Higher Plane.

I’m gonna play my vinyl in the urinal, and that’s final
Life is bad when you're sad
Ain't you glad they took you out of school, coz you were cool
Chicks don’t understand your waveband, don’t know the beat, take a seat
Let me explain, give it plain, feel the pain, I’m on a higher plane
Take a shot, I’m hot, fire around my soul, like coal burning in the night, dynamite
Touch the aura, stars at night delight in my plume
They give me room to shine, divine
Radio waves take me further down
DJ thinks it’s cool to swear, records on air, doesn’t understand, I’m on a higher plane
Can’t explain to lower creed, we give them seeds to grow, and still, they sow
Watch them bow and scrape, no escape, see them run
Radioactive fallout kills the pain, don’t eat the fruit without the silver suit
Read the signs, stars are on the wane, I’m on a higher plane
Black women wear white to shine the skin, purify the race, educate the masses to a greater state
White man loves black, he sees the dark touching deep, can’t sleep without the thought, black women enslaved to bleed, chained and made to sleep
White women wear black to get back, we’re all insane, you know where I am
Now we’re on the moon, and very soon to change the smile to gloom
Looking down I saw Iran 
Pressed a button during sandwich break, changed the map forever
Rediscovered China on a trip to Mars, now there’s just a wall
Made the six o’clock around the globe
Jupiter seemed a distant star, and we all went to sleep
Tomorrow was another day to play.

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

A "Howl"-ish, Rap-ish, rhythmic rant of relevance...sanity eludes us...radio buttons, red buttons, "Ground Control to Major Tom"...war-rooms, mushrooms...up beat, down beat, dead beat...Finger-snaps & cigarette smoke to you my brilliant friend!

[Paul Bell]

That review could be a song, Annette. lol

[barleygirl]

WOWZA! You've taken the beatnik riffs to a whole new level of relativity! Your rhymes & barely-connected free association felt like I was being drawn forward along a path of stones, narrow & wobbly, about to fall into the water as I try to keep up with the snappy pace of your fanciful journey. To me, this has the deliberate crafting I want to see in a piece that is apparently haphazard . . . a lesson to all the fledgling young riffers who are abundant on this website lately! *smile* (((HUGS)))

[Paul Bell]

You're so right, Margie. It was a haphazard night.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

This feels beatnik and topsy turvy radio all at the same time...im spinning and clicking my heels screaming I wanna go home and I can't get no satisfaction all in the same breath!

[Paul Bell]

Nice to see you screaming. Where have you been.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

The bigger question is where haven't I been😁

[Paul Bell]

Where haven't you been.

[Einstein Noodle]

i feel all of this Paul ..frustration, anger, loss of hope, disappointment .. whew ..even the safe haven of the bathroom urinal has a certain scent that is discomfiting .. good vinyl or no .. the thing i really like about this poem is the spectrum it takes me to ..technology and Orwellian realities put us all they way out there ... looking down at such a small thing ... button in hand ... we don't have to all be the same to accept our differences ..we don't have to be ashamed to speak those differences out .. we don't have to all live together together ... just in the same neighborhood ..or only next door ..or a ways down the holler .. i love different ... ominous closing when the players seem to lack the abilities and sensibilities to even be watchers of the game :(
E.

[Paul Bell]

Thanks Einstein. The game seems to change everyday. But the division is so tangible now.

[Einstein Noodle]

yes it is :(

[DIVYA]

Looking down I saw Iran
Pressed a button during sandwich break, changed the map forever

Oh I love this Paul! Its hilarious. We are crazy, Our leaders are clowns. How can we expect anything but doom and gloom in this mad chaos and inconsistencies?

[Paul Bell]

Yeah, one day we'll wake up to find we're dead. lol

[DIVYA]

Not funny hehe

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, we are all insane...i kept humming that steve winwood song....
we are so knee jerk with our reactions to everything nowadays...or we hide in the bathroom listening to vinyl...good old vinyl...hiding in the past...

significant write...one way or another we try to shine...those who do naturally---others look up to.

j.

[Paul Bell]

To many buttons to press. That appears to be the problem.