buried deep
in the pain of it
is your life
and mine
that we must face
to be free
i never did
hear your poem
but now
it does not matter
i can feel it
words are not needed
our bond is gone
you are you
and i am
what i am
you never truly
respected my gifts
always you have
rejected my gifts
Creation’s opposite Spirits
and now
you are on your own
healed, or sick
to work with what has grown
you have earned
your wings
to fly
or to be buried
in the Earth
the cherokee
in me
speaks silence
dust
beneath
god-oppressor carpets
better than being
a black nigger/nigga
a black
better than being
almost alive
any heathen
is better than being
a buried people
i can absorb the sickness
of psychotic human beasts
west to east
i can carry the flesh
of my human family
i have the back
of my ancestors
the ancestors
have my back,
brothers and sisters
i can carry you
without the scars
of madness
of sadness
my engine
continues to run
i am out of the orbit
beyond the reservation/
death camp/prison
oven/representation-plantation
i can carry you,
brothers and sisters
in my godly psyche
i have assimilated your blood,
O, family
all the pain and strain
does not bother me
you are no scar
under Ra -
our God-Star
so beautiful
is the blackness
of the light
my engine
continues to run
ghost dance
fire horses charging
across the last Earth frontier
Black Elk
writing tear trails
arrows singing
bullet songs
Malcolm X Crazy Horse
exposing Freudian slips
sound sound on sound
the medicine drum
spirit-machine
i am i am engine
it is all here
the entire spectrum
inside this blackness
inside, there is bliss
it is done,
brothers and sisters
the burden
carried to the end
everything human
in the New World
within a New World citizen
i am i am
i am engine
her eyes
teach me
the duty
of the precursor
the piercing clarity
of truth
the responsibility
of knowing enough
to set the precedent
of balance
how wonderful
being kept in check
for uprightness
learning the joy
of dancing
to the harmony
of lineage
reflecting the image
of ancestors
as she shares
the lessons
that can only
be given back
by the young
from the Ankh
to the cross
at an ever
increasing cost
evolving and maturing beings
are forever discovering
anything destroyed
is never truly lost
celebrate every rising
to a new day
celebrate all life
that is brought forth
love is a survival-ship -
a star vessel
sacred and eternal
miraculous and special
ever praise
that which manifests
within emptiness
ever see
the holiness
in our connectedness
“Mortals have not yet come into ownership of their own nature.”
- Martin Heidegger
my little girl has got a mountain to climb my little girl has got a mountain to climb higher than the Kilimanjaro higher than the Himalayans i did not mean to pass this mountain to her i tried to chop that mountain down but now that mountain is her pain and her burden she tries to assure me that she is strong enough to make this climb on her own she tries to assure me that she is tough enough to scale any slope i love i love my little girl i know she is courageous i know she is mighty in her own way i pray i pray she will make it i pray she will triumph and find victory i pray for her glory i surrender all of my tools and wisdom to her i submit all of my earthly powers to her my world is in her
you were as calculated
as the snow that fell
outside
and the full moon
glowing
through the night
into 1984
without George Orwell
singing stronger
than i ever believed you would
a strong birth song
a strong
birth song
strong
like Miles Davis blowin
or Don Cherry playin
or John Coltrane stretchin
strong wisdom
Maiysha Malinye Naima
i and i dawtah
i and i
beautiful dawtah
blood from i blood
flesh from i flesh
within the mysteriousness
of NatureCreation
and i Jah
has made
i and i dawtah
of Ra-star-far-eye