frOM mY aSHEs... a pOeT?

She... and I

2011-12-17T12:58:00.001-05:00

I...

wrote a poem...

about how the Sun set onher lips...

coloring them theperfect shade of love, making them... irresistably kissable,

like... kissing a candleand having your heart suddenly burst into flames...

She...

acts as if my heart didnot step sideways in my chest upon meeting her...

redirecting love'sjourney in... Her direction,

as if any conversationheld with Her... could cover any subject other than...

Her...

effect upon theUnIverse.

I...

wrote a poem...

about Her...

read it at the foot of amountain, where witnesses swear the mountain moved closer,

to hear me speak aboutmy love for Her, but...

SHE... remained distant

Do U love music?

Do U know me?

then U know why I...describe Her... as 'love's finest instrument'... waiting to be loved... to belearned... to be played.

I… long to lay handsupon her and… coax her soul's music to the surface.

She...

is the 4 bars of perfectmusic used to compose the song of the UnIverse!

the song sung by everybird and whispered on every wind!

Simply put...

LOVE... is too weak to describe my experience of Her, but it willhave to do... until the day we make love turns into forever... and the Creatorreveals love's true name.

She...

is pulling the Sun andMoon out of my sky and replacing them with her BEing...

becoming the measure ofmy day and night, but never spending any time... my days and nights have novalue, become endlessly lonely without...

Her!

She...

is a summer storm rainingpearls from one hundred cloudless skies, filled with one hundred suns and...one hundred moons.
a ray of light in every single drop... upon every spot Her essencefalls... we should build temples... to worship... every woman ever born inHER image.

I...

write poems to...celebrate Her signs, but...

these celebrations willnot suffice, unless you know the... inner workings...

the path of this poem...the movement of breath and the soul's sacrifice.

I...

am the sound of aflute... the song of a guitar.

the song may come fromme, but...

it is the delicate touchof her spirit as She... caresses the body of my thoughts,

breathes life into mysoul and... sounds my love into BEing!

heart beats, and...dawns break as She... makes me...

poetry and… music!

She…

is the embodiment of theCreator’s grace and.. beauty,

I…

am the song She sanginto a soul to record’s Love’s divinity.

I…

write poems because…

She…

is, in substance, purebeauty but cannot remember what she looks like,

my response to heramnesia…

"borrow my eyesBeloved... their view is always of you"

I…

write poems because…
my words are mirrors I hold up to my love, so that She can remember...

Me!

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afterbirth

2011-12-09T13:13:00.001-05:00

i first met her in a garden called... Adn,
she was wet-nursing a UnIverse, singing starshine...
into the darkness of the ALL-Soul and...
planting seeds of humanity in... fertile mindz.

gently placing her newest creation in a heavenly abode she...
approached me wearing nothing but a fig-leaf...
covering her milky-way, smiling new dawns...
giving measure to a new dispensation of time.

she told me that... we are all a clever mix of... yin and... yang,
and... if i was Sirius and... secure enough in my masculinity...
i should meet her on the surface of our sun's twin...
where... she would... penetrate my male womb, impregnating me,
so I could give birth to a... black whole.

our relationship... has always been... "essentially"...
divine in nature,. human in experience, and measured...

by eternity.

a love that has assumed so many shapes and forms,
across so many lifetimes that we have...
let go of appearances and grasped it's formlessness with...
no hands!

i have become... nothing, just so...
i may become everything... she needs me to be, and...
she... has become everything, so that she needs to ask me for...
nothing.

now i... walk new york city streets... a temple of man...
a... pyramid on two legs, while... she... is seated firmly...
upon the throne of my heart, her... queen's chamber...
ruling the kingdom of my BEing with...
loving kindness, compassion, and the wisdom...
accumulated through... deep listening.

if i remain in perfect alignment...
once every 25,000 seconds, a star...
93,000,000 miles away... shines directly...
upon my... third eye, so i may...
consciously breathe words into... flesh.

once upon a time... i was a...
part-time buddha in search of full-time enlightenment...
i searched for my face before i was born...
for a time of beginning, a time to... begin,
instead...

i met her...
for the first time... in a garden called...
"Adn",

she said her name was "loveneverbeginsand...neverends",
asked me if i wanted to... enter her eternity, and...
give birth to time...
write...
herstory...
like...

once upon a time... before cycles were measured...
i met her and... we rise...
like a sun and moon...

2...

love!

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consumer reports

2011-12-09T12:43:00.001-05:00

feelings... seriously

just check them out.

as fickle as they are fleeting...

they come and go on their own volition...
leaving us to figure out what to do with their
footprints.

how to increase...
or decrease...
their carbon footprint,
or any other marks they leave on our BEing.

as if...

i have no idea where this train of thought leads, or if it has a point. i just need to write at this moment... when my mind is trying to wrap itself around painful feelings that my spirit can't help but smile at. history dictates that these emotional stumbling blocks will become spiritual stepping stones towards a greater understanding of my BEing [sometimes referred to as... olusanya] and love for the personifications of the Divine Mother, maybe even some fly-ass poetry.

feelings are easy, but love... love is all-consuming, and anyone who thinks different... just aint tasted the madness yet. they haven't set foot on the sun and been consumed by it's flames... enveloped by it's fiery bosom. there is no "you" in that experience, all there is... is the sun. have u ever asked the moth why it flies toward the light... fully knowing that oneness with it... is the end of itself? yet it still makes the choice! despite the fact that love represents a descent into madness to our egos... we CHOOSE.

love is that annihilation and... human beings... we curse ourselves by our ability to reason, and nothing excites us more than the reasons we give ourselves to hold onto... separateness. don't get it twisted! two can't experience Oneness... unless they both let go of the idea that they were ever anything other than... One, in the.. FIRST place. see... if that I... does not know it is... U, then there is a case of mis-taken identity. the light terrifies us. we're scared to stare at the sun because of what we might see, not for fear of going blind. god forbid i... lose myself in u! Hmmmm... come to think of it... i'd love to get lost within your BEing so i can discover the many dimensions of U. excuse me... i digress...

i was thinking about my lifetime as a cloud. it only lasted a few weeks and then i was born again as a raindrop. that lifetime was even shorter but... i began to get the hang of this thing called life/love [yeah... same thing]. i stopped identifying with the different experiences... their shapes, forms, or even how they function... and allowed myself to enjoy the... life... simply BEing! naturally... i sunk into the feeling of being drunk by the leaf of a tree. the tear of a cloud reborn as the blood of a tree, then transformed into that same trees fruit, so that a beautiful woman could reach up within its branches and i... became a "chosen one" ! BEing... consumed by SHE. ha ha ha... cause we all just... inter-BE.

so i focused that same vision on my relationships, the different shapes and forms of the Divine SHE when... she comes to engage me in love's dance. smiling because... i used to think i lost her during our separations, but... how can you lose yourself? let go of... U? realizing that the reason i have always been so comfortable when i am alone is... because she is within me all of the time. always has been, always will be. that's not just a philosophical or theoretical thing. i feel her... and its as tangible as me reaching up and touching my own face... i feel her!

anyway... enough of this wandering mind... seeking to warp itself around feelings and thoughts that my ego wants to attach itself to, so it can feel important [even if they hurt]. my spirit smiles at my ego's pain and confusion. my love for her consumed me before i was born... my continuation... the same old story. i was born to love her, her loving me in return... is never an issue. as soon as my ego gets over it... self? my spirit will dance towards her light, seeking an end to this experience of.... he and her.

[to be continued... maybe]

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foundation

2011-12-09T10:15:00.001-05:00

one day while meditating on the nature of the UnIverse it... fashioned itself into the form of a woman and i... made luv to her!

i fell "out" of luv with my "ego" and "in" luv with the UnIverse and everything and everyone in it.

now... i'm just a man in luv, looking for luv in ALL the right places... seeing luv on ALL of your faces!

yes!!! everywhere i turn i see the face of the God'Us!

thus... this forms the basis of my BEing...

writing... "soul- freeing" words to chew on, mentally digest and...

SPIT!

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the I.R.S., kneegrows,and... 10 40's

2011-11-17T16:43:00.001-05:00

these are some random thoughts that strung themselves together, after a recent conversation on the legal, voluntary nature of the personal income tax, and... the self-destructive tendency of so-called amerikkkan citizens refusal to think 4 themselves, or question their so-called leaders.

UnIversal in spirit... i still often approach these socially-accepted sicknesses from the skin i am in, meanwhile... under the surface of ALL of our skins... there remains... a world of suffering!

I remain a fugitive...

a fugee... a refugee...
from the I.R.S...

[Ignorance Related Slavery]
and the taxing of our...

gold minds.

see...
federal reserve notes...

be like...
washington and jefferson's I.O.U's...
promises that... afRakan chattle...
converted into 14th amendment citizens...
[its freedumb time!]
will still cover the national debt...

and the Ancestors...
blood... sweat... and tears...

at this rate... will keep new orleans so wet...
maafa bones that have been buried fathoms deep...
will creep... into our collective consciousness...
revealing ALL of our fears...
like...

what if our freedom can't be found in a book... or a buck?
what if our problem is... not enuff of us...

give a F@*#?

brothas and sistas dying in the congo mines...
and still the hip hop nation promotes bling bling...
[savages in the mind-less pursuit of... good times?]
while an american sista said, "that nigga don't luv U...
where's the diamond ring?"

that shit makes about as much sense as...
down payments on... fake hair!

is it just me... or have we lost our sense?

and why do we keep... giving away our cents?

we can't keep track of our senses...
while they track us in their census...

baa baa black sheep... have you any wool?
well massa... I had a nickel bag full...
but it went up in smoke like...

all of my... american dreams.
but thats whats cracking... right?

so middle-class Kneegrows [named Jones] submit 1040's, and...
lower-class Kneegrows [who forgot their names] sip 10 forties
[but not b4 they pour some out for the brothas/sistas in lockdown]...

[meanwhile... 4 blocks from the whitehouse...
another low-income project gets... knocked down], and...
check it...
the I.R.S. has you thinking the only sure things in life are...
yeah... that's right... DEATH... and TAXES.
What about the suffering of the masses?

isn't it a bit ironic?

free individuals dont necessarily have to pay income tax... but they do,
to be free... individuals have to think... but they dont...

aint that some shit!

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deep

2011-11-11T10:37:00.001-05:00

the mere idea...

of making love to her is my...

deepest meditation.

stellar bodies gyrate,

i move in...

perfect contemplation.

mindful of the the divine movement...

of our heavenly bodies from...

station to station...

navigating through celestial positions and...

permutations,

the sweat of our bodies

becomes an ocean in...

transformation.

liquid becomes gas as our awareness...

follow it's passage...

our pass...

through the atmosphere,

by our freedom from form and...

no fear to... transform...

into the... tear...

of a cloud that...

reigns...

from an astral throne above, then...

rains...

back down...

showering our act of love.

anointed!

the king and the queen...

dearly beloved we...

crown... this creation!

coming...

full circle... full cycle...

a magical... mystical... alchemy...

as the... flames of love's passion...

waters the seeds of...

love's civilization.

is there any wonder why...

i am so focused in rapture and...

tender concentration?

i discovered the best kept secret

of the UnIverse... deep...

within her...

add that to the ecstasy of loving her...

and you can see why my mind seeks...

a million ways to accomplish...

just one thing...

total penetration.

i wonder...

how deep...

is our love?

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She Is A Raindrop

2011-11-04T22:07:00.001-04:00

She… is a raindrop…

she is a raindrop that transformed from a tear.

she is a raindrop that transformed from a tear of joy, that…

fell from the right eye of the Creator, on the birthday of creation and the… beginning of time,

to measure it’s love, celebrate it’s beauty and it’s… newborn ability to reflect upon its… Self,

that hidden treasure that desired… to BE known.

she… is a raindrop

She… is a raindrop…

she is a raindrop that began as a single bead of sweat.

she is a raindrop that began as a single bead of sweat bourn upon the backs of two lovers…

bathed in moonlight, oblivious to time as their souls are summoned to the throne of passion,

to bow down to each other’s divinity , in word and… deed,

eagerly greeting the morning sun with a… sacred act.

she… is a raindrop.

She… is a raindrop…

she is a raindrop that started as a smile.

she is a raindrop that started as a smile on the surface of the sun as it looked upon the earth and…

saw two lovers engaged in love’s ritual, seeking a return to… Oneness… that… right “I”ness…

of the… Most Highness… cuz creation needs participation, and…

human cooperation often produces precipitation, so the sun shines…

raising the lover’s dew to… heavenly heights.

she… is a raindrop.

She… is a raindrop…

she is a raindrop that fell in love…

she is a raindrop that fell in love, after being raised to heavenly heights… by a smiling sun,

you see… that is the only time the word… “fall”… should ever precede the word “love”

because in the “natural” order… only angels fall, so that humans may rise… so a smiling sun

some… One… like me! draws her water upwards, as our energies alchemize…

higher and higher until love… rains from the skies…

she… is a raindrop.

