hyatt mason
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"another poet songwritter vocalist..."
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28 years old
LAS VEGAS, Nevada
United States
Last Login: 10/11/2008
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| General | the way things are-2008
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if waited so long for this moment
where I’m standing
here
in front of you
without words to speak
or secrets to keep
alone in a crowded room
id reach out to touch what I thought was impermeable
discernible like understanding
right now like demanding
I’m still standing
and waiting
ill hurry up and wait with fate out of my hands
plans for tomorrow like memories of yesterday
how permanence is temporary
and hurt is necessary
like the day will start and end
with or without me
faced with terminal
internal deterioration
my patience is waning
so just take what you came for
motives opaque like a stained glass adorned front door
these lymph nodes that chose
to superimpose
the worst case scenario
low blow hitting below the belt
I felt we dealt with this all before
blood cells turned inward like black hole singularity
and the doctors say that you’re not strong enough for
chemotherapy
fuck your pink ribbon
till god had given me just this one answer
ill wear a tourniquet in solidarity
instead cuz in the end itd work faster
id give my right arm for one life free from cancer
Susan g. Colman has stolen the breathe from my lungs
racing for the cure has left me back at square one
which way do you go when the next step is
inevitability?
Stand still like water
teeter and totter
or accept your place in the cycle with humility?
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this is a noose-2007
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this is a noose
where by is hung the inequity of injustice
and not just
for the 9th ward or Louisiana
but for Palestine for the Sudanese
for monks being murdered in Berma
the jena 6 is like the Genesis for genocide
as the basis for racist homicide
this rope serves as means to an end
and lets not pretend or lie
that playing hide and go-seek to an 8 year old child
is the same thing as having to seek and go-hide
so this is a noose
where by is hung the representation
of the disintegration of the middle class
what im saying is that nothing ever lasts
so when brown people start climbing the ranks
social elites start breaking the banks
keep the poor, poorer
and in warmer climates
they hold down fort in underground bunkers
while above they destroy the environment
cuz it wont matter much when only the rich survive
Katrina was just a baby, next to what ahead of us lies
lies.
aint that the truth.
we're no scientists so they say theres not enough proof
to prove that decades of fossil fuels toxicity
has put us is peril relative to income
not just ethnicity.
so this is a noose
whereby dangles the misrepresentation of truth
under which is found the disenfranchised youth
holding pens and American flags and dreams not yet fulfilled
hands overflowing with anxiousness so that they can hardly sit still
force fed medication to subdue creative thought
they're less concerned about your soul
more worried about what you've bought
so from this noose hangs a noose hangs another behind it
so the imagery of lynchings is on the tips of tongues keep silent
because its violent.
because its supposed to be written as history books lessons
but the lessons we're forgetting is history repeats and im guessing
theres to much money involved to for them today to use ropes or chain gangs
so they'll use rims and false profits and credit ratings
its tight right now but its sure to get tighter
shed the night lite now cuz its only gonna get brighter
so this is noose,
where by is hung our past pacification
for the duration of our lives,
let control the globe,not just this nation
everyone in this room
is not just your neighbor or stranger
we're all stranded down here
and the dollars our savior
and forgive me if i quote Malcolm Xaiver
lets submerge our differences and realize it best for us
first to see we have the same problems | | Music | peter pan-2008
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I haven't grown up like I'm stuck in never never land
My expectations hold me up so high im scared I'll never ever land
Please understand
This was never my intent
Words can't describe
interpretations of lament
Sent from heaven
Like tears from god fallen on cement
Sometimes when it rains, it pours
And sometimes on sunny days
My thoughts are still clouded
Every once in a while I get wrapped up
In what has cracked up
to be wishful thinking
But I don't know what to do about it
Im Setting sail for shores adorned with
Seashells, devils in the details
Meanwhile my ship is sinking
But I'm heading that direction
To Somewhere where the wind
dries My face
Where you always feel like youre moving
Even when youre standing in place.
Somewhere with palm trees
& snowcaps
Somewhere between long dreams
& short naps
Somewhere that I know I'll never be.
Draw a straight line to infinity
Because that's the shortest distance from here to there.
Iike unanswerable questions.
Where? When? Now? Then?
I doesnt even matter anymore.
