Bike Oven: MMZ+DBRP

MMZ+DBRP performing "Brothers of Two" @ The Bike Oven



Untitled from Taner Tumkaya on Vimeo.


Vid By: Taner Tumkaya

Beat Blastz: Mike Meanstreetz

Corporal Incantation: josie j

Mix: Mikey Z

Projections: Janevis

Tuesday Night Post # 2-26

The Infectious,

I would like to take just a moment to recognize the many brilliant minds that have fallen.  Precisely this moment is for the onesthat were chopped low before that brilliance could be seen.  Seen by others or seen by the ones thatwere born with a different view, a proper view.

-DBL

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AsNatural as Walking

There is no way to destroy a Force that has but one direction

A direction that is a different form of Consumption

This definition is one forgotten and is more human than we will remember

Error are the ways of present thought

Weaponized for ill

Chosen are the ones built to fail

Severed are the ones hailed as agitators

Sneak the sliding hand

Send it low

Channeled low into a deep valley

Dark

Deep

Light don’t shine in tinted windows

Imagination cannot fly with bars on squares

Put them on a bus to a place where they are forgotten

Let the children see that the exercise to think will only follow with distraction

Starve the child of thoughts renowned let them boast their sickened frowns

These children you took would be the anchors

A brilliant light reflected low for the rest to follow

Burn the end in the morning

Drink the thought in the evening

In a box they will learn

You are mistaken if you think this is
a comment on the present educational system

There exist a place where even you are unfamiliar

A box set aside for the young to rot or fall inside

Self reflected they become dejected

Waiting to be passed from one failure to another

A radiant mind would only find consuming ways to self destroy

This is for the ones that knew before they were broken

There are better answers

Than the ones we hold as tokens

For you the few that Consumed every ounce of satisfaction

That this world is a puzzling sensation

For every question you felt there was an answer

For every point you turned to get it

You found a greater sense that it was out there

All you got was strange reactions

For the moment when you forgot to remember to care

For the moment you died and you cared for no affair

You still had a chance

You left the next a reason to fear a brilliant rant

I won’t forget you child

Your sense of wonder

A simple question brave

For you we fight this plague that
We still try to evade

Tuesday Night Post #2-25

Patient Naysayers,

Lets end the argument.  Lets agree that there is nothing to believe. 

Time is short, well this night is.  All I wish I will do, so I cut this short I’m going to spend the rest in a dance. 

-DBL

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The Wasi’chu, the Pariah

This keeps falling out my box

Just as you opened up all those sealed tombs

Few to take the blame

Fewer to explain

As I empty my box of the things that don’t belong

I try to reorganize all the things you took from the encoded songs

My vision is only a weak connection with the past

The same one you took so you can last

As I get closer to razing the WhiteBox

Your growth surpasses the one I try to resolve

You and I see the desperate fight

Of the two sides that give the Force to a body upright

You and I see the change

The question is not what to believe or not

Let the adults fight

Forgetting that in truth it ends

In questioning it begins

For you its about the respect and awe that kept us in flight

A choice is yours to spread your wings of copper

It’s my choice to make mine in something I find more proper

As you approach a single moment undefined

It looks like I turn away left alone a path unrefined

Mine is the voice that you tried to forget

A nail looking for the force that could get it set

We know lots has been answered

Past the stage of assessment we are engaged in application

You want war you want a destruction of what came before

Turned away I keep it in

I am myself I dance in myself

Nothings true at this state

Until the end I keep it straight

Tuesday Night Post # 2-24

Unknown Lovers Made of Substance of the Stars,

Believe that what we know will change in a present time, tomorrow.  Be ready to accept things your child self would have had an easy time.  Prepare to love the things that same child longed to see.  Forget the ground that you find so dear rejoice in the urge to resist the voices that pull you here and there.  Never forget the lover that made you who you are.  Smash the thumb that keeps you all but a dog.  Let your minds eye tear to clear the fog that smears your fear.

