, said the shotgun to the head.

Saul Williams

• Publisher: MTV Books
• Year: 2009
• eBook ISBN: 9781439184561
• Topic: Literature
• Subtopic: Poetry
• Index: Literature

The greatest Americans

Have not been born yet

They are waiting quietly

For their past to die

please give blood

Here is the account of a man so ravished by a kiss that it distorts his highest and lowest frequencies of understanding into an Incongruent mean of babble and brilliance...

what is the cost of freedom?

and how is it paid?

to be free

of the rigmarole

of age old traditions

based on submission and fear

one must pay with the courage

to stand alone

to be free

of the restraints

of a culture

that instills the will

of material possession and domination

into its citizens

one must learn to honor

the substance of their materials

and the etymological roots

of their findings

mater: fr. Latin.meaning motherthis is a material world

your priests and presidents

no longer matter

only you and i, my love

in order to commune

we must dismiss the false gods

we have granted domain

over our will and testament

this earth is our sanctuary

nothing more need be built

our mother

has erected

mountains of quartz

we only need climb

to synchronize our hearts

with hers

the truth

erupts from her core

we court a corrupted institution

subject to the division of its faculty

we are tenured students of intuition

professors of a truth beyond reason

schooled in the over priced cities

in the valleys of our consciousness

we are charged

for our own discharge

we look to the mother

knowing that our imposed tuition

will be covered

install our payment plans

in pele’s tears

all disaster

is both natural

and preventable

but imposed force

will only manifest

your fears

come, my love

we have mountains to climb

wilderness to wander

you have shown me

a love that cannot be

given or taken

let us bask

in the fullness

of ourselves

a simple kiss

now blood and breath

both awakened

a balanced diet

to sustain

life and health

we will wax and wane

in attention given from our father

we can trust he will return

yet, she is here

she has granted us this land

to forge her cycle

and when we doubt

places the ocean

in our tears

come, my love

we have oceans to sail

the painted nature

of this earth

is water-based

and will fade

if not tended

let us retrace the origin

of a kiss

they have ravished

your heart and mind

but your breath

travels freely

out of your mouth

and into mine

there is the current

i wish to sail

here is a love

uncharted

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Table of contents

• Cover
• Description
• Author Bio
• Title Page
• Copyright Page
• Dedication
• Contents
• Introduction
• Chapter 10
• Chapter 9
• Chapter 8
• Chapter 7
• Chapter 6
• Chapter 5
• Chapter 4
• Chapter 3
• Chapter 2
• Chapter 1
• Chapter 0
• Chapter 1
• Acknowledgments