G.T's Notebook... & Part I Of "Over & beyond...

[Taz]

D.J Bunnies
Drug Puppies
DF line cruisers
Discount Mine sweepers...

All seeking what they needed.
Flattering the DJ for some perks,
Hopping around the men for the free drugs,
Pacing the edge of the dance floor too scared to get on it,
Or just that drunk they can't even chat up a man for a free drink so finish off other peoples...

Some of the people you see during the night,
While the sequence of nocturnal events goes on,
This darkened procession,
Midnight carnival,
Fun fair of people, music, drinks and drugs,
All looking for one kind of time or another.

The D.J box draws it's own special crowd,
Ladies galore trying it on with the disc spinner,
Hustling for a song,
Or maybe a lift,
Often as not mooching for a jump,
Tarted up and plastic,
Thinking they are fantastic,
Pestering and interrupting the jocks flow.

Those chasing the free delights pass in and out of the box area,
Crossing between the throngs of DF line residents,
Those people who line the edges of places,
Not enough within them so that they can get up in the lime light,
But not prepared to be too far away from it,
They watch from afar,
Never going to make it as a star...
Only the wings await,
It's not so great,
You need to step into the light,
& lay down some fight,
Make your mark when the time comes.

These people are the human traffic,
Stood around every where you go,
Not sure if it is left foot next or right that follows after that.

You have to pass through them before you can get anywhere,
I've been in their shoes, one time or another.
Hustled an D.J.  Chased some free dope.  
Hesitated on the edge of the dance floor, unsure if I should go on or not...
Even spent nights so drunk I Pursued and consumed what I never paid for & could lift...

You are caught in the hum between voice and drum,
As a hundred clubbers mime out a crucifix shape with their hands in front of them
Eye raised upwards in tribute,
The high steel band note plays that steady temp and beat like a spoken word,
No blood, no war, no not on my dance floor...
Arms upwards then down, left and then right,
Shaking our heads as one,
Shoulders side by side,
Rank and file in the chaos,
As a whole creating a picture,
When glimpsed but shadows in the random...

Midnight carnival - 20 Feb 2005.
Written By G.T.

[Taz]

Herb'e'culturist

Herb'e'culturist of the old skool rave generation,
Dark visions of neon and smoke,
We come through the thick ganja smoke.

Cleared minds and free spirits,
Tribal vibration enhanced by serious drug sensations,
Catalysts in the making,
Future echoes for the taking...

Rhyme it as you reason it,
Reason it as you rhyme,
As what can be opens out,
Absorb what you can then start laying the grounds...

Hours spent clearing your mind,
Endless minutes spent honing skills,
The years of adoration and sensation,
Enhancing your desire for the moment...

When the moment is upon you,
Rise you do,
Taking the chance,
Never missing a beat...

Part of who you are,
What you are about,
It's all in that moment,
When you let fly and run with momentum...

Jump in pulse with the music,
Bounce to the beat,
Ride with the rhythm,
Tap out the pounding of tempo...

It's all about freedom,
This is how you choose to be free,
Releasing the hyper adrenaline,
Then after the fast drugs and the rush,
Taking on board some herb and getting with reality.

Bringing you back to the earth,
With that natural cleansing action,
Checking your emotions,
Diagnosing your troubles,
Clearing away the stress...

Making you a level headed balanced person,
A true member of the human race,
Getting back with nature,
In daily small doses...

Doing drugs for the High,
Not for the low,
Sticking strictly with the social,
Not the habit stealing for the next fix...

I got Ganja paw from where I burnt my thumb,
The heated block blistering my thumb,
The blister now acting as a coolant,
From the next time I burn more weed and also the heat and pain...

The happy vibe and mental clarity are upon me,
Washing over me in waves as is the music,
The worlds problems no longer bother me,
Nothing is a chore any more...

Someone cultured a plant,
Grew a fine crop,
Reaped what they sewed,
Prepared, packed and shipped my smoke...

It grew naturally with a purpose,
Placed here by nature,
Denying it it's destiny should be the crime,
Not by possessing it as it is now...

Herb'e'culturist
21st of Feb 2005

[Taz]

[Taz]

The haunting melody of summers yet to be.

