20th Century Decay -part 1-

                 20th Century Decay

How to light up this void; I do not know.

How to keep from falling; I really wonder.

How to burst forth; I wish I knew.

But settling to feel well again is all I ask.

I, honestly, feel lost.

I'm so very empty inside,

but what's worse,

I'm not at all depressed.

Depression is tangible, yet undiscovered.

The truth lies deep inside the subconscious.

But I truly know myself.

I connect my habits with my former troubles.

If anything, I have no faith.

I'm severely disillusioned.

I'm a Nihilist.

I know all the conclusions.

I'm just so critically board.

I'm outright Bubonically infected

with the Poisonous Plague of Monotony.

I've just about had enough!

Of all of it!

All of this civility.

This "well-oiled-machine"

of Commerce and Trade.

I'm so immensely inflamed with anger at clocks.

With their infernal, "tick-tick-tock".

I've done all that I'm willing to do;

for others.

I'm not willing to listen anymore, to what they tell me I need,

what I want.

What I want to see, hear or read.

I don't need...

...their fucking clothes.

I don't wanna eat

their fresh kill

from the deli.

I don't need a new car

with 400 cup holders.

I don't want to,

And I just wont stop smoking.

I don't want their religious pamphlets. 

I don't need to be saved.

And if in fact I do,

it's from them.

I don't need

their hypocrisy.

I don't want their pity. 

And I surely don't want their watches.

Damn their watches !!!

And I don't need to be watched.

I don't need to be baby-sat.

I can walk on my own.

I can make my own clear decisions.

I can ride my own destiny.

They are not the Weavers of the Tangled Skein.

They are not the Emissaries of God.

Though, they are Masters at Deception.

They preach of nothing,

except vain fantasy.

An illusion, of violence and hate.

They breed Church Sanctioned Destruction.

They tear down the walls

of our souls.

With their intricate interrogations

into our subconscious.

They speed towards malcontent

and inevitable end.

They call, no; they scream

for the Four Horsemen!

Their hypocrisy is their salvation.

They live on their knees.

Standing only to push us down on ours,

and then down again.

We could never fly,

if they have their way.

Hands clutch at the sky

to grasp us, to wait.

Pulling.

Wanting to be the first.

Selfish.    

Self-righteousness.

I don't need,

nor want,

Nay,

deserve to be policed.

Their Police are their domestic soldiers,

marching across the nation.

Committing Hate Crimes

against Humanity.

Making sure no poor soul,

not a single one,

can find or hold onto

one shred of dignity.

Honor is relative

to their Imperial Truth.

Empires survive

through Pride and Propaganda.

In Amerikkka, lies outlive the truth.

Here, blindness lives.

In Manifest Destiny

lies a contrived piece of history.

Though, declaring their own rights,

they abolished Others.

Laying to ruin

a Monumental and Sacred People.

A Model of Civilization, destroyed.

And shall all ever know

who was the real Savage?

How can we silence Them? When will They go?

Haven't you done enough already?

Isn't it just about time to pack-up and go home?

The more our enlightened numbers grow;

don't you feel more and steadily alone?

You have nothing to claim;

solely, your Bullshit "claim-to-fame".

Count yourself an imposter.

You're not a Son of this land.

Sign the roster.

Get on the boat and take the Fucking Klan.                                

You were a guest, and though you were treated kind,                   

you became a thief, robbing what riches you could find.

You're a plunderer. 

You killed off the rightful Heir.

You're a blunderer.

To cover your bloody tracks, the odds were unfair.

You define barbarism.

And I can't stand your sorrys anymore.

Without action your words taste briny.

You're whiny. You sell it like a whore.

Smash the hot lipstick on your mouth.

Give me head until I'm Undead.

Suck me off; you're a Vampire.

Your taste for blood exceeds the supply.

You've taken everything from them,

now us.

We don't want

your silly worthless trinkets.

You belittled Mother Nature

and replaced her with God.

You disproved their Magic

and gave them Technology.

You stole their gold, their diamonds,

and their streams, their hills,

the Buffalo, the ole-switch-a-roo.

You gave them plastic.

