Postioning

no more interruptions
tonight. man wit compadre
out spectating;

no intent

&offspring at a sleepover.
we need to talk
you and I

alert,
prepare selves for what’s
coming.

all came together
same as dna; a stroll home
from Sterling Place.

energy exuded
pulsating pores
kinetically flow-in

arresting activating
faith, pulling invisible into seen.
fruition into spoken.

fall leaves danced dizzied
amidst plastic bags and newspaper shrapnel.
the crown gets littery

hate it!
flexing gluts
maximus muscle

Fyre’s cracking
cement beneath.
continual rhythm

of stride. faces
voices rise disappear
in sequence 4,6,8, 10

who d’s people?
why they here?
what bout me?


listening to physical
explain it’s condition
inner hungered for

solitude. away from
craziness offended
to the point of.

along the path

saw a pyt
bow-legged danger
prophetically seen

in time to come.
a many hearts will be broken
feel sorry for em

hearts that will pine over
he gon love er’
she gon hurt em.

format of life
mapped out in time
and danger in crimson polish

wind blow around
pit-pat announcing
entrance. night’s

sky overcast calm
indigo hung
above. moon hidden

yet bright. sounding
like a familiar soul
known and admired

“don’t leave me this way.”
words sewn into the universe
“don’t.” gotta be a better day

arising beyond the horizon
of sunrays and gifts.
home is approaching close

reality surrounds in
it’s busyness hustle
demand of nonsense

encased in half-naked
tight slouchiness. gotta get
out of this place.

no more interruptions.
no more.

supernova star

"I 'unequivocally'

looooooooooooooooove this pic!

It was created and taken just for MY merriment."

..feel like that sometimes. But, it's all right.

the valley is but for a time.

besides, you get a chance to "think."

conversations and overheard

these words are true/actual encounters, thus I asked myself...
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are some Black folk
self-loathers?

Listen..

"I can't
stand the hair that
grows from my own head!"
"It's NaPpy!"

rejection.


"am I avoiding who I am
just because I don't like my hair?
listen, I like my hair long and straight!, so I buy it!" and what?!

unhappy.

"I'm not ready for No natural!"
besides, my job won't let me!

do other races have to
alter there hair to
get the job?

compromising.

"all that kinky hair ain't
cute. leave that to the slaves! haha!"

severing roots.

"listen, I like to wear

my hair the way I "f''n" want,
if I go bald behind it

then I'll glue the tracks to my scalp
as long as my hair is long and strrrrraight!!!"

"NOT NAPPY! " she looks at me.

I say to myself, "your hair you say? hmm..
it's buried and dead twice."

"..and like.. what's with the skin bleaching?"

untitled

if love has no bounds
nor does hate. the explicit knife of it's
cut is to much to bare

naked amongst wheat infested
fields, golden. tears choke
out abundance&good in exchange for

mocking&weaving
discord amongst the righteous
flawed by realization

no man is perfect,
if thought then delusional.
tainted id. unego'd.

balancing act of ball on nose of seal
showboated for remnants
rather than archaic truth

ruined by triviality
consisting of "don't matters, sex sells,
loose your soul

come back a lily
by that school in Waco, Texas.
if love has no bounds nor does hate.

Remember...

“ Don’t

Surrender
Your loneliness so quickly.
Let it cut more
Deep
Let it ferment and season you
As few human
Or even divine ingredients can.
Something missing in my heart tonight
Has made my eyes so soft,
My voice so
Tender
My need of God
Absolutely
Clear.

Hafiz

Artist

An insert from The World of Poetry, Rockowitz and Kaplan

*29 Protest*

Many people picture the poet as an "ivory tower" far removed from the everyday problems of life, with nothing more to concern him with than making words rhyme. Nothing could be further from the truth. Many poet's have been in the forefront of man's struggle for a better life. Several have given their lives for the causes in which they've believed. Percy Bysshe Shelley, who had a highly developed social conscience, wrote that "poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world." Indeed, poems such as "The Man with Hoe" have helped bring about reforms that resulted in the poems becoming dated and rarely read!

..Poets serve as the conscious of mankind, and while they may offer few solutions, they spur us to take positive action, to make ourselves worthy of our condition as men.

Food for thought.

culture/hues/fam.

wonderland

digging. flipping

over exploring

root of perceptions

physics dictates

unearthing; literal

altered state

consciousness required.

quanative, qualitative

considered. weighed

is the physical&physics

embracing contemplating

mind over matter

search for the good

of man.

civilized soul

reflecting image..

look up.