The longing malady of summers gone by,
I lament them and desire them,
Think on them and upon then...
The haunting melody of summers yet to be.

The haunting melody of summers yet to be,
The haunting melody of summers yet to be,
The haunting melody of summers yet to be.
The dreamlike sensation of lounging in the sun...

The daunting notion of those summers passed and gone,
The realisation they were then and this is now,
Then finally coming to terms that the sun drenched days time has not jaded,
The clarity you can remember and treasure sunray days...
Chasing dreams and younger than now...


The haunting melody of summer catches you when you are down,
Turns a frown in to a smile,
Those summer time melodies will soon be coming around...

The haunting melody of summers yet to be...
The music fills the air...
The haunting melody of summers yet to be...
The hands are in the air...
The haunting melody of summers yet to be...
You know we don't care...
The dreamlike sensation of dancing in the sun...

The proximity of the summer to come,
The realisation that one is just around the corner,
Getting ready for the melodies...
Thinking on how you are going to spend those hazy lazy sunray days...
Still chasing dreams and wiser now...

[Taz]

3 blind mice...

3 blind mice stumble into the maze,
3 blind mice try and find the vice,
3 blind mice look for a way...

The maze is a matrix,
At the middle lies a city,
A city inside a box,
A domain within a realm...

3 blind mice look for a clue,
3 blind mice time is short,
3 blind mice need to hurry...

Look around and see the dimensions,
The limits of this portal,
The never ending choice,
The key is within,
The secret awaits...

3 blind mice following the whistles on the wind,
3 blind mice hearing blips on the radar,
3 blind mice sensing vibrations down the line...

These rodents let loose from a ship,
Looking from port in to city,
Seeking a good time,
Money in pocket burning a hole,
Looking to score and maybe score a goal...

3 blind mice bouncing with the beat,
3 blind mice riding on time,
3 blind mice hopping in and out of the lasers...

Found a hole in the wall they did,
Got themselves a key and some information,
Found where the party was at,
Got caught in the mix and sensations offered by the secret...

3 blind mice tripping through the lights,
3 blind mice standing tall for the beat,
3 blind mice punching the night air with the pulse...

3 blind mice...
3 blind mice...
3 blind mice...

3 blind mice stumbled in to a maze,
3 blind mice found the vice,
3 blind mice...
3 blind mice...
3 blind mice...

13 May 2005
By GanjaTaz.
[G.T]

[Taz]

The Key to eternity.

The means to find the eternal life is a simple task really.
You just need a library, a very good library mind, like no other that has yet existed in man kinds time or imagination as of yet.

What is holding Man kinds evolution back is the fact we have not yet learned to catalogue ourselves and all our knowledge yet in a lasting and easily accessed, multi-lingual viewable public archive resource.

As part of this planet and our existence, we have not yet come to terms with the fact that to survive on this planet you must have the skills to either evolve with the planets demands, or learn how to survive it's current state or incoming state.

The planet itself is much like a seasonal earth year that we know from our recent history, several seasons all blending one into the other.  What if the next threat to us is just the planets seasonal change system being activated.  Could you for a moment presume that like we have seen and studied many creatures and animals have that primal instinct when a natural disaster is about to occur and then move away from that danger area as best as possible, us humans must have that same instinct or build the technology to survive the effects.  Maybe every so many generations or millennia the earth goes through drastic changes, from Tropical Rainforest state, to desert state, to frozen state and then back to a rich fertile land where a new genesis of a planet can re begin.  With non of the preconceived religious notions we now know involved of course.

The animals smart enough to evolve get to carry on their species and bloodline and keep competing with their evolution timeline till perfection of it's species type is reached.  Or those wise enough to transcend death with either Information Archived to be used by the Species next Awakening or Genetic Life spark to bring them back when the Climate and earth state is ready for them to emerge again to carry on as they once had done or their ancestors did.

Maybe this is the true cosmic quest, one we have not yet even come close to designing or implementing.  Our history records and current records do not come close to being the use they could be to aid learning and teaching ourselves or our young.  Till we can store the information of generations and survive long enough to know much more about the planet, how it works and how to deal with nature itself maybe, we must start working on the libraries...

Information is Power.