YOU GAVE THEM PLASTIC !!!

Give yourself a hand.

You should be astatic.

You pulled it off.

The biggest in recorded history.

A monolith of a swindle.

You swindled our destiny.

The fires of wrath, you kindled.

And now you balk

your own science

that once "proved"

the "heathens magic" false.

Science has surpassed

your greatest expectations

and proved, now,       

that harmony with nature

is immediate and Copacetic !!!

Your rebuilt, dilapidated machine,

your smoking gun, 

your Government,

Is helpless and pathetic.

Balance is disrupted,

causing all manner of disasters.

And catastrophes abound,

speeding those processes that bring them about.

It is vile what you have done;

slinging shit on the Constitution.

And you will lose because of it.

You will suffer.

Forget the Four Horsemen.

They're in your Hell.

Karma will burn your ass.

...And Rome also fell!

You have taken so much

and given so little.

We have taken too much,

but your power is so immense.

But now...

...Know...

...Now,

it will take legions more, than what you have taken, to make it right.

Though, you really seem to be mistaken,

sacrifice is your future.

Chaos will replace order

in the New World Order.

And we have no patience

for the World Trade Organization.

We all need to keep our eye

on the FBI.

We need to do away

with the CIA.

Fuck the IMF.

The World Bank will bankrupt.

Drop kick the Government !!!

Misery is your name.                                                                  

profiteering and racketeering is your game.

You are to blame

for the millions of poor and lame.

This is my third offering. I wrote this in 2003. My anger and disgust could not be summed up in the word "hate". Although this poem was directed toward the political nature of our country and the world it is also about me and how it feels to be me in the middle of all the noise and how it relates to the duality or triality or... of man. 

         Icosahedron

 

 

Nimbus, surrounding and unseen

is radiating there.

Unnoticed, always encompassing,

but never aware.

 

Strung together like dolce chords,

sparkling Paranada.

Hums like sound and force.

Completing, 'round skull, alienza.

 

The incredible Icosahedron,

exploding Sardonic Man.

Vegesimal, mind expanding, incurable.

Incredulous, vacant stare.

 

Atheist and loving, Homoscedastic

solecistic Epoch.

Halcyon solmization.  Soliloquizer of

Spatiotemporal Posey Phenomenon.

 

Trapped in the ivory phylactery,

glowing felonry of the brain.

Fastidious and immovable imbroglio.

Effervescent, Efficacious Manifesto.

 

Dervish phrenetic diatribe, omnificent,

inversive, irate, ironic, incorrupt.

Hyperbolic, gregarious working-class.

Intellectual, bias, bemocking of bourgeoisie.

 

We are the Hipster Children, born,

in a Shag Carpet and Corduroy Age,

of Contra-Culture Hippies, turned,

Hippy-Crates, Yuppies, Changeling Middle-Age.

 

"I" is one word trapped,

in marionette cocoon.

But "We" all collaborate with strings.

(with the exception of the intransigent few.)

 

Steal your mind back

from the Juggernaut Ju-Ju.

Of conformity and comfort,

the Lullaby of Zombie Television Voodoo.

 

Knocking you dead

with "Must-See T.V.".

Inoculation of Subconscious

with Insentient Palsy Disease.

 

Irradiated Video Media Junkies.

Mind methodically devolved into Drammock.

Dreaming of sleep in infomercial haze.

Trying to move, but forfeiting to the crust.

 

Satyriasis, saturnine creeping satiric.

Republican Clown Prince of "Grub Street ".

Gruesome News Hacks,

gluttonous for the grudge.

 

Eating themselves from the inside out.

Entente Dexter entanglement.

Be careful what you wish for.

"Don't lie now, that's what you meant!"

 

Ring around Baghdad,

Pocketful of Hazmat,

Pre-emptive action, Pre-emptive action,

They all fall down!

No matter...,those 16 words...

(Hail to The Thief)

...They are Your Epilogue!

(Jail to The Thief)

I am Calliope, just glass.

Caballero; circumvents the by-word.

Novellero, smooth and awakening.

I am Sashimi; Rosetta and Vitrified.

