it is the beginning of the world
no order
the forces of Cain
have trampled us over
the noise of the busy air
builds flesh from wind
the gardens of prophecy
have grown no harvest
it is the begging of the world
no honor
tortured ghosts of empty souls
scream in torment of lost spirit
faithless traitors in karmic limbo
the parasitic cultures are deserving
of the sellout stench being the only aroma
graves of blood and hatred are their living chambers
it is the being of the world
no horror
can compare to the reality
of existence that cannot go in
outward forces of well-cultivated pain
nurtured demons suckle dead breasts
slaves of the fuck-lords await auditions
grinning toilets chasing shit-masters
it is the breathing of the world
no borders
hypocrites / robber barons / and insurance sales-people
they have a party but they have no true alliance to the earth
their arts and farts are all synchronized
they see the same face in their different perfect mirrors
android clones all claiming to be unique
tooth spur gears in the machine of treachery
it is the bullying of the world
no surrender
cannon fodder expendable and zombified
melanistic assholes dumbfounded to atavistic signals
cowards ignorant to the Ra-all truth of the Ra-version
kingdoms atop corpses are paranoid in the shadow
oracle-murderers fat from ancient slaughter
Afrika/Angkor/Aztek are ready for their true saviors
it is the beckoning of the world
no ministers
christianity-sanity returns to the hands of the people
each are anointed in the joy of Spiritual/Spear-ritual freedom
the Ra-legions are again united
the beasts-manifest are allowed to live their illusions, the ill you shun
the liar and the evil empire merge smiling
global market devils of exploitation finalize a racist internation
it is the besieging of the world
no terror
will ever be as frightening
as the passage through this earth-hell plane
among mad misfits who cannot envision happiness-discipline
too busy in their cold calculations of greed and control
carnivorous factions of desire who cannot evolve beyond their inner-death
they roam the world in search of new flesh to oppress
it is the breaking of the world
none endure
declassified negroid mutants humble themselves into oblivion
gutless adult babies chemo-fry their hair and bleach their god-given faces
imitating vermin who lynch and enslave them
broken Afrikanz blind to the Ark of Creation
they deserve the kiss of death for the betrayal of hue-manity
they are the dead who are too fearful to overstand the prayers of life
it is the binding of the world
nota bene
intelligent sensitivity is the all-absorbing factor
it emits truth and can travel to any Solar System
it speaks the language of Ra and can live under any Sun
it spreads rhythm and harmony from planet to planet
its flesh may be murdered and consumed, but its Spirit is eternal
in the belly of beasts it becomes eventual nemesis and victor
it is the believing of the world
no massacre
can annihilate an enlightened people
prostration nor prison can dim great vision
ethnic condemnation nor sarcasm can deter great wisdom
theft nor plagiarism can twist or deny infinite and absolute rhythm
the era of hue-manity has risen
laws and lies will be cleansed
it is the brightening of the world
no umbra
can suffocate the mind-link of mystikcommunication
nigger-ghosts become free through the proselytism and exorcism
prayers erase this two-faced place of grimness and disgrace
prayers erase the cons of sewers who gain as they annihilate
prayers erase the weak/wicked fiends who must hide behind class and race
prayers erase all illusions and manipulations which attempt to predestine spiritual faith and fate
it is the blanketing of the world
we no longer care about the policies of oppressors
their history teachers or their funeral directors
their murdering of the planet or their weapons inspectors
love and light and life
will ever rise
and transcend
all skies
sic itur ad astra
(Originally published through Apathy Press Baltimore 1989 /
Ra-vised an Ra-published for ArtPolitik 2007)
-eric james/JahHannibal Abba-Ra
All Rites Ra-Served/All Rights Reserved
can’t u see
we are Hue-mend
all Hue-mend
we blend hues
we mend hues
we transcend hues
can’t u see
niggaz, rednexts
turning back history
distorting all texts
can’t us see
the ruin of white supremacy
converting all reality into misery
oh, can’t u see
the ruins of Rome
“niggers and the whities
blacks and the crackers
police and their backers
they’re all political actors” -Curtis Mayfield
fuck the fascist state
and all who participate
we all leave by death’s gate
sooner or later
we all transform to grasp another fate
tired of being nice
my Soul on melting ice
the fascist/capitalist class wrecks the country
blames it on the poor
as neo-con-artist barbarians
are dragging us back into the Cold War
and you, the privileged asses
let them take you for all they can take you for
planet-whores
the swine
with bling/pearls
who bleed
the world
killed the electric car
and selfishly claim
distant stars
are all demon/idiots
by far
(hardy ha ha ha)
i work this shit
every day
go home and sleep
with little play
and little pay
and sometimes
in this great rush
it all demands
an even greater flush
“and you cry to the God
who leaves you there
to the branch and the bird
and the empty air” -Rickie Lee Jones
Lift thouselves up, oh, ye
I-dren, and be not consumed
by the fabrications of the wicked,
nor be ye fooled
by the false gods
of reality - JahHannibal
they beat you down
when they think you are poor
until you cannot
give any more
they stand on your hands
hollow out your core
steal into your Spirit
pimp your body as a whore
their gods ascribe your labor
their demons amass your dollars
your Soul becomes shipwrecked
lies beached on an empty shore
follow what men believe
and your sky will become lonely
the Earth, angry,
cries and bleeds
from scars and wounds received
through perpetual war
serving the reality
of a master-slave mentality
diminishes flesh
undermines stability
corrupts reason
poisons the perception of security
converts all joy
into curses and commodities
the starless and bible black
collapses the festering sore
karma redeems the crucified
reveals the greater wisdom of funk lore
the container is contained
within an infinite enclosure
which has no beginning nor end
the cell within the cell within
cannot comprehend
the divine, omni-magnificent warden
who hears the voices from the void –
songs of the angelic choir?
who ever chooses uprightness over downpressedness,
attending the work of the universal chore?
On 19 January 2007, R.A.M. (Radical Artist Movement) along with Legion Lost participated in a benefit performance @ 2640 for Red Emmas in honor of Dr. King. This is one of the pieces I performed. Additional videos here.
Historical amnesia always favors oppressors
Ignorance is most powerful
when wearing the uniform
of intelligent organization
The truth of self-realization
is Spiritual Balance
for eternal generations
No brute can tear into you
And no tyranny can bury you
The discipline of the doer
is the knowledge of work
and the art of exertion and order
Slavery is blasphemy
to the human condition
And is the construct of evildoers
and the bullies of industry -
Earth desecrated by vampire empires
People are given no time
to know themselves,
regurgitating indoctrination -
clones of the perfected circuitry
and vulnerable prey to the horrific structures
and constrictions of the ever transient Mob Kingdoms
who magically mask their muck and slime
behind
mounds of manufactured illusions of cleanliness
Only your heart and your art
can offer true liberation and freedom
It is time for fire-music
It is time for the language of rebellion
and creative revolution
to lift the righteous forces
from the spell of the diabolical ruling classes
Refusing to mirror the madness of your rulers
is to first appear to be outside of your sanity
But this is the first real spiritual appeal
to the Creator’s gateway, establishing
a true, divine solidarity -
at one with your Soul’s ascendency, infinitely
in sanity
What may be good for barbarians
is not good for me
What may be good for Christ-killers
is not good for me,
therefore
i separate myself from the sickness of the planet
i separate myself from the sickness in the community
i separate myself from the sickness of many ideologies
i separate myself from the sickness of the nation-state
i separate myself from the sickness of production, wear,
rust, and distrust
i separate myself
i separate myself
i separate myself
i separate myself
from the Psychotic Republic