Submissions by jamesvan7 (Jimmy Lincoln)

Now here's a lil story that must be told
about my delinquency at 20 years old
I got fucked by the police but
I wasnt mobbin in the streets
I was tryna keep the peace
was no beast, you got it capeesh?

I was just bein a kid
socially active and that was how I lived
outta bottles and shit
then I got punished for it
got cuffed and ticketed but it's
not the end
I've got a bright future and
I'm running towards it
in everything that I does
gonna take everything that I was
and using failure as a tool kit
I'll apply it to a good...

The summer came and went
your money left unspent
the industry makes you pay dollars for half-wits' two cents
some spread their word like a prophet
some in it for the profit
Treat em like a faucet
Turn it on for a sonnet
turn it off when they've lost it
change the topic.
partially functional
half of me aint comfortable
the other half is feelin fantastically wonderful
rid the world of the useless
money-grubbin, plastic loving, oil-hugging
fucking dudes that
exploit the soil that the people toil in
the people ain't...

Raining and draining is the cycle of the day
people complaining and hating giving me a headache
some use a happy light, others pop happy pills
I don't use either, I don't need em, and I'm happy still
I got that PMA, on some Preston Puma shit
Now I'll hit
ya with a message for y'all
a little drizzle never yanked that ball away
like Lucy did, you see kid?
How can people live like this?
In so much blatant ignorance?
News loves scandal and they fixate on the famous
We gotta get a handle on our culture or they'll shame us
we're giving less fucks...

My game feet meld the grass, dirt and leather together
like toes wriggling in the sand to blur the line between me and Earth.  
Mere moments until the tension building in the 22-man ensemble will be set loose
and each instrument will carry his own tune.
Tension released when nameless, faceless authority jolts the air
tweet!

Magnetic is the field of pulsing green.  We’re all linked,
leaving just eyes to look and legs to work and with thuds,
each step ripples the energy that has us hooked.
Thud, thud, run, look. Call, ball! Ball! Look!  I can feel that...

-Sunset Amazonica-

Your boat sits low
and you exude a proud glow,
like the Sun’s golden hand
that strolls the sand and water below.
Weighed down with pirarucu,
your small boat moves slow
toward the man at the dock his shoulders like tin plateaus.
The man is impressed by the catch he says,
admiring their fading tails of sunset red.
The man asked how long it took
and with a distant look
you replied,
“only a little while.
I have many hooks.”
The tin man asked what else you did
amid the forest of emerald atoms
where the...