She… is a raindrop…

I have tasted…

she is a raindrop I have tasted, with the flavor of forever in her…

exquisite, gentle…

a promise of sublime bliss…

endless and… serene.

she… is a raindrop.

she is a raindrop that transformed from a tear of joy, that… fell from the right eye of the Creator, on the birthday of creation and the beginning of time, to measure it’s love, celebrate its beauty… and it’s newborn ability to reflect upon it… self… that hidden treasure that desired… to BE known. a single bead of sweat bourn upon the backs of two lovers… bathed in moonlight, oblivious to time as their souls are summoned to the throne of passion, to bow down to each other’s divinity, in word and… deed, eagerly greeting the morning sun with a… sacred act, that... started as a smile on the surface of the sun as it looked upon the earth and saw two lovers engaged in love’s ritual, seeking a return to… Oneness… that… right “I”ness of the… Most Highness… cuz creation needs participation, and… human cooperation often produces precipitation, so the sun shines… raising the lover’s dew to… heavenly heights. a raindrop that… fell in love, after being raised to heavenly heights by a… smiling sun, u see… that is the only time the word… “fall”… should ever precede the word… “love”… because in the “natural” order… only angels fall, so that humans may rise… so a smiling sun… some… One… like me! Draws her water upwards, as our energies alchemize… higher and higher until… love… rains from the skies…

she… is a raindrop I have tasted… with the flavor of forever in her… exquisite, gentle… a promise of sublime bliss… endless and… serene, and…

so the circle may remain unbroken…

she… is a… raindrop, and i…

eternally thirst.

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the sun is... shining

2005-12-01T13:10:00.002-05:00

the... sun is shining...
the... sun is... shining...
the sun is... shining...

the sun is shining it... always is... that is it's nature...
although... at the time of this writing...
it is through the haze of... canadian widlfires

the wind... still whispers in my ear...
the birds in the trees tell 'A'... story only they can tell...
their... musical language in praise of the... Most High...
the only... "spin"... being put on it... is the gentle revolution of her...
Earth... as she revolves... around the sun...
his light... fingers... softly tracing the... surface of her skin...
i see an... underlying beauty... throughout this... creation...
my secret... to love, peace, and... happiness... is found therein...

while... man tells tall tales of his... own glory...
nature speaks with... every facet of her BEing... a witness...
to the beauty of the... ONE. you wonder why?

i meditate on the... ocean... the sun and... moon... attracting powers...
put her... watery garments in...motion... the churning of her...
primordial element... gives birth to the... cycles of...
life and... time as... thoughts of her BEcome the... fertile soil...
wherein ONE may cultivate a... BEautiful mind...
a mind that... measures time by... moving in... tune...
harmony with she... is a... celestial alignment like...
the Earth and Sun at... high noon... ONENESS!
casts no shadows... there is no illusion of... creator and... creation...
the essence of... U and I is... ONE...
the singular shades of our... individuality... cannot...
stand up to the light of... love's unity...
if this is not BEing... clearly received by your... spirit... then...
adjust your mental station... fine tune your mind to a... higher frequency...

manmade TV tells... lies to your vision... you cannot trust what you see...
or what your... ears may hear... over a... radio...
learn the language of your mother Earth... before you make what...
may become a... life and death decision...
nature broadcasts in... organic surround sound... you see...
everywhere you go... there... YOU are!

there is nothing to worship... i am the god... you are the goddess...
it is the... light of our love... made manifest in the..
sun... the moon... and the stars... shiva and... shakti...
the interaction of... yin and... yang... is the story of...our love...
told time and.. time again throughout this... unfolding creation...
yeah! every time we... allow ourselves to... melt... this...
coming together... this! is the... original BIG BANG!

Hmmph! this is the story that... nature told me this morning...
as i watched... the sun through... canadian wildfires... the wind...
whispered in my ear and... the birds in the trees sang...

how do you do it?

allow yourself to be... continually distracted...
by... televisions... radios and... all of those... manmade shows...
while the... ONE who is... ALL... is producing the...
"Greatest show on Earth"... before your very eyes...
the roles of... leading man and... leading lady...
although UnIversally cast remain... UnIversally un-acted...

the Most High's play... which is real... has been adapted...
into a... movie reel... when will we stop... acting according to...
man's script... learn our... divinely inspired... role... stop...
acting... out... of character... according to... how you feel...
help to make the Earth... whole... again...
when will we listen... to our creator's story... as told by... Mother Nature...
and... pardon my language but... F@#% the story of men

the sun is... shining... it always is... that... is my nature.

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the call of... nature

2005-12-01T12:49:00.001-05:00

I do not consider myself a poet or even what you might call a spoken word artist. I consider myself an organic transmitter, tuned to a universal station I call WGOD…DESS. I'm simply striving to broadly cast what I receive, with little or no personal interpretation, so that it remains as true as possible to the original transmission… the original frequency, and yet… still allow my individual expression to manifest itself as well… because it is… my experience. I can only hope that it remains pure enough for you to hear that 'original'… message… so that as you listen… it may become your experience as well… and when our minds meet… on that… plane of understanding… we will ALL be blessed to remember… the ONENESS.

Mojuba Oluawoodeorun… Mojuba Gbogbo Orisa… Mojuba Gbogbo Eegun ti nmbelese Olodumare

Je Ki Rere Imole… Jinle

Adupe

ASE… ASE… ASE…

I am walking down the street…
riding on the back of T'challa, a leopard with no spots…
my feet are standing still…
the sidewalk… flows beneath me.

the wind whispers universal secrets…
and the leaves on the trees.. talk to me…
in melanated tones and… autumnal accents...
about the color of love…
and the rise and fall of… life's flow…

I don't remember when… it happened…
but I hear the expression of the Creator…
being spoken… HUsia
divine utterances… articulated through the call of nature… so I listen…
shifting the spheres of my perception…
because nature… speaks in innumerable,.. diversified tongues…
and I am still learning to hear…
to listen…
without… interpretation.

see… my words… are vessels for vibration…
empty and... meaningless…
if they fail to convey the Spirit… I strive to represent…

that.. spirit of ONENESS…
that.. feeling that we have been here…
that.. feeling that we have done this…

I cannot recall the time… before this moment…
when I was deaf to the universe…
and to the dialect of the Creator...
but now I cannot… stop listening.

so I emulate…
the guidance of the trees…
I remain firmly rooted…
nourished by my Mother…
the Earth…
implanted... at the crossroads…
where everything intersects…
and all roads… lead to the… ESSENCE.

like the branches of the trees…
I extend my arms and my awareness towards the heavens…
I bask in the rays.. the ra's.. the JAH! Ra-star-for-I…
of the MOST HIGH'S light…

my brain cells… infused with melanic matter… receive…
light.. colors… my consciousness…
in the singular shades... of MY! individuality…
and the skin "I"! am in…
oh yeah!… just like those leaves…
I will one day descend…
return!…
to the soil of my Mother... Earth…
not to end…
to begin again…

another cycle…
another season…

and it is for this… yeah! it is for this… reason…

I speak to you with words that are… meaningless…
because… the Creator is speaking to me… perpetually…
through the infinite vibrations of nature…
these vibrations are the vibrations of love..

see...love is the energy that attracts me to you and... you to me…
and everything in the universe to everything else…

Beloved… when will you… allow your 'self'…
to listen…?
to hear the voice of the Creator…
so you may come to… comprehend… what we mean…
to each other…

do you… feel me?

my name is… nature… and I am calling you.

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"P"

2005-10-28T10:25:00.003-04:00

while... conversating with trees...
I watched as...
they got drunk from... wine-colored leaves...
I... sipped on... sunlight...
transformed by... melanin...
half-baked I... receive...
revelations! thru my skin...
visions altering realities... perceptions...
synchronicities unveiling mankind's... deceptions...
quantumly strung on...
solar charged... organic hallucinogens...
I'M HIGH! on this... Life!
so... where other poems end...
this U.N.I. verse only begins...
to show and... tell a reality of... revolution...
be careful, keep up! our Mother Earth spins...
for a reason...
do the knowledge... for everything in life...
there is a... time and a... season...
FOR REAL Y'ALL... the time for...
boycotts... marches... and sit-ins...
is... OVER!
no time... left for protests... only solutions.
the HER...ricanes are the.. prelude
now... HIM... HE...[ME?]... that SUN U see...
is about to go... SUPERNOVA!
Ameri...ka... ka... ka must pay for its... sins.
so I... spit... fire thru... words that burn...
if we stop... "giving away" our power, and...
"take" responsibility... our world will take a... turn...
for the... better, but until it does...
HIS words will get... hotter, and HER storms...
more wet... "we've only just... begun"...
to put and end... to the...
"divided and conquered" mindset...
and "A"... return to the... ONE!
this little diddy... called "P" for "poem"...
is so U don't... forget...
if "we" dont "do it"... it aint gonna get "done"...

YEAH!... ALL of THAT!... I just said...
from a little drink of...
SUN!

CHEERS! here's to... FREEDOM

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adding on...

2005-10-28T09:55:00.002-04:00

[photograph courtesy of Denise Harris]

killing me softly... with her words!

have u ever been consumed by the...
fires of another's passion?
see i...

lay down with her amidst our... mutual desire...
burning...
burning within... unearthly flames... nerves raw... exposed to sensations...
that... don't even have names... these words...
these are the words of a phoenix...
waiting to be born...
thru her.

waiting... to... be born by... this... womb... man...
this... abundant earth... a... beautiful mind... gives birth to...
the... MOST HIGH plan...
[not the... "appearance"... of illusions proposed by...
little devils and the... best-laid plans of... man... kind]
SHE... is the "right" hand of God... when... HE...
comes thru... HE[R]... Luv is what's... "left"... do U mind?

Let's get it on... Oww... baby... Let's get it on... U know... what I'm talking bout... C'mon baby...

all of the... luv that is... me... SHE...
takes within and then... brings out...
thus... SHE... becomes the... breath...
of feminine spirit... defining the dimensions... of my...
luv's expression... carrying my... poetry...
to new heights where... ascended souls can hear it...
did i mention... without her there... is no... me?

it is the... knowledge of... HER... added on to my... self?
that causes... US!
2... BE.

that's why!... i call her... ME.

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practice... makes perfect

2005-10-18T10:41:00.001-04:00

practice... DOES... make perfect!

ask Jesus. who's practice leading a life of luv for...

ALL that is living... raised him to perfection.

although there were some who... couldn't hack this...

thus... the resurrection.

still... there is the sacrifice... for those who settle for... nothing!...

less than that which is... MOST HIGH.

so... yeah! go ahead lazarus... allow your ego to die...

Isa is in the room, and... he wants to resurrect someone...

thru the creative breath of... spirit... the... word made flesh.

wrote a poem about it... wanna hear it? here it... go.

giving thanks and... praise... to the drama and the... tragedy...

that caused the... death of... olusanya... allowing the... "I AM"... to be..

free... FREE... to be... filled full... and to... fulfill a... poetic destiny!

rising from my own ashes... see... i was...

baptized by fire this time... cooked! the man and the... chickpea.

Ya Allah... Alhamdu Maulana Jelalludin Rumi!

abandoning all man-made scripts of... who i'm supposed to be...

"acting"... according to roles written by... pontificating old and... new age prophets...

preaching to a choir who cannot... hear... speak... or see.

pushing ALL! of your... emotional buttons... no need for individual enlightenment...

"i'm your preacherman... just.. feel me."

oh! and... don't forget your tithings... our building fund is... in need of... mo'money.

STOP IT! if the hope is still alive and... the spirit is... willing...

how come every time i go thru... brooklyn...

every block i go down has... at least two churches...

alongside... two or three... abandoned buildings... and...

its getting harder and harder to... tell them apart.

seems like... if this is a race for... souls... the devil in us...

has a... "helluva"... headstart!

we have been effectively... separated... from our spirits...

no wonder we are... falling apart.

all of this to say what? absolutely nothing... all the above?

just blowing smoke... a little poetic prelude... to a "Jair inspired"... knock knock joke.

Knock! Knock!

whos there?

Jesus.

Jesus who?

the G is US! that's HU!

practice... DOES make perfect.

ask Jesus. SHE's... probably sitting next to you.

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a healthy alternative...

2005-10-17T15:43:00.001-04:00

this poem introduced itself to me about a week before one of the Bulanians annual W.E.T Wednesdays [Wonderful Erotic Treats] poetry slams, asked me if i could take it to another level of eroticism... tasteful and tasty!

i knew there had to be a way i could...

express my passion... and the... pleasures of u...

in a fashion that... set a new measure of just...

who and.. what u are and... what u do to me.

see... when we make luv its... never nasty... its always... nicety...

so i... had to make this poem tasteful cuz... Mmmmm... your so... tasty!

and right now... let me... raise the level on what u label... erotic poetry.

speak... body language cuz... talking aint saying a word...

unless they... penetrate your being, so... sit back... relax...

let me whisper words of... passion in your ear...

sounds with a... higher vibration of luv... giving u an... eargasm...

from what u hear... making u... want to tell everybody...

what u... heard.

consider this... a healthy alternative... to some sensual bliss...

it just may change... how we approach each other.

as human beings we have... two sides to our nature...

two... ways to... approach our lover... there is... that which is... animalistic...

and that.. which is... divine! the one u identify as... your... self...

is the one that... makes up your mind.

its just like... making up your... bed...

if only animal thoughts run thru your head...

you'll... lie down with a dawg and... wake up with... fleas.

any animal can rut... u know... give each other a good... f@#*...

but don't get it twisted... why... COME... like a... D.O.G....

when u can... COME... like a... G.O.D.? see...

i have to approach u like... God making luv to a... Goddess...

cuz Most High knows... i'm here to taste... every square inch...

of your divinity... the holy waters that... run thru thee.

it is my... nature to luv u, cuz... you're a sweet and gentle flower...

and me... i'm... i'm just a bee... a hummingbird...

humming around your... tu-lips... make no mistake... i'm saying all of this...

becuz i... luv to...lock hips.

i just thought i'd... plant this seed in your... head...

i have a... higher... more mindful approach to... cultivating your.. flowerbed.

i'm striving to... get the petals of your tu-lips to blossom... just for me.

i want to get... deep within u, so i...practice penetration, but...

i'm more than just a squirrel... trying to... bust a nut, so i...

also practice... tenderness and... concentration... your... body...

has a language all it's own, i must... remain focused so i can...

observe it's... subtle signs, like... the goose-hairs that...

rise on the... nape of your neck... everytime i... place my kisses there.

have u ever wondered why... sometimes when i... nibble on your neck i...

let my lips... remain in... one place so... long?

its simple... i'm feeling your pulse... thru your... jugular vein...

it's beat... is my... favorite luv song. so... may i... have this dance?

or... that catch in your breath... when i... hit the right spot...

the... flush of your skin as your... body temperature goes from...

cold... to warm... to... HOT!

woman... i want to do... soOoo much more than just... get into your pants...

i want u... to feel me... in every atom of... your BEing, so that...

everytime u look upon this... wonderful UnIverse... and see an expression of luv...

u know that... it is just... U and I... u are seeing.

no doubt! every dawg does... have it's day, but then...

dawgs... can only function in an... animal way...

what a waste... of a... woman's nature and... time...

if i were to... approach... your... feminine treasure...

in my... humble attempts to... bring pleasure...

in any way... except that... which is... Divine!

