make spaces
*
anytime, anywhere –
if the place is spacious, interesting & gracious,
to kindle friendly intent even with your pocket lint,
weaving among kindreds
not alone, no unturned stone
rolled into rhyme,
bumpin phones & tabs for the umpteenth time,
doing the verbal humpty is no crime
just a relief from the grief
with grimy teeth from word mumblers
…wonder if ya hear me, Tumblrs?
i’m a nerd with verse, (my curse) unrehearsed –
tho ‘not the one to ‘splay it first;
i stan the Roots, hip-drop rapscallions
beyond dispute & i’m nah here to refute,
but to shmooze with the everlovin blues
that infuse me in various hues,
as much as I love thee & them:
to be free & live – shout out to roy g biv…
taken to the river for an anointing,
hand-clapping, not finger-pointing
for a rap given in ink-stained poetic,
trains of thought on track & noetic,
prophetically tossed grains by default
to stave off old humanity’s draught;
drunk straight with a melodious thunk
of trip hopping, jaw dropping, bard-core funk
non-stop & paging, lit-hop raving
in havens imbued with brew, kava, tea
& tree goo – for the craving crew;
knee deep in the drains,
prayin’ for souls in chains, asleep –
awaken & one-two step like Imhotep,
keep on ringing bowls, opening doors,
making spaces for displayin’
forevermore
…just sayin.
*
4/24 – lebuc – make spaces
here to stay
*
here we* are
& we’re here to stay.
evolving, ever aware,
creating, searching,
reaching for that distant star
always will we ‘be being’ – somehow, free-
where we are;
or at least aiming to…surely.
it’s what we
why we
how we
swim thru the thickest, murkiest sea
to emerge sun kissed
& resplendently.
no other way,
no ordinary play are we staging,
surging without fraying
(…much , jus’ sayin’)
sometimes even self-amazing
in this phase with the phrasing
y’all be praising.
you know what i’m laying down,
we not playing
& we staying,
we slaying – in style;
& gon’ be here for a while
with a smile;
…deal.
*
3/24 – lebuc – here to stay
*u kno hoo
the stream ( participate, reciprocate )
*
you got or get to participate,
toe or full immersion
in the stream
more aptly – the river, the ocean,
hell – tsunami of thisness
since the Bang.
if we could only
grasp the thread, the lifeline
by our best efforts but once
& not let go
then, the stream reciprocates,
& you get to wade
forever*
*
3/24 – lebuc – the stream ( participate, reciprocate )
*…so i’ve been told
in the haze, pt. 1
*
imagine a soft, glowing
lucent in the haze
as i walk apprehensively towards…
concurrently receding at the same pace
as my halting advances,
heeding the opaquely present pavement
beneath me
even at this close proximity.
pulled by an inner prompt,
a gut-based tug
luring me to a grand fate uncertain
or lesser,
a conundrum to suss should i wish to partake;
surprisingly untrafficked,
one is led to wonder who…how…
& most importantly
why here? why now?
perhaps the glow denotes
or in my case, portends
an overblown phenomenon
borne of undiagnosed paranoia,
unacknowledged fatigue,
justifiable diversion, or
some satisfying reckoning;
even unsatiated wanderlust
lasting well into mid age
& beyond.
just who stands to gain or lose
based upon my teetered stance here:
on the one hand, stoic, heroic
the other –
feckless & recklessly heedless.
as a popular song’s refrain asks:
“…should i stay or should i go?”
well…should I?
*
3/24 – lebuc – in the haze, pt. 1
daylight savings
*
spending all my savings
on our precious daylight
in service of some flexing,
some small measure of might
in the very best way
that i’ve come to know how
so long as i never stand pat or kowtow
to purveyors of the prevailing privations
or resort to any crude & shrill braying
delivering by quill
the amplitude i’ve been spraying
of a particular mood,
dispensing chez verses & rhymes
like it was soul food,
about the worst of these times
for those in need of a heart-healthy snack,
should it not be sufficient, make sure you tack back.
though it’s rough sometimes
i must mention, i know all that
& ofttimes the best of our blessed intentions
can fall flat
but, like that fabled Timex watch of old
i’ll keep ticking
in hopes that these messages, massaged
will keep clicking…& sticking
to help untie knots & kinks in our systems
that deprive & oppress most of us minions
by greed, poor thinking, not listening
to the vox populi, boots on the ground,
who’re surprisingly spry & increasingly sound
when excited & engaged to keep fighting for peace;
& in our own effort to unite the good factions,
may we never ever cease.
