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Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Quasar
I want to memorize your
Pressure points,
Every joint,
Every muscle,
Every pore,
Drips the sweetness
of your feminine sweat
The wet moistness of
your skin
Glistening...
A reflection of my combined chakras
Emerging into a perpendicular climax
Shining luminescent
Upon you like Amon-Ra
Your body speaks to me in tongues communicating the language of godhead
And I hear your moans
In the pantheon of our ecstasy within your womb
With every thrust I burst
like the quasar into your universe
Emitting light into your darkness
I am the spark which
Causes your reason to stir
Let me become the catalyst to your sensations
Allow me to devour you and give birth to a new beginning....
twice born within your juices
Before diving head first into your ocean
Queen....
You are the thirst that drives my passions
I shall poor warm libation upon your bosom
And anoint you with my birthright
Pressure points,
Every joint,
Every muscle,
Every pore,
Drips the sweetness
of your feminine sweat
The wet moistness of
your skin
Glistening...
A reflection of my combined chakras
Emerging into a perpendicular climax
Shining luminescent
Upon you like Amon-Ra
Your body speaks to me in tongues communicating the language of godhead
And I hear your moans
In the pantheon of our ecstasy within your womb
With every thrust I burst
like the quasar into your universe
Emitting light into your darkness
I am the spark which
Causes your reason to stir
Let me become the catalyst to your sensations
Allow me to devour you and give birth to a new beginning....
twice born within your juices
Before diving head first into your ocean
Queen....
You are the thirst that drives my passions
I shall poor warm libation upon your bosom
And anoint you with my birthright
Elevation
I inhale the dense
Particles articulated
On parchment
To become one with
Sound vibrations
Floating on wind
I am nyabinghi heartbeat
Andalusian folklore
And Serengeti rhythm
I smell of Imithi
Reverberating from
Ancient forests
I hold concert with
Griots and blackademics
My scholarship
Is endorsed by
Angels
my timbre like
The thunder of eleven
million Mandinka
Heals in hot pursuit
Of would be slavers
The sound Rising like Hausa tongue
Across Nile Valleys
Call me Africa
I have clothed the bones
Of nations with Kente
Descended of Sengbe
Jumo
Baba 2 A'Jaye
I am 32.5°
North and South
An equinox
Traversing
The land of the midnight sun in a fedora
Check my altitude
and get at me I aint hard to find
Catch me in ya local
Speakeasy politickin with
Ghetto savants
Dialoguing on street dirges
fighting street urges
Observe this elevation
From earth to man like dust and sands
Gathering with the
Energy of typhoons and
Tornadoes
Elevating cars
And concrete
This be natures
Violence channeled
In word
Where these thoughts
Emerge through scribbled
images of forever.
Particles articulated
On parchment
To become one with
Sound vibrations
Floating on wind
I am nyabinghi heartbeat
Andalusian folklore
And Serengeti rhythm
I smell of Imithi
Reverberating from
Ancient forests
I hold concert with
Griots and blackademics
My scholarship
Is endorsed by
Angels
my timbre like
The thunder of eleven
million Mandinka
Heals in hot pursuit
Of would be slavers
The sound Rising like Hausa tongue
Across Nile Valleys
Call me Africa
I have clothed the bones
Of nations with Kente
Descended of Sengbe
Jumo
Baba 2 A'Jaye
I am 32.5°
North and South
An equinox
Traversing
The land of the midnight sun in a fedora
Check my altitude
and get at me I aint hard to find
Catch me in ya local
Speakeasy politickin with
Ghetto savants
Dialoguing on street dirges
fighting street urges
Observe this elevation
From earth to man like dust and sands
Gathering with the
Energy of typhoons and
Tornadoes
Elevating cars
And concrete
This be natures
Violence channeled
In word
Where these thoughts
Emerge through scribbled
images of forever.
Dripping Ink
we be drippin ink like caligraphy pens thru
poetry dens lending phrases and idioms to pass time countinuums
poetry dens lending phrases and idioms to pass time countinuums
ladies n gentleman hold on
to your seats as we quantum leap
through word forms
we battle contoursionist twistin truths and bendin facts like warped metal unwillin to settle we be the
out spoken
vibrating that broken English
we be on some King
shit like Outkast
so fresh and clean
surrounded by Queens
in the cypher
we peel layers from soliloquies
overstanding 360 degrees
dripping ink on earth like meteor showers
we be the new towers standing on ground zero
Off that Cush
smoke rising from the micstand
like look mommy no hands
I spit volatility like gasoline
you rather walk through hell with draws soaked in gasoline than to challenge
my pen
I swing
Liquid swords like
Wu Tang
In they hayday
Laced with Some
Gangsta shit
Like Eric.Wright hosting
Kay Day
So just maybay
You should stop
and chill
So you can feel
This Mercury Reign
Storming cause even when
we brainstormin
We be drippin ink
Disclosure
When he approached her
his demeanor said more than his lips could.
She could tell there was some awkward testimony afoot.
After all,
It had been several months since normal
And furthermore, her feelings had subtly changed.
Matrimony had been a far cry from happily ever after
...A final chapter in a fairytale with too many
Missing pages
They had played their game on too many stages for the world to see
And this....
This was the end.
his demeanor said more than his lips could.
She could tell there was some awkward testimony afoot.
