You,citizen, who
thruout history has been our adversary
don' know m'name
nor will y' ever.
If y'even bother t' look in m'eyes
it be not the windows o' m'Spirit
y'SEE
that Essence o' who I be
emanatin' from the Source-
m'Heart,
rather, y'jes be gazin' upon
another set o' eyes expressin'
sadness,anger,dread,'n' all
the other emotions o' one
trapped in a world gone insane...
Y'never acknowlege me
as I sit in shadows on m'front porch
in Night
studyin' driftin' clouds
as a matter o' fact
yr afraif o' shadows 'n' Night
'n' clouds for you
be jes harbingers o' rain 'n' snow
which y'don' love
as wondrous gifts o' Nature...
nor d'y'ever gaze upon
horses o' fire dancin'
in flames o' a campfire
in Night
as if an altar o'
onliest "religion"
y'could ever "b'lieve"
that sacred fire that
cooks yr meal
that lights darkness
where music 'n' dancin'
'n' passion
reign
'n' day's pain c'n
hopefully be forgotten
at least till Dawn...
'N' y' look upon me
as jes another po'
illiterate,low life that
y'think yr taxes support
when in fact y'give me nothin'!
except more angst
jails hunger
despair
very air I breathe
tainted wi' poison o'
you 'n' yr societus
o' death-eatin'
Earth-destroyin'
idiocy!
Y'been rapin' 'n' slaughterin'
m'Kind for thousands o' years
m'tears could create
rivers 'n' floods t' destroy y'
'n' I would if m'Magick
were that strong
yet I will not do such wrong
as you
have done for all o' yr "history"...
rather,I shall be me
that nebulous ridiculous "identity"
that means nothin'
when winds caress
Earth
'n' sway trees
move clouds
'n' make tribes o' birds sing
I shall be me
jes another wild thing
unleashed upon this
magnificent Mother Earth
tho I am fleshed
as if one o' human animals
like,you
tho y'd never cop t' such
for y'like t'think
yr above
all
animals
rocks
rivers
trees
flowers
bugs
Night
fire
wind
sun
moon
love in loins
that creates evolution...
even yr "gods'
y'reject
don' respect
ai! y'damned one o' species!
yet I,
outcast
rejected
annihiliated
genocided
survive
even unto this 21st century
howlin' like m'wolf brothers 'n' sisters
y'll never!
ay! y'll never succeed!
in destroyin'
ones such as we
who are in fact this planet's destiny!
No! Y'don' know m'name!
Nor c'n y'ever know
this love that be a sacred fire
a-burnin' in m'heart!
ay,m'life be art
somethin' y'shun
as a fantasy
o' degenerates
or rich pretentious dilentantes!
yet this art be Earth
neath m'fingernails not dirt!
from workin' wi' beloved Earth
'n' jes workin'...
this art be songs
sometimes sad
other times ecstatic
this art be colors
on canvas 'n' wood
slate 'n' cloth
this art be words
'n' very act o' livin'...
II
'N' in fact I be o'
that Tribe o' Outlaw Poets
we precocious ones who back in those
now aincient times o' the '50's
dug on James Dean 'n' Marlon Brando
'n' bent an ear t' Billie 'n' Dizzy
Bird 'n' Monk,Dexter 'n' Wardell
'n' Mingus 'n' Trane
'n' Jack Kerouac Ginsberg
Bremser Ted Joans Bob Kaufman
DiPrima
Perkoff 'n',like,that...
'n' we were jes lil' apprentice Hipsters
then
'n' now we be ol' Hipsters
still bendin' an ear
t' Slim Gailliard 'n' Lord Buckley
'n' Harry :the Hipster" Gibson
t' DIG them words
o' those Outlaw Poet Pioneer
Wordslingers
'n' Ecstasy bringers
t' our Nights
for which we live
'n' survive
in spite o' all them shucks
'n' drags
but,man,we,like,KNOW
as insane as this world be
IT be beautiful yet
as we create wi' our artz
as Outlaw Poets
'n' not even eternity
c'n silence nor suppress
that
'cause if there be any such
IT be these our words
'n' artz
that be authentically
"holy"...
Gypsy James