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why I sMILe...

2005-10-13T14:41:00.002-04:00

to exist as a... thought... in a fertile mind... such as yours... gives birth to a single smile... folded upon itself a thousand times... ten thousand times... so many times that... it's energy becomes the collapsed light of a... UNIverse unfolding... where... I become your world... at the same time... U become mine... and everything under the sum of... these suns... is a child of... ONE! thought... ONE! aim... ONE! destiny. deep... penetrating... thoughts... shared... thru U and Me... they're like... sex in the morning... hugs before bedtime, and... kisses while U dream. in other words... awake or asleep... U are on my mind. do I have to tell U... it is the experience of U that makes me happy...or... can U see it when I smile?

so... i'm going down... to southern hemispheres where...

soul food abounds, flesh covered mounds...

nourish luv-starved spirits... passion plays...

songs of desire for all who...

strive to live it, not just... hear it.

how have u come to hear my soul so well?

opening spaces in my heart where... SHE!

can be and... dwell... in an infinite bliss...

and thrill me endlessly like a... third-eye kiss.

this... luv for the world is... rooted in u!

so i... drink your... morning dew and... spit!

luv poems in... all of their faces... your river runs...

deep within, filling... all empty spaces...

i'm so glad... u have come... home.

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speaker for the dead

2005-10-06T22:52:00.003-04:00

i seek...
to point out patterns in life thru...
poetry that is written in-between the lines and'''
off of the paper, still...
clearly represented in the words...
presented by a presence seen and...
unseen... the author is an... Ausar...
omni-present... ALL-I SEEING...
pyramid of matter, multi-dimensional...
BEing... liquid... solid... vapor...
my... trans[ce]-mission is to... trans[ce]-end...
the mindset of the.. original earth... raper...
[that's... mutha fucka for all... giants still... "sleeping"]
the god... hard... steps becuz... the devil's...
still creeping... thru cracks in your...
mental constructs... where he... conducts...
cognitive manipulations so we won't...
MAN UP... and... build a... just and free nation...
"word is bond"... the enemy is not a...
"white movement"... it is a... "black stagnation"...
realize! there is nothing that can stop...
a people filled with the... spirit of their Ancestors...
and determination...
if these signals are... not clearly received then...
adjust your... mental station...
tune in... to a different reality...
as long as u live life longing...
for the life lived by another...
u can never be free.
did we... or did we not... give birth to civilization?
when do we return to BEing...
original people, and...
stop living lives of... imitation?
the Ancestors say...
speak! but...
i don't think your hearing me.

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things go better with... coke?

2005-10-01T22:55:00.000-04:00

i had to get this off of my chest while the in-sights are still fresh... and my ability to think is still free.

i just received another forwarded email explaining that... since they broke their contract with kanye west, as a result of his comments after katrina... that i should... boycott pepsi.

does anyone else see the irony in this bullshit... or is it just... me?

the last time i brought a coke or pepsi u can be sure it was to remove the corrosion building up around the terminals of my car battery. i honestly see no other reason that a sane person would buy it... surely not to put it within this fine work of art called... the HUman body. seriously... when i worked for the hartford civic center we would clean the grills we used to cook the sausage and hot dogs on with sprite, have them badboys gleaming... while the industrial cleaner sat in the corner. who in their right minds would put something with such corrosive capabilities in their body? fuck boycotting pepsi becuz they dropped kanye west... boycott pepsi becuz that shit might drop U! dead in your tracks... literally! boycott coke becuz they are hiring paramilitary forces to kill people in the poorer nations where they have their bottling plants... for doing something as outrageous as trying to form a union, so they can receive decent pay for their work.

we have to stop jumping on bandwagons just becuz individuals dress them up as causes... we need to stand up for ourselves, but we must stop falling for every bullshit protest and petition that hits the airwaves. this aint no voting for the top forty bullshit. kanye west is an entertainer, not a spokesman for original people. he may speak for these mindless, artificial corporations, but he can't speak for me. even if i wanted him to speak for i... he lost that shit when he started being a damn pitchman... along with common and mos def. u can't speak for corporate amerikkka and represent olusanya in any form or fashion. my blackness is not for sale! we act like a brotha or sista can do anything as long as they "get paid", like that is the mark of success. THAT'S BULLSHIT!

what the fuck are u doing still drinking carbonated beverages for anyway? why are u gulping down the same shit u breathe out as a waste product of your respiration? now someone sends u an email saying, "boycott pepsi"... so u do so without hesitation. u wouldn't do it for your own health, but u do it for another person's so-called wealth. wake the fuck up!!! the united states has become a nation of followers, who have lost their ability to make conscious decisions based upon their own understanding/overstanding/any type of standing... as long as it's on your own truth and square!

when i saw common doing a commercial for coca-cola i immediately sat down and penned a poem called "poetry for prophets" [its in the archives... check it out]. i'm dead set against our art forms being exploited to sell their bullshit. its bad enuff that we allow these madison avenue pimps to continue to sell us this nightmare they call the american dream, without allowing them to use our creative spirits as their public relations tools. am i saying that artists cannot sign endorsement deals? NO! i am saying we need to make "conscious" decisions to endorse life, not death. choose products to endorse that are not made by companies that exploit poorer nations/people of color [HUEmen BEings], or that do not manufacture products that damage our bodies and our planet.

u want to get angry about something? get angry about the fact that we spend more time complaining about what america does than we do examining our own behavior and identifying the areas of our lives that perptuate this bullshit... and the fact of the matter is... the hip hop culture has become a major factor in the promotion of mindless consumerism and consumption, promoting the continuous rape of our planet for its resources so they can have their bling and drive their hummers with the rims that spin [yeah... mindlessly spinning like the brains of black people still bamboozled].

should i boycott kanye west for promoting mickey dee's and their supersized unhappy-definitely-not healthy meals? make a decision people... revolution means change. if u want a stop to the bullshit then... stop the bullshit. if u want to change the condition that u are living in then... change the way u live.

U want to see a revolution? then BE... a revolution! talk is cheap... unless your words are up for sale to the highest bidder. ask kanye... he can tell u better than me!

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i'm... melting

2005-09-29T18:32:00.001-04:00

fingertips to temples we...
worship.
bodies in motion...
like planets we...
come...
together, UnI...
verses are... born.
stargates with... blue arches...
transport me to inner dimensions where...
I seek the measure of... time, and...
eternal moments.
we made luv in a pyramid and...
gave birth to... matriarchal dynasties,
where mooning women weave black wholes.
my light... collapses into your gravity...
well...
your water... never running... dry.
my evolution is a...
revolution.
returning to the center of my BEing...
I long to be ONE...
again.
no longer becoming...
i choose to BE...
COME...
let's give each other the... gift of... fire!
spontaneously... Come... Bust...
combust!
nothing quite like the... transformative power of...
passion's flames.
U feelin me?
I wanna melt with U!

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The Tides of Destruction Washed Away All Pretense

2005-09-22T13:09:00.000-04:00

This is a warning from the Emerge-and-See Broadcast system...
The Emperor does not have any new clothes... there are no more "imagined" solutions for the problems being caused by mindless consumerism and consumption... and no Ab-rollers or other quick fixes can get rid of the massive gut resulting from our gluttony and the rut... we have allowed ourselves to fall into becuz we keep following the... leader?

NOW... is the TIME! to lead ourselves out of our mental stupor... stop self-medicating ourselves with mo'drugs, mo'money, and mo' comforting meditations in our attempts to dull the pain we are causing to ourselves, each other, and our Planet... STOP IT... DAMMIT!

Yeah... the Emperor... has no new clothes. He is butt-naked... ass-out, and this emasculated Bush... is exposed for ALL the world to see!

In the event that U actually Emerge-and-See these announcements will be followed by constructive actions, by everyone concerned, to effect change within themselves and their immediate environments.

STAY TUNED FOR FURTHER ANNOUNCEMENTS FROM YOUR... EMERGE-AND-SEE BROADCAST SYSTEM.

sometimes the earth cries... booger tears...
u know... those sobs that... make ugly faces...
drips snot out your nose and...
is accompanied by animal-like snorts of... pain...
like a... clock... work... orange... we...
seek to explain...

how could something like this happen?

the UnIverse moves and...
we ride bi-cycles of... life and death...
save your breath... who said it would be understood?
if you think the world has suddenly gone... bad...
trance-end the wheel... stop your... psycho-drama...
do something to tip the scales towards... good?

a wisewoman once told me...
"get over yourself... it aint about you!" [spookee aint it?]

it has been said that, "death... is the great equalizer"
yet... we are all born... to die, so...
the Creator gives birth to... equality...
somewhere in-between... it is we...
who fucked up the divine equation, then...
when the UnIverse shows us the seeds we have sown...
we point... fingers of blame and play... games of evasion.

where's the helping helps attached to... all those fingas?

see... sometimes the water isn't so cleansing...
it doesn't come to wash, but... to reveal the stains..
and quiet as its kept... if it takes a disaster to... bring us together?...
what does this say about the mentality we maintain?

Mother Earth has once again... aired our dirty laundry...

we need to act like a family... "ALL" of the time...
not just on holidays, birthdays... funerals...
or times of... disaster.

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one/time/sunrise

2005-09-22T12:58:00.001-04:00

give thanks and praise for the times...
when she invites me to...
begin my... days as witness to the dawn of...

her gaze is a journey into the state of...
a...maze where love provides the clue in...
so many ways... it is best to be alert as...
emotions blur and... thoughts haze

poetic moons in a waxing phase will wane...
in strains and words that... string together...
things like... quarterly cycles and... seven chakras...
into twenty eight word quatrains!

these luna-tick... moon-tock moments when...
my entire movement is measured by...
her rhythms....
both bodies... clocks...
that get wound... a...round each other?
conscious of each... other...
time...
spent...
love...
to spend....
giving value to life's many variables...

where she begins... is...
where i end.

only to begin... so i say... again...

give thanks and praise!

a new day... dawns on the horizon, so i...
gaze into her eyes and... like a candle before the sun i...
disappear!

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crimes of... passion

2005-08-27T00:00:00.001-04:00

[photograph courtesy of Denise Harris]

love is... so subtle... so slick... so seductive...
and so... difficult to see if you... only use your eyes.
its like... watching a black ant... shifting through the shadows...
as it... circles a black rock...
it will often escape your sight.
love will... sneak in... pillage and... plunder ALL!...
of the chambers of your heart... then...
disappear like a... thief in the night...
the only reason you'll know it was there...
is because... something is... missing!
Hey! where did my... ability to reason go?
where did my individuality disappear to?
how come I... cannot think... about anything except... U!
U see? love is a highwayman...
laying in wait upon life's many paths...
like a... nascent... narcissistic ninja...
who... comes to assasinate lonliness and...
gets all up... in ya...
who takes no prisoners and... accepts no quarter...
love lies in wait... constantly changing...
flavors and... shape.
to a woman experiencing a... thirst for passion...
HE... comes as water.
to a man... drunk from the ecstasy of love's wine...
SHE... appears as a succulent grape.
DAMN! love is an... oxymoronic crime like a...
voluntary rape?
it takes U... often against your will, but U...
like it... and gladly become it's willing victim.
see... sex can be safe but... love rarely is...
love... embraces one... just to... stick'em...
and... contrary to popular belief...
love does not last forever... because it...
abolishes all time.
time measures the movement of...
one thing towards or... away? from another,
but... no one embraced by love...
ever wants to move from... the ONENESS...
they experience with their... lover.
yeah! true love is a crime... violating ALL the laws...
in the... state of your mind... the "sentence"...
is LIFE!
INDEED! love will slay... all of that... ego...
needing no gun... hmmmph... needing no knife.
like the man with a... thousand faces and a...
thousand disguises... love always sneaks up on U...
always surprises!
GET IT? love is a... crime of passion, and...
lonliness... is it's number one victim
NOW! EVERYONE... HANDS UP... LINE UP AGAINST THE WALL...
because... this is a... sho'nuff love poem...and I'm
ROB N B'HOOD [a.k.a BrothaHood] and I'm... sticking it...
NO! I've stuck it... to U ALL,
now give me that stuff... that sweet... that... funky... stuff.

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a UnIverse... in the mix!