*
3/24 – lebuc – daylight savings
cornucopia (for lonely genuises*)
*
just because they’re lonely
doesn’t mean
that life’s cornucopia of delights
is totally foreign
to them;
they actually
carry so much more weight,
that much more importance
than normal (gravitas)
to lessen
that kindred-soul deprivation
fate totes to them in its overnight bag.
poetic or no –
i’m not nearly the first to note
that geniuses* are lonely,
oft’ desparing of deep, true connection
& have frustrations most don’t know about
because they’re atypical;
sound too much
like ‘first-world’ problems,
or a bit whiney & too full of self-pity
to easily share.
when you encounter one
who’s less than fully attentive;
know that they’re likely
mentally rousting through some nether realm
searching for its singular, specific
source of savor
& whose trails
are unlikely to ever be abandoned.
*
3/24 – lebuc – cornucopia (for lonely genuises *)
*creatives, eccentrics, mega-INFP’s, etc…
green tea musings
*
from my lofty perch on high,
lowered onto the landscape –
the realm of flora & fauna
precious few things
rend a tear of regret
as much as watching
the destruction of said ‘scape
one property contract at a time,
brick at a time,
excavation by excavation
for ostentatiously austere hovels
stacked, not sprawled
with the attendant
coffee & noodle – ahem – palaces
of baristas, noodistas
young, hip foodies posturing…
against this backdrop
walks this, i swear i’m not jealous,
grossly-nostalgic,
jaded jackalope of a scrawler,
scraping the barren boulevards
in a literary lost city of angels,
still freshly paved
over what once were cobblestones
carefully laid by craftsmen,
brick by brick by brick.
in it i keep walking
until we hit an unending field of
green, green grass – me
& my two bare feet.
*
3/24 – lebuc – green tea musings
lebuc’s place
*
( a reblog & repost )
shake the shackle,
& dare to enter this space
at my pace;
…hang up your hangups*
in lebuc’s place.
you’re welcomed, it’s warm
i mean no harm
to you, the environment,
your particular view & tint
no finger pointing in this abode,
feel free – fly your freak flag a la mode
we’ve already cracked the code
after all – go sign your name
on the wall,
you’ll always be on point,
soul presence is anointed
up in this joint.
you may come into,
or just decide to linger near
until you’re comfortable,
allayed any doubts or fear
we’ll just be swaying
over fallow ground turned profound
with folk like you comin’ around
oh – & enjoy the sounds –
preselected, sky inflected;
requests are respected:
what’ve you found?
it’s all about elevation
spanning perception schisms
this algorithm nation;
we don’t take vacations,
just pauses for the causal chains
of fools who need schooling,
but we don’t complain or dwell
& allow them to descend for retooling
in their own particular level of hell…
(eh Dante?)
in any case, all is well;
you’ll always find a haven,
minutes, hours worth savrin’
ain’t no misbehavin’ here;
Paul’s freedom call is not all we revere
in the race to lebuc’s place;
peace, hu-race.
*
6/19 – lebuc – lebuc’s place
* Herbie Hancock
Hang Up Your Hang Ups
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RRvZA2URBUI
reflections
*
often, daily
we check our reflections,
whenever happening upon a mirror;
imagine
dashing down the street
late for a meeting,
& you catch a glimpse
of your disheveled visage
at full sprint,
passing by
the mirrored jewelry store window
thinking, ’ i’m a mess – what will they think
if i don’t compose myself" & soon!
now,
the attending checkup
of our soul, our spiritual state
happens whenever we can reflect upon,
silently, in calm repose
triggered or not –
like sitting in a chair on the rear deck,
‘bout midnight, wine in tow,
grilled salmon, ‘sparagus tips
just polished off…
the miracle of participating
full awareness, living color 2160p,
3D surround, functional sensors
calibrated to sentients
reflecting upon presence,
purpose, poetry,
proud & perceptive people;
all to say
reflections are all about us
& we don’t need a mirror at all
should we wish to catch a glimpse.
*
2/24 – lebuc – reflections
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