BY: Woodrow Lucas
There once were ships in the sea, they were sailing. They came to a shore, and on the shore there were people of red. The ships ran onto the shore. They took the people of red and said, “We clear a path so move we’ll build a house of sheets and you can sit with us.” The people of red moved back and much to there chagrin they fell into a trap; it had been set before from those in ships. The one’s from the ships they laughed, “Ha Ha, this is our manifest these sheets. So sit in this our trap, Ha Ha.” So with the people of red so nicely packed, the people from ships began to build this house of sheets. They began to build but as their backs got sore alas they needed help. So they sailed back, back toward the land of black. They docked the shores and said, “Great sorts, we have these sheets, so give us yours to help us build a house a far. These sheets will give you more amongst the ones you’re with; you’ll rule with them.” The sorts said. “Yes, well said, this too seems good for us as well. So take these types they’re only good for less, much less than such theses sheets that could for us, could make us rule. We know these sheets had them before in lands of times long gone and past. We’ve made this deal before for sheets. So take these types and bind them yes as we have done before as well. So take these types and build your house as we have done to make this land.” But in the end these types would know that no they were not soon to rule, instead they soon would join the types they sent to work for houses greater size. But that is for another time. Now the ones from the ships they took these types and tied them up with chains. They sailed so back to land of red and docked again. And with the types in chains to make their base, they built their house. They built on backs of such these types, the houses big one after one. The houses got so big that others came, became a dream these sheets. So others came on other ships to join and build these houses big. Now some joined in and built, while others once again as types in chains were made to do the most of work. The types of chains were made to do the most of work. The types of chains and others brought who came, them all they did the work while others made the houses big. They sat inside the houses big and made on tops of those. And after a time, houses merged to form a mountain lie of sheets.
Now those beneath this sort, the types who were in chains and others too so made to work. They all were at the bottom. Soon, the one’s a top they said, “This mountain’s big enough so now it’s safe to free these types in chains. Now some true wanted for the right to free the one’s from traps and from the chains, but they were small and so their voice was softer heard. The louder sounds said,”
We shall let the one’s of red come free from traps and join in too, and others that we used to make this mountain we shall let them climb, but always we’ll throw rocks below so we might grow beyond their reach. So lies and laws they threw them down so others down below might never reach the top. So that they always on the backs of them below could grow to reach new heights”.
Now time went by and mountain grew, this mountain lie of sheets. So that the other lands they all joined in. And so in other lands all sorts were made to be the base for such this mountain’s lie of sheets. So that the other lands they all joined in. And so in other lands all sorts were made to be the base for such this mountains lie. And even those atop began to sweat red beads of anguished life. And time went by, this mountain lie of sheets had been before and always was to tell the truth. So all these types were so familiar with this plan, they climbed and through the rocks. And even a few of those the types in chains before and in the traps, they reached the top. And all upon the mountain’s side began to throw the rocks with glee, and all their eyes they burned with thoughts perhaps to reach its wondrous top above. The types began to see not types but only mountain’s top. They all began to throw at any type. They threw the rocks above, below. They threw the rocks at any sort who stood to slow the climb above. Now few amongst them , those they said, “This isn’t fair!” and some believed it true, it truly was not right. But some just wanted that the top, and thought that maybe this a guise was best the way to close its reach. Now those a top became afraid. The pride of life beat down on them. They said, “Oh please calm down, please join amongst our game, we love you all,” but to each other snickered quick. They started throwing smaller rocks, such rocks that weren’t so big. So that they could deceive and make the one’s upon the sides believe the mountain’s lie was truth. “Just work, we swear you’ll make it up,” but to themselves, they fortified the sides of top’s plateau to keep the one’s along the sides from ever reaching mountain’s top. And so they changed the truth of past to help them fortify this mountain’s lie. And those along the sides believed, they did not mind as long as they could throw the rocks at other sorts, climb higher, higher than the rest. And it became a war was formed of all against each other always, just to climb the mountain lie and die, to climb the mountain’s lie and die.
Now this went on for quite some time until a sound began to form. And it was quiet yes at first but louder, louder it became and as the words came into reach the prophets came to speak this tone.
Our friends, we’re here to speak of God, his word made flesh personified. We know passe, cliché, blasé it seems that we should talk of trees of quantum forms in politic, of social structure in collapse or prole-pression images. It is so droll for some to speak of God. How quaint it sickens such sophisticates of Freud the ID, we should discourse. This lost and dying them of love, It’s dead and why do we pursue persist to beat its dead resolve? Too simple, no inquisitive to live and speak of such this God, just opium to spread and dread the death of all that’s reason.