-DBL

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Isolate the crooked bone

Wind that urge that leaves you to believe

In that seat left occupied with the heat

This is fiction resolved to exist to replace

Known is objects hide in plan sight

Reasons creep in stride with shadows

Never can shake the black skirt

Willingness to love the space in which it spins

In a warm bed in a cool room lies the resistance

This birth that there will be            

Will be the fight we will leave

Change the cheers of pride

Make them tears that one can not hide

Blank will be the paper that will unfold

All the things that could not be acknowledged

Running from the fear of being left alone

Charge one to keep this throne

Swear sweep stare share all that needs to repeat

Scar the flesh that has more strength when it reverts

Gentle finger guide the palm

Into the intersection of numb and hooked resolve

Age passes on a wave of control and comfort

A step towards vocal call is a call to dissent

Feet assemble on a platform of love

Burning their soles in the crucible of misguide empathy

DBRP+MMZ live at Hunter House (audio track)

Here is a treat for you wonderful followers.  I am not going to share it on the typically required social sites.

Tuesday Night Post # 2-23

Distant Strangers,

  Find it simple to let it pass through you.  Like a chill that you can't control but feels free and pleasurable.  Wild is a thought a irreplaceable fear of morning light.  What do I search for?  An empty space to stay.  That thought that reminds you what you once understood is actual something you never could. 

-DBL

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 She Died Cold, I lived  Seeing Her Mold

(Stories of the Two)

A rising step from heel to toe

Keep this thought close around ample room

Deep in a place a light sequesters a hope to grow

Back when you found it hard to say

Everyone has their way to not to show

Now I get the hints reliving sounds eyes rising wheels turning

Sudden vision of you practicing your gifts

Maybe then I had no way had no help devils live in quiet

To really share manufactured hearts broken machine stuck to stare

Never new just confused often found

Sent away in hopes you would be around

In my heart never true

They tell us sacrifice the new

In a dream walking near

With those heels I never fear

Stretch the time of every night

Details never lost as we engage in this artificial recited flight

Words we choose always right hazy dream teasing me

As before I left you there quiet safe high above the stage of fear

Revisit that one place there you stand always full of grace

Safe to dance wild swing arms climb the vine

Chasing that thing you missed before chasing it just a kiss to adore

Breaking down expose the want finally you are content grab it tight

In this heart never true

Tell me to sacrifice the new

In this scene you walk near

With those heels I never fear

In that thought it was right adjusting for the windy sight

A shoulder pressed hard and strong on a wall of nether thought

Holding back the words guarding back the choice to break

An honest theft to not show you wrinkle you scold you

Had it all never needed to adjust the screw

Just pretend all is grey find it better than to stay clouds cover rancid mildew

Lets spend the moment that follows looking at the line of our dearest desires

A simple map of that stage we never cleared standing on the liquid grave of fear

Always moving always flowing always chases us to empty glory

At the bottom of the pool this rose bathed and pruned drowned of smoke and booze

In dark there is only nightmares but for me

There I find my curse I wrap around this cold fire choke in smoke

Drown your heart kill the true

Show me you sacrificed your new

In my vision you walked with me

In your heels you seemed free

NELA Spoken Art Ride: DBRP+MMZ Performance

Come Down the NELA Second Saturday at the Bike oven. 4-13-13

Tuesday Night Post # 2-22

Ritualistic Self Healers,

In a bit of pain I am posting from the mobile from my bed.

The Hunter House show was a blast. I'm glad so many people came out and really enjoyed the performance. Sometimes when making art in a bubble one never knows what response one will get.

- DBL

*****

With every new pain understood
I acquire another to understand
Exploring the mechanics of this pain threshold provide the manual for repair
Sometimes the process requires a filing of priorities
One feeling of disrepair is set aside to degrade and dissolve
For another that has more chance of actual change
One must forget the signs of warning for much more caring signs of growth
This moment of self healing becomes a state of ritual of the self
Awareness comes at the heels of the belief that a string runs through me
If pulled I come apart
The same string is use to move me providing an anchor of self navigation