2005-08-14T21:37:00.001-04:00

she said,... "your words change everything"...
but it is SHE... who has changed ME!
if our bodies were... in close proximity...
or as... intimately connected as... our spirits...
we would... probably be making... babies.

still...
transcending time and... space...
merging the energies of... sunshine and... wind...
we give birth to... poetrees... with... talking leaves...
special effects of this... sun and moon.
mother earth and.. father sky...
seek to be in tune and...
our concepts conceived build... bridges...
from here... to eternity.
conscious beings... gifted with... imagination...
SHE visits ME... in my sleep and... WE...
dream together!
new realities and... new worlds where...
individuals are... free!
free to love... two love... beyond form.
see... my mother earth.. is the...
ultimate deejay!
as SHE spins... on her axis... turning tables and...
flipping scripts...
mixing and... merging magical... harmonies.
SHE... cause me to... DANCE!
to a... whole... new... groove!!!
there's no... wallflowers in nature... it's time to... MOVE!
your body.

luv... is putting your hand in... someone's back pocket, walking through woods... picking daisies... dreaming of the... days we...
will spend together... writing poems... with each other.

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four seasons [and i aint talking bout bread crumbs]

2005-08-12T23:06:00.001-04:00

have i ever told you how much i love the cycle of the seasons? you should see them where i live [see the four seasons from my perspective!]. In winter its like your surrounded by a crystal forest... the trees are covered with ice, sometimes so heavy that you can stand outside and listen to branches giving way to the weight of the ice... CRACK! like wooden thunder. hmmm... the sound of SHE... bearing the weight of life as it develops deep with her BEing. you know the life is there but you can't see it. it's trapped... becuz the earth and sun have not inclined themselves towards each other in a harmonious manner. i can feel her, but... i can't... reach her.

spring... can i... begin to reawaken the hibernating mother... the sleeping goddess, and all of the life that has been gestating within her womb causing it to... reveal itself to me... again! like the Creator is playing peek-a-boo with creation... ha ha ha... now you see me... now you don't! the sun and the earth... still maintaining their individual orbits, independent of each other... begin to move towards each other... again! you see leaves sprouting on the same branches that had been previously bare and encased in ice. perhaps SHE... is warming to my overtures! by the time spring is in full gear the forest around you is ... melanic... mother nature having clothed herself in a full spectrum of colors and sounds, her life sings about the warmth of the sun as he tickles the surface of her skin. at night you fall asleep to crickets chirping in four part harmony [and if your smart and hang different size wind chimes...Iya Fefe the mother of all winds will play them as only she can... night songs... a lover's serenade]. those who still recall what love sounds like... recognize the voice of these two... natural lovers, as they coo in each other's ear.

summer... her life is teeming... catalyzed by the warmth of the sun and his externalized creative energies. the creation of renewed life and growth is at the heights, the peak of it's expression. everywhere you look you see evidence of the interaction of yin and yang, earth and sun. yeah!... as the sun heats up the surface of her body drawing her waters up...until they rain back down upon her, combined with the energy of his BEing... Damn! don't u just love it... when a plan... comes... together... ha ha ha... giving birth to UnI... verses.

the fall is very precious becuz it reminds us that nothing stays the same and... everything must change, some times are... good and some times are... i won't say bad [cuz its all good], but they are not quite as comfortable, so in fall... remember... the rough times are the best times! ...to appreciate this cycle, the ebb and flow as each drop seeks to return to that ocean, egos drowned by love. it aint the spring or summer... and yeah... winters on the way, see... we... still have our own rotation and orbit, and we don't always move at the same rate and in the same direction. we know that... chances are good... we will move away from each other at... times, so... let's take a minute or two to look at all of the growing we did, chill out and slow down [cuz winter will slow that ass down] and see how we can make next spring and summer even better! you know what i'm saying? mo' hotter... mo' wetter! let's use our time apart... as a blessing!
see... without all four seasons... i don't know if i could truly appreciate the nature of love and our... BEing.

ha ha ha... knowing that... i remember that every day of the four seasons should be looked at... as if it were the first day you realized that... love calls.

you inspi-I-I-I-ired me... to dance!

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a flower blossoms

2005-08-01T21:20:00.003-04:00

[photograp courtesy of Caterina Ravaglia]

a gentle flower... growing wild...
i... stopped to smell her...
scents as they... rose...
like... an olfactory phoenix setting my...
senses aflame this...
mother of all flowers.

meditating... under the same tree where...
an apple landed on my head alerting me...
to the gravity of the situation...
her centrifugal attraction keeps me...
revolving around... her...
grounded by... her... "BE"ing.

i will storm the gates of eden if necessary...
cuz... tending her flower bed... is my destiny.
there is absolutely no need to warn me...
of trees and their... fruit.

don't you know?

i've never really been into apples...
eve... vive... shakti... whatever you want to call her...
SHE... on the other hand...
may find herself...
on the menu!

as love devours the UnIverse.

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if you love someone...

2005-07-26T13:30:00.001-04:00

I was at a family reunion the first time I heard the term "hard-head" as a general reference for men, didn't quite understand it at the time. Unfortunately today I understand the term fully, because I have lived it repeatedly, often hurting those very dear to me in the process.
No wonder Masons seek to subdue their passions... a passionate man can be a danger to himself and others.
Someone told me that they are glad to see a man who gets it and can write about it. Too bad I only seem to get it... after the fact.

her smile is the most beautiful poem i have ever read,

her souls music is silent, yet...
it's harmonies sound throughout my BEing
how foolish was i not to realize that... love can only be fulfilled...
when we do not trap it with our emotional needs.
see... love comes to bring pleasure, but...
desire comes to create pressure and...
i thought i was stronger than this, but my...
fear of losing love... or... of love dying...
gave birth to possession...
i tried to hold her too tightly, like...
my grip would make a diamond, instead...
like... water in a fist...
she naturally escaped my emotional web and i...
remain thirsty and... lonely.
even the strongest of fathers must remember...
love... is always gentle, love...
is a mother.

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mind the gap

2005-07-24T00:14:00.000-04:00

"mind the gap between the platform and the train."

she said she was...
tired...
thinking too much... anticipating... dreaming...
dreaming manifesting...
going back east to... take care of her grandmother who...
always took care of her.

"mind the gap y’all"...

"mind the gap"... means...

"goodbye"... in england... in beijing, china it's... "won chi ba."

sometimes in life you can't... tell if your... coming or going and...
life has a funny way of... putting us in the right place...
at the ... right time, even... if we don't always get it.
she said she met someone special last night, and...
sometimes you... meet people in the... strangest places, yet...
they seem so familiar!

"mind the gap y’all"

between... where you're coming from and... where you're going...
you see... our destination is reached... in the moment we...
stretch our imagination and... ask for love...
you never know... what you might receive...
yesterday is gone... tomorrow never comes...
forget about the past... don't... worry about the future... cuz...
we only have the moment, and...
we can only... step... in-between.

"mind the gap y'all..."

she said she was... going back east to...
take care of her grandmother who...
always took care of her.

"mind the gap"...

between... where you come from and... where you're going...
between …' where you’ve been and…' where you need to be'.
sometimes this... life is full of... surprises...
a... strange synchronicity... moments that measure the...

"mind the gap y’all"…'

space... the... emptiness of separation between...
you and... me... we... need to pay attention, so...

"mind the gap y’all"...

the... in-between... time? the... gap...
between... spirit and... mind...
between the... thought and the... anticipation, between the... dream... and the... dream manifesting.

she said she... met someone special last night, and...
sometimes we meet people in the... strangest places...
sometimes we... meet beyond space and time... we...
meet... people... only in the mind...
before we meet them physically...
space and time are just... gaps... of synchronicity...
a pause in between breaths where... you and i are free...
to BE... Come... one... again...
see... the measure of love is... eternity, so...

"mind the gap y’all"...

between... where we’ve come from and... where we're going?
i don't understand... we... used to live in heaven, and...
now we are here?
if the reality is oneness... there's no...
space or distance between... I AM... us...
this and or... that, so...
we never really went... anywhere...
this... love has always been... there?

"mind the gap y’all"…'''

that... space in between that is... silent, where...
we... pay attention... to all that... jazz...
to our gifts... improvise the creative vibration...
sounding life... we're still... not... but we can hear
and... all that... matters... can appear...
it’s not where... your from or... where your going its...
where your at so we must... pay... attention and...

"mind the gap... y’all"...

she said she was...
tired of thinking too much... anticipating...
dreaming... dreaming manifesting, she said she...
met someone special last night...

loo000oove and happiness make you do wroooo0000ng
make you do riiiight , heeeeeeeey (heeey)!...

she said she was... going back east to...
take care of her grandmother who...
always took care of her.

"mind the gap"...

means... "goodbye"... in england…' in beijing, china its... "won chi ba."

stop! thinking too much... anticipating and... dreaming...
pay attention... to the…'' dream manifesting...
every moment is... meant to be...
lovers you know... they can... dream a reality.

"mind the gap y’all"...

between all thoughts that... stop you in your tracks...
cuz after all... is said and... done, the fun?
is in the stepping.
everything happens for a reason, and in the end...
everything always turns out right...
the goal is not to... reach a point... the point... is in the journey.

keep on truckin baaAaby!

she said she... met someone special last night... and...
sometimes we meet people in the... strangest places...
yet they seem... so familiar!

”excuse me, but... i... can’t get over the feeling that we...
met before, and if not then... we really need to meet... now...
cuz... i... never told you how sorry i am for hurting you...
or... you may just have saved my life...
or... we might join the ranks of the lovers...
or... this may be the end... of a new beginning."

"mind the gap y’all"...

between where we have been and... where we need to be...
that space where we are free... to be... one... again?

she said she was going back east to...
take care of her grandmother who...
always took care of her.
thinking... anticipating... dreaming... dreaming manifesting...
in-between here and now... in that space where i...
met her last night... at an artist's community...
or was it this morning at the movies?

"mind the gap y’all"... means...

"goodbye"... in england... in beijing, china it’s... "won chi ba."

but for those who realize that we can...
lose our minds to love when we...
let go of our egos, understand that...
if we pay attention... at the moment... we are...
lost in each other... we can find oneness, and...
did i forget to mention?
lovers often... dream their reality...
i know this sounds confusing, but...

"mind the gap"...

can also mean...

“hello my friend, its good to... see you again…' you've been gone for awhile, now…' your back, and... i'm soOo glad you are…' here."

“won chi ba”
that means "hello" in beijung, china... in england its...
"mind the gap."

and sometimes... it even means...
"you have to break your eyeglasses if you want to see... clearly!"

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patiently i... wait

2005-07-20T00:20:00.001-04:00

[photograph courtesy of Denise Harris]

as she lay sleeping i...

watch the... dream of this world through the...
five windows of my mind but...
my senses have been overwhelmed by the...
sense of... you.
now...
what's a poet to do?
how do i... write a poem that... makes sense?
see... i remember those... long midnight walks along...
the banks of the nile, that i though were... past...
how meeting you has... once again made...
ancient memories... present... but... tense.
why didn't you wait for me... this lifetime?

the moment we met i... looked into your eyes...
saw reflections and... recollections! ...of love and...
surprise... as you realized... you...

were reading my mind!
we may not understand it, but... its crystal clear...
we recognized the... tie that... binds...
our... bodies and.. souls... across... lifetimes.
its at... times like these i... find words ineffectual...
to explain this experience, perhaps...
i should start practicing... pantomimes...
you know... gestures and... facial expressions,
body language! revealing the mysteries of a...
forever love...
hmmmm... virtual... road signs...
pointing the way... past... the illusion of time...
back? ... to our future.
your present relationship may very well suit you, but...
will it stand the test... will it transcend any and...
all obstacles, including... time?
these words that i write... the reason for my rhyme...
it's all about... YOU!
you... are the muse... who has always been home...
in the mansions of... my mind.

still... my commitment to... commitments...
keeps me from the... full expression of our...
eternal relationship... except... in between the... lines...
of my poetry. why? simply because...

you didn't wait for me.
so i wait.
after all... what's a... lifetime or... two...
when your love has been created to... last for eternity.
this is not the first time i... returned...
to the... dream of this world... looking for... you!
if by chance it is not... the last...
as delicious and... nutritious as... our love is...
i don't mind an occasional... fast.
it was the... "absence" of you...
that makes the... "presence" of you...
such a... "stone... cold... blast"... like...
don cornelius on soul train with... sister erykah singing,
"i guess I'll see you next lifetime..."
this is not a harlequin romance or a... zane novel...
this! ... is a... "Love Divine!"
do you remember me now?
any feelings of... deja vu?
no? that's alright... forever love...
blesses one with... infinite patience...
so i wait...
until you do.

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the common... denominator

2005-07-03T20:46:00.001-04:00

fom gil-scot heron to common…
the denominator…
that remains the same...
is the name "Original People"…
the god and the goddess…
the church and the steeple…
the mother and father…'''' come as ONE
ALL things being equal… their seed… the sequel…
gives birth to another ONE… another sun...
not cuz your mine… because you shine…
radiating light from the "Divine"…
we are ALL! thoughts…
from the original mind…
the breath of life…
to inspire and expire…
to inhale and exhale…
life is a rhythm…
a rhyme… a dance with seven veils…
like… hip! hop! tick…'''' tock…'''' you can't stop!…
the movements and measures of time…
the code of mathematics scales…
from zero to nine/nineteen, the cipher to be Born…
the natural order of elevation…
so why are we in decline?
kinky is just another word for spiral…'''' G!
it's your nature to wind…
to get wound and spring forth… resound…
blaze through summer…
then fall… rewind in winter, then…'''' rebound.
in the beginning was the word…
a movement in sound…
a tone becomes a verb…
the movement is the music…
the ways and actions are the measure… ya heard!
and yet I'm still disturbed…
by the amount of our people…
who refuse to hear… the song of the caged bird…
when it enters their inner ear…
whose wingtips pound their... "inner" ear drum…
it sings songs of free[the]dom…
flips the script…
so that blind, deaf, and dumb…
means that we have BEcome…
enlightened people, no longer medieval…
we see no.. hear no… speak no evil…
in just one moment… I believe we will…
dance to the music of the original drummer…
the beat of the original ONE…'''' love is god… god is love… the HEART!… is the original drum.
Can u feel it? Can u feel it? Our funky sensation!

