Spit.E.Zen

Here's someone I've been listening to lately. Seemingly coming out of nowhere, this contemporary, political wordsmith adds raw emotion to his talent for writing, with impressive results.

The music of Spit.E.Zen is often dark, humorous, tragic, and sometimes a bit disturbing. I would not recommend it to anyone in a mentally bad place, and those of you ostriches out there (who bury your heads when it comes to real world issues) will recoil in horror as Spit.E.Zen challenges the status quo and possibly all you believe in. But that's a good thing. You need challenging.

The underlying beats and tunes (of which I know not the origin) coupled with the global issues covered, give a strong feel of Immortal Technique. It's far from being an imitation, but there is definitely some influence here.

His origins are unknown. Perhaps he was raised by foxes in a run-down area of Hackney, or maybe he's a posh-kid ashamed of his privileged upbringing. Maybe he's just a Banksy rap-off rip-off.

For whatever reason, Spit-E-Zen decides to mask his true identity. Maybe one day we'll see the man behind the mask.

Feel his pain.

Have a listen,

To the one and only

Spit.E.Zen.

Ruining Potential

(The Law of Four/Motions of Emotion part three)

Ruining Potential

Not today, perfect stranger,

Must hurry, avoiding danger,

Feeling cursed, somewhat crippled.

Neurosis high, worries tripled.

Shutters down, curtains drawn.

Conspiring voices, paranoia borne.

Lock door, deactivate phone,

Payment due, another loan.

Oppressors are watching always,

Poisoning your lemon haze.

Often difficult to evade,

I dread being afraid.

Now overcome, drop guard.

Early steps, especially hard.

Perseverance, calm, both essential,

Stop fear ruining potential.

A Gentle Flower

Love is a gentle flower,

A beautiful sight to see;

Beginning life as a bud,

Unsure of what is to be;

It carefully opens up,

Absorbing sunlight for free;

Then shows its true colours while,

Blossoming beautifully.

A flower that has been picked,

Has a future that is bleak;

It withers and browns quickly,

Starts to die within a week;

The beauty is lost for good,

Never regaining its peak;

To find the strongest petals,

Within nature one must seek.

Love's flower's no different,

The rest of the plant's a must;

The roots are stability,

While the stamen is the lust;

The seeds are the potential,

The stem is support and trust;

With these key ingredients,

Nature is fair and just.

Photosynthesising joy,

Enough to last the dark night;

But even in the darkness,

The flower seeks out the light;

Instinct acts as a compass,

Highlighting paths left and right;

Somebody said love is blind,

But it has no need for sight.

Once the flower's at its best,

Honey bees move in with haste;

They can't resist temptation,

Leaving with legs that are laced;

In the flower's sweet nectar,

Because all will want a taste;

The flower's happy to share,

Because love's a shame to waste.

Love's Sight

(The Law of Four/Motions of Emotion part two)

Love's Sight

The Green Goddess winks,

Then my anxiety shrinks.

Enter! Blissful zen shower,

Blossom well gentle flower.

While Valerian healer nurses,

Sweeping away karmic curses,

Sleep a thousand sleeps,

Awake when imagination leaps.

Free from any complications,

Low, soft, smooth vibrations,

Echo through head space,

Fortune falling into place.

Yang with no yin,

Like confession without sin.

Shine on, bright light,

Rest within Love's sight.

Sick Boy

(The Law of Four/Motions of Emotion part one)

Sick Boy

Wake up, vigor numb,

Stay home, feel dumb.

Spirit's crushed, soul drained,

Drugs, alcohol, culprits blamed.

Desires evaded, dreams culled,

Talent wasted, options mulled.

Titlted scales, economy pinched,

Stones cast, motivation lynched.

Uninvited, forgotten, shunned joy,

Useless, worthless, sick boy.

Mood killer, attention seeker,

Flake, disappointment, confidence weaker.

Before dawn, excuses ready,

Voice confident, hand steady.

Come tomorrow, walk alone,

Try again, future unknown.

The Law of Four/Motions of Emotion

I started a four part poem series a while back called The Law of Four/Motions of Emotion

It was an experiment in word craft really. I will start to post them.

I Dream

I dreamed a dream of the night before,

When I awoke I was craving more.

T'was purer and truer than any real thing,

Where the people, they dance and the birds, they sing,

But a song of peace and a dance of love,

A happiness shining down from above.

When I awoke, oh my eyes, they burned,

Denying the truth that I had learned,

The land that appears in my own dream,

Does not exist, or so it would seem.

The world where I live is not one of peace,

You can plaster a crack, iron a crease,

But the scars of this world, remain forever,

My life is devoted to this endeavour.

To change for good, I'll find peace only then.

Or perhaps I'll just go to sleep again.