“thank you Father for another day” first words.

morning finds me aware/awoke
hopped out of bed
bathroom ritual

brushed.
showered.
107.5

dry off
moisturize
talk to him.

tapping.

dress. head to
room facing
westpink&yellow

environment. unscrew
green bulb
for a bright one.

looks so peaceful
when asleep.
cute.

(tapped her bum)

“Zi, Zi, Zi..Morning!
time to get up and at em!”
peeks&stretches.

want all the best
for. nothing less,
being reason for existence.

dressed in light denim
uniformed shirt,
grey hoodie

chocolate
brown coat, glasses
Converse, turqouise scarf.

got to Amp at7:10or:12
early enough.
since :25 after is late.

“I love you.” we kiss. she is growing up. discovering.

moons out thus I
anticipate what
will flow

onto paper mache.
wanna do somthin
never been/sure destined.

triviality of society
capitalism overassissination
cept’s if one is of the sect

then you struggle over
disorganized mental
into functional progressive

toward the unseen. (sigh)
“that visual I saw GOTS to be real!
ain’t no way it ain’t! just ain’t no WAY!”

bamboozled? into pondering
“greater purpose lies in aging
wine!?”

I gotta put me on!

heck, I’ll do me&Giovanni
drive. me&gustav’s inklings.
me&Cleopatra’s queendom.

christpassion. treeresilience.
airsneccesity.windspower
wisdomboldness. serpentcleverly

shut up! shut up!
you must know yo’ enemy
doings of the shadow

otherwise, you dozing off
and this ain’t for you but for you.

wise as…but gentle as.

Made toast/strawberry smuckers
honey vanilla chamomile

cause I got’s to chill!
“I know me.” that’s the issue and
that is the solution

to I. radio mute. on,
mute now off. need to listen.
talk, but listen

to certain things.
say off things.
mad like that

figuring the root
of all is the destination
enroute anyway

funny, really.

the end is near.
tea lukewarm
toast gone

sirens spin
spacey along pass
noisy black smog

puffin’ buses.
(folk who do not shower
after coming from

outside, NASTY! gon put that
out into the universe!)
water is more

than just for drinking. (thanks David.)
“reality just knocked. I gotta
go!"

behind shades

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sashaying down
cement run way
in thought

“what the fck
I’ma do?” brotha holding up the corner:
“hey sis, how you doing?”

“I’m good brotha!”
inside I’m congested&
frustrated

hips swaying
in Fall’s leaves
sporadic sun play. brotha approaches:

“yo, sis I like that
stroll.” “Thank you”
twists in the wind

behind. thoughts
bubbling brook&over
spilling on mines boots

splashing about ankles.
can anybody hear
emitting energy waves

of creative culture?
“go back to your past
go back to your ancestors” sister weave down her back! what?! ain’t yours!


why yall got all
that fake ass shit in yo
head? for the record black folk represent this external!

self-loathers/anti culture/ wanna be Europeans
of similar hue represent one another.
“I am Africa on 5thaveblack”

say’s my compandre.

hippie Bohemian chic on Nostrand
describes her manner. A
full fledge fashionita. group of girls ahead:

and dem scarves?!
conjuring cotton tobacco field
mind sets!

I‘m telling you
slavery is a spirit
alive&kicking 21st

century style.

Sankofa anyone?
go back black!

knotty

I want the real
to represent me;
after I of course.

ain’t nobody in
hollywood
representing! not a dam soul; ALLsouled out!

not a soul in the
music industry;
commercial anyway

all fruitful vibes
underground/
vibrating frequencies

kinetic kicking
surpassing mediocre&
derogating waves

attempting to clone.

I say, I want the real
to represent;
after I first.

no diluting
booty shaking
trippin cuz

your face made up.
beauty is fleeing. wipe it off!
inner beauty, internal.

give substance! sew seeds
of life. “youpimp,” teaching
these vulnerable offspring ass claps

so sick of
the monotony. your ass! put it away already!
artist rise&save

us from the trivial. lust of the flesh. “whose world is this?”

then there was light

meeting one's own

inner life center

digging/unearthing/discovery

of formal introduction

consciously woke

unaided success story

prophetically speakin'.

all actions

duly noted

as clarification is beautiful

thing

but telling&confrontational

as to correct. living reality

of self. internal/external

proper since,

cipher rolling.

journey illumianted

by signs&wonders.

symbolic of self,

it's intentions-one's path.

maturation submerges

same as baptism water

arise anew.