Portland's strangest duo publishes their literature

This site is an ongoing collection of poems/prose/journals/jargon written by the master of ceremonies [Maxwell Sunshine] and producer [Jacob Starfish] of the Portland Hip Hop group EXPLORERS OF THE DREAMWORLD. Most of these writings sat undisturbed within the pages of old notebooks and stowed away in cardboard boxes - unseen from any strangers or spirits. That is where they remained for some time, practically forgotten, if not for a Portland folklorist/archeologist [Hogwash Dupree] who, in 2022, managed to assemble a large crew & convoy to navigate the treacherous territory & investigate some of the many outstanding rumors of accursed anathemas. All the while, building the trust of the duo with the hopes of publishing their writings online. If you would like to contact Mr. Sunshine or Mr. Starfish directly, we recommend you email EXPLORERSOFTHEDREAMWORLD@GMAIL.COM. As for Mr.Dupree, he can be reached at HOGWASH.DUPREE@GMAIL.COM. We thank you for your visit today & hope you take away something of value.

Friday, March 21, 2025

SPEAKING ON PRINCIPLES

There's an 

interactive sequence

you won't believe.

Much like 

other such things 

computers can achieve. 

With or without 

being online or not. 

By using adaptors 

resistors, capacitors, 

switching between

cold and hot.


Content in context

with a compounding concept

all about substance: 

tags, captions, subtext.

so that a search engine 

can find the proper subject.


Are you willing to help me 

inflate my vanity?

It's grown slowly but 

lately substantially.

Somewhere along

I lost half of my

inflated valency.


Still, they continue

congregating cowardly. 

Reassuring me that 

anybody who encounters me 

will feel the gravity.

There was a time I had a heart

but it was torn out of me. 

So instead of a beating chest

- there’s left a cavity.  


Oscillating 

rhythmically 

every time I breathe

Humor me - 

am I regular, 

regularly? 

Either banish me 

or challenge me 

to a dance routine

on a balance beam. 


The proof is in the footing: 

Not accepting the suggestions 

you’ve suggested me.

You gave me your blessings
to teach the lesson

that you lecture me.
On how to address 

any kind of confession 

confessed to me.

A testable principle

if measured effectively  

should assure trajectory.



P.S. 

I told you already - I ain't finna study war no more! 

No sir. 

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