Saul Williams and Andrea Gibson are amazing. And so is Jonny Craig to a lesser extent in context to the post.

Shine and Know Your Worth
by Philip Huerta

We acknowledge the wisdom of yesteryears rotation and orbit,
as we sip on the primordial soups of food for thought.
We fought with the moon and the sun, and we won, unsurprisingly.
We have forged together constellations, mapping out
the galaxy of futures, presents and pasts to come.
Through our astrological calenders, we have become pioneers,
opening milky ways for new stars to shine.

And you can find me trying to fashion myself in singstar suits,
as I dream of strumming strings of Jupitars
and to follow through on tours through the soil of Mars.
But I need to align a band of stellar constellation.
So I will find rhythms and bass beats in the electric lines of Earthly city streets,
plucked from feathers that have inspired our fathers to fly,
and percussions from galactic universal symbols,
drumming in from ensnared and crashing ancient times.
And vocals from Venus that has pitches ranging from Mercury to Pluto
and wrings out lyrics from Saturn that seem to scream so cynically.

Our dischord turns starry heads, while we do concerts on commets,
playing chords of universal progression.
Our notes are well known througout the universe.
The sound of our instruments have influenced you nicely.
We have found and hacked into satelites to synch with your radios and brain waves clearly.
Oh I know you've heard of us.
We are the heavens, the sky, the stars.
Your eyes have wandered up to us before, wondering where our wands were,
you know it was all magic.
Our songs are of unknown name, each untitled as the next.
And each new performance is our best new hit single.
We have written a lifetime of records. Allow me to name them.

Love, Change, Creativity, Revolution,
Depth, Art, Peace, Solution.

We have come together as a community of musicians.
We each strike a chord in the souls of the sundered
whos scars under their skin are too far deep within to show.
We are the community of heart and mind and soul.
We seek each other when false answers have no where left for us to go.
We are each a part of the mosh pit of collective reconstruction.
The sound that blairs through our ears and hair are the only thing louder then destruction.
The punches and kicks are out of love, the pushing
only done in new directions, we surf with hands that support.

We are a communion of sound and bone, and marrow and thought.
Communication is unnceccesary, we understand each other all too clearly already.
We are interlinked through constellations, and networked through the nebulas.
Our reach is that far-reaching. It is our love that is past and above the heavens.
Our limits are as distant as the universe expands.
It is at these limits in the darkness of the universe,
that you will find us waiting,
open,
our arms,
our minds,
our souls,
our love,
our hands.