hole.

Subtle blows

penetrating the

the most immune of souls

trying core of resistance&stance.

Tempteous of thoughts

gather intent on effect&cause

the most immune of souls

attempts of leading away and to

mirage.?

Ahem..

"We are not a family!"

what gave you that idea?

"The extent of this ship;

remained docked.

Clarity is a beautiful thing.

over&under Insecurity

Looking at you.
Take a life
for..
bleed over it til peace.

Sanctity of
belonging to One,
theOne.

Impossible for her
to see what
is before eyes besides
what's displayed. Blind and hungry and without morals,
decorative specimens wit' smiles of dickery bout nuthin
but mouth blows..

but theOne knows earth energy life sincere.
The deep inner rind of the handsome and compulsive.
There will always be a separation of folk mindset "wise."
Neurotic recognizes itself wrapped

or laced. hibited uninhibited. Mystery is no shadow
rather light to be discovered by
hands of worth destiny forgiveness love&moreforgiveness
tapped out dry. Revived by hemp residue bottom cistern.
Linked by gravity and Gabriel, the Angel

sword playing in the unseen. Making love in that bed
of whispering whimpering seeking power
over theOne who fancies above all. Complete.
Lacking eraser of memories summons cope&heal
why waste energy in it's flow of perpetual good

pumping from the heart of a solider, theOne.

SouledOut!

working root

Love ain't but a limp away
from driving somebody off the cliff
this morning! "Wait, hold on!"

Voices raised while he
stands in puddles of tears
trying to digest the

expressions on mamma's face,
balled up fist of dad's voice
loud&defiant.

Same folk that took to him to
Chucky Cheese with wide warm
smiles are fighting

arguing like hate. "Mommy, daddy please
don't fight! Don't you love
each other?"

As simple as that, there is a pause.
Chaos exits the air by pure
innocence and hurt.

Both parents stop to look down at
the soul that has erupted into
sadness and confusion.

"Oh, baby, we are so sorry." Mommy soothes
feeling the pang of guilt and selfishness.
"We are sorry son," dad co-signs

realizing one day he'll
grow up to be a man loving a woman.
The residue of this day

was bitter on his lips as he prayed within a whisper,
“How could I be so stupid?" "I am the first example!” "forgive me."
this moment would be converted to work for his good, he faith.

This was his mistake. He is king
of the household. Both parents bow and embrace
him, once again three of a knit

rope family. "We just get so mad

sometimes that we forget, baby." Mom acknowledged.
Dad looks over at his wife of "through thick and thin" then
nods and say's, "I am sorry, my love."

"Me too." Mom apologizes.

"Love is there!" eyes to see energy to wave, it is there, clouded by
the distractions of life. Part of the journey

as testament of the weak&strong. Soon there
are three puddles pouring with laughs
and sighs. "We are a family and from now

on we will work things out as a family!"
the little one chimes, "we will talk to one
another and not hurt!"

"Here, here!" Dad agrees. "You got it!" Mom snaps.



Family..family is a dying breed. So much is placed before
it til' it's hidden and despised frowned upon,
but family is the foundation of any nation. The stability
and strength that derives from such a concept is pinnacle.

"To family!" May it be revived in the spirit of restore and build!

you know that I need YOU

vibin: (Blu spins in the backdrop)

_for Self Id ego superego shadow..

"I amNOT crazy!"
daily read consist of,
"the doable"
when their is a doable before you;
one is en-couraged all the more; invisible
made visible..simply things to COME!
It can be DONE!
"I amNOT crazy!
visuals Cineplex/Ajna
now spoken into the realm
universe flowing puslating
from solar plexus. arms outstretched to side
(bumbum, bumbum) sacral/Hara brave as if a rope pulling forward
Soul snuggled.
It’s luminous SPEC-tac-ULAR chiseled specifically.
along this physical slim waist&even tummy
adorned an outy reason the push/pull.
"I amNOT crazy!"

read up Black Genius, Walter Mosley. inspired, "it's Doable”


The storm is rising against the privileged minority
of the earth from which there is no shelter isolation or armament.
The storm will not abate until a just distribution of the fruits of the earth
enables men everywhere to live in dignity and human decency.
The American Negro may be the vanguard of a prolonged struggle that may change the
shape of the world, as millions of deprived shake and transform
the earth in their quest for life, liberty and justice. “fist up!”

Martin Luther King


..cipher rolling!

_____________________________________
Blu speaks:

..yeah, patience painted with the blood of the ancients
before we were forced on the slave ships
to build a nation/ this soul was plated in gold
claiming the throne/ 500 years and still ain’t been home
still I ain’t been home/ I found my lineage in a song/ long
play/ listening to memories all day/blown/ asked a brother
how could he sell his soul/ he said easy what you hone
you don’t own(really) the knowledge you speak has been told
(loops) life keeps repeating these notes/ I see major/ somebody said,
they need paper to eat (but) a man shouldn’t eat off bread
alone/ I’m heading home/ sooner or later the creator will call
and I ain’t bout to be playin the wall (nah) facing my wrongs
God speed as I pace to the law/ wondering if I should say grace
or be making Selah. Somebody say I got an old soul I’m just trying to figure out
my role before the doors close.

me too Blu..

