Tuesday Night Post: break

Friends,

Its finally happened. My computer has died. It was time for a new one. Due to many other artistic and life expenses I had put it off. For now Tuesdays Night Posts will be on break until I can get a steady access to a computer.

Much Respect,

-DBL

Tuesday Night Post #2-27

Greeting from the mobile,

At airport picking up a friend. On this post I send a nod to the creative juggernauts that make to make. To the ones I know personally. To the ones I see bunkered down only knowing one thing. Seeing you make your work lights a fire beneath me. Making me realize I can do more

-DBL

*****

Change the face that we are greeted with
Propelling the idea that we do not see
Without a hint to know that we do well
Grabbing every thought that we make in others
Seeing how you work despite the fleeting hours of the day
You are the make of this state

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