ArtPolitik

Chance/Dance of Discourse

countenance

“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 Posted by jahhannibal | Activism, Commentary, Community, Spiritography | no comments

pour-it-tree

“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 Posted by jahhannibal | Art, Poetry, Spiritography, Uncarved Blog | no comments

Namir Noor-Eldeen

to murder
the eyes of truth
does not
kill the truth

to offend the honor
of humanity
does not lessen
the love of many
or the power
of harmony

no government of killers
represent me

no tribe of murderers
represent me

no superficial deceivers
represent me

no demon-seeds of diabolical deeds
represent me

no heartless hypocrite of freedom
is fighting for my vision

i curse any murderer of innocents

i conjure badness upon any demon

karma will catch the spirits of the wicked

may a million foul acts befall all evildoers

may the stench of misfortune follow the wicked and their families forever

their sarcastic laughter will one day choke them to death

the haunting day of monsters is soon coming

holy is the name that reveals the humble soul

sacred is the dirt, our Earth, our sphere, our spaceship

sacred is every life, every plant, every tree, every grain of sand

sacred is the air, the water, every element, the infinite aether

sacred is every sound, every silent moment of every conscious state

repel every racist/fascist idiot

repel every oppressive maggot

repel the bastard genocidal destroyers of planets

July 1st, 2010 Posted by jahhannibal | Activism, Community, Spiritography | no comments

Dirge for Don Rice

“oh what a tribulation
a brother against a brother for a piece of bread …”
-Jah Bull

may a thousand djembes
celebrate your name
let the city of dead bodies
be purged as the rhythms ring

always upfull in i-sight
ever offering encouragement to the art
acknowledging the music as our life-blood
recorder of the Druid Hill living heart

the ancestors will welcome you now
and deliver thee from this pit
rise up, Rasta, rise up
ascend from this filth and shit

June 22nd, 2010 Posted by jahhannibal | Commentary, Community, Music, Spiritography | no comments

otha worlds

“I’m not afraid of love
or its consequence of light.”
- Joy Harjo

i fear
no other worlds
because
the only monsters
i have known
exist on this world

monsters: murderous and relentless
monsters: warring and careless
monsters: ruinous, rapists
monsters: torturous, duplicitous
monsters: kidnapping, body snatching
monsters: any face in any Earthly place
monsters: of all colors and cultures
monsters: greedy and incompetent
monsters: judgmental and ignorant
monsters: hideous and incompassionate
monsters: always inharmonious

how many of us
consider ourselves survivors
of this poisoned, polluted,
unholy place?
how many
of us
consider ourselves
righteous?
how many
of us
who remain
are conscious?

we all
are a damaged
people,
and maybe
the damage
is irreparable

who are these beings
once human
who have degraded,
de-evolved, zombified
infected into
lower orders of life
maintaining a human form?

killing humanity
killing the honey bee
killing the planetary family -
monsters

the only monsters
i have known
are all
of this Earthly realm

i hold to the vision
of Eden
i seek to evolve
and be higher than human
but this cannot happen
with blood on my hands
it cannot happen
with blood on my hands

i hold to the vision
of Eden

“Once the religious, the hunted and weary
Chasing the promise of freedom and hope
Came to this country to build a new vision
Far from the reaches of kingdom and pope”
-John Kay/Jerry Edmonton

June 1st, 2010 Posted by jahhannibal | Commentary, Community, Race, Spiritography | no comments