《《Click on pic to link to a 2003 mp3 track》》
There are a lot of extraordinary things I have experienced. Cataclysmic, magic, extra sensory, extra terrestrial, unexplainable, inexplicable, supernatural, and some I call miracles.
When I was 18 a dear, wise teacher in my High School's English Department did my astrological wheel. He said that having my horoscope was like living the lottery. If the cash was the range of experiences I was to have in life, I would be a billionaire.
The thing is is that a lot of this shit is so out - of - the - ordinary that there is a lot of speculation as to my sanity and judgement as to the real life validity of these events. Let me put it this way: they were as real to me as real can be percieved.
The first thing that comes to mind to me is when I had a tornado, I believe it was an EF- 4, land on my car and push it from 5mph-55mph in neutral. This occurred on my birthday, November 10th, 2002, in Nashville, TN on Old Nashville Highway shortly after dark.
I rarely speak of this story, few have had it spun from my cheeks, and I have never, save a written rap song in ozenoz:one, described it in detail.
I had driven to Murfreesboro,TN to reclaim a signed Medeski Martin and Wood DVD my ex, who had me falsely charged and dumped in jail the year before shortly after moving there, had kept. Plus, I hate to say it, but I had watched the weather channel, and saw the storm fronts near the whole span of the continental U.S. long converging from North and South. I promptly watched movie "Twister" on the big screen in the West Chester University Hockey Team house that I lived in, and prepared for the challenge.
It was my little sister's 9th birthday and she was having a slumber party and had let me know she would be up late for me to drop her a present at Mom and Dad's house. I selected a Tazmanian Devil card from the grocery, you know the "Looney Toons" character who would spin around into a tornado to run? I slipped some money inside, wrote her a message and dropped it to her cute innocent smile at the backdoor.
I didn't even go home.
This was it, the showdown of two fronts, one man in a two - door 1994 Honda Civic Hatchback, one miserly ex - fiancee, and fireworks expected to lay to waste. (R.I.P.)
I had a long drive, oh yeah, I was coming from Philadelphia, PA. I took the long haul through PA into the night, down 71 through North Carolina, and further on into Tennessee. This is where the fireworks began. The clouds coming through the Smokies in north eastern Tennessee lit up for miles and hours it seemed with something I may never myth bust. It was like there was a military war going on, bombs exploding, tracers running, the clouds lit up in bright flashes and red seeping hues on their undersides. The action rose so high, that once in awhile you would see a cap of cumulus cloud formation light - up bleach white above all else.
It took me all night on the 9th, the morning of the tenth and into the afternoon to arrive at my "Final Destination".
Things did not go well when I drove up unexpectedly to my exes brothers' little house that evening. She was violently angry at ME, and her brother, well, when the fake workmans comp idiot dropped his crutches and came at me, me and "the sweet little habib" (the Honda's former owners nickname for her) drove outta there. (No dvd)
After a short stay at the police station vying for action (to no avail), I headed to bigger, and more central turf, Nashville downtown.
It all began at the Seven Eleven near the section of ramps to highways that twist you around so twisted up that I thought of it as the on ramp "Bible Belt". I was buying a pack of Marlboro lights, a coffee, and a carrot cake when I heard it, the hail. There had been swirling masses of downbursts as I ran in through the wind and rain, coming in chaos.
I will never forget that rain. It was the oddest thing I had ever experienced. It would do everything imaginable, all at once changing speed, size, temperature... and then there was the hail. Everything from golf ball sized to near baseball sized hail falling and thudding, "clancking" on cars, windows and doors all over.
As I ran from the relatively safe confines of the Seven - Eleven, I saw my first blue ribbon dinner winner. There it was, a hundred foot high funnel of black and grey spinning cloud mass, a tornado coming down the street right next to me. As I dove into the driver's seat, eyes glued to the prize, the twisting mass of fury slammed steadfast into the high rise across and disintegrated.
I wish I could say for sure if there was damage, but I had to start the car, and get on the road. But to where? As I twisted around the ramps, I saw my opportunity as the day was fading past dusk and grey down bursts danced with sheeting precipitation. Old Nasville Highway, a long fairly straight stretch of land awaited our storm running pass.
As I drove onto the road, the storm grew so thick I could hardly see. Thick black cloud cover threw rain that was like driving in a car wash, the wipers could hardly handle it!
I would say I saw maybe a total of fifteen tornado's for sure that night.
At one point, I saw one coming at my drivers side at a 45 degree angle, and steered straight into to it (all I could think of) and it worked! It threw the car into the right lane two lanes across and let us pass! No small feat doing 70mph!
There was a defining moment in the chase. It was the moment I saw the two Highway Patrol men standing in a field next to me as I slowed, and passed.
They were staring straight up across to the open field and forest lands out my driver's side window. As I looked at them, I remember thinking how transfixed and scared, and very pale their rigid faces looked. I turned to look out the window, and there the devils dance began.
