“Woe to the downpressor,
they eat the bread of sorrow”
- Bob Marley and the Wailers
most do not acknowledge
our internal war –
a continual domestic dehumanization
racism, class and collusion
to keep the rich – rich
and the poor – poor
black and white slaves of politics and wage
from the womb to the grave
as the debts of this system,
the primordial debtor,
are perpetually ignored
this system
is unconcerned with healing
trapped in a sick, psychotic mindset
believing
that it has an unnatural birth rite/right
for killing
and stealing
it does not matter
the endless hurt
and pain it causes and imposes
upon others –
upon those who fight back
against its evil
its oppression
its spiteful supremacist direction –
this world it seeks to smother
thank you, Assata
for loving us
when no one else does
thank you, Assata, for your love
when we, ourselves,
are so lost in woes
a million dollars
upon your head
does not save these hungry ghosts
in this reality version of The Dawn of the Dead
a million dollars
upon your head
does not hide the truth –
does not bury our history
of the repression and misery
we experience daily
on this planet
of ignorant, global racists
who ever fail to evolve
or overstand
or expand
as true spiritualists
or true universalists
thank you, Assata,
for your love
and we will all go down
to lift you above
September 15th, 2010
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JahHannibal |
Activism, Class, Community, Race |
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“heathen valley, heathen valley, I stayed upon the top
and I watch them drop
them no know reality, them no know humanity,
them only talk reality and them no manifest no works . . .”
-Delroy Williams
the Earth
as beast
is no easy place
it is why i seek
amorphous space
and endless grace
read it
upon my face
floating
floating
i sing
of Saturn’s rings
of eternal things
in the face of evil
i am always
smiling
never knowing how
to go forward
because their hearts
are always backward
two-faced heathens
shape-shifting cowards
we know them
through their actions
dividing, killing and conquering
depression after depression
never understanding
endless, cosmic expansion
September 6th, 2010
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JahHannibal |
Activism, Commentary, Community, Spiritography |
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“there it was, without a face,
and it touched me.”
-Pablo Neruda (Poetry)
who listens when the winds speak –
when the waters cry
all bodies
of friction
and creation
have voices
we
as beings of thought-forms
of the feeling foundation
of extension and expression
must attempt
interpretation
existence triumphs over time
over timelessness
who cares how
matter/anti-matter feels –
everything matters
our minds
are cosmic clocks
hands telling time
fingers pointing
to the stars
mediums
shaman
building arks
liaisons
between the Sun and Space
making things
from nothingness
building machines
from the collective emptiness
light
is our instruction
to structure
our sight
insight
tree, roots
branches
leaves
seedlings
writers of the Soul
recorders of the Spirit
are we
never stop thinking
of how capable we are
at being capable
of building
our dreams
at being the antennae
of the universe
at being the guardians
of planetary harmony
blessed with gifts
to bend elements
to blend dimensions
to extend
beyond the body
to transcend
ascend
descend
beyond the ordinary
let us pour out
the syrup of omni-sensitivity
from our bodies
from our trees
from our inner-ness
of infinities
September 1st, 2010
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JahHannibal |
Art, Poetry, Spiritography, Uncarved Blog |
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