onomatopoeia

i love this guy:
Saul Williams
"talk to strangers"


Nah.
I wasn't raised at gunpoint and I've read too many books
to distract me from the mirror when unhappy with my looks
and I ain't got proper diction for the makings of a thug
though I grew up in the ghetto and my niggers all sold drugs,
and though that may validate me for a spot on MTV
or get me all the airplay that my bank account would need,
I was hoping to invest in a lesson that I learned
I thought this fool had jumped me just because it was my turn.
I went to an open space 'cause I knew he wouldn't do it
if somebody there could see him or somebody else might prove it,
and maybe, in your eyes, it may seem I got punked out
'cause I walked a narrow path and then went and changed my route.
But that openness exposed me to a truth I couldn't find
in the clenched fists of my ego or the confines of my mind
or the hipness of my swagger, or the swagger in my step,
or the scowl of my grimace, or the meanness of my rep.
'cause we represent a truth son, the changes by the hour,
and when you open to it, vulnerability is power,
and in that shifting form you'll find a truth that doesn't change
and that truth is living proof of the fact that God is strange

Talk to strangers
when the family fails and friends lead you astray
when Buddha laughs and Jesus weeps and it turns out God is gay.
'Cause angels and messiahs love can come in many forms:
in the hallways of your projects, or the fat girl in your dorm,
and when you finally take the time to see what they're about
perhaps you find them lonely or their wisdom trips you out.

maybe you'll find the spot where cycles end you're back where you began,
but come this time around you'll have someone to hold your hand,
who prays for you who is there for you who sends you love and light,
exposes you to parts of you that you once tried to fight.
But come this time around you'll choose to walk a different path,
you'll embrace what you turned away and cry at what you laughed,
'cause that's the only way we're going to make it through this storm,
where ignorance is common sense and senselessness the norm.
And flags wave high above the truth and the two never touch
and stolen goods are overpriced and freedom costs too much,
and no one seems to recognize the symbols come to life,
the bitten apple on the screen and Jesus had a wife,
and she was his Messiah like that stranger may be yours,
who holds a subtle knife that carves through worlds like magic doors,
and that's what I've been looking for, the bridge from then to now,
just watching BET like what the fuck son? this is foul
But that square box don't represent the sphere that we live in,
the earth is not a flat screen I ain't trying to fit in.
But this ain't for the underground this here is for the sun.
A seed a stranger gave to me and planted on my tongue.
And when I look at you, I know I'm not the only one.
As a great man once said,
there's nothing more powerful
than an idea
who's time
has come.