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the world outside will not let one alone
not for one second to breathe open air
just heed the rastaman on rastaphone


speaking his truth in simple honest tone
with words of import durable and fair
the world outside will not let one alone


but like a dog protecting its last bone
will growl and dart at those who only dare
just heed the rastaman on rastaphone


with such a message that we have to own
ourselves bemused and forced indeed to care
the world outside will not let one alone


not even emperor asleep on throne
who would methought have time enough to spare
just heed the rastaman on rastaphone


give up the past and head beyond the known
into the heart of humans everywhere
the world outside will not let one alone
just heed the rastaman on rastaphone
Geno Cattouse Oct 2012
What was it exactly about this rasta.
He seemed so to be out of time an oddity then.
He stroked the gong that resonates still

Nothing can dim his light
His message still reverberates
With all who hear his call.

A natural mystic sinking tap roots from far out.
Kaya budz meets Buffalo soldier and they journey to Transendentia.
Dread lion with Dread locks . Earth shoes and soccer socks.

Ras Nesta walking through di concrete jungle.
Nevah know what sweet rest is in disya concrete jungle.
When you think it's  peace and safety.A sudden destruction
Collective security, for surety.

From the Tenement yard to  a Pimpers paradise .
Lining up to run in the rat race.
Live if you wanna live .

Glazed over Duppy conqueror. Seeing past all limitations
Rastaman vibration. Positive.
Losing yourself to someone new,
Looking down over a dusty pew.
Only by the knowledge of slim to few,
While they wait lined up in a dingy cue.

An uprising in a whailing line,
At the exodus hoping things turn out fine.
The collection of vibration,
From a rastaman's creation.

The cap only seemed to fit,
While lazily working the night shift.
Crazy baldheaded men going to war,
Feeling possative vibrations on the way to the store.
Pleading someone "cry to me",
Because the rat race was to hard to see.
Johny was, Roots, rock and reggae,
Wanting more of the things on display.

Pimpers paradise seemed so long.
We and them singing reemption song.
Coming in from the cold after work
After the zion train with a subtle smirk.
Pulled the bad card,
Made things quite hard.
Brenda Gutierrez Apr 2017
Knotted dreads swinging side to side as you walk
The smell of ***** coming from your ragged clothes
That penetrating aroma we all know of that fills our nose
You can hear how soft and genuine you are when you talk
So down to earth, yet so high in the blue skies
I know, ‘cause i can see that red in your eyes
You always wear that smile when someone stares
They look at your eyes as you gaze into theirs
People criticize ‘cause you smoke ****
You just laugh at them ‘cause you now know what they need
currently high
Lucy Tonic Jan 2013
Red, gold and green
Wears the Rastaman in woe
Waiting for the traffic light
To turn green and say “Go”
A 20-word poem
ConnectHook Jan 2019
1) groovy dancing hippie shepherd of love

2)  intrepid communist/anarchist revolutionary

3) wandering shaman/healer

4) african anointed of black liberation

5) messianic community-organizer

6) spokesmouth for free-market capitalism

7) stalwart working-class carpenter

8) cynic hellenistic philosopher

9) ascended master who studied with himalayan yogis

10) witty rabbi who sold out to rome

11) ****** rastaman babbling about ethiopia

12) refined orthodox prince on background of gold
For there shall arise false Christs, and false prophets, and shall shew great signs and wonders; insomuch that, if it were possible, they shall deceive the very elect.   (Matthew 24:24)

If you can think of any other false Christs, let me know.
Ken Pepiton Jun 2020
2020 - day 181

Monday, June 29, 2020
9:39 AM

one new day with no agenda, plenty of water and fresh air,

I walk a mile according to GPS, encouraging me
one daring deed done,

what's next? Write readable words, breathe life into readers,
read them,
without you, there are no living words, dear reader, rare
as you can imagine you are,
unique, an itty bitty unique being, on the grand scale.

Living words live in living readers... hmmm, never imagined
that,
did we become farmers first or story tellers?
it's in the meme's
more than the genes, the giants men imagined in the past
memetics passed in spiced wine mulled with stones
from the edge of fire
where we entertain such strangers as come upon us
unawares

⌱⌱

the price of my attention is what I choose to pay.
is it mine?
my attention, yes,
it
is my own to pay with.
What am I buying?
Whence comes this
currency
most valued in my time?
2020 vision plainly placed to catch
those of us,
our kind, dear readers in times of performance art
acting right... as deemed
by the academy
of performing artificers...

Daedelus, make me an imaginary universe in which I may
be mayor.
May shall be
my word, but here, in mine and mr. hicks peaceful kingdom,
may is yours to use as you will,
dear reader role deafault mode,
may being the impetus in the petition we agree to re
petere
to pass those impearled palisades of instuted gnowns
holy-way-outer-otherwise
saints and disconnected, click
st. peter -- all those pearly gate jokes, those pearls financed
nuance novus ordum did dump dump dump

-- look what the pigs ate.
-- naquered NAND gates in series, shitcity wecan go any where, from here

we could build a Yeti world from yak turds, according to
grandaughter number two's review
of Smallfoot, the -- what is this? new truth to reveal the old truth
which is this truth re

presented as drama of original intention, aimed at children,
my grandchildren,
memes reinforcing heresy as a silly gift intended for kidding... poking
stuck in the mud old dudes into the now,
your now, my future...

nice

haecceity, I think is the term that yoosto mean uni-kitty,

quit. really, as real as you may imagine --- There is a character,

known well to my granddaughter noel,
Unikitty -- quit, you are kidding
(playing by saying an unbelievable thing, testing an olden
rule,

is this that, ex-act, post-done? only kidding, we yoosto say.}

to ti esti, as Aristotle is said to have said, in Wikipedia,

{beta galactic encyclopedia, eh, 2020 tech is enough,
we can finish art ify ing the substance of hope,
set a watchman,
build on that rock,   -- kidding, I see the key peter issue lock
spring open

in my future, may hap or no, who knows?
Eh?
He knows what grows, who knows what seed he sows.}

Were we to agree we listen to voices singing the same tune,
often in time with more mind in default
wandering mode, fretless, fectless functional bliss,

in some songs we get carried a way, a meme away a meme away
we
leavened a world with new hope ***, and boom,
babies, all over the world,

and war claims the reason... the worth to be set on historic scale,
of winning the power of the
cultural corporate mind's will to POWER, bogus sci-******* vision,

woe is us, the truth has been eradicated,

we stand, one nation, under God... since the summer of 1954.

