the nazi
the ustashe
and the stasi
are all parts
of a global cia
loyal
to no one
except a western,
racist
capitalist union
why does this government
attempt to fatten Russia
and starve Cuba?
this government of the
USA (United Socialists of Apartheid)
does not promote the memory
of Joseph Beuys
or Petra Kelly,
who were advocates
of a true democracy
this government
does not promote honesty,
because righteousness, truth, and peace
are obstacles to making money
and expanding subtle systems of slavery
not enough has been said
about Mickey Leland
or Ron Brown
or which planes stay up
or which planes go down
or why we
do not protect citizens
such as Rachel Corrie
or Lori Berenson
amerrykkka has buried its common sense
with Thomas Paine
amerrykkka has buried it conscience
with Malcolm X and Martin Luther King
amerrykkka has buried its imagination
with John Lennon and Rod Serling
welcome to a new land
of the advanced, transplanted,
mindsucking heathen
but over righteousness
this demon shall never win
no matter how many planets
they manage to infect
September 17th, 2007
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behind
a door
with
FBI
marked on
the knob
a fascist world
turns
on an
axis of hypocrisy
liars
murderers
ill eagles
crashing
into themselves
black and white
heathens
they
killed him
no so-called “american”
can be forgiven
for not speaking
of him
a genius, intelligent, strong
beautiful and best of brethren
divine fighter for freedom
at 21
has long joined
the Eternal Ones
(© 1995-2012 Jahhannibal Abba-Ra. All rights reserved.)
September 6th, 2007
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“110 Death Records Found for Eric James in US”
-from google search on internets
eric james is dead
i killed him before
you had a chance to
he died happy
he died writing himself
into existence poetically
as the shitstem constantly
tried to write him
out of existence
he died singing the
Rasta Man Chant
with Bob Marley
he died ringing out
Mt. Zion Bells
with Wingless Angels
he died in the warmth
of Sun Ra
he died smiling
with Miles Davis
he died revolutionizing
with LeRoi Jones
he died, as neo-Babylonians
Frankensteined Amerrykkka
he died moving on up
with Curtis Mayfield
he died with the
Creator’s Master Plan
channeled by Leon Thomas
he died with the imagination
of John Lennon
he died in the supreme love
of John Coltrane
he died after finally reading
“Immediatism,”
essays by Hakim Bey
he died feeling the kosmic rhythms
of Tony Williams
he died with the dignity
of Thelonious Sphere Monk,
straight, no chaser
he died in the Electric Sky Church
of Jimi Hendrix
he died trying to keep
Mumia Abu-Jamal alive
he died rejecting the lies
of his everyday working class environment
he died not worrying about
the nuclear myocardial perfusion studies
he died a Spirit –
an atavistic Soul-Being
never having lost his nexus
to AEthiopia and Kemet
and to the aboriginal human ancestors
of the Earth
he died with the laid-back, one-drop coolness
of Augustus Pablo
he died for the people,
committing revolutionary suicide
with Huey P. Newton
he died with the art-vision manifestations
of Jean-Michel Basquiat
he died knowing his fate
and his date with the state
like Ken Saro-Wiwa
he died having his music arrested
like Fela Anikulapo Kuti
he died understanding/overstanding
the characteristics of lying, shape-shifting, invader-racists
and amerrykkkan-anti-New World two-faced
hypocrite comrade assimilated fascists
he died without concern
for the compassion of heathen barbarians
he died an underground poet,
a literary Harriet Tubman,
belligerent like Tupac Shakur
he died knowing
the full spectrum of niggerness –
from black to white,
from white to black,
from back to front,
from front to back
and all angles and colors
between
he died pondering the questions
of The Celestial Answer
as evoked in the Spirit-flow
of William Hooker and Lee Renaldo
he died having learned
lessons of the mind
through the bass lines
of Jaco Pastorius
he died, swayed by the aura
of Charles Mingus
he died without want
of the locked and loaded world
of words,
weapons,
warlords,
waywardness,
warehousing,
whores,
or wages of sin
he died within the allness
of the willing and the weak