After all,
It had been several months since normal
And furthermore, her feelings had subtly changed.
Matrimony had been a far cry from happily ever after
...A final chapter in a fairytale with too many
Missing pages
They had played their game on too many stages for the world to see
And this....
This was the end.
Castrstion
They took it
All from him
From the deepest
Of all his quarters
He is sleepless now
Most times he is sheepish now,
Afraid to stand without
bending subtly,
His pants sag from lack of care,
His language
Lost and forgotten
Replaced by
Eselayengee
Now he cares not for kindred nor
countrymen
Culture,
an integral part
Now cast away like
Rarely considered jigsaw
And with war on the horizon he fails to see
Unwilling to be accountable
Counted daily
At approximately 4:30 pm
Dinning by 6
reclining by 9
All from him
From the deepest
Of all his quarters
He is sleepless now
Most times he is sheepish now,
Afraid to stand without
bending subtly,
His pants sag from lack of care,
His language
Lost and forgotten
Replaced by
Eselayengee
Now he cares not for kindred nor
countrymen
Culture,
an integral part
Now cast away like
Rarely considered jigsaw
And with war on the horizon he fails to see
Unwilling to be accountable
Counted daily
At approximately 4:30 pm
Dinning by 6
reclining by 9
Beleagered
You can cut through
a box with words
the sharp edges of jargon
valiantly smite the
irrelevance of contradiction
with each phrase
each participle
that dangles from the
ballpoint before splashing
onto my page,
i interlope the freedom
of the unjust only to find
justice
muffled under the gag order of
judgement
we live in an irrational world
where denizens of devilry
pry their way into my thoughts
with fanciful promises of freedom
what freedom?
the angst that allows me to
pitch away my triumps at the five
and dime hoping for a dream?
or the belicosity that enables a war
machine to roam the desert freely
in search of foreign prey?
what else should i scaple onto the page?
promises of romantic certainty that
always seems to escape the
reality of we?
Us becoming beleagured
the heavy pressures of sovereignty...
a farce that does not make its way beyond the beaches....
where do i stand
is this place some sort of mystical
wonderland
where the fantasy's
of citizen ship
are only designed to lure
the would be traveler into
some trap
perhaps
the truth lies squarely behind the gestures
killing me softly before
gestation
a nation that has somehow
lost its head
seems we're fed from
a chipped spoon
the lot of us bafoons
and i'm getting tired of pretendin'
too busy focused on saving face
our saving grace begining to
have a funny taste to it
beleagured like a
battleship
caught in a crossfire
our squadron suffering friendly fire
and we can't see
blame the fog
I can't pretend not to see
that we are a fragmented
and vulnerable
got to be careful of associations
closed communications can
be the death of us
never know what folk be discussin'
20X20
I was a hard taskmaster
Grudgingly polite
Most often grouchie and
Uncomfortable
I dwelled on her negatives
My mind justifying my
Disposition
I certainly knew how to be
Pissed
Always defining the principle of a
Thing with a pet peev
So with ease I misjudged
Misunderstood
Misplaced
The love that I craved
From her
Too good
Too be lacking
Too bad to be perfect
I gave more
Bullshit than I received
I guess...
Hindsight...
And what not
20times20times
Would come and go
To and fro
Back and forth
Like a crazy dog running into
A clean glass door
I was too dumb for my own good.
I couldn't see beyond my reflection
Fearing rejection
So I projected my negatives
Directed my insults
Suspected results
That were assinine
That's how love escaped me
I was too rigid
Too petty
I thought of I alone
And now she's gone.
Like the thrill...
She's gone
And loneliness is a bitter pill
To swallow.
Grudgingly polite
Most often grouchie and
Uncomfortable
I dwelled on her negatives
My mind justifying my
Disposition
I certainly knew how to be
Pissed
Always defining the principle of a
Thing with a pet peev
So with ease I misjudged
Misunderstood
Misplaced
The love that I craved
From her
Too good
Too be lacking
Too bad to be perfect
I gave more
Bullshit than I received
I guess...
Hindsight...
And what not
20times20times
Would come and go
To and fro
Back and forth
Like a crazy dog running into
A clean glass door
I was too dumb for my own good.
I couldn't see beyond my reflection
Fearing rejection
So I projected my negatives
Directed my insults
Suspected results
That were assinine
That's how love escaped me
I was too rigid
Too petty
I thought of I alone
And now she's gone.
Like the thrill...
She's gone
And loneliness is a bitter pill
To swallow.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Revolt
Tyranny rages Played out on stages Where wack MC's Bleed the ink from pages Lost souls found only on stoops And crowded fdance clubs funky with ignorance Rubbing elbows with would be pimps and worn out hoes Carrying woes and knock off clothes but no care or concern For the turn as the magician conjures dreams on the Mic Making nightmares become ambitions New positions to explore The floor packed with bad breath and B.O. They see no evil A revolution like bicycle rooms spinning in place Going nowhere Burning time like calories on a treadmill I am swearing at the thought of it A revolt of conformity Resist change while changing they do The track master fails to skip A beat In the streets skip to fail In slow motion Seeking a new story to tell In a hot sixteen No longer able to wake up Before noon on an average day Descendents of royalty Choose the average way Superman reduced to Clark Kent chasing his Lois Lane Revolts of inconsistency We perpetuate violence while seeking peace... A damning testimony indeed.
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