I fucking love EYEDEA…

By tdf, January 8, 2017

Of all the poets, all the writers, I have delved into, found their expression of soul and heart, there remains always, one man, who finds me as I find him, namely as always honest as the forest; his name was Eyedea. A poet of Saul Williams class, a lyricist of Sage Francis Venusian rhyming righteousness. His ability and need and drive to express himself…more than inspires, it staggers me, finds me in awe of the magic of encountering a dead man of my own kin.

Its simply a case of finding not the poetic, not the well read, not the intellectual, but those who mean EVERYTHING they say, EVERYTHING they do. Most people do the very opposite, every day of their lives. Fuck the intellectuals any day of any week, just give me Honesty and Openness…Like me, Michael Larsen could be a bit of a cock at times, overly playful, jousting with his potent mind and enquiring, confronting spirit, to the point of dismay, yet always, he meant well as in to make people confront themselves, and more importantly, he meant EVERYTHING.

Eyedea could battle. He always had words, no doubt the most of which were unprepared; for he sought fun, not victory. And battled his best when faced with not his foes, but his kin. For to bounce upon and off them, within the cocoon of brotherly love, set him to his most free and manic…

I love this dead man. I mourn for him. Understand in terribly dark ways why he was the way he was. For life is rarely pleasant as a truth-teller. John the Baptist had it worse than me. and I hope hugely, from the depths of my heart which only one can plumb, that he remains, alive and thriving, pouring his poetry plucked verbatim from the guitar of his soul strings. Yet I have much of his honesty. And I hurt. To find so many, close to All…

lying, lying, lying,

showing zero interest, in how by doing so, their soul is dying.

‘Im a child that believes in magic’

And a man who has learned,
that nothing comes for free…
id still and do like to believe,
that true love,
the purest bearings of souls,
between the most natural of nature,
man and woman,
which is no insult to the gays,
its simply what Nature shows us,
I yes, still hope and hope to believe,
that it can sit side by side then find itself above,
brotherly love.
Tribal sensations,
when you know,
maybe they cant soothe my heart when adversity strikes,
but they are the Ones at the door,
ready to die, as well as kill,
for my cause…