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Romantic Call 2013 Version – KP Kev the Poet

KP Kev the Poet on a 90s Ragga Dancehall classic. Available for free from http://www.soundcloud.com/kevthepoet

 

Terror!$t Threats (UK Indigo remix) by KP Kev the Poet

 

MONETARY SYSTEM – KP & El Bib (feat Droegen Boys and Dub Revolution)

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Kiesza and the Hideaway video’s cultural gentrification

Maybe I’m fanning the flames of unnecessary data but the conversation would probably amuse me.

Kiesza

I like her music video with the choreographed dancing. And the graff. And the high-tops. And the graffiti. I don’t generally like pop music but I’d dance to that (ghetto-card revoked.) So the vibe was kinda old skool HBut in the words of DMX “everything starts from the streets.” That is street culture in a pop video. From b-boying to the graff that’s Hip-Hop culture.

So how do we feel about that? Should urban culture be proud that it’s mainstream (and has been for several years, don’t get me wrong.) The Michael Jackson Bad video was urban culture in a pop video decades ago and you can see the MJ influence in the direction.

We don’t have to feel any way about any of it really, it is what it is. Half the people buying the record won’t know about street culture, we could assume that half the people involved in the making of the video won’t care about street culture but we might be wrong, Hip-Hop has influenced the most middle class by now. Maybe we’ll assume that most of the people buying the record will probably credit the artist for the direction rather than the label, the video director and/or the stylists. I’m not saying a mainstream artist has no power over these things, I’m saying I don’t know, we don’t know.

It’s like when Lady Gaga came out looking bat-poo crazy and everybody said she was an avant garde genius. Was she? Or did she do what her label told her to. Maybe she is a genius, I don’t know, we don’t know. So maybe they love street culture, graffiti, skateboarding and b-boying. Maybe they don’t care but street culture sells.

Maybe those of us who love street culture should just be happy that it sells. Cos apparently in the late 70s when b-boying, graffiti and Addidas tracksuits were fresh the owners of those record labels called Hip-Hop culture a fad that would be over in a few years.

I don’t know anything else about Kiesza other than that music video, I don’t know squat about mainstream culture usually. But the video was dope and it made me think about Hip-Hop culture which I dare say I know and love, it raised some questions that have no answers but may encourage healthy debate.

But you know, I could have had a similar debate when PJ and Duncan rapped Let’s Get Ready To Rumble, I don’t know why I’ve started now…

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ESXgJ9-H-2U

 

rest tests n lessons (working title.)

An intense rapid succession of rest tests n lessons,
Yet excess of blessings to help with the resting.

It is what it is, all open, all intelligence,
All me but no me, all everything, temples to tenements.

Developments as Craig says “exaltation stations”,
I stop seeking meaning to these vibrations beyond inspiration 

for complete relaxation (of body and mind), there’s always time
even during the most intense emotions unwind,

cos even through anger, upset or depression
you are exalted as nature itself (thanks Silvan) as perfection.

and whether you see fear or love, breasts or erections
(or anything else I could mention). Relax and ease tension.

It’ll undoubtedly change your perception.
You’ll see love where you’re looking and know it’s all reflection.

{Gratitude to the BV community for inspiration.

Yeah, as brother Craig says, “exaltation stations.”

 

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Red Tape, paper-work, bureacracy and out-shining

I am still in the process of out-shining many years of avoiding paperwork.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Every life is different, every lifestyle is different, every person is different and every moment is different. So I do not believe that there is a universal right way or wrong way to live your life.

For a while I lived on the edge of society – to some I was “homeless and unemployed” and to others I was “squatting and performing poetry”. I was happy most of that time but rat piss and cold winters were an issue. That did not push my own personal boundaries as much as working full time with people I didn’t get on with did. But taking a short moment to relax has helped me maintain emotional stability while I pushed my boundaries for more financial stability.