But dear sweet fellows, females, friends, just hear us out! We speak of light made life and life mad light again. We speak of beats in waves, of white or black, of Bach, of Mozart, Hip Hop, Jazzed falls, of brothers, oceans, mountains, books, celestine, karma chakras, unbound lands and times we year to see! We shall not apologize. No we shall not deny such gifts, cliché, passe, or out of time. We do embrace such cryptic themes, anachronisms fine we say that we don’t care with all there is that we could share to calm your state, we dare and stare into your eyes, despising maybe such a fact that seems so simple without thought. We blindly say and do implore, there’s more beyond this dismal art. We speak of muses, music’s muses, rhythms friends we speak of beats. Of loves and blacks and whites, the shades within. We speak of temples castes come crashing down beneath such love. We speak of doves and tearful thoughts, forgotten, lost, but still not dead. We speak of beats and kumbaya. We speak of privileged black bourgeois, of kings and serfs, the Irish too.
We speak of China’s heaven chimes, of Yin and Yang and Tang! Of doubts and friends in fear of conquered fools within retreat, of flows and rhythms winning out. We speak of ponds beneath the wind that send to rivers, streaming teem into the furrow of that root it takes the rose to heights above. Our friends we do. And we dare not apologize. The raptures far beneath such eyes, the guise it told us to submit such eyes to blindness, friends, to blind oh no! And in that strength’s resolve, evolve the beast, evolve we say to beats within. Evolve to God he rescues men, an infinite when showed unchecked. And yes, we dare not chance apologize for this cliché and blasé them to lies, my friends to lies oh no. We speak of rhythms deep inside, evolve such beats into such things await to come into evolve such beats inside against such lies. So yes, we speak of God, do you dare challenge such cliché? Today or any blasted time, our rhyme, our muse, we speak of beats and dare not challenge that our friends. We speak of every blasted corny thing, we taught and learned was wrong. Such songs cannot be stopped. We dare not hide behind a guise, we speak of rhythms friends, of God above, within, about and that’s no lie! So scoff and chide till you and yours content. We speak of rhythms friends, and loves, we speak of rhythms in above, we speak to Christians, Muslims, Jews, the Tao, and simply sounds inside. Believe in Jesus Christ and rise! We speak of love, our God cliché that truth cannot deny or die. We speak of rhythms friends, please hear us, corny it may seem but that’s our dream and we implore, there’s more than just this you and me, there’s more to see and be that’s we. We love and if such song is wrong, then let that be! It’s all we see. We speak of God, of you and we. And if you don’t then that’s Ok. He brings us truth, he helps us see, he set’s us free. So you and we let’s take that song.
We speak of rhythms friends, beg in that sound that it resound true you and we, this flesh there’s more in store for us. We speak of rhythms friend of rhymes without a time’s constraint. Of Muse’s, music songs at last inside and all around such sounds of streams and river’s flows. We speak and spoke. We will not stop this tone, cliché or out of touch till all that’s you and me, is one. There’s more to us my friends, my heart, my soul, my common beat, you’ll see. There’s more. And when the voices came to rest, the sorts a top, along the sides they grabbed the stones and threw them down. They grabbed each others hands, knelt down in silent sounds of peace and prayed. Then God transposed to spirit’s side and from the top they stomped upon the head of evil’s wicked pride. And stomp they did upon its side. And stop they did at mountain’s peaks. God’s ancient spirit deep inside began to move their feet in rhythmic form. And stomp they did up its side. And stomp they did at mountain’s peaks. God’s ancient spirit deep inside began to move their feet in rhythmic form. And stomp they did upon it’s side, and stomp they did at mountain’s peaks. God’s ancient spirit deep inside began to move their feet in rhythmic form.
And slowly peaks came crashing down. Till all was dust, but from such dust, red dust arose a form so brilliant blinded all their eyes. And tears welled up above the clouds, came washing down and cured such soars as rocks before had thrown. And in that peace benign all sorts began to sing. The waves of Jesus flowed through all to bring the truth’s sheet shining glow. The waves of Jesus flowed through all to bring the truth’s sheet shining glow. And so it ended mountain’s lie to new dimensions not yet seen. And so it ended mountain’s lie to new beginnings in that dream.