Five tornado's, clear as if in day with a thousand foot ceiling above their twisting, spiny finger like entrails danced towards and around each other like spirits in a seance. They ran around, bumping like bumper cars, and the black mass of cloud above shifted and did the act of pulling them together all at once. Their bodies morphed and grew, not just equal in size, but as I watched the one orphan cone flee away from them at what seemed a hundred mph, they became exponential.
That is to say that soon, it became too clear that the new, bigger tornado was almost on top of me.
Everything outside of the car was black. The windshield washed with spinning debris and hail and rain, and I put it in neutral and let her drift down to 5mph. It was then that I said the oddest of prayers. I said, aloud, "God, I am gonna die right now, and noone is ever going to know how COOL THIS LOOKED!"
I watched in awe as the speedometer went, in neutral, climbing from 5mph to 55mph in a matter of five seconds. Something like a bumper bump of airplane turbulence, and with a "Shhwoooshhh!" everything was clear.
That was the last tornado I saw that night, or since. The news in the morning said it was the largest night of tornado's in U.S. history to date, spread across Tennessee and Michigan.
Ozenoz began that day as the place I will call my world of minuscule to many more major miracles that came into focus. I began to let go, but am still learning to " let go of letting go" in so many ways.
Thank you for your help.
3.) Skills
I got skills
Skills got me
Went to the doctor
Who did I see
The man in the yellow turban
The monkey in the wrench
The boy in his stockings
The right away bench
The string on the play
The pass gone away
The right passed in fright
The night passed away
I got skills
Skills got me
Went back home
Who did I see
The man in the hat
Taking a cat time nap
Drinking on cat nip
Smoking on that tip
Plans just came awry
But still I fly
I got skills
Skills got me
Went to the dealer
He fronted me
A very little card
With a name on the top
It said you got had
Now tell your sob
I got skills
Skills got me
What's in my way?
Why don't we see?
This shit, that shit, this is the real deal, driving down Old Nashville, hoping I get to sound off at my wheel.
I've got one coming in sideways, two at the back door, more twisters than sisters could talk back to at the front store...
What's the front store?
It's the place you go when you don't know if you can pay for what's happening.
What's going down?
It's a tornado alley hound, that’s me and I'm straight at one on which two keeps me in the lane by wind that blew across the front of my hatchback civic spitting fumes at me thinking, we may not see the exit I intended.
Sweet Little Ha, don’t worry, we get mended.
Just drive you little bitch let me drive you to the edge and then back down and we going to catch the wedge, a bite of death pie served up as a nice bowed ass tie on which to munch.
Sticks going through fence posts, hail dropping like softballs, two in uniform, standing tall waiting for mothballs by the roadside scared out of our whit, hungry for speed I just can’t get!
I crank my head to the left and see as fingers come twisting down in a stair like sea of blackness swirling from up above, they dance with each other and a fifth comes to shove.
Four merge as one and the fifth goes south on the run, and suddenly its everywhere!
I can’t tell what it is anymore.
It’s fence and trees and bushes and seized up autos by the side of the road sliding further off and hail that the gods come to goad my storm chasing fit with some tale- making whit come my way, now you say?
What to do?
Do I stay and play?
Is it pin the Sweet Little Ha to one sixty or so which she can do when we really let go or sit tight and wait what I can’t outrun, God I’m going to die now, and nobody is going to know just how much fun this shit is fucking beautiful it’s just a big black wall of fury and rain and frozen balls and wind, and, it’s a sin...
speaking of frozen balls, I stick the car in neutral and let her drift down, I don’t think I can outrun her, I’m not that much of a clown.
The speedometer is running down to somewhere around five, then we get a gentle push from our friendly windy side back up to fifty five she went with nothing on the gas, thats an in neutral, oh my ass!
Staring in wonder if this thing has got my ass, then a bump like airplane turbulence and I look up ahead, it’s clear in front of me, save the Grand Old Op… exploding in air.
I think I am through the worst I will find round these parts!
That twister said “mister, you don’t play. You live to say you got in my way, now go on your way and don’t be L-A-T-E!! I might change my mind…”
How many died?
Oh.
In the mornings news I find many before that very same tunnel had an expiration date that was for some not all within minutes of me getting pushed for free from five to fifty five in the twister – G- was that a four?
Because it shot straight up like a five if it returned that far down the tree line, that’s why I’m still alive.
But what’s in my way skills?
Skills got me?
JAM
First I’m out, then I’m in It’s a JAM
How much rap could a jam rapper rap if a jam rapper could jam rap?
I got skills
Skill got kill
Kills gets me
Skills fret free
I was fifty feet in before I knew what was happening.
Seeing triple double from a prank out acid dose, I rode in.
I was in The Lincoln Tunnel.
A stolen bike my ride stolen with pride wiped free of serial numbers and repainted sky blue oh.
Five.
Oh.
Not by my hand she rode true.
With five points in oh swivel sweet sight sore and tight oh a seat from some low riding thug, an awkward beach cruiser bars muck on a high frame that moved her smooth.