Viva La Vituperation.

Leaving it behind, a

Tragedienne passing through the Torii.

Tears and Tatterdemalion, Transvestite and Gray.

The Five Years ended in 1977.

All there is, is his blood now,

hot. And mind jumping and beautiful.

Don't think you knew you were in this poem?           

                      Written by 'Siva de Ferrera

Copyright © 2003 by 'Siva de Ferrera, [A.K.A. XXXXX Ferrera]

Please use this blog to post comments for "Outlander Bop", the new track by LimeRock. I am very proud of this one. Not only did I finally get some new music done (my first track in 2006), but I feel like I am growing as an artist. I getting very close to where I want to be, creatively.

This track is a fusion of sorts. It is not meant to espouse any one style. It is meant as much to destroy genres as well as create new ones. I like to call it "New Black Jam". Although, all of this has been done before, but every artist hopes, not like this.

Of course I am influenced by House and DJ music, but I am not exactly trying to make DJ friendly music. With that being said, I would spin my music. I think it would find it's place on the right DJ's Turntable.

Some of you may remember DJ Duke's track "12 Minutes To Do It". Well, "Outlander Bop" takes almost that at 11 mins. 48 secs. At exactly 11 mins. and 00 secs. out it does something beautiful to my head and in the end that is why I am making music, for me, but I hope every loves it.

Melotron/Oboe

Call Miguel from Level 2.

He say's he's coming in here.

With Parroket he squawks.

At little, if nothing, he quakes.

He's registered bi-lateral.

He swarms when no one is looking.

His heart skips beats ...

But, he's quiet... Nobody knows.

He speaks monotone, mumbles, mocks.

Dances to cars, swerves away from you.

Tip-toes softly to star rumble.

(No where in the room, really)

Marks the places that need time.

Smoothes out the wrinkles.

Worships that Monkey with Celestine ...

Hands; invisible extensions.

Cringing, it hurts, ALL of the past.

Smashed to bits and in a black, little ball

Dark Matter, abhorred and mistreated devil...

but, just made of glass, harmless and rhetorical.

Copyright © 2005 "Siva de Ferrera [A.K.A. Keith Ferrera]

when your pigs come out to play,

they will be butchered and eaten!

See the monsters you create?

"Daddy, you shouldn't have raped mommy."

"Daddy, you shouldn't have killed my brothers."

"Daddy, you shouldn't have turned my sisters into Crack Whores."

"You knocked their teeth out, but your cock's still all cut, blistered, and sore."

High-priced junk

breeds low class society.

High-priced junk

breeds no class mobsters.

...When I scrape the slung shit off my windows.......

all I see are power lines

hung precariously on telephone poles.

Concrete tenements

all covered with black ash from the fires.

Superhighways littered with debris

all busted up and under construction. 

History's homes demolished and bulldozed aside

to make way for the next wave.

The Next Sad Generation,

"Talkin bout Obliteration!"

...20^th-Century Decay...

I fall down steps forever.

I see with sick eyes.

I can see into the seas of souls,

into the masses of confusion.

And all the internal, external, and eternal angst.

Boiling inside and nearly out.

Marching to ancestral drums

to still our bleeding hearts of all this madness.

I wish for will.

I wish for hope,

but all I see is nothing. 

I dream of islands.                                                                    

Like so many before me I dream of isolation.

I see an ocean that could take me there,

but I have no boat you see.

...So I dream...

I wish I could walk,

just run on the water.

I cannot fly, you know;

jealous hands, and all.

My kingdom for a boat...

...if I had a kingdom...

Everything I own then,

which doesn't really amount to much.

I could build a boat,

but I have no wood.

Plenty of plastic, though!

Loads of plastic!

Even if I had wood

I know nothing of building boats.

Only vain fantasy...

...I can build dreams...

For in this society

that's all we're free to do....

I Will Never Accept That!

I Will Never Conform!

I...Am A Man Of Action,

but for now, I will dream.

For only inaction

will surely make the machine come to a grinding halt...

...When we learn to be still...

When we turn off the alarm

and throw away the clock.

When we refuse to wake-up

and keep dreaming.