I can convience my self of almost anything
But seldom am I sure
So I implore you
For this second chance
I'm steady trying to get settled
On old debts like a payday advance
I take this fated step
With bated breath
To get a little bit ahead
I see Hindsight 20/20
like I had eyes in the back of
My head
Instead of wishing
On kisses in timbles
I'm tearing out pages
Of dictionaries & hymnals
& its looks
alot like I'm never going to be done
& if a million mile journey starts
With the first step consider this
Number one
starlight love @ first sight-2007
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ive got to find away out of this bottomlessness
and as god as my witness, i might just stress the importance
of the words of which you're reading
things were just starting to get clear for me
like an epiphony or like lasik surgery
i could nearly see me better
and the reason being that beyond believing, you behooved me
like its necissary, proper, or advantagess that you approve of me
you've proven yourself time and again
and that is why im writing
like its dawning on my right now as im writing
and i have to get down specific words and phrases
because they come all at once and im afraid
i might not get it all written, but im just the translater
and im having to fill in the blanks to make it rhyme later
i am writing you right now so that i can write for you tommorow
i am writing you right now because i want to write for you
today
its been a year now since we first sent myspace comments
back and forth. a week later you headed up north
for halloween with you sister
my fingers would blister playing
"she says shes's leaving on a sunday..."
but i dont care, every chord sincere
i was not prepared for what we thought we wouldn't do
fall in love
i call it starlight love at first sight
because it takes some time to see the light
for the time it was created..
and ill find every word i can to piece together
this poem for you.
but this is just one and theres atleast a million
where this came from
each time you tell me that you love me
i tell you, you're the one for me
one year, two lives
putting threes beFour fives
so in under five minutes
four things you should find in this
are three words, written two times
i love you. i love you.
one year. | | Movies | may 27,2008
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In the shadows of mountains we pass over like sunsets
Lick the fingertips of long held regrets
in hopes to forget
What never was
What had just begun
Like the moon on the horizon
Then the First star breaks light
Fighting the darkness so bright
That diamond cutting velvet like wrists
Fists shake to the sky
Pound tabletops & grasp tightly
To treebranches from which
We once hung.
Unsung like songs never written
Unloved like hearts never smitten
Unbeknownst to those
Who merely take part
In the symatry
Words aren't ever proper
Intermediaries for emotion
So we do what we can to transpose
Our souls onto paper.
Waiver the missed opportunities
For mourning
& in the morning the sun
Will rise again
Even if sons don't rise again
Eyes open to forgotten memories
Longing for rays once radiated
Dated like timelines of lifelines
Connected by details
Mimicking giant memory foam pillows
When u move on
Your image is slow to follow
Hollow like pebbles dropped
In a dry well
Everything is not well.
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being with a lower case b
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like tip o'neil, all politics are local
but when the food supplies not grown at home but global
and mother natures getting ready to blow like Chernobyl
we'll all have cause to give pause for reverance
and fall down to our knees in prayer for forgiveness
cause everything we have is about to be taken away
and it starts when heads of government say
that they dont believe in evolution
like the sun goes round the earth in revolution
or that the world is flat and one could never circumnavigate
but to my knowledge they have never been that articulate
wait
when you cant trust your congressman, your senator, your mayor
cuz they've been bought by dupont, exxon mobil, or bayer
or big oil or big corn or even big prayer
the end of times has come and ive never been one
for religion
but if there ever was a time to seek god, the time is here
even the thought of lack of action is more than i can bare
words cant express the depth of emptiness if we continue to depress
our own acention
come closer to redemtion
knowledge and understanding is a gift the magnitute of immacualte conception
the birth of christ is the earth in crisis
we cannot continue to stand still
so treat these lines like i told you that you might die tommorow
because you might die tommorow
and these will be the lives that you've built
and this will be the wine that you've spilt
and im guity of it just like you
of not commiting my body to my souls content
not giving 100%
an ounce of resolution is worth a pound of regret
and i try to remember tha jesus was a man
and muhamad was a man
and buddah was a man
we are all born mortals taking part in what it is to be being
but what is being?
just be | | Television | nepotism
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effortless effective
erroneously elected
battle born son of sons
while we
anxiously approach apocalypse
our mayflower mayday metropolis
sinks in the slowly shifting sands of discontent
but we're hell bent on drowning
in big macs and public housing but
i digress
i'll leave to the press to impeach cuz its out of my reach
freedom of speech? huh..
what about the freedom of silence
thats the right to keep quiet
and forget out self reliance
enslaving out souls for saudi arabian gold while at home
anna nicole weighs more than defiance
I love this country
but like
arlo guthrie
you can get what you want
but it wont be from me
and any given sunday
its all about the money
forget about the war
go buy an s.u.v.
