep over trees /bend you to your knees like tsunamis. /over every mountain, love'll swim through every valley. /I'll mean it from my soul till I can't remember her name no more and just call her Sally. /and she'll be like why you call me sally? cuz I love you! /And you wont ever be able to get mad /you'll just have to give up. /there wont be nothing you can do /except wiz up. and eventually she'll catch on /when the love is gone, /get mad at me and curse my name big. /She might even through a rock at my crib /or key up my car /or fill up my underwear drawer with clorox and glue /but dude, /believe I can out live all that knowing she /wont /ever /go /back /to /you. /see what I do.

-muMs the schemer

HONEST

A woman calls President Obama a Communist. But can't really explain what a communist is. 

click to watch

(this was my response on FB)

This annoys the piss out of me. Of course now commie is the code word for nigger. America is the richest country on Earth because of hundreds of years of slave labor. And black people generations later still have the scars of self hatred to prove it. There would be no America, no freedom for these old crackers and ofays if it was for the pain our ancestors endured. I can understand ignorant racism. Some people just can come out the past. But to use communism to mask their racism is straight fucking wrong. On a level that boils my blood. Bitch should be kissing Barack's feet for NOT throwing up some secret gang sign on TV to signify all black people to attack. I guess it's been growing to this point. Was in an elevator the other day when two white women were comparing iPhone cases and one was say how much she hates the one she has now because it gets so dirty. And all I was thinking about was this 14 year old girl in Afghanistan who gets shot in the head by the Taliban because see thinks girls should've alleged an education. I got a fucking Troll on my FB who wants to lecture me about all the atrocities that Obama is committing in Africa. I ask him have u ever been to Africa, he says he doesn't need to go to africa to know what's going on there. This fucking country and its #firstworldproblems with these spoiled rotten care bear soft skinned hippy dippy devils trying to tell me something about the world. Arghhh... every couple months or so I go off. My closest white friends know and understand. -goRealer

The Private Part with Dani Marco

I tried to run but I stumbled and by stumbled I mean fell...

Warrent

Man asks me,

u got warrants?

I ain't got no warrants.

U ever been arrested?

Yeah... but not in no long time, like I don't even know. What I do?

There's no walking between cars.

Really? U get the old lady that was right in front of me?

Plain clothes got her.

Where she at?

They kept her on the train.

U saying since she got snatched by detecs she stay on her train?

We're uniformed. We take people OFF the train.

Damn. I give him the I'm-muMs-spiel but he ain't having it while he run my name. To myself I'm thinking I ain't got no warrants... I don't think. I aint done nothing since I been back and they ain't gonna see that Cali shit. I think I'm clean. I'm clean. Say it again confident.

Clean. Upstanding. I got rights.

I say out loud, how u gonna bag me for walking between cars while 50 people got shot last weekend!? I ain't do nothing! Man... three trains gone by already!

Man look hard at me, I look hard back. He go and come back, say, u ever been to Brooklyn?

Yeah I been to Brooklyn. I don't live in Brooklyn but I been on Brooklyn.

You have a warrant in Brooklyn?

Word? Wait... What???

My heart beats, adrenaline jumps, knee stops hurting, breathing steadies. Everything slows down. His gun, on his right side. He thumb on the holster release. His partner half cocked, back turned. They're ready for me to make a move. There's a fence at the end of the platform. Breathe. Think.

He's got my license, can't go home. How much cash I got on me? Breathe. There is nothing but this moment. This second to assess. Survive.

Man looks in my eye. My face empty.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

Man takes out a notepad, copies my information, says take care of your warrant. Hands me back my license.

concentration reduces the amount of wants when the wants become deadly desires.

-gorealer

The SOUL Futurist's Digitism

“Under the first provision of the SOUL futurist's digitism, the rhythm, also known as the even keel’s evil infinite excursion into a fibonaccian swirl; such as programmed, as doctored self, as is in a room of mirrors, conquers 'less than' in the self. the personhood of the state, of the collection plate of places to plant food, gorge on fame from selection. We, for the purpose of words against us, assembled circles, declare the individual above the state. There is one or there is none.”

goRealer

Today

A poem I wrote on August 15th, 2011. From the forthcoming ebook Loveness: Poems from the Heart.