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a question of... u!

2005-06-16T21:27:00.002-04:00

sometimes particular themes take hold of me and i revisit them in different poems. there's the timelessness of love... the single drop in the ocean [u know the whole submerging yourself in another thang... ha ha ha]... the many natural signs that say, "love is the message", so MFSB... learn to love. don't know what i'm talking about? love is... U causing someone to feel so full of joy that they smile... a smile so full of... light... that... if they do it after a rain, and U stand at just the... right... angle... you'll see a rainbow above their head![a friends smile whispered that in my ear]

[photograph courtesy of Triambika]

the question that came to mind was...
where have i seen your face before?
the answer... was another question...
wherein endless answers lay...
waiting... to be voiced... to be heard...

where have I... not seen U?

I... see your face in the... rising of the sun...
your radiance... paints my horizons...
with... the colors of love...
I fear I will go blind if I stare too long in...
your eyes and...

just as the sun burns away the last vestiges of... morning dew...
all feelings of... lonliness... separation from the Beloved...
evaporate in the warmth of... U...
your smile.

hurry my love... come.. listen...
the Creator has given me eternity to...
describe my love for U but...
I am afraid I will run out of words and... time...
so... hurry my love!

U... who... capture my heart while... freeing my soul...
I have given up trying to... figure U out...
I... like the... endless adventure of...
U in... I and... I in... U...
a... single drop... I am... submerged in the...
ocean of your... being...
I am... caught in... rocked by...
wave after... wave... it is through free will I...
choose to be a... slave... to your...
timeless rhythm...
your celestial and... terrestrial...
laws of... nature... the....
multidimensional forms U... give them.

it is also my choice as a... poet...
to keep my... heart and... head in my hands...
my... real[ize]eyes on the prize...
the splendor of this creation...
this gives... purpose to my pen and...
poetic inspiration to...

raise my awareness... and my voice...
towards the... heavenly realms of U...
whose... breath sustains the flight of... birds in the sky...
the same breath that... inspired man and...
en-lightened man so that... he too could fly.

queen of my soul... goddess...
why has man foresaken thee?
I humble myself... before U and ask U...
to bless me...
with... eye-opening words... so perhaps...
I may help other to... see...
past the... shadows of their... individual existence...
to the one who simply says, "BE"... and it is!

sheyin... continue to raise my consciousness...
as I soar! higher than... angels...
the measure of... the words I express...
surpasses eternity...
for however... immeasurable... forever may seem...
it still falls short... the concept of... timelessness...
only BEGINS! to grasp... what I mean.

so what am I doing?
trying to define the... defineless...
give form to the... fromless...
describe a love... that is... beyond description...

U see?
I... am addicted to my thoughts of... loving U...
writing these words... my only prescription.

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riding a train of thought, trying to get to... U! [a neverending journey]

2005-06-15T10:27:00.001-04:00

someone called love the... vanishing point,

but that just confused me becuz...

i didn't sea love...

until u... appeared!

i... hold on to the "idea" of being a "single" drop...

just so i can feel the pleasure of...

losing myself in the...

ocean of your being.

the point of no return?

how can u return to somewhere u never left?

find something u never lost?

become something or somebody u...

already are?

playing hide and seek...

so i can experience the joy of...

finding myself...

over and over again...

in u!

falling down laughing becuz...

u were me... ALL of the time!

in fact...

we only created time to measure...

how long we can keep up...

the charade of separateness,

creating illusory moments...

past and...future....

veiling the now...

of our union.

like... clever ventriloquists we throw our voices...

our spirits...

from one form...

one body...

to the next, becuz...

no one form can contain a... luv supreme

[trane, janis, jimi, bird... and some of the other suns gone nova...

didn't do drugs to get high...

they were trying to come down, cuz...

nothing hooks u like... 1ness]

so we weave sounds...

[like my Baba weaves a white cloth]

fashioned into words...

projected by forms...

all emanating from ONE...

point!

into a thousand points...

a million points...

points that surpass infinity, yet...

always/all ways revealing...

always/all ways returning...

to... ONE!

i call HER the... GOD'US.

we weave words that...

massage each others spirits,

opening hearts kept shut by an ego...

that would rather hold on to loneliness...

in order to be human...

than let go and...

BEcome... the GOD'US]

stop playing!

come here...

let me kiss u...

deeply...

down there...

in the depths...

of your soul.

let's try a new position...

outside of our bodies...

make love so righteously...

we leave spots on the Sun!

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the measure of... me

2005-06-15T08:30:00.003-04:00

"And the evening and the morning were the first day" Genesis 1

ever wondered why the... scriptures... phrase it that way?

what exactly were the... prophets... trying to say?
perhaps the measure of time... did not begin with the sun... instead...
it's mother... is the moon, it is She... who gives birth thru her... night...
nurturing him... in the darkness of her... womb... giving him... dee'light.
hmmm... what are we to assume?
while contemplating this metaphor her... image came to mind...
aaaah! this! is what i... met her for... so she and i can...
come... together... a love divine... giving birth to... the cycles of... time.
i bow to her... the sun sets and She... ascends to her... heavenly throne...
we... give birth to a... UnIverse and... call it... home!

O nwo Olodumare l'oju l'oju (looking at god in heaven)
O nwo ara aye l'enu. (looking at humans on earth)
Isoro Orun, e wa ba mi t'oro yii se, Isoro Orun. (heavenly spirits, descend and make this ritual a success for me, heavenly spirits)
Isoro Orun, e wa ba wa tun oro yii se, Isoro Orun. (heavenly spirits, descend and make this ritual a success for us, heavenly spirits)
mother… earth… she… yin.
the rhythm of your movement… your biological… and celestial… nature…
it is… in you i... find… the womb… to give birth…
to the space… to a place… for… some time… to begin…
time to intone the… beautiful phrases … to invoke the energy of all! …your beautiful…phases… the magical ways… in which you express…
the many faces… the facets… the multiplicity… of this… ALL! i see…
this always changing, never-ending… creation…
while you… forever… remain the same…
and! maintain… the celestial cycle of the creative spirit…
in your rhythm… mmmm! that rhythm…
that wavelike rhythm of your… buttocks…
as they rock… keeping time… like… tick… tock
back and forth… while you walk… in a wavelike… wavelike… like…
my mother's hips?…
water…
omi-gbuu (the deep splashing water)
ojo-gbuu (the deep splashing rain)
omi, aribu-sola (water, one who makes the deep a place of honor)
abiyamo-afidi-soju-ona (one whose vagina is a road of passage)
abiyamo-abirin-welewele (the nursing mother of gentle strides)
yeah! my mother walks… and talks… with a rhythm… like the ocean
ogudu gbada… ogudu gbada… ogudu gbada… (the sound of sea waves)
yes!… my mother's hips are… wavelike… in motion.
and your honey breath… as you inhale… and exhale…
it whispers in my ear… as i seek to move in harmony…
with the rise and fall… of your life's cycle, the beat…
of your pulsing… heart… in tune… or… in time… with you.
because i realize your rhythm… mmmm!
that rhythm… izzzz… giving motion to the cycles of eternity,
and harmony with you… is the true… measure of a man.
i mean… speaking… my word… my bond… my life… my measure… as a man…
it is important that when i… measure.. my time…
it has been… well spent… in harmonious movement with the mother…
the earth… she… yin… balance to my yang…
the sacred synchronization of sun and moon… heavenly bodies on a horizontal plane…
moving in tune… shall come… wait!…go slow… not too soon…
AUMMM… KRIIMMM… BIG BANG!
Iiiiiyeee! poppy… yeah! …and you mommy…
are the high priest and high priestess of… this! most sacred alignment…
we set the tone… the tune… the sun… the moon…
the heavenly rhythm… hmmmm! we set a universe in motion
yeah!… earth… she… yin… my… sacred womb(man)…
i want to spend some quality… time… with you…
so that you… can measure the man… that… i am…
as i move in harmony to your rhythm… to your… motion...
to the undulating waves… of your ocean…
ogudu gbada… ogudu gbada… ogudu gbada…
that rhythm… mmmm! that rhythm…
Iya mi Osun ati Isoro Orun, e wa ba mi t'oro yii se, Iya mi Osun ati Isoro Orun.
Ase… Ase… Ase…
To… To… To…

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u betta... recognize!

2005-06-12T16:25:00.001-04:00

terra-forming... mental landscapes with... seeds of thought rooted in star... stuff that test the limits of imagination and... rational mentation... we... create heaven on earth... giving birth to... noospheres where there's... no fear... things dont... "seem to be" they... are! conversely like... all-stars we... rise to the top and... stop! the...
terror forming... in our... hearts and minds... by... continuing our... close encounters with... man-kind thoughts of... illegal aliens... creating artificial borders... barriers... dividing our sense of... space and... time.. no sense of... true history? [isn't that an oxymoron?] we remain a... mystery... even to... ourselves.
is it any wonder we don't... recognize each other!
come together... right now... over me.

[photograph courtesy of Denise Harris]

someone said, "U BETTA RECOGNIZE!"...
so i did...
i... recognized... i... re-cognized...

i thought about... he... and her... again.
continuously seeking answers that...
remained stubbornly hidden...

what foolish games...
people playing people...
people... playing people...
playing... hide and seek...

i closed my eyes and counted to... infinity...
giving her just enough time to...
veil herself from... me?
she... covered herself with five coats of maya...
i closed my third eye and opened...
two blind eyes to a world full of smoke and...
mirrors...

funhouse mirrors...
distorting our images of self...
so we... no longer... recognize...
ourselves... in each other.

so i looked for her...
in vain...
not realizing she was closer to me then...
the blood in my... veins...
cuz... knowing me better than... i know myself...
she hid the one place my intellect...
would never look...

she hid... inside of me...
while i continued to look for answers...
outside...
while all the time... inside of me...
my heart was an... open book...
authored by her love...

someone said, "U BETTA RECOGNIZE!"...
so i did...
i... recognized... i... re-cognized...

i thought about this game called life... again...

she hid... so that i could seek...
and we... could find...
the joy of recognition... as we re-member!
we were/are... ONE!... ALL... of the time.

how many times will we do this?

close your eyes... and count to... infinity...
i'll hide this time.

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time and... time again

2005-06-08T07:38:00.001-04:00

there have been many times i found myself with... no pen to write...
yet... my mind overflows with thoughts of you...
desperately i cling to their... momentary present...
i... long for a pen... and paper... to record those moments...
and those moments of longing...
were... just long enough... for the moment to pass...
damn! I... missed another moment... where i could have...
should have... experienced oneness...
having been merged with your essence...
consumed as i am... by your presence...
and these... endless thoughts of you...
but the glimpse of then... was enough to propel my thoughts to the future...
looking forward... to a time i could be one with you... again?
i looked past another... now... compelled by visions of you...
i travel back... and forth through time... searching...
for that... one moment of annihilation... causing the loss of all senses...
especially the sense of separateness... the sense of self-importance...
that gave birth to the illusions of... “U” and “I”...
and a dimension called... time...
time... to measure our movements... towards... and away? from... each other?
see... once upon a time... i remember when... you and i... are one!
how many times will we... look past each other...
letting moments slip by... back and forth... forth and back...
time’s pendulum eternally swings... yet...
in this reality called love... between you and i... there is no time...
time equals distance traveled... divided by rate...
how far and fast does one travel... to become one with... your self...
how far is the light of the moon...
when you are living within her gravitational pull...
were we to experience a... soul kiss...
how far must her energy travel... before i... taste it on my lips...
in no time at all i have.... traveled to the dimension of “U”...
to experience oneness with “I”...
i have run out... of excuses... out of illusions... out of time...
to think that i... ever existed... without you...
i have run out of time... to be lonely... or... alone...
i have run “out” of time for... simply being me... for i have run “in” to love...
with... “oneness”... the absence of you and i... one love...
causing the death of time... and the birth... of eternity...
yes! I have run out of time and words... trying to explain that there is no...
“I” without “U”... no... me without ... we...
i have no time left... to speak... about love...
when every moment is another opportunity to just... “BE”... One... Love!
So... wherever... whenever... whatever...
every moment becomes a short... forever...
you see? True love... exists... timelessly.

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Issil

2005-06-05T10:25:00.002-04:00

[photograph courtesy of Issil* Ishle Yi Park]

i participated in my one and only national slam during the summer of 2001, in seattle, the highlight of this event was seeing Ishle Yi Park and hearing her poetry. do not get me wrong... there were amazing poets there, from all over the country... but Ishle... her poetic performance was a spiritual event. After her recital i asked the friends who had accompanied me, "did u see that, did u feel that?" they both looked quizzically at me and said, "what?" LOL... i went on to explain how i saw the roof split open to the heavens, the room was flooded with ancestral spirits who had come to hear Ishle speak. their granddaughter was paying homage to them in her poetry, they had come to watch her. it was as visible to me as these words are to u. at that moment i knew i wasn't a poet yet... but now i knew what to reach for, to aspire towards [writing poetry that transcends the barriers of time... makes the Ancestors want to come and listen]. after u read the effect of her words on me... click on the link to her new book below and let her open the floodgates of heaven to u too!

Queens... is in the howse!