is it complacency or paralysis
that we cant find a six foot six billionaire on dialysis
in the middle of the fucking desert no less
but let my tags expire
and withing a few hours
im on the curb watching as my car gets searched
but whats worse
is they'll leave the engine running
gas guzzling
while cop mutters something about
"if i only did what i was supposed to
then there'd be less i'd have to go thru"
but if that holds true
for me
than wheres the precident
that demands the same from the president
the plates on his quagmire have long since expired
but no police dogs circle air force one
so we're back too
too back we're so
effortlessly effective
erroneously ellected
battle born son of sons
while we anxiously approach apocalypse
our mayflower mayday metropolis
sinks in the slowly shifting sands
of discontent | | Books | thrown away letter
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dear you,
im writing these lines
fully aware that the words will probably go unheard
if not based soley on the fact
that it that its completely upsurd
that i should or could expect your concern
with the frequenty upturned
seldomly spelled out reasons i plan to lay out in front of you..
i know that ill probaly never ever send this
so im not really sure that i could ever find the pen thats
able to write the right sentances so i guesss i am indifferent
to whether or not you ever hear this.
it isnt even about you its more of what you represent
and times i tried to tell you that end in regret
because you are just like what i believed and always imagined real would be, yet
ill never be ever too look you in the eye
with confinence and tell you all the things i feel about you
but thats ok
i never really wanted to feel this anyway
but this convergance of time and position have got me on an edge
that borders a cavernous undefinited abyss ahead
you are my eyes
forceing me to see things about myself that you are not aware of
and to be honest im not even worried about rhyming
because the truth of the matter is that im without words that
properly document my loss of words when you are near me
and ill never act on intution
because you take my breath away every time that you speak
every second i spend with you is a moment i keep
and not knowing what your going to say next just adds to the mistique
& your existance is metaphor for what i can never reach
untill forever isnt just a figure of speech
ill bite my lip untill it bleeds
and ill hold on to ropes that hold back collapse
ill find gaps in traps, perhaps in elapsed time i'll feel better
Ill write lines and not send them, completelty unfettered
All ending up in a thrown away letter.
sincerely,
hyatt
ps: its not over untill we say so
| | Heroes | alagorikly speakin'
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There's conjecture and hearsay
That ties up every which way
Our ideas are freely expressed
Yet this moral majority
Cannot exude enough authority
To keep my mouth or my thoughts repressed
If I cant say what I mean
In a double a rhyme scheme
Then what good is saying anything at all?
If only in effigy
Will you condescend to me
Where two boards cross and stand tall?
In a world of bull's-eyes
I'm a broken arrow
For the skeletons in your closet
I'm the bone marrow
I'm still seeking to find
That straight and narrow
But my nomadic discontent
Is not the equivalent
Or a wandering soul in peril
So dont-push-me-cause-im-close-to-a-pen
I don't know if any of that makes sense
So let me begin again
..Maybe I am damned to stand as planned by my maker
Maybe my destiny's manifest
And ill take from those who have less
Blessed by both obstetrician and undertaker
I'm touch and go
On the ebb and flow
I'm the lost patriarchal son of Moses
Awakening blasphemous souls from
Etherealical comatosis
I'm the 33rd degree of Hiram Abiff
I'm the concretion to the Christian fundamentalist
I'm the body of Christ. Created in gods image
I'm juedo-gnostic-rationalism, or whatever the hell that is
I'm that little red string
That you wear around your wrist
So you can smile at the camera
And call yourself a kabbalist
I'm not L. Ron Hubbard
But this is scientology
Capitalism is our religion
And we need a spiritual lobotomy
So I'll keep searching for enlightenment, if there is any
All I'll have to say is truth is one, paths are many |
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| Status: | Married | | Here for: | Networking, Friends | | Hometown: | washington d.c. | | Body type: | Body builder | | Ethnicity: | White / Caucasian | | Religion: | Agnostic | | Zodiac Sign: | Cancer | | Smoke / Drink: | No / Yes | | Children: | Someday | | Education: | In college | | Occupation: | poet.realist.evil. | | Income: | $45,000 to $60,000 |
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That just makes me feel so much better about myself.
Wassssuuupp bartender!
Yo Im gonna write a song and I want you to play it for me! what do you say?
so, hyatt... my birthdays coming up... october ninth, and um, well... I was wondering if maybe you could make a video for me?
because I've told like a billion people about you, maybe you could cover the beatles, i've just seen a face? :D or, possibly write something for me for my birthdayyyy and be like "happy birthday maggie!" and it'd be on my profile for ever and ever.
haha.
idk, just a thought. what do you think? -crosses fingers- lol.