Kagemushi: My Mind is a Straight-Edge Ninjatō that Captures the Reflection of a Somewhat Cloudy Sky
they treat wise guys with repugnance, because the knowledge we push, is a mind-altering substance, that corrupts the youth, and threatens the republic; *
the world is a postmodern neo-noir samurai film,
that plays in my brain,
photons and lumens, pixels and waves
projected
on the semi-blank slate
all around me,
i live inside an art house film
inspired by lars von trier,
sion sono,
and alejandro
jodorowsky,
a post-rock
post-punk
opera,
called “lao-z and yoko ono:
half clear,
half cloudy”,
“like bruce lee
in a hall of mirrors,
but half “shinobi no mono”
and half
“charles bukowski””
a solo loco bozo
who disappears
for years,
studies dojo, zen soto and tampopo,
devoutly
alternates between
no no
and go go
a mere hobo
in a kimono,
moving county
to county,
who stumbles into the tao
every time he quits
getting rowdy
and drowsy
the black circle shogun,
scoured the hills and plains,
for 90 days, with his slithery
all reaching tentacles,
he identified my position,
and informed his generals,
they organized a raid
during our Tsukimi festival,
and descended like rain
as i was harvesting vegetables,
men, women and children were slain
in a horrific spectacle,
i fought in vain until the pain
became inexpressible,
the shogun sent his henchmen
to rape, murder, and pillage,
every 12 weeks, i feel like Nishina,
as i flee another burning village,
i fleed, ran at terrific speeds
into the wilderness
away from horrific screams,
and into the forest of bewilderment,
i climbed a mountain slope
the horsemen would find insurmountable,
to escape the fleet
i scaled to the peak of what's understandable,
the weather was treacherous,
i escaped the regiment
but now had to contend
with the elements,
wind hissed
as i ascended the precipice,
white snow danced
with enchanting eloquence,
i shivered,
i blithered
“Tengu please deliver me
from this blizzard”
i heard a whisper,
“turn left and go thither”,
in the side of the mountain
i found a fissure
the world is a postmodern neo-noir samurai film,
that plays in my brain, photons and lumens, pixels and waves
projected
on the semi-blank slate
all around me
i entered the cave, thanked the “lighter of flames”, for lighting the way, and prayed for clarity, why every 90 days, do I go from merrily, merrily to SMASH bang, absolutely terribly, fuck, shit, cunt, vulgarity after vulgarity? am i a warrior on the path with a heart or am i fucking parody?
i don’t need the faith to believe,
spare me the sermon,
i need knowledge that is solid,
i need facts that are certain,
i recapitulate the experiences that constitute my life;
the good, the bad and the unsightly,
and see that
the evil shogun and his depraved henchmen
always find me,
are always right behind me,
because they hide inside me,
projections on semi-blank slate,
… photons and lumens, pixels and waves,
all these petty tyrants are
aspects of my reflection,
unacknowledged self-hate
comes back as persecution and oppression,
a lifetime of drama
was an act of self-deception,
i gave my power away
until i learned this lesson,
yes, there really are tyrants,
we still need insurrection,
but now I see
half the battle is dealing with
my own anxiety and depression;
*
this cold world broke me
and woke me from my slumber,
i wouldn’t have learned to generate my own warmth
if life didn’t make me suffer,
like Camu, “In the midst of winter,
i found there was, within me, an invincible summer.”
taking an ice bath,
milk and honey nightcap
I'm a rogue spook
with a vision
I supply that,
light pack
the knowledge I distribute
is strictly forbidden
I'm like BAP,
I'm really like that
according to the five hundred
that control seven billion
fuck a joint and a six pack,
mk ultra, click clack
arming peasants with straight-edges
is the aim of my mission
they treat me
with repugnance,
act as if
the knowledge
i push
is a mind-altering substance,
that
corrupts the youth
and threatens
the republic
a small coven of [redacted] chess masters,
living in godlike opulence, use psychological warfare
to enslave the populous,
they promote godlessness under the guise
of “being nice crypto-communist”, and then push vice
to fill the resulting void, but it’s bottomless,
they normalize every conceivable indulgence
despite the consequence, while the robots treat cognizance
like it’s a prohibited intoxicant,
the puppet masters claim that i’m a rabble rouser,
quite the hypothesis, the only thing I am trying to rouse from the rabble
is consciousness.