You won't be there

to punch the clock.

You got nothing to lose.

They'll loose the thousands you produce.

Stay in bed for a week

and you will lose $300.

You'll catch up on your sleep

and they'll loose tens of thousands.

Take 30 days to meditate about the future,                         

and if all your co-workers are with you,                                     

ban together and support each other.

Corporations will start to go bankrupt.

If there was a consensus

to have a nationwide strike

the stock market would crash in time

and they would have to listen.

We should all just go pitch tents

in Washington D.C..

Piss and shit on the Senate steps.

Show how we feel with feces.

When the cops come and they beat you

stand your ground though chaos swirls around.

Don't run home.  Don't learn your lesson.

Poverty's worse than death.  The cameras are rollin.

Don't go home until you have a guarantee:

That no one you know will live in poverty.

That no one will have to go without. 

That no one has to live in fear and doubt.

That all will be able to enjoy the fruits of their labor.

That we all will fill the halls we build.

That human life be worth more than a dollar amount.

That all deserve to be medically sound.

That corporations be held accountable.

That Justice will be forthwith in representing us.

That we have True Separation of Church and State.

That Votes Cannot Be Bought!

That everyone will be Given a home to live in.

That education will not be bought and sold on the free market,

But that knowledge will be taught freely.

That from birth to death we all have a fighting chance.

Do not believe the illusion

that you're in poverty because you're lazy.

You are told to and made to work harder

so that a few can live without strife.

You are capable and deserving:

to eat and not owe,

to live with a deed,

to live and Completely Be!

...de profundis We Rise!

Written and Deconstructed by 'Siva de Ferrera, winter 1996- spring 2001

Copyright © 2005 by 'Siva de Ferrera [A.K.A. XXXXX Ferrera]

                  21^st Century Misery

I've been eating shit so long I think it taste good.

Pain is my Muse.

Angst is my Muse.

Revolution is my Muse.

Pain as a Muse is only self-serving.

To bring it out of oneself, to express it,

whether in art or speech or action,

is destructive.

It is boring, hurtful, provocative.

Provocative, but always misjudged.

For width and breadth, its depth.

It's depth is misunderstood by its observer.

Never as important as it is to the pained.

Relating to it is not understanding,

but just a brush of the surface.

Nothing grows from this relation.

Night Sun illuminates

the silent blanket of hush

that rest, quietly, but never sleeps.

Just breathes softly, with eyes mostly closed.

Moon reflects the filtered Sun's rays.

As small slit of orb suspended

in fluid reflects moon rays

on surface of Moorish face of old.

Of Africa, Arabia, of Spain

lost in the New World, somewhere,

North of Cuba, east of Aztec,

South of new Amsterdam.

Somewhere beyond

the Mound Builders of the Mississippi,

the cornered and corrupted Cherokee,

the pious pilgrims.

Kidnapped and genocided children of Mother Africa!!!

Somewhere beyond

and presently in suffocating world,

from depleting lungs of Earth,

the Amazon and Ecuador.

Shell and Texaco,

Petrol Canada and Maxus,

gutting forested earth

and Rain Home to Pure People.

Capitalist vampires

gouging holes in Virgin Mother.

Using their host for everything

for a mere 13 days of consumerism.

Buying people off with Ubiquitous God

that never spoke to them.

Catholic God of control,

making him up as you go along.

Yes and somewhere

before the asteroid of 2017

or the Nuclear/Chemical/Biological/Mental Soul War

of coming days, months, maybe tomorrow.

Unprecedented Power,

Gain, Wealth,

Stupidity,

of 21^st Century Misery.

But right now, though,

this very moment...

Soft night,

wisping clouds,

broken up,

and just haunting the blue-black sky.

Leaving hardly an impression,

but just as much as to notice how

nearly stark naked the sky in starless light

of eerie, but calm moonlight.

High above high tree tops,

still giving away nothing.

Just waiting...

Like me, ...Just waiting...

Written and made soluble by: 'Siva de Ferrera

Copyright © 2003 by 'Siva de Ferrera [A.K.A. XXXXX Ferrera]