Feet firmly planted upon the fertile soil of a poetess’s stage…
Transforming what was once just wood and nails… into a holy ground.
Her words used to be empty vessels….
She filled them with her spirit…
She filled them with her spirit until they vibrated so fast and furiously…
They broke sound barriers. NO! correction… they broke ALL barriers…
Especially the one between Heaven and Earth… between the Land of our Ancestors… and this spherical ball of mud we call… home.
I watched her with awe as she invoked the Spirits of her Ancestral Mothers…
The ones who… dove into oceans of time… time… and time… again…
so that their children would have a future.
I watched with awe as they... answered her…
Her Ascended Elders…
descended… upon the bridge between our worlds…
fashioned from the words of their… Descendant.
I felt a chill… run down my spine… I thought it was just the thrill of witnessing this high priestess in action, becuz...
She was… fine... But I was wrong…
see… she who holds her breath the longest, she who dives the deepest…
had leaped from the pinnacles of heaven… plunging deep into my soul…
ignoring the freezing waters I had let enter… she...
dove… into my heart of hearts…
using fingers strengthened by years of parting waters…
she pried open… the shell I had placed around the chamber of my love…
Cuz… shit! Love hurts sometimes… and if you love as intensely as I do…
that pain can be excruciating…
I wasn’t trying to feel that... pain... again…
still... she who holds her breath the longest, she who dives deepest…
was also she who will not be denied… so she pried open my heart of hearts…
with fingers strengthened from years of parting times’ waters...
holding up a pearl… whose existence I had forgotten.
she swam towards the surface of my “being”… the pearl grew in size…
until it be came a moon…
a shimmering globe of luminescence that she placed upon the brow of her daughter… physically separated by generations… yet… one with her.
See! She who holds her breath the longest, she who dives the deepest, she who would not be denied… is…
she who is always there when you need her…
looking through the portal between two worlds…
that had been opened by her… Self!…
nineteen generations removed.
seeing my need for love… and the… fear of pain that denied its fulfillment…
she… placed the pearl of my heart… upon the brow of her… Self!…
nineteen generations removed…
where it’s fullness… generated a light that removed all fear of pain,
returning me… to my once forgotten dream of… submerging my ‘self’…
so deeply into the essence of another… that “we” ceases to exist…
beyond U and I… it is just… U.N.I… ONE!
U See! She who holds her breath the longest, she who dives the deepest, she who will not be denied, she who is always there when you need her… stands before… me as…
she who… opens doors between worlds, wearing the moon upon her brow…
that moon… is my once forgotten dream of love.
As you can see… I have been burned by fire…
and in case I didn’t mention… I have been burned by love as well…
do not ask which hurt the most… just listen…
I have seen her… this High Priestess… as she opened the gates of the Ancestral realm… with the spirit of her words…
wearing my once forgotten dream of love upon her brow…
they call her words poetry…
I call them prayer…
and you... may call this written piece… a vow.
I will walk… casually…
through a fifty foot wall of fire…
annihilating ME… if… SHE!…
is on the other side…
just… so that I may hear her voice…
and see her smile…
as she opens doors… between worlds…
with her words…
wearing my love… upon her brow…
whispering…
LOVE hurts… so… damn… good!

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warning!

2005-05-31T11:20:00.001-04:00

some individuals may find this next piece offensive, but the reality is... it can not be offensive enough.
during the course of a conversation someone said, if the pope were weed he'd be the chronic. now... everyone who smokes knows that chronic is a term reserved for high quality weed, and using it as an analogy for the pope is just downright disrespectful... to good weed.
since it is a well known fact that religion is a drug used to sedate the masses i could see the analogy of religion and drugs, but i would not equate it with a "nice buzz"... if u know what i mean... lol.
some may want to get sentimental about john p's passing, but the fact of the matter is... like the rest of the catholic church, he basically turned his back on the atrocities being perpetuated by the church and it's priests. it is important we do not let our humanity whitewash the legacy of oppression and abuse that is the history of the church.

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if the pope were weed...

2005-05-31T11:13:00.001-04:00

if the pope were weed...

he'd…
be a sterile male plant...
who against his will was...
pollinated by some... feminist bush...
forced to... follow her lead...
he'd...
lose all sense of self and potency...
he'd...
get you there too fast...
crash too hard...
and generally allow you to say,
"not tonight... i have a... headache",
with no fear of it being a lie...
cuz that's the nature of...
bad weed...
but even so...
he'd...
get you so fucking high on yourself...
you… could sleep peacefully at night while...
innocent virgins are...
sacrificed on altars of... hypocrisy and deceit...
no need... no need... for prozac...
just turn your frock'in back and...
close your ears...
papal vatican weed covers all fears...
leaving you in… in…
in mental stupor... and... u got the vapors...
shit! if the pope were weed i'd...
burn all my bongs, and...
write olu’ku's on all my... rice papers...
like...

abandoned buildings...
like... churches and... dead icons...
are... empty... of love.

cuz… if the pope were weed...
he’d…
start turf wars… over the control of…
lost souls… lost to massa’s religion…
the… opiate… of the masses…
binding you back… binding you… back…
to plantations… where…
negro spirituals… code songs for freedom…
are replaced by… gangsta rap…
code songs for… nigga get back… get back…
to where you know you... belong...

if the pope were weed…
he’d…
put a kool-aid smile on your face…
lull you back into place… with…
prayers of comfort and…
promises of 40 acres… disguised as…
recording contracts…
you feeling me?
If the pope were weed…

olusanya would just say, "NO!"

cuz in it's... vampiric greed...
for the souls of humanity...
the church will... soak the remains...
of his memory...
in embalming fluid and... sell them as...
ANGEL... DUST!

just... to get you... high?

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a safe haven

2005-05-29T22:22:00.000-04:00

nature reclaimed me as... one of her own,
my... surroundings, my words... a reflection of her... nurture.

i used to live in the city where...
mankind... with their... mob mentality...
has given trees concrete shoes...
sending them to...
sleep with the fishes in rivers and oceans...
polluted by industrial waste... as we...
race to consume...

watching reality tv... was as simple as...
looking out of my apartment window...
where there is no... pg-13 or...
parental guidance suggested... seems like...
everyone has been recruited as the... new XXX...
and life... is for mature audiences only...

the children... have been left alone to...
fend for themselves, thus...

the good die young and... evil matures like...
fine wine and... aged cheese... the funky smell?
a dead and decaying society...
a fermented mentality rapidly... rises...
there is a... fungus among us!

so i... switched to the... nature channel...
i watch... sunrises over treetops...
trees that stand in their... bare feet...
offering the shelter of their branches to birds...
wiggling their roots in the soil of the mother...
[there's... something about the feel of...
earth between your toes]...

see... my thought processes were always free...
to soar with an eagles vision between earth and sky...

they were just waiting for a... safe place to land...
now they rest... in the arms of the mother...
looking at the world with a...
bird's eye view.

it's all a matter of perspective... u feel me?

big bang revisited [the remix]

2005-05-29T15:55:00.000-04:00

today the... trees were talking in...

native tongues rooted in... stars gone nova...
universes resurrected... from their ashes.
their words ground me...
celestially and... terrestrially...

a wise man told me...
"in the god'us we trust and...
lust to create... after 'thee'... creation..."
our love making... a phoenix friction fire...
perishing in the flames of... desire...
le petit mort...

gives birth to a... higher "being"...

come... together...
fire... air... water and.... earth do mix...
at the base of a mountain formed in... stillness...
the energy of love brings heavenly bodies...
to become... ALL... that matter...
ALL... that truly matters...
together and a.... new UnIverse begins gestation.

rolling around milkyways... on UnI-[versal]-cycles...
we turn the dharma wheel with a... nurturing hand...

aint love grand!

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om and... om

2005-05-29T15:19:00.001-04:00

OM
BHUR BHUVA SVAHA
TAT SAVITUR VARENYAM
BHARGO DEVASYA DI MAHI
DHIYO YO NAH PRACHODAYAT
OM

yeah! i go... om... and om... and...
om and... om...
intimate conversations with the sun...
at the... break of dawn...
like... ultraviolet rays... her words...
catalyze an... instantaneously gradual...
enlightment...
a full understanding... of a...
multidimensional alignment...
my... myriad selves... the fractures...
of a broken heart... and mind... mend...
the trance... ends... no more...
ascends... or... descends...
as... past... life... times... with her...
flash before my eyes...
placing this intellects perceptions...
of this... life... time... in perspective...
a door... to divine wisdom opens...
traveling at the speed of thought... i... realize...
the illusions of the... space-time continuum...
the mental myth of... i cogito... ergo sum...
how can there be... an i... and/or a... she...
when... in fact... we... are one...
see...i had to go... above and beyond...
the mind... to overcome fission...
and experience... fusion... with this sun...
now the... i... that is... me
says to the... i... that is... she...
come! into my life... i’ve got so much to give...
yes! come!... again... again... and again...
we’ve been in love since before... the beginning...
and will... be... after the... end...
how’s that for... multi orgasmic?
with a love cosmic... there’s no need to...
pretend... get it?
if not... your thinking too much...
just know... and remember... neo...
it’s the... mind that... bends...
i know this... cuz this woman has said...
things I’ve only mentioned... to my self...
causing me to say... half-heartedly...
“get out of my... head!”
yet... her presence... within...
sustains my... mental health...
so... she... just laughed heartily... instead...
impossible... it is... to separate the...
water from the wave...
she is my finger... pointing at the ocean...
and the... ocean itself...
thoughts of her... cause my mind to crash...
functioning... beyond the parameters... of it’s... mental artifacts...
it knows not... how to... behave...
no... trains of thought...
arrive as scheduled... some... don’t even make their connections...
so i... never reach... a point...
so i... don’t pay... attention...
letting my thoughts take me... nowhere...
cuz all points are just... projections of her...
and she... is always... right... here...
her presence... is the essence... of me...
no matter... whether i am... or... i am not...
she is forever... there...
and she is not... nor... am i...
that’s the point!... where?... we are...
ONE.

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sins of the parents [in 3 acts]

2005-05-27T23:15:00.001-04:00

i was watching the television with my daughter when i saw the newscast about Carla Brucia for the first time. my daughter is three years older than Carla, the news of this little girls abduction touched, disturbed me deeply. i felt her parents pain, i thought it strangely ironic that, at a time when society seems fascinated by reality tv and these shows continually receive high ratings, reality was taking place on a tv... and no one paid any attention... yeah... this life's blessing was taken from her parents, but it didn't rate our viewership until it had become another one of our sick societies tragedies. this poem is my "i'm mad as hell and i'm not going to take it anymore" statement about what we have allowed our so-called nation to become, our continuing failure to create a just society for our children, where we may nurture them and allow them to grow.

we used to pass on family traditions and life skills to our children, now... they either... pass on, or... they inherit locked doors and... bars on their windows... guns under their pillows, global drive-bys and fly-bys... the legacy of a nation that has become desensitized to death and is still convinced that... might makes right and... war makes money!

god bless amerikkka? land of the free... who have the... minds of a slave.
this poem is for little Carla Brucia.

holly wants to go to cali... fornia... holly would... if only holly could...
but she can’t...
the headline read... “little Carla wanted to be a star”... well NOW she is...
although I’m quite sure the... drama that put her... name up in lights...
was not... HER... idea of making it in... show biz...
a… sadist ended her “surreal life” while… most of us... looked the other way...
hey! Did you see... “My Big Fat Obnoxious Fiance”... the other day?...
while Carla was being videotaped... a prequel...
volume one... being raped and murdered… the sequel... no one paid attention...
to this latest episode of... “Daylight Abductions”... her “reality”...
had not made it to... prime time yet...
so when she cried a child’s tears... due to her fears... of dying…
not one of us... heard her... crying... our eyes were wide-shut...
glued to our... T.V. sets... PLEASE LISTEN BELOVED!...
the more we “tune-in” to these so-called... “reality shows”...
the more “out-of-touch” with the... reality of... life... and death we get...
so... once again in broad daylight... (because in a blind society... pedophiles, perverts... and rapists no longer need to wait for the... dark of night)...
we lost another... earth daughter... how many of our moons will have to... vanish...
before we stem this... violently rising tide... how many wells will run dry before we...
become mindful of our... water?... instead of... mindlessly... allowing our attention...
to be... monopolized by... reality T.V.?
pied pipers leading our... children to slaughter... while we... like junkies... Sharing needles...
continue to transmit deadly strains of...
communicable dis-ease and... dis-order... in epidemic proportions...
just how blind... can america be?
boob-tubes... babysitting our children...
if your choice is not to... protect and respect... instead of... neglect...
the lives of your children... next time... be pro-life?
choose abortion...
before filling your head... with these... “illusions”... you call reality...
practice... a little caution... try... tearing your eyes... from the... Tel-lie-to-your-vision...
take a moment to be... circumspect...
our children... are not born to be the stars... of our sick societies... dramatic tragedies...
they are the... suns!... we always wanted... so... raise your eyes...
keep... your head... to the... sky! so that we may see... them shine!
holly wants to go to cali... fornia... holly would... if only Carla could...
but she cant! It’s time… to stop being a sycophant...
CUT! Let’s pick it up at Act 2; Scene 1...
parasites, politicians and... priests...
ticks... poli-ticks... con-men in lotus pose... doing parlor tricks...
turn “Last Suppers”... into daily feasts... on the flesh of our... innocents...
digested in the belly of this... beast... you are what you eat...
fast from fantasies of… walks upon water… walk a mile upon our mother the earth...
feel her... agony of... da’feet... you!… human plague upon the planet...
you try to command it... with your false sense of self... you lie... like a rug...
stained by... filthy minds... with dirty souls... you should be... hung up and beat...
they say... “music soothes the savage beast” so... come little drummer boy...
a new born king to see... barump a bum bum!
come little drummer girl!... I have a song for you to sing...
the gifts you bring... have been yours since birth...
yet... you keep following three blind mice...
parasites... politicians... and priests...
blue bloods... bleeding you for... all you are worth...
like... diabolical short order cooks... flipping your blessing...
into a... curse...
fascists farmer’s wives... cut off the... sacred cows ear... sell it to...
king louis vitton... makes a silk purse... sells it for a profit...
the rich get richer... the poor get... prison industrial complexes...
now who will... STOP IT!
not... poli-tick-tions or... false… prophets... shepherds of citizens...
shape-shifted into chattel... bartered to... international bankers...
like... herds of... headless cattle...
haven’t you heard?... this isn’t poetry... It’s spoken word... written...
tales of snakes with forked tongues... waiting in the grass to...
bite that ass... ignore their words... listen to their tales go... rattle...
prepare yourself for the... mystic’s battle... or forfeit the lives... of your young... who've been... bitten...
ooh! Say can you see!... star-spangled banners become...
symbols of societies... death and decay… forever hung... at... half mast...
what would our... Ancestors say... why do we... fast from... their food for thought...
slowly dying... because we.. keep on... dining... on F.D.A. approved fables...
so busy trying to keep up with the joneses... we don’t even read the... labels...
how come no one’s trying to see... what these... necro-nutritionists are...
bringing to the table?... no... bread and fish... which is my favorite dish...
they have us... tripping on the flesh of... mad cows... genetically modified fruits...
water from... acid rain... ask yourself... who’s fault... societies pain?...
all of these speeches on democracy... empty words... filled with hypocrisy...
and we in our silence promote... imperialistic kleptocracy...
as a result... in the creator’s plan... we have become the... foreign policy...
STOP THE CAMERAS! Scene 2; Act 3...
the buck stops here!
the bus stops... at bus stops... eyes... still sleepy watch...
clocks... on top of... skyscrapers that... fall short...
time is measured... seldom treasured... I’m late!... I’m late!... For a... very important date?... fuck finding my... destiny...
I just don’t want to... lose... my job... and THAT’S... the fact!
finding fate... is a pipe dream... up in smoke... comedians crack jokes...
while... coke... makes crack fiends... the choice of the... new generation...
thought seeds... continue to... seek penetration... through walls of... mental artifacts...
the walls between us... the walls between us... ALL must fall...
and yet still.. we... rush hours... into minutes... trying to make some... cents!...
but we won’t spend... a second... to be... still... and makes some sense of... this self...
before it’s... going... going...
the bus stops... at... bus stops... sleepy eyes watch...
our minds race...
run... run... run... while we... wait...
to be... going... going... gone... INSANE.
that’s what happens when... the intelligence of the Most High...
is sent to the... back of the bus... or the... human brain.