Today by sirmuMsila

today I’m feeling like… a little out of the box. a little outside the of the norm. Outside of everything… everybody. The news makes me scared, angry, pensive, jittery. the drama. the opinions. the pop elation. feel like if I turn it off I’ll miss something. I flip through my twitter scroll and again I am scared, angry or I laugh but then… I wonder does that person who said something funny on twitter not know that some father chopped his kids head off or that some 30 soldiers got killed in Afghanistan or some dude got shot by police or some elderly woman’s window got shot in or some guy broke in some woman’s home and raped her or some guy riding his bike got run over? I’m on the facebook and stocks is down and someone called the Pres a spook and the degrading of the dollar is happening like they said and the radicals is all up at each other and the wind is knocking over stages and the rain is opening holes in the ground and rich people cant stop telling me how rich they is and I’m wanting… and waiting… and wars are being started and information is being forced and hacked and sported.

We buy into people selling they life for thirteen episodes a season. cut by commercials convincing me I aint good enough. and the device we sit to see it on hypnotize our dollars while glowing lights convince us we’re plotting our solo missions. Where we whisper our deepest secrets into the fiber optics that block out the sun and we’ll say that we saw it and that we knew what we was looking at when we see it coming pushing the stars aside rushing our investigations into whose fault it was not to fund the telescope. we flossing instead of fixing our own levies. looking for hand outs from the land whose hand we want out our pocket. I’m feeling way outside it. way out the way I feel when I pay more to get to and back from the place I get paid less at. I look at TV and I wonder where common sense at. He’ll drop the science! but he dropped the sense and reality aint real. Now I’m feeling like I don’t even understand what I feel. I look for love.
Somebody posted something bout love but when I take a closer look its an invite to an event at the love lounge where i can get my freak on. 5 dollar sex on the beaches before 8. 10 dollars at the door. I need something positive all general and yellow daisy-like cause that’s what I’m used to to keep me from wanting to chuck it all. like a quote from the bible or my horoscope letting me put the blame on mercury’s retrograde. I need some informative confirmation that this aint all the dream or maybe it’s just wysiswyg, what you see is what you get. We thread the rope we hang round our neck. ahh… maybe it’s just that end of the summer feeling or the world bout to shake off the shit that fuck with it from the front. I only know what I know. beauty. It’s what I make myself miss daily. so that that moment I see her will make everything else worthless.

-goRealer

Watershed

Today it rained.
When I got tired from chasing her
she turned around... and I looked away.
And then it rained..
And I didn't want to get away from it.
I didn't want to shelter myself from missing her.
I wanted to stand in it, head up,
let it wash over my face.
Today infatuation is washed away.
The fully realized idea of loving outside the self is blocking out the sun.
Obsession and jealousy do not float.
This water nourishes the perception of substance, cascades over concrete.
-ground to stand on unmoved by a shower of momentary disappointment.
Today it rained...
I will appreciate the sun even more tomorrow.


-goRealer

Come day. Give me your best.

-goRealer

INSPIRATION III

To be an Artist is to find beauty in the things we take for granted. I look for it everyday. It is how I stay sane and find worth in it all. 

Money is societal construct. 

Art is a natural construct. 

-goRealer

the make up done on Heads Up was some of the best I've seen.

backstage: Shoe Story, Theater of Note, LA

beautiful sky

14th street looking west

Ghandi, my man, Union Sq.

HighlineII stairs 

Washington Street, south from 14th

Don't cheat at Poker

The film Heads Up. Me at my most devious to this point.

the red camera

can u tell I love the Highline?

The person with whom I have the conversations I don't want to end.

gotta keep it classic.

my train coming in 5.

Art Everywhere

Inspiration

Art Everywhere

Highline II