“Get ready for the new age
get ready for the new rage
get ready for America’s new day
get ready and get out of the way”
(The New Adventure)
-Jerry Harrison
from the lp “The Red and the Black”
navigating
Nature and reason
is the greatest challenge
to the human
and to any
higher mind
-the cosmic design-
the studying
of behavior systems
the quest
through wisdom
listen to the silence,
it is telling you
how the emptiness
should be heard –
how the void
wants
to be felt and seen –
this is the
other side
of a
timedream
unwritten censor-laws
and censored wars
at home and abroad
welcome the new fascists
and self-appointed gods
i write poetry
my characters
are not make-believe
my characters
are the real monsters
whom i live with every day
who force me
into their morbid, sick reality
this is a Hit-World
of killers
and the governments of this world
only train people
to become better killers –
a Hurt-World
where socialists for peace
and freedom
are shunned
and racists who worship the sword
and the gun
are welcomed –
do you know
what is to come?
do you know
what is to come?
over and ovah
the praxis, the pain
all solvents and solutions
transform us into the same
in God’s name
in Jesus’ blood stains
x-energy conversion
claim your sacred space
build your force-field
reclaim your freedom to feel
reclaim your mind
you are your first-hand link
to the Supreme and Divine
purify your self-grace
own your higher place
discover
your portal to the infinite
empower, enforce
your liberty, your choice
no mediators, no preachers
no parasites, no meat-marketeers
submit
to your own meditations
submit your organic mass
to the One Creation
pray, cry
to the One Earth
to the One Sky
purify
your place to live
your place to die
purify
pray, cry
do not allow
wickedness to enter
travel through the infinite Cosmos
as One Spiritual Center
format your Laser-Soul
from your Earth-Body
become Mothership/Fathership
nurture your absolute truth solidly
from the myriad realities
become
Soul-Being
Light-Being
Sol-Being
Love
your endless Black Space
Love
your eternal Black face
all of us
were born of Blackness
let not mortal misery and jealousy
misguide or confuse thee
revere the miraculous wonder
in the sacred blessing of color
consciousness
is spectrum/crystal
ever question
the superficial spectacle
bury the exploiter
step over the fallen angel
who has brandished evil
free the prism
destroy the prison
become Music –
medium of all elements
eternal chord
Ra-cord
connecting Suns
connecting Sols
connecting Souls
sound out
your place of dreams
your point of departure
you are
you, Ra
November 28th, 2007
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circle of cliques
charming concrete farm
sacred plantation
master of image and race-ology
protectorate of the capital
of the western pose,
harboring the real position
of nation/hood
president street station
civil disguise of barbarism
set the stage
for Antietam
springboard
to Gettysburg
backdrop
of Homicde
hanging
from a Wire
dead bodies dead bodies dead bodies
doped bodies downpressd bodies demented bodies
deceived bodies dumbdowned bodies declassified bodies
dividend bodies divide/end bodies and emerging viruses
trapped
between old money
and new thieves, heartless and power-hungry
tool of racist conservatives
the great human puppet theater
backstabbing bastion of the human family
buries the story of slavery
threw away the key to the cell of Marshall Eddie Conway
true face of the western world
true colors beyond things seen
a change
is gonna come
November 28th, 2007
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“you can shine your shoes and wear a suit
you can comb your hair and look quite cute
you can hide your face behind a smile
one thing you can’t hide
is when you’re crippled inside”
- John Lennon
here
you will find
no techno-gimmicks
to entrap your mind
you get the word
straight-up
as channeled
from the divine
let us begin
to share a root
boiled
in the essence of truth
to reach out and heal
with a simple hand
to save our Spirits
to save our lands
November 28th, 2007
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(1)
1983 . . . Notes to a Merman
the instrument
was an appendage
of his body
of his soul
and he lives
tomorrow
and the wails and moans
of an unearthly gender
still render
many people helpless
to the swirling sounds
of the outer bounds
he went into the ocean
but he did not drown
/he lives\
there are those of us who
may or may not have seen
1983
but Atlantis is waiting
drifting under the sea
bold as love, a new rising Sun
a message of love up from the skies of manic depression
a nightbird flying over the machine gun
a cry of love, a band of gypsys
a rainbow bridge
connecting souls –
FREEDOM
the machine has done its work once again
as our minds are left dazed by the screaming wind
while sand castles melt and fall into dimensions unknown
we can say that we have learned,
but we have not grown
the music follows the medium of the universe –
confusing, but not contumacious –
it flows turbulent, but not tempestuous
into hearts that are gracious
to be reborn
and disseminate
and be born again
the instrument
was an appendage
p.s.
i remember the inner-fold
and the muddy bowl
i was sixteen
and saw the LIFE magazine:
October 3, 1969 Vol. 67 No. 14
first published in Amerrykkkan Mau Mau-1990
c-e.m.james/Jahhannibal Abba-Ra
(2)
Voodoo Child
i saw u thru the amplified soundz
tearing down mountains with the edge of your hand
i envisioned a prophecy thru yur vibrant strings
that most mortals could not comprehend
i did not smoke weed or mount King Heroin’s steed
and yet a machine-gun tore my body all to pieces
i traveled thru sand castles and moonbeams
i drifted on seas of old heartbreaks
i lived yur electric dreams
just a message from a voodoo child –
a requiem of old forgotten songs and faded memories
an escape from social oblivion –
a poem from a passenger
this is the last song i’ll sing fer u
tho u will always remain in my heart
i know the changes the people put u thru
and i guess that is why u had to depart
but God loves yur sound
and loves u the way u are
and as i see yur soul heavenbound
i hear the voodoo strings of yur loud guitar . . .
take me away,
Voodoo Chile
November 6th, 2007
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“I pick up my ax
and fight like a farmer now . . .”
- Jimi Hendrix
sorry
but look at our history
the misery
of the human family –
the guides and the wise
who you could not feel
the many
you have killed
nailed
to crosses
brains blown out
always
counting losses
so if i believe
that a word
is an immeasurable gift
capable of healing
and casting magic –
if such an abstract thing
can provide flight
giving a mystical lift
then let me be
free
from this fabricated realty
and become aura
and become light
oh, i
try to love
every day
i ever search
for the perfect medicine
to take the sadness away
oh, i
try to love
every day
i must get the poison out
and allow the pain
to fade
i must i must
get the poison out
get the poison out
and allow the pain
to fade
it seems
the more
you learn
the more
you burn
but heat
rises
up
November 1st, 2007
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