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crazy baldhead

2005-05-25T21:15:00.000-04:00

i’m that crazy bald-head… i’m that crazy bald-head… i’m that crazy bald-head… you can’t…

chase out of… town.

with my… shaved head… full of… twisted thoughts…

i lock dread… in the hearts and minds of the… living dead…

the ones called… mankind… those who… still buy into the myths of babylon…

even as it… burns to the ground…

while the babalawo sifts through the patterns of it’s ashes… to divine the…

next movement in sound…

your approach to each creative moment should be fresh… spirit open and in tune…

with the ONE… HU is… All…

as this… word is made flesh… and we separate the profane… from the profound…

tap into the energy of your… true spiral g!… raise your kundalini… from it’s root…

to it’s crown…

the secret to why they dread i and i is… locked! …

in a genetic code… that is... tightly wound… throughout this creation…

and must be unbound… through meditation… and creative visualization…

that is where the “essence” of the… “blackheart” man is found…

so i’m… slipping into darkness…

surely these are signs… for those with understanding.

yeah… i’m that crazy bald-head… i’m that crazy bald-head… i’m that crazy bald-head…who said.

what can a hairdo? if you can’t get to the root…

of the… prince… ras tafari… makkonen… his.imperial.majesty… haille selassie i…

spirit of god… within you…

Divine Nature A lock… DNA… twisted by grand design…

still… failing to see the signs… you twist your hair… and knot your mind…

leaving yourself in a mental bind where… thoughts spin counter-clockwise…

and although… conscious of divine consciousness…

you remain spiritually… blind…

born to be the light of the black sun… you forgot how to shine…

when out of tune with it’s true nature… even a nature that springs forth…

from eternity… can… run out of time…

while we… sit and whine about it’s waste… we are wasting our wind…

desperately holding on to our cleverly coifed egos…

we never get the opportunity to feel our spirits… intertwine…

so... come here my dear… i promise… i won’t mess up your hair.

see… i’m that crazy bald-head… i’m that crazy bald-head… i’m that crazy bald-head…you can’t… you can’t.

you cannot think that… how you appear…

can even begin to disguise… the wicked values to which you… still adhere…

under the surface of that... afrikan heritage you display…

buried deep there’s an unconscious fear that just… won’t go away…

that you cannot address… becuz you don’t know it’s there…

a mental block placed within you… because they dread!

the magic of your melanin…

the rich elemental hues… man… of the… muwaahh... sun-kissed skin your in…

the locus coeruleus… the black dot… the hidden doorway… to your inner head…

yet… so afraid to face… and unravel the mysteries of your inner darkness…

you place… nightlights around your bed…

please don’t feed… the animal side… of your nature…

nurture your vital… ital… spirit… instead…

the Ancestors have said... starve a devil… feed a god.

feel me? i’m that crazy bald-head… i’m that crazy bald-head… i’m that crazy bald-head… who said?

free minds… often lock their hair… but it takes more than locked hair to…

free your mind!

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poetry for... pro[fits]phets

2005-05-25T19:44:00.000-04:00

the... thief of sleep suggested i spend...
part of my nights in... meditation and prayer...
instead of... sleep... then...
during the day if i... make a wish i... might...
but through the power of will i... may...
dream... brand nu... bian realities that...
awaken me to my... soul's ascension a...
black sun rising... a... communicable... ease! of this...
babylon and... babble on and on tension...
shining light that... reflects in her eyes and...
my spirit waxes poetic my... heart wanes, my... mind...
wanders in vain so i... fly kites to...
rendevous with... motherships as... astral planes drop...
word bombs from... loose-lips... thought-seeking missiles...
seek to explain the unseen as they... penetrate the...
earthy crust of your... brain an... abstract rose that...
grows in between the... cracks of concrete thought patterns...
because whether it has been done once... or a million times...
all brainwashing leaves a... stain... like... rings around...
saturn or... links in a... mental chain... the last thing...
a poet should have on their minds... before they utter their...
first word is... whether or not their words will...
entertain... or their poetry becomes nothing more than a...
meal ticket for... simple and plain... processed food for...
lazy minds... having no... nutritive value you... mentally...
digest it an... hour later your... hungry a...gain...
that's why... every now and then i do... open mic fasts...
see... my spirit needs to be fed and... i am too hungry for...
empty words... so if... these words do not move you...
or... seem to go over your head... it makes no sense/cents...
to buy my... book or... cd... pay... attention! ...instead.
i am a... product of... poetry, poetry is not... a product of... me,
and neither one is... up for sale.

i saw an... advertisement... for blue pepsi...
wherein... spoken word... was being used commercially...
in a conscious mode of enemy analysis... whenever... I...
watch t.v...
my thoughts progressed, it... dawned upon me...
here... was another step in the pimping of the principles...
the beauty... and the truth of... poetry.

the art of the spoken word... is dangerously close...
to becoming the art of... selling words...
this is what happens... when you separate your art...
from your... spirituality... as far as this "I/eye" can see...
the only time you don't separate the church...
thou art... your spirit...
from the state of your being... is in your worship...
of the... almighty dollar...
as a poet... this trend I am seeing...it... makes me want to...
yell!

my poetry is not about profits... and currency...
my poetry is all about... prophets... and... prophecy...
a timeless river of wisdom... the currents of this... "All I See"...
flow through the words of... prophets... and... poets...
messengers of the... word made flesh...
through the creative breath... of...
thou art the... I Am... that... I Am...
shaping a poem... and... calling it... hu[womb]man...
so it stands to reason... the art of the spoken word...
should be... about... worship... giving thanks and praise...
to the One... Hu... has shaped me...
through the art of... word shape... through... word ships...
that... carry me... home.

i am an empty vessel... for the Most High...
empty... so that I may be filled with... passages... of time...
a... passenger... in a voyage towards humanity...
navigating... the seas of my mind... see?
my words carry me home... they... carry me away from... insanity...
from... insane practices...like... the art of spoken word...
being used to sell... blue pepsi... instead of...
tuning you in to your... destiny...
as you... chase that paper god you trust...
haven't you realized yet?
without that... breath... of spirit...given to us by our Creator...
we are ALL... just... dust...
my words carry me away from your ... diabolical dichotomy...
so... Madison Avenue... leave my... art of spoken word alone...
it is not for selling your... dolphin safe (but it's cool to kill) tuna...
to the... chickens of this sea...
or for selling... the colorful, yet corrosive concoction... you call... blue pepsi...
my poetry is not for... profits... or currency...
my poetry is for... prophets... and prophecy...
my words... must be shaped...
into vessels... that remind all of us... of our... inner divinity...
carrying me home... carrying you home... carrying... us... HOME!

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quite kwaito

2005-05-20T15:04:00.002-04:00

[photograph - Thandiswa Mazwai]

it is afrikan house music that touches her spirit… and moves her body…
it is her body that… speaks to me in ancient tongues…
without words… yet full of meaning… my muse…
she dances to the rhythm of the universe… she steps…
with a graceful equilibrium that transcends the polarities of creativity…
merging... darkness and light… bridging the gap caused by the separation of black and white…
she stands between two worlds.. and binds them with the strength of her spirit…
giving courage to the ones who still fear the freedom of… oneness.
she inspires me… putting words in my mouth… nourishing my poetic destiny…
sometimes white people are just people… were the words she said to me…
yeah! and sometimes black people are just… people too…
but what do these words mean… in a world where… so many people… have forgotten…
what it means to be human…
conditioned by clichés like… this is a dog eat dog world…
our humanity has taken a backseat… and the animal side of our nature has…
become driven by ego… instead of guided by spirit…
the forms of our flesh… blind us to our mutual origins…
and the formlessness… of our divine… unity.
hmmm! then she said to me…
you have been born before your time…
compelled by a force i could not… did not want to… resist…
i… gazed into her eyes… the color of the sky…
so they could transport me to my future… at the same time…
reminding me of my past... through her ancestral echoes…
the one most high… blesses those who sacrifice…
it is true… the meek shall inherit the earth… and the first shall be the last.
reminded… of my humanity… charged by my destiny…
SHE… has sent me… to remind you…
despite the illusions of difference… and the im-posed conditions of our society…
we… must… remain… human...
and allow each other... to just BE… ONE! ...people.

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imindmymusewhilemonkmakesmusic

2005-05-17T23:12:00.001-04:00

staring at her image with… 3 eyes…
i... trace the arch of her eyebrow...
to the... queen's chamber of a...
pyramid... before the...
worship of the moon... was...
eclipsed by the... sun of man.

as... brown eyes became...
black holes... absorbing the light...
of me... into the... night of... SHE...
once again... to experience… spirituality...
before... the advent of... religion...
and... man-made dogma.

hidden passages… were revealed…
doorways to new dimensions…
with stars … serving as… peepholes…
so we could… watch a UnIverse unfold…
expanding… reaching…
towards each… other?

two bodies?
in denial of…
all physical laws we…
swim… in the… nile of… cosmic waves…
occupying the same space and…
time… our love’s ocean…
is… drawn up… by the…
sun and… moon…
then… succumbs to the… gravity of this…
moment in… mind… collapsing…

upon the surface of each other’s… atmosphere…
where…
planets are… penetrated to their core…
slipping into darkness…
seeds of a… new awareness…
take root… nourished… by the… Mother.

this is a... love letter…
a… thelonius monk... love in... "C" major...
"straight up... no chaser"...
an… overture… a…
musical movement towards love…
a... smile...
tossed in the air…
by hands...
clasped in mudras...
it... sprouts wings...
and rises until...
it becomes… another...
sun… who...
stands before HER...
follows... after...
rises and falls…
casting no shadows...
choreographing spanda-ballets...
pulsating-movements...
accompanied by…
the music of...
her laughter...
even in her silence...
she speaks volumes...
if u listen…
yeah!...
even in her silence…
i hear… syncopated rhythms…
so i… dance…
to the beat of... a... different drum.

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the sleeping butterfly

2005-05-17T21:55:00.001-04:00

the sleeping butterfly dreamed… that it was a man…
the sleeping man… dreamed he was a poet…
the sleeping poet… inspired by his ancestors in matters of spirit…
consciously dreamed a… new world into view…
awake and asleep… merged into one state of awareness… where…
she! Reigned supreme… sovereign ruler of the…
heavens… and his heart…
see… life is a cycle of 360 degrees…
when the circle of dreams was complete…
the butterfly awoke to realize… it was just a man…
dreaming about his love for a woman.
now… fully aware and… mindful of her…
I cannot… tell you my name…
were you to ask me what it is… I would have to reply with hers…
I have become so overwhelmed with the spirit of… her being her…
I have… ceased… being… me…
for so long I have… dreamed of…
losing myself in the presence of another…
suddenly… she has become my… only reality…
I would think that I had gone insane… were it not for the fact…
that the spirits of my ancestors…
had previously prepared me… for her arrival…
thus allowing me to… lose my mind…
while… maintaining my sanity…
my soul’s desire… is to be in… close proximity to… her…
so I can… feel her… Afrikan energy…
I am a poet… in search of words…
striving to explain… how I lost myself…
yet discovered a… new identity…
now with vivacity I must… write and… recite…
a thousand and one poems…
just like this one… because whenever...
I am in her presence… I lose… me…
and my… ability to speak…
unless my words are... some… spiritually guided poetry… like…
I want to sit with her in Elizabeth park… amidst the roses…
and write poems about how… she! is the… mother of all flowers…
I want to… complete her throughout eternity…
I want to be the 360 seconds… in every… one of her hours…
I long to raise her Kundalini… her… seven afrikan powers…
my heart aches to be the sun of… her full moon…
I want to be her Sango and… she my Osun…
I her Ausar and… she my Auset…
every one of you... must understand…
this woman’s energy is so sensuous…
it is she!… who makes the oceans wet…
she can make a… fire sweat…
so much… that it douses it’s… own flame…
and these are just a few… of the reasons why…
if you ask me who I am…
I must tell you… her name… her presence…
circumscribes Olusanya…
until two energies... one masculine… one feminine…
vibe... merge and become… one and the… same…
do I sound intense? Well… you would too…
if you experienced an afrikan queen’s vibration so…
deep within your being it… annihilates you…
then… builds a palace of love upon your ruins…
surely you would give thanks to the…
architect of this new universe…
isn’t it obvious… that’s all I am doing…
now do you understand? Now… do you see?
I am completely lost within her quintessence…
so I have absolutely no problem… if you happen to call me…
by her name… because I… am also… she…
tapped in… and loving… the… “feminine” … side of me.

