DARIAS LANHAM

POETRY 
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Ohini Jonez is a pissed off artist who can't take it anymore. Born in the city-state of Brunswick, on the Planet Georgia in the Stankonia Star System (Dirty South), Ohini Jonez has had to tolerate a lot of bullshit. Monopoly's taking over the industry and breaking it down into 3 companies distributing music. Weak ass writers only talking about pussy and dick with nothing adding to the imagination. Dry political rhetoric from Black people who forgot Democrats fuck them too, only its with a condom so you feel a little less disrespected. Oh yeah, and people who pour paint on a canvas, let their six year old walk on it, and call it art. Just because your beats are off key don't make you Sun Ra, it means you're tone def. Just because you pause instead of saying like in your similes doesn't make you an artistic genius, it means you steal from Big Sean. If you paint and can't draw put some meaning behind it. And poets, please progress what the hell you say, because some of you don't, stuck in 1995 and shit... dildo's...
August 26th 1987 to Infinity I'm out this bitch like a one night stand....




Black Warhol


When will Edie commit suicide? And do you think she'll let us film it?
Can we catch her soul in a digital camera...
Or will the release of her spirit simply burn into the 8millimeter film of my mind?
Using my apathy to take the worlds self destruction in context
You all deserve it... Letting 15 minutes of fame and imaginary value
Trick you into thinking any of this is worth it at all
Contempt is the first sign of becoming a monster, under a full moon of fallacy
My genuine concern has transformed into a snarling malevolent pity
Its malevolence is designed so I don't feel pain and waste tears
That would only bead and slip off your plastic world
Despising my humanity for connecting me with silicone two legged impostors
Microchip wired technovirus infected digested potential
Shitted out listening to Top 40 in a cubicle pushing pencils
Shitted on by a system that only rewards minstrels
Poisoning the planet Mother Nature on her Menstrual
In this current state of PMS (Post Modern Society)
The law of Prehistory applied to life today
The law of the jungle is competition, meanwhile civilization
Is merely an Extinction Level Event away
Maybe the roaches can do better....


Cultural Evolution


Hunger is murder and war is time wasted while some needledick with a phallic complex
Finger fuck's someone's fate with the extension of his failed manhood
Feeling like I'm Che leading a revolution towards spiritual communism
Urging man to share in nothing but a sense of Oneness
Instead we're a Nation of numbed affection and neglected dreams
Satisfied with the material when the ties that bind us are not of this World
I seek this Infinite Energy in an Internal Deep Space
Making portals to the Soul out of Beat Breaks
Chopping loop's of truth and spitting 16's of Experience
While God man's the turntables on my Inner Galactic Stage
Hip Hop is my Culture and we were born in Poverty matured through Bloodshed
And now we emerge as a movement only lacking in direction
I suggest our Movement marches in the direction of Love
With just enough skepticism to separate the real from the Dream World


BY DARIAS LANHAM, NOM DE PLUME OHINI JONEZ