Now that I am no longer living the life of a vagabond gypsy poet, HMRC know that I am self employed, I have to keep a record of all the money I earn. Will I remember to write down every CD I sell at festivals? Even the ones sold round a fire at 4in the morn for a few quid and a good conversation? Saying things like “This is all very counter-intuitive for me” is simply retelling a story that doesn’t help me. I believe this is what some call “reification”, making something that is not real into something real with an independent nature. My years of not filling out forms is not a ‘thing’ that can hurt me or prevent me from filling out forms now. It may just feel like it occasionally.

Years of avoiding and replacing, and I was happy during those years I avoided bureacracy and replaced it with squatting. But it had it’s ups and downs and that was an unreliable solution. The laws on squatting changed, sometimes the squat had to change and we’d all have to move, sometimes there was no money of electricity and no way to rig it. Sometimes there was no water. Avoiding and replacing does not lead to consistent mental and emotional stability.

Saying things like “I don’t even like talking about money and I don’t like filling out forms and I don’t like being in cahoots with the Government” is re-telling a story that doesn’t help me. I guess the poet in me just wants to be understood. That’s why I tell these stories and share these emotions, I want people to understand why I feel the way I feel or may be feeling too sensitive to be sociable and ‘normal’. But someone that always wanted to be part of society is hardly likely to understand someone that never wanted to be part (and spent a good part of his adult life plotting ways to bring it down.)

However if both people rely on open intelligence and stop thinking from their individual points of view they will understand each other and what they don’t understand they will accept.

You do not have to share experiences with someone to accept them, you do not have to agree with someone to accept them. It may help if they are not forcing their opinion on you but it doesn’t have to.

So I didn’t like the government and I don’t like filling out forms for a corrupt hypocritical system. But I do like 4 walls and a roof, I do like central heating (not as much as our fire place though) and although I disapprove of invading other countries to steal their natural resources I appreciate the fact that we are not being invaded. So I thank society for the luxuries it offers me. But I still reminisce about the days chopping wood and fetching water occasionally. Data, data, data, what am I actually trying to say?

I am in the process of out-shining years of avoiding paperwork. I really don’t like doing it for a multitude of reasons, I feel restricted by the bureacracy, my life never fits into the boxes they set out, I feel like I am collaborating with a government that exists to make the rich richer and the poor poorer especially if those poor people live elsewhere and especially if those poor people are brown, I feel intimidated by forms and paper-work, always scared I’m going to say or write the wrong thing… and filling out forms is boring. But preferable to being homeless, or going to court.

The red tape and bureacracy are just another reflection from my mind. And each form to fill out is just another ever changing cloud in a never changing sky.

And at least if I decide to go off-grid again I’ll aim to have enough cash for decent burner and a decent sleeping bag and I won’t be so judgmental of the ways other people are living. Every life is different, every lifestyle is different, every person is different and every moment is different.

One moment at a time. One day at a time.

SATSANGARANG (featuring Craig R Ninjah)

SATSANGARANG

Synchromystics in ya districts, collaborative poem starring Craig R Ninjah and KP Kev the Poet

Kev the Poet:- 
Guess whose back like Jack Baur? Never spit a rhyme that’s wack, now ya
…know why when I chat the crowd go BRRAP louder.
KP… redefining black power.
Aim the mic at ya, get charred to black powder?
Nah, turned into a multicoloured rainbow aura…
Strange though, could have been painful though I’d rather exalt ya,
Used to want ta Sergeant Slaughter body-slam a congressman for every starvin daughter
Figuratively speaking, no, I’m not startin on ya.
KP on a sick beat… is a shark in the water.
I hit the synchro-corner on a 6 speed quickly.
Cut down on sticky icky, used to twist me, now each short moment
resting busy…
…yeah I know ya missed me x

Craig R Ninjah:-
Pun’ a rewind flex like the ninja turtles,
thru no time and pure space we gonna hurtle,
Bustin some Ultimate warrior top rope neon jumping, bass thumping,
every moment relaxing and data crunching,
HYPE THE JAM, allowing the massive vibe to spread all across the lands,
cos we roll deeper than Poseidon, cos we got our eye on,
the treasure island of gold, that we all i and i on,
yes there captain vibes ahoy,
more beautiful than Helen o troy ,
yes ya know evertyime, its bombs of
open intelligence that we deploy,
with nothing to seek and nothin to destroy –
rocking the mic ever steady cos we the real McCoy –
crispier than fresh out the freezer raw chocolate,
better than the one Santa got,
hot off the synchro corner, yes ya know we rock the spot!