No turning back now, just fucking MOVE!
Cars come at me with a twelve inch walk that barely holds my turns if I want to adjust.
There's no turning back, I'm in it straight through.
Half blind and scared whit less let's just get fucking through!
He's doing 80, another 85, OH.
That limo coming up at me had better not take a dive.
I swerved in a panic, head against the wall, soot gathering thick, not standing tall.
This is fucked!
I say to the cop just passing uselessly by.
5-0 Just ride on motherfucker, you aren’t going to die!
Three town cars later, one caught my coattails, hits my jacket up tight to my hip, and thankfully on the accelerator before I lost my grip.
This shit is tighter than Mother Mary's pussy on the day the man died.
That's tight if you know, I don't know.
Ride!
I got a five point oh in grade school.
Make it a good one.
Nowhere to hide!
That car changes lanes and pushes the wind from whom he moved out and I'm pinned.
Can't see the end, don't want to look back, dirty filthy hands and my face is turning black!
Then I go around and it’s time for a break, a curve, a halfway point.
Round a funny sidewalk which oddly enough was camp for some schmuck.
I’m not running that hard, it's only a buck!
Zip.
Trip.
Slip.
Dip.
Flip.
Nip.
Tuck and run.
Wandering and wondering in a wonderful cry , clueless as to if patrol's “jelly jelly!”s’going to send one more by.
Nothing they can do until it's over, as I fry.
A very careful thrill but I can't live here, move on.
I picture my fall and wonder how fast that Mercedes will kill me as he moves through my ass.
You don't fucking move, you going to freeze up.
Create a closed off scene like a sick little pup.
I don't care, I just ride, I'm tripping and spinning and fucked up beyond belief
Yeah I be frying so hard.
I'm seeing trailers in the headlights afar, the dust cloud is choking me free from the walls with God knows what inside of their jaws.
Some fucking closed gateway like all of them in my past, probably dead end.
Camera's galore, It's visible they'll send.
Now I'm nervous.
How hard is THAT going be?!
"How the fuck do I know?! Let me go free!"
Stop looking for the end and hug the motherfucking brick, it makes them feel safe and not stopping to stick and stall, If some fucking blind grandmother who shouldn't at all not be driving, not prudent, causes a ten car pileup it's not going to matter if I'm fucking still alive!
It's sick fucking fun at this motherfucking point, I made it this far, I need a victory joint.
There's a light, it's ahead, its’ definitely far.
I'm pissed off and tired and hoping this tar that’s coating my body causes some toxic haze.
I hope I never get to do this again, one of these days!
It isn’t hard like their passing in victory laps saying Holy SHIT!
That's a rider, and he's almost passed!
I'm black as death and covered in soot, afraid my breath will cause my foot to stutter and stagger and swerve at the end.
Zip, dip, flip, trip, slip, grip, rip, and fuck, stick it in the air.
At this point if they stop me, I have no way to send myself home, not that I have one son.
Unbelievable shit, please leave me alone.
How do I end up in this shit?
I'm not fully grown, UP yeah, or PEAKED yet that will be fun! Tell the 5-0 "I'm thrilled, nice to meet you and nice fucking gun."
But I'm tripped out and stupid and that might not be fun.
Ride on motherfucker, you don't look like a jerk.
How many can say on this very day that THEY took this ride, not many I PRAY!
Then it's over, a release, a wide swatch of grass.
Rolling like a dog to relieve my ass.
The grass is black, but I am intact.
Sweet Jesus, look where you're going you dumb fucking ass!
There is one way in.
There is one way out.
Do it again for fun?
I BET YOU, NOT!
I'm not that stupid.
But I just rode hot.
Through The Lincoln Tunnel baby, I made it, FREE AND ALIVE!
I don't know why, but they left me alone.
As naked and vulnerable as I was, there was no charge filed and no disturbance caused.
The things that passed, us and them, we all stayed alive, OZENOZ and Them and me and hey, trip on tripper!
Just know
It wasn't my time to go
In through the outdoor
Or out through the indoor
I got skills
skills got me
Make me dead and set me free
Make me dead and set me free
Make me dead and set me free
Make me dead and set me free
If curiosity will kill this cat nine times in a row, I am still dead, but yet I flow
I got skills
Skills got me
Went to the doctor
Who did I see
The man in the yellow cheese head brat’s that
The monkey in the wrench
The boy in his stockings
The right away bench The string on the play
The pass gone away
The right passed in fright
The night passed away
I got skills
Skills got me
Went back home
Who did I see
The man in the hat
Taking a cat time nap
Drinking on cat nip
Smoking on that tip
Plans just came awry
But still I fly
I got skills
Skill got me
Went to the dealer
He fronted me
A very little card
With a name on the top
It said you got had
Now tell your sob
I got skills
Skills got me
I got skills
Skills got me
Odds are from two to the head from chasing skills you wind up dead
Just No one
Just Know ONE
TWO TO THE HEAD!
One For two.
Two to the head!
Comments
Post a Comment