“. . . the world is heavier than they know.
They do not know. They fight knowledge with abstraction
and think they cool because they talk to they self. They are
full of shit like vultures “pecking” on an open grave . . .”
-Amiri Baraka (Against Bourgeois Art)
“You may wish to have me burned , or decide to stone me. But in your hand match or stone will lose their power to harm me.”
-Simin Behbahani
when a nation
cannot share its poets
and is threatened
by a poet in motion -
then it is no longer a nation,
it is but a weak tyranny
teetering on the edge of chaos
chiseling their citizens into children of stone
shaking and in fear that it may lose control
of the flim-flam game of governing
hiding its reflection behind the fascist mirror
bankruptcy, greed, and bullying
always follows the legacy of militaristic barbarians
we have seen it right here with the amerrykkkan sham
in how it has treated Amiri Baraka
so we are not fooled by other cheap tribes
fight on, mystic-warrior-artists of the new dimensions
the world is shifting with the changes of your visions
the Spirit of the Eternal Cosmos stands behind our souls
The Ancients will ever protect the aura of the enlightened
only the wicked are intimidated by the peaceful strength
of the wise and intelligent of the Most High
March 17th, 2010
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“Sun Ra left the planet
traveling in a pyramid
made of metal keys.”
-Jayne Cortez (States of Motion)
“It’s after
the end of the world,
don’t you know that yet?”
-Sun Ra
power
all desire
collapsing
folding in
upon itself
the clique
of movements
the managers
of people-motion
playing with words
playing with lives
games of the power struggle
the high
and the low
profit
from what exists
in the middle
from Cyclic Anarchy - copyright 1988 eric james/JahHannibal Abba-Ra
Published by Apathy Press Baltimore 1989
March 1st, 2010
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ruling factions
seek to control
classification
society loses its connection
with the truth of creativity
and Creation
time becomes a leash
people become shifts
and synthesized subjects
of a syndicated schedule
i am penalized
for lateness
i am pushed
kicked
and forced into a mold
that does not match my form
i am then called
“irresponsible”
for the insensitivity
of a non-feeling bureaucracy
who practice planet-murder
dictating a harmony
contrary to Nature
those who attach themselves
to the greater amount of material
are more susceptible
to greater sicknesses
whosoever inherits the thirst
for consumption and annihilation
inherits the strain
of the empire disease
-from Cyclic Anarchy
copyright 1988 eric james/JahHannibal Abba-Ra
published by Apathy Press Baltimore 1989
January 21st, 2010
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“And from the base and crest of the myth
You can see like from an all revealing eye
The comparison symbol-blueprints of the truth . . . .”
-Sun Ra
credit-parasites
and credit-fascists
$tealing our info for profit
another form of identity theft
dealing in the dark
without our input
deserve to go down
and run out of town
in this faux-nation
that murders its people
because of an economic formulation
health care and welfare
based on a model of eating people
weakening human beings
to feed a vampire machine
charity
estabished upon tribal supremacy
is no remedy
for any sick society -
divides and destroys
a progressive family of humanity
some will say anything
and sell everything, including their souls
to keep us in fear
attempting to control our world
some will say anything
to enforce the lies they spin
to make you bow to their conditioning
until nothing is worthy of believing
ZOMBIES, UNFEELING
ZOMBIES, UNFEELING
some will say anything
as ethnic genocide involves nothing cleansing
thieves are thieves no matter what they are $tealing
morons never change: wars, weapons, and weeping
some will say anything
hating, redlining, redbaiting
hypocrites of religion and two-facing
perpetually pocketed in stereotyping
some will say anything
some will say anything
some will ever
say anything
to keep feeding
the VAMPIRE MACHINE
May 2nd, 2009
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“Sometimes it Snows in April”
- Oz Noy
tiny pieces
of clouds slowly
descending
dancing
with gravity
melancholik contrast
of seasons
beautifully spreading
a crystal
carpet of white
accenting
everything reaching up
stretching forth
from the Earth
sounds and
tones
falling
from the sky
brings one
to song
inside
it is always warm
inside
it is always
warm
April 2nd, 2009
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