KP Kev the Poet:-
yes ya know we rock the spot, dub or hip-hop,
even junglists have been known to put out to the shock,
unintentional double meanings, the universe wanted that rhyme to get written,
resting busy with nothing to do and nowhere to go yet never quittin,
how can my shadow exist if I’m all light?
Even through anger or depression I’m alright,
learning to love my shadow, forgiving my selfishness
Invoking synchronicity, exalting my selflessness,
appreciating the ability to chill through the lessons.
Remembering sometimes the curses are blessings.
Exalting the past but living in the now,
you’d think it’s Game of Thrones the way there’s shifting power,

appreciating the naturally unfolding growing organically, easefully manifesting the magic of being peacefully

Still get anxious sometimes and write poems about it,
still feel like a God sometimes n write raps about it, to scream and shout it,
still got faith, but sometimes I doubt it,
still see with clarity, but sometimes it’s just clouded,
still love to rebel but ironically eventually learned quick
infinity ‘s only a moment away, and each moment confirms it.

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Gratitude to Craig for the inspiration and constant outshining.

pimpin synchros blessed

Poetry – ‘Timelines (The Mandela Effect)’ and ‘Thankyou Universe’

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‘Timelines (The Mandela Effect)’

Analysing various timelines from a birds eye view, was heard rhyming truth
bout chakras before Joey Badass’s 1st or 3rd eye grew,

Rhyming bout dimethyltriptamine before Ab-Soul or Fliptrix got lean
Rhyming for trippers before the Underachievers formed a trippy team.

Ahead of my timeline, but many already know and respect,
Ahead of my timeline, I know the Mandela effect.

Ahead of my timeline, flipping the the space-time continuum
Inside out, the cutting edge is all I like to rhyme about.

No ego, sometimes I wish I wasn’t ahead to be honest, it’s cool
But being ahead of your time isn’t always financially profitable

But the best things in life are free and now I’m profiting too
Still value love more, it’s more  hospitable. Still got more hot spit-ables!

Ahead of my timeline? Nah, that’s impossible
Cos now is all there is at all, it’s all exalted, it’s not shocking at all.

Now is all there is, it is what it is, but if it’s the music biz,
Get perspective if you feel  business ain’t all that music is.

Ahead of my timeline? Nah, that’s impossible
Cos now is all there is at all, it’s all exalted, it’s not shocking at all.

Now is all there is, it is what it is, but if it’s the music biz,
Get perspective – cos even NOW does not exist.

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‘Thankyou Universe’ (written as a guest-verse for Maxi’s song)

 

This is a thank you to the universe…
The stars, the sun… the moon, The Earth,

Air, fire and water, the pure space of shining spirit
In my case inclined to feel it… In a baseline or a lyric

Inspiration put the spirit and iration inside ya,
Da riddim rider… and one love vibe provider,

We’re not performing, we’re sharing, yeah sharing
Gifts, talents, experiences, memories of friends caring.

Reminding us to stay in the now does not exist in this moment,
Enjoying the illusion of time flowin’.

Appreciation for the breeze, sunshine, shade from trees,
Fresh water, streams, springs, fresh blossoms season brings.

Appreciation for the hugs, the late one’s, conversations,
The empathy, the hemp and tea, and deeper felt vibrations.

That is appreciation… for the universe…
The stars, the sun… the moon, The Earth,

xxx xxxxx xxxxxxxx