ArtPolitik

feel to see, field to sea

“My music is so divine
It can make you
Feel a little better now”
-Third World

my music
cannot be
restrained
cannot be
contained
amorphous
and unframed
it is the wind
and the rain
rhythmik molecules
building oxygen
filling
the atmosphere
strengthening
the air
feeding our hair
my music
is everywhere

Pt.2
cluster funk brek dun
par lament git up Ra Sun
good foot godfather
respect queen Soulmother
rush hour remove
gone thru
to da otha side
comin atcha
u can’t tek it
wolf steppen on
da monster
mergin
of arkestraz
travellin
thru space
planet to planet
can u
lively up
yurself?
grinnin
at his gun
fingerz starta
shakin
hot buttered
curtis
caught da trane
freedom
straight ahead
fer miles

Pt.3
ghost dancin
dance to live
dance of the ancestors
dance of love
for those who
love the least
will die the most
and those who die the most
let the demons be their host
ghosts
ghosts
ghost dancin
ain’t no
trickle dung thing
Spiritualized awakening
consciousness praising
reverence to everything
dance
forget yur worries
forget yur troubles
forget yur sickness
claim yur joy
that nothing can destroy
chant
dance
to the New World
true
dance to
da i-nited state
run dung barbarians of freedom
run dem dumb
run dem dung
those who love the least
will die the most
those who love the least
will die the most
let the demons
be their hosts
ghost
ghost
ghost dancin

Pt.4
when it hits
you will know it
like Santana’s tone
Coltrane’s phone
Miles’ squeak
Tony Williams’ cymbal sweep
Buddy Miles’ foot
Jimi Hendrix’s left hook
the chordal moans of delta blues
Sun Ra’s cosmic views
Bob Marley’s Shaman/Spirit-spell
Leon Thomas’s Soul-yodel/yell
like Bad Brains as Babylon fell
when it hits
you can tell

January 1st, 2009 Posted by jahhannibal | Art, Music, Spiritography | no comments

having disgrace

“creation yearns to re-create a time
when we were able to recognize a crime.”
-James Baldwin

we sold our ancestors
and prime property
for the emptiness and dysfunctionality
of families

wounds of love
scars of slavery
capitalistic sickness
ephemerality

but this has taught me
greater sensitivity
and a transcendental reality
of the Tao that cannot be told
neo-dimensions and discoveries
never young or old
connectedness to the Earth
guiding me through the Cosmos
that by any other means
i would not have been able to behold

extract what you need
allow wisdom’s Spirit to lead
let go, let go of the entropy
let go, let go, of that
which rots and bleeds

[For my ex-hometown of Havre de Grace, Maryland]

January 1st, 2009 Posted by jahhannibal | Community, Spiritography | no comments