Indigenous poetry infused with art. To create, then destroy, then to create again something new.
Friday, September 30, 2011
The Art Buddha In Me
Saw the violence
of the greed
we battle the war
and forget the seed
art is the Buddha in me
hovering over mountain tops
see me flying through trees?
skip and dance through
branches
lighter than the heaviest flea
free style-in with my art tablet
1 and 2 and 3
bust a sound cough-in up a storm
You thought you be like metal project doors
Guns won't stop and will pierce through you
My art won't stop and will pierce through you.
This is that.. I just do!
The Art Buddha in Me will soon be in you.
little girl's and boy's smile
takes me miles and miles
vision of power and towers
how money can devour
their path to cause harm
to the grandfathers.
builders of nation
and culture creations
The Art Buddha in me
with ultimate dedication
bust a pic to voodoo you boo boo!
Puttin on your full metal jackets, but you know
Guns won't stop and will pierce through you
My art won't stop and will pierce through you.
This is that.. I just do!
The Art Buddha in me will soon be in you.
Chickens run
cuz you got the gun
ego up
but you all corrupt
you don't see past the midst
to the higher calling
you keep walking your walk
and don't see you falling
the sky is lit
but there is only one street lamp
Here to smack reality
in your peaceful calamity
Guns won't stop and will pierce through you
My art won't stop and will pierce through you.
This is that.. I just do!
The Art Buddha in me will soon be in you.
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