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she walks... i trip

2005-05-17T11:00:00.001-04:00

watching…
the rhythm of this woman’s… stride…
it… carries me away… her… smooth glide…
the gentle sway of… her hips…
they… take me on trips… that... transcend time…
so far beyond space… i must… literally go… “out”…
of my mind… just to find a place… to“begin”
(if need be i will… “beg” to get… “in”)… her grace…
to become more … aware of her… temporarily speechless… i… stare at her.
make no mistake… this is not a… lust thing…
it is a trust… that she can bring… us… to the...
pinnacles…of this... penta-sensational creation…
she is my… mother nature… nurturing... nations and civilizations…
within her womb… were it necessary… i would raze whole forests…
just to make room… for her…
rhythmic passages through… time… in every strand of her locks…
i see... interlocked… thousands of ancestral souls… that have been rocked…
by the massive and… inhumane crimes… of…
humanoid individuals possessed by... animalistic minds… i must protect her…
as if she were an... endangered species…
leaving… no stones unturned… i must make sure that...
every time she turns around and... looks at me… she sees…
her safety… and a love… for all… lifetimes…
because I am sure i have… loved her before…
yet… not here… but on some… faraway shore… somewhere…
so i… travel.. astrally… to review our love’s... mystery…
as it was written long ago… a…long the banks… of the nile…
in hieroglyphics on the walls of pyramids…
where i find a picture of an ancient… kamitic queen/mother with... her smile…
her eyes… her lips… her cheeks… her breasts… her thighs… her hips…
yes! this… quintessential queen… walks into view… and...
i’m the one who… trips…into yesterdays and tomorrows…
caught in a web of dreams… i realize…
one who does not seize… the moment… only borrows… time…
and time… and time… passes… again… i want to approach her…
say, “greetings my love… it’s… so good to see you again… but… then…
what if she doesn’t remember i am her once and… future king?…
what if she doesn’t remember a single thing…
about the many lives that we shared…as husband and wife?
what if her memories are only of this…
present… life, …or incarnation?… what if she cannot recall…
how our union was the… perfect embodiment…
the living… personification…of divine ecstasy…
before… during… and after… creation?
what if i whisper… tenderly…
“peace my queen” …only to suffer emotional devastation…
because she doesn’t… remember me?
see… she walks… and i trip…
from the gentle sway of her hips…over the moment…
so… time… passes me… bye!

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i want to... thank u

2005-05-16T15:08:00.002-04:00

i want to say... no... i... need to say...
thank you... to her...
for this... “peace”... of poetry.
immaculately conceived by her... spirit of femininity...
given birth to... by... me.
as she... innocently asked a question.
how do you write your poems?
one moment of thought was all it took.
just as the sun at dawn... lights the horizon...
i... looked... in her eyes and...
the light i saw within them... burned her image into my brain...
and these words upon my soul.
the spirit of creativity... that... universal experience of love...
took... total control.
see... i never claim to write... poetry.
i hold the pen... while the author of all creation...
dictates... to me... then,
i begin to write things like... when... ever i see her sweet... baby... smile...
i get such a rush of energy...
that if... love were a marathon... i would run an... extra mile...
and still set the record time.
i write... because i am inspired... by the beautiful creation...
that is... this... woman... if i don’t put these thoughts on paper...
they will... overwhelm my mind.
so... writing these poems... is the least i can do...
to say... “thank you.... mother... lover... sista... wife...
thank you for the inner... and outer beauty...
i’m constantly seeing... in this life...
the totality of her being.
she... speaks to me in words... unspoken...
saying... “the Most High has made a queen”.
i am no expert in language... but i am sure that’s what...
her... name means.
at least as it has been defined in the mansions of... my mind.
i see in her the... finest... the... rarest... jewel...
that a man seeking love’s treasure... can find. my sista... so fine...
every experience i have with a woman is a... potential poem.
i must give thanks and praise to her.. at this time...
for introducing me to these words of inspiration...
letting me... get to... know them...
i must thank her because... every time i see the... rich... smooth...
color of her skin... I’m reminded of... honey... and... cinnamon...
the delicious flavors of desire... she generates within my flesh...
i’m not... trying to be... fresh... but...
i can’t help wondering if hers... tastes as... sweet... and spicy... as it appears...
pardon me! my... thoughts... wander...
easily distracted by her... i ponder... the possibilities...
of... loving she... still... i must be careful...
i do not squander the... opportunity... before this moment... disappears...
to say... “thank you”... for this... “peace”... of poetry...
see... loving you... is easy cuz your beautiful!

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deep space nine

2005-05-16T13:20:00.001-04:00

Hardware [Milestone Comics]

stranded... stranded on the toilet bowl...
what do u do... when u have no role?
no role... to wipe that... shit stain... off your brain...
cuz the thoughts u digest... maintain...
the... waste products of...
feeding upon...the lifeless... remains...
of a... dead... society.
i have come to... flush your... mind...
like a... high... colonic.
i cleanse the tracts of your... brain...
with... radiant... mental waves...
speaking... in the first... per... sonic...
vibration. word sound is power...
causing... peristaltic movement...
in the bowels of your... intellect...
purifying the... state of your mind... and...
elevating your spiritual station.
creating... ritual in the minds of everyone.
partners in crime... in this...
un-stickup... of your... state of... stuck-up...
too many... swollen egos with...
seriously impacted... mental constipation.

So... in.. keeping... our mind... focused...
on the universal mind... that gave birth to...
the heavens and... earth at the same time...
and every moment.
I could never allow... 3 minutes to be a barrier...
to an infinite rhyme.
my word is my bond... inspired... by the divine.
earthbound... poets... RISE! like the sun...
resurrect your orientation... to the ONE!
giver of vibration... movement... and measure.
unveil the... hidden... treasure...
that desires... to be known.
real-I’s... see the prize... is in the creation...
If thou art... as... I am...
find your... metaphoric balls...
and... SEIZE! your poetic throne.
this is my demonstration.
I call it my...deep space nine...
shining light on the... inner darkness of your mind.
the... word made... flesh... sound with substance.
it’s a given... words create... they matter...
everything else is a... waste of breath.
u... want to fire people up but your... gas less.
I... don’t come pretty but I’m...
beautiful nonetheless... poem.

in deep... space...
nine... planets... revolve... around the sun...
we remain conditioned by... One... the earth.
yet we continue... to ignore her...… UnI...versal... signs...
one example... of her... ample...
why?... If the planet is covered ¾’s by water...
do we watch our... earth mothers...
and nature’s daughter...
expose the... depths of their oceans...
where only... penetrating rays should shine...
to superficial "others"... without a deep thought...
or even a... faint notion... in their... lust-filled minds...
then absurdly... we react... with surprise...
when her hidden wealth... is prematurely unveiled...
to the desires of those... naked eyes...
one should first learn to read... and understand...
the book of... mother nature...
all of... her hidden treasures... will be revealed... in due time.

speaking of... that measure...
it has certainly... been my... pleasure...
to share your energy... and... fertilize your mind...
with… some family jewels.
but as I said... towards the start...
slam rules?... give a... 3 minute limit?... to the infinity of Thou Art?
it’s a good thing it only takes... one moment...
for inspired words to... touch your heart,
so by now... I should be... ALL!... up in it.

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in her... eyes

2005-05-16T12:01:00.001-04:00

i have a couple more anti-slam pieces to share, but first... let me take a moment to look into her eyes. there's poetry in the eyes of everyone... especially a beautiful woman who is open to the spirit of the god'us within her.

[photograph courtesy of Denise Harris]

she...
didn't believe me when i told her...
i saw a poem in her eyes...
that upon the opening of their two... lids...
i see a... sun and a... moon rise...
or... how her lovely eye... lashes are...
long... soft... gossamer ties that...
bind my... soul and mind to her... "being"...
causing hold and cold... flashes.
flashes of... love's light... temporarily freeing...
thousands of... lovelorn butterflies...
from emotional cocoons.
moved by the presence of her... spirit..
she is one who gives measure... to my... soul swoons.
she blinks... my stomach flutters...
i feel my heart... quiver.
her eyes open my... body temperature rises...
they close.. my soul shivers.
are u surprised by this?
by the simple fact that...
with each blink of her eyes...
my souls feels as if it has been... kissed...
by the... ONE MOST HIGH.
still... it is... not within my nature to lie...
i must admit... i am somewhat confused.
how does a woman... i barely... know...
become my muse?
am i just... greedy... for inspiration...
or is this the sign of a...
soul that is... needy...
searching in... desperation for it's... completion?
in the heavens of my... heart...
is she truly my... sun and moon...
or am i just reaching?
reaching for a star that... is beyond my... grasp...
waiting for this woman to... breathe out...
so that i... may breathe in... still...
short of breath... every time i see her i... gasp!
see my... spirit needs resuscitation.
some yin... to become the foundation for my...
yangs dimensional formation.
the eyes... are truly the... windows of the soul...
hers remind me that... without someone to... share it with...
my life... even though complete in itself...
just doesn't seem... whole.
so i'm... looking thru her windows...
the lights are on... i wonder... is there anyone home?
if i knock... will the door to her heart...
open for me?
when she hears these... soulful words of... poetry...
will she see... that the... poetic spirit never lies?
i knew the... moment i saw her...
i would write this poem.
it was composed in that moment...
when i... lost my... composure...
staring in... her eyes.

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slambos... as opposed to... buddhalicious

2005-05-14T23:25:00.000-04:00

during the summer of 2001 i went to seattle washington with three poets from connecticut to participate in the national poetry slams. overall it was a beautiful experience, but i realized that... like jazz and hip hop... spoken word is in grave danger of a "corporate takeover". see there's a fine line between performance art and... step'an fetch'it... between... informing the masses and... entertaining the massa's. i began my... slam rebellion, started writing anti-slam poetry... ha ha ha. this was my first, it was written in seattle on the day before we left to come home.

from connecticut to seattle i have traveled… asking myself…
did i have to journey from the east… to the west…
just to return to the home i had.. never left…
to my sacred garden of once forgotten dreams… where...
the illusions forms are scattered… like... wind blown dust…
and reality… is... xactly! what? …it seems!
where the words of poets reflect their creator’s spirit…
where the divine voice of silence speaks so LOUD…
u don’t nEED! and u don’t need ears to hear it!
blessed to see truth & nourish it’s seeds with words…
falling from my mouth like heaven’s rain… I have traveled…
to map poetic pathways… so u may navigate the wrinkles of your brain…
and u have the audacity… to want me to entertain?
if poetry is entertainment 4 u… u will say i… slam…
however my reality is that poetry… is my word & bond…
so i say islam and represent… “i am that i am… i am”.
[peace & blessings to Osagyefo]…
it’s useless but u… continue to try… to… limit my hustle…
my wop… my pop & lock… into a bullshit two-step…
so your earthbound ass can rock? i… think… therefore i am… not…
one of those slambos… or slamhoes…
doing silly-ass poems about orange clovers and pinky toes…
u think your words are blowing minds… but your just... blowing your nose…
like people want to share your poetic boogers…
poetry is food for thought… it should nourish your soul…
it should touch u… move u… make u become… whole…
make u a hole… empty u… bury u alive… slay your ego…
fill u with spirit… resurrect u… show u what it means to… thrive…
how u must go back… to get… ahead… poetry is a divine movement…
our elders fought for this… some of them are dead… but they all say…
“speak” speak about the spirit that gave birth to this universe…
speak about the sun, moon and stars… shit! put it in a verse, say...
“the sun the moon and stars don’t seem as far...
as they did yesterday”
speak to our Ancestral souls… sing to our Ascended spirit…
we’ll come to hear it… yeah!… cuz “real” poetry transcends the barriers of space and time… “real” poetry provides reason… even when there’s no rhyme…
real poetry makes people think! …until they “realize” ONE mind…
no longer mentally blind… get it? real poetry… is for real eyes
to realize… the reality… of oneness… in your mind…
giving sight to the… mentally blind... see me?
i see u! the “reality” is we are one… the “illusion” is we are two…
“real” poetry... cannot be given a number…
it is beyond the beyond… before the before…
after the after… and moor… how do u reduce that to a score?
u don’t have a clue… huh! cuz u can’t… but i’ll tell u what u can… do…
on a scale of 0-30 give this poem a –32… the 3 is for your understanding…
the 2 is for my wisdoms water… the minus means i’m under your skin…
we’re at 32 below… and I have…. frozen u… at ONE!

that’s… PositiveEnergyAlwaysControllingEnvironments…
and this is a “real” poem…

THINK ABOUT IT!

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