and the two tongues
of broken speak
he died in the allness
of new worlds and schemes,
and nightmares, and daydreams
he died in the allness
of cults and commodities,
madness and morality,
partiality and totality,
and ever amorphous realities
he died in the allness
of fascism and freedom,
generosity and greedom
he died on tour with Rod Serling
through the Twilight Zone
he died in the allness
of progress and regress
among the best of the worst
and the best of the best
he died telling the truth
and running with George Seldes
he died an ultimate anarchist –
a conforming non-conformist,
linear and non-linear
kosmic traveler,
abstrakt drummer,
loyal to everyone and no one
for the benefit of absolute Oneness
lover of everything Soulful and harmonious
in the ever expansive universe
devout agent of allness
a trooper for truth and rights
transcendent of all tribes
a traitor to no thing
trading only ideas
and musical vibrations,
betraying no being
he died, a target of
economic censorship
triumphant in his discipline
to be happy and survive
having found a love
to keep him alive
he died intoxicated
by the moment of living
he died celebrating life,
dying only to live
he lived teaching that trees
are the hair of the Earth
he lived, ever discovering providence
he lived as mineral,
plant,
and mammal,
a recycled satellite
of the Creator
he lived for life,
died through death of flesh,
ever the student of what is eternally suspect,
honoring the everlasting mysteries
with never ending respect,
humble always to that which only angels can protect,
as all are in perpetual flux
with the Natural laws of opposites
he lived, a gnostic,
knowing his place,
embraced
by
infinite space,
black like him
(c7867 Kushite/2001-2007)
September 2nd, 2007
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The Radical Artists Movement presents Sean-Toure and Legion Lost live in concert! Join R.A.M. for an evening of arts and activism, hiphop and roots rock!
With a special appearance by Kim Snowden of the Coalition against the BGE Rate Hikes to update the community on the Coalition’s fight to pass legislation reducing BGE rates to pre-rate hike levels. R.A.M. will also take a moment to commemorate the life and times of Marcus Garvey, leader of the United Negro Improvement Association and the creator of the Back to Africa movement.
General Admission: $6
Location: 2640 Saint Paul Street, Baltimore, MD
(R.A.M. is premiering its monthly series, R.A.M. Presents! Subsequent R.A.M. Presents! will be the third Thursday of every month)
August 10th, 2007
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it is raining blood
“forty” daze
and for the kkknights
blood and gore
horror
terror
murder
it is raining blood
human implosions
eons
of hatred and ignorance
our minds
tortured and damaged
all blessings
have been buried
cry Baraka
cry Baraka
it is raining blood
all priestly kingdoms
lost
empires fatten
from the greater cost
the meek have all become thoughtless heathens
all ungrateful gangs, governments, churches, and tribes
ruin and run the earth barren
run the earth barren
run the earth barren
careless Aethiopians
ill-conceived children
from misperceived visions
they
run the earth
barren
barren
cheap, phony gangstaz
deadly imitation pranksterz
products of their masters
massacre their precious peers
broken and wasted mirrors
re-twist
the twisted perceptions
to find natural equilibrium and balance
through traumatic and chaotic directions
must be dread
inna dese times
hold da line
of da clear and kind
must be dread
inna dese times
hold da line
for da upright and righteous mind
hold da line
for da lovingkind
for da lovingkind
hold da line
must be dread
inna dis time
chek da undead
who control da livin
in deed and song
killin and stealin
for da trinkets of Babylon
chek dem
chek damn
it is raining blood
it is raining blood
all ovah da world
come
mek we build a ship
come
build we
let us mek a ship
voyage, aweh
into the void
a star trek
traverse
to anotha planet
lead da Spirits of the Air
bless da godly gifts
come
mek we build a ship
mek we build a ship
cry Amiri
cry Baraka
cry
cry
cry
August 7th, 2007
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