But words and pictures, now, for history, we have witnesses
who, technically, cannot lie.

we have moving pictures in technicolor with grand artworks of music
tuning us in to to

to ti esti, the what it is question's answer. What it is?
Word, old dude, Blue Mountain Rastaman, to ti esti, be

******* way t'say what it is. Tiswhatis.

Watchadoinswatchadoin t'me. I'm fine. Made up m'mind t' be agreeable.
Jes' don' lie, fit me to d' T. {wink} AI mind if you mind, but not much.
__ if you pay the attention, you got what you get when the seed dies. Life works like that.
We're not even halfway to wherever and we'll never get there if we don't start moving faster.

Rastaman from the Pentecostal down on the coastal road
says, come in, take a load off your feet,
another Jesus in the making of a spliff that I'm not partaking in,
which is no sin to me or to him,

and Jimmy who's a cruiser-weight, a bouncer down the ****** says,
come in and have a beer on me,
but I stay clear of bruisers, boozers, and cruiser-weights.
the fates align to take my time
and
I'm still not wherever that is.
Ken Pepiton Apr 10
Standing on the podium, left fist clenching,
gripping tight, with all my might,
the dime,
spent each time, Phrygian magi, winks

No path this way, pray, tell. Where from 502?
Wall, fence, ditch, road.
Running away.
Breathing hard, *****
one way, being as how, this is the end,
the end of the road, that led to here,
breathe
today we act, as known invisible, devised
invisionate, volunteering to disappear here,
breathing
right before your TV eyes wall window,
breaks and I seep in to fill the empty here,
exhailanation -ah,
this side of glory, telling the story of
how do we learn how little we know here.

We listen and read, listen and write, listen
inhale,
ask new from old
sighing survivors of ever before,
prior known, post knowing, speaking in terms
I define, sift down to what I intend to think I said.
Let it out, and one
more ask …
Reasoning still, asking how to measure rations
in terms -ality allows… you can have my rations,
when I die. wwwishweknewish, proof,
breathe a reason
no more, wish away…you know,
know no less, wanna bet, free to try,
get it right, live or die, try, thinking I won, your
turn to take for granted, one more breath,
all you know, in a Phrygian riddle,
that cost me one silver dime,
no less.
Inspiration- al oh al ai knew.
Say it, say I said it, yes, I did,
so what I said, I pay for saying so
right,
say it proud,
and learn later the contention,
does turn hateful mean and angry as hell.
- proud comes with two sides
- I/We only have the good side showing
- swelling up, about to burst with knowledge

Aghastly outburst from a rotting old man I was,
yes, well aware the mirror-mind, was too intuitive.

But feelings, worked, feel like poor, in spirit, see
how might I be more as Uncle Tom was imagined,
ah, right, say rastaman brother mike, up in
portland, where some mad mobs form up,

signal fire, something dire this way come,
we be out of our mind, in anxious thought,
turning all these hairs to grey,
adding not the distance from my head to my heart,
a cubit, stretch --- here it come, the stretch
to the finish line… last unfamous word
- China 2022, who said… wu wei won
We won.
The imaginary final fun some religions find
their followers thrill to imagine, holy ones,
watching all the hated enemies, all those ones,
Jesus told those who heard him, command voice,
love your enemy,
if your enemy is a hungered, feed him, as you
feed you, love him, as you love you,
and watch the coals glow
knowing that love,
and leave me alone, or next time, I shall eat you,
alive.
and the spirit lifted,
I breathed. Yes,
sigh of relief, all in my head, but the bit you took
for too real.

Too much to ask, I ask my thinker,
as the we U ken U be, mostly me, the old guy,
who took out the mortgage on this rock,
Weyekin-assured, on a wink,
sittin' pretty, sazen in comfort, holy as hell,
after the day of visitation, was a real situation,

you were there, we all were there, you know
SYTF, to swear on Bible time then as now,
same
yesterday, today, forever, and
kpow, we made Y choose to let, leave, lief as well,
be
read on, right on,
anachronism in 1995,  ah, a time, dharma, then
that time, I wrote myself a note, asking if I know
- not karma, so, I said, no, dharma now
Ai knows for me, no need
for me to think you, too,
have access intuitively,
you had the internet all your life,
you know you
may as well take every test there ever was,
what is right
use of wrong.
That is the quest, today, not a question being, curious imp,
but this chore, Baruch at toil, am I - transangel-expresso,
¿Þorny issue, U said questions carry marks on a point,
a place, period in time upon which any thing that can
go wrong, shall, but, here
we are
so we know that was not the last word?
speaking from the dregs, at the bottom of the cup
of the day special, at the cost of your final breath,
taken out of queue, wish
a fisher of deeper realms
finds good reason to try
to be, whatever you wish,
once,
and should there be some lie forcing you to say,
you know,
choke, before you sayit, die before you lie,

and the curtain dropped, as it were today, anyway.
April 2024 realizing from when 502 was bad at HelloPoetry....

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