I am neither distracted by wealth nor diverted by poverty; having sampled the
former and gorged on the latter. My mind’s eye, through not perfect twenty
over twenty, is far from dim; having matured beyond seeing only the shadows
of silhouttes and refelection of truths, now strong enought to glare at the SUN
Himself thgout squinted lids. These are the memoirs [or MEMS] of my journey
from [Plato’s] cave. These are my Rips of Rhapsody!
From the moment the poet clears his throat-
Then opens his mouth to release the first note.
Like a member of a cipher, Rastafari- Jah, taking
his first tote- Just speak.
Be it impov, impromptu or something you wrote.
From the bellowing of a 3rd Grade recital’s
To the Presidential Inaugural speech, weeks after
Speak whether the crowd snaps, claps or barks-
you go boy...Speak...
Our Soul’s Sole Purpose
...The Creator, we will call Him “King.” The water in the glass is, in essence, our “spirit” and the glass, our “soul.” Each unrighteous thing we do robs our contents of a sip, depleting the soul of its spirit. In contrast, every righteous act adds a half a sip. Thus we never really get away with anything we do; be it good or evil, no good deed goes unpunished. Every glass is not the same size and the quantity of each sip, lost or gained, varies...
Cities in the Clouds
...Subsequently, since the first Americans uttered
aloud what is most certainly cosmic truth (that being the equality of men) it remained necessary to import a labor force of being believed to be “less than men.” Hence the plot to dehumanize the African; to liberate him from his humanity and simplify his existence to a life of peonage. And at every turn the morality of the people cried out on behalf of the African, declaring his humanity alongside him. And each time, the “necessity” would return to denounce it; be it in the form of slavery, segregation or disenfranchisement...
LIfe is all four dimensions of space and time
measured at and between two points;
It is the before and after and the after, after that.
Life is< Father Time tipping out Mother Nature
with his mistress Karma-
Who’s a real bitch, but at least she’s honest.
Life - the process by which friends become
enemies, enemies [become] friends,
huddled together singing “Cum By Yah” on
rooftops in the eye of a storm
Only to rebuild bigger stronger walls to divide
them: (We some hateful folks y’all”)...
The Legend of the Hurricane
...As the breeze-like kiss travels across the Atlantic
the souls of her children,
Those tossed from the slave ships into the sea,
Those who ended in the bellies of sharks,
Those who still haunt the ocean floor,
Their souls begin to cry out to mum Afrika’s kiss.
“Please send word to our mother; please tell her of our fate!’ They wail...
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