Blu, RapLyrical Connoisseur, song, I’m an Old Soul




(if life keeps asking you the same question, you ain't learning the lesson.)

for ME!

...hold on. Be Strong...!

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Music.

Vibin to: Jill Scott Volume I.

Funny, Jill Scott has been a fan of mines since "You Got Me" intro with the roots, "Getting In My Way" sold me! Her voice is strong poetic&full. A poet, she lives her life transparent still private enough to see into without overindulging/invading. Besides, a soul as such can't keep life's goings on to Self. Need to heal, from through with despite It All,



write it & make it plain, so to speak.


But this here..this is Myra's poem/song.


Jill Scott Love Rain (head nod Remix)
feat. Mos Def

[Mos Def]
There was this daddy long leg spider
who spun his lyrics between the trees
and she was the fly girl who didn't see the web..
and this is the story

[Jill and Mos]
Love(love rain)rain(a rain down)down
(Said what you say i say
love)love(love rain)rain
(A rain down)down(I said what
you say I say love)love
(a love rain)rain(a rain
down)down(I say what you say)
(Brand new and live from Jill Scott)
(making the ghetto feel hot
and say what you say)
(let'em know)

[Jill]

Met him on a Thursday sunny
afternoon cumulus clouds
84 degrees he was brown
Said he wanted to talk about my mission
listen to my past lives...Word!
Took me on long walks to places
where butterflies rest
easy, talked about Moses and Mumia
reparations, blue colors and
memories of the shell
tops
Aww yeah yeah he was fresh!
Like summer peaches sweet on my mind like block
parties
and penny candy oh oh

Chorus

[Jill]
The rain was falling slowly and sweetly
and stinging my eyes and I could not see that
he became my voodoo priest and I his faithful
concubine
Oh oh oh oh (Mos chanting in African dialect)
Wide open wide the mistake was made
(Don't front, you know I got you open)
love slipped from my lips, dripped down my chin
and landed in his lap and us became brand new
and the sky was blue

Chorus

[Mos]
[ Find more Lyrics on
It was half past dusk, you
were rocking black musk
when your chariot stop low I
made the clock wind slow
Grabbed my hips, curled a kiss across my lips
Like a whisper (damn)
Blue Train title track playing on the system
listen "la da di da da"
It's John C you hum the melody
in pitch and on key
You was my quiet storm water sign
pushed me to the borderline
love that rumbled all the time
kept my senses on the grind,
sweeter than some foreign
wine
"The original raw"
branded sweet like a cinnamon straw
you was my hardest distraction
my bombest distraction, my deepest inspiration
my heat, my frustration
but you diff from before you
wasn't rifting before
"I want that old thing back"
baby gimme some more
When clouds huddle in the sky
and tears well in your eye just...

[Jill and Mos]
(Hold on to the moment love)
yes, you broke me but I'm healing
(even now that it's over love)
(remember how it was over love, how deep we was
overcome)Mending myself, love concealing
(just remember the moment love, Don't
get vexed and blow me up)
the pain(just hold on to the
moment love)love rain
(Remember how we was so in love?) love rain
(Remember how we was overcome?) love rain

Repeat Jill Scott's verse

[Mos]
Just hold on to the moment love
I'ma do what I got to do
at night I still get hot for you
with this? that I got for you
just remember the moment love
Remember how we was over love
Shouldn't that just be enough
Shouldn't that just be enough

[Jill]
Yes, you broke me down

[Mos]
You got to rock with that
You got to rock with that
Jill Scott non stop with that
said you got to rock with that
make your shoulders neck back rock with that
said you got to rock with that
get up and do the diddly bop with that
said you got to rock with that
let it get up in your
shoulders and bop with that
said you got to rock with that
get up in your necks and bounce with that

ha ha Jill Scott and Mos Def Sssss.....

How real are these gathering of words? Thanks Jill&Mos

tid bit(sub&cons)

“oh my gosh, I..!”

Think about it
when awoken by
“another opportunity”, (sigh)
dressing, cooking
walking sleeping, talking quiet,.. I

“what’s going down next?” Anticipate!” (why?)

Always desired to be one
wit it, struggled art of war
wit it. didn’t quite
digest the struggle of it (though).

Walls of Jericho divided
til the 7th march
then it fell, marching on once inhabitants.
no longer abiding by ANY man’s creed
other than own (say).

Murder evident since tis’ war time.
assassinations of the procrastination
persuasion. breaking out like
crazy. horriblized by hyper-pig,.. (lIve)

Meditate on healing factors of it.
make passion compandre
eloping on impulse&instincts above it .
attraction so strong affecting
surroundings a-lone (sigh) .

this writing thing.

laws against laws

Pacing back
&
forth in the mind

what's visible makes
no
sense at all.

Bicker hangs loose
at
tongues end

bitchin’ bout clash
&
“burn down sanity!”

Trigger happy thinking
in
war time leaves casualties

laid dead under
side
rocks wit moss 6inches. 3inches. deep

And snow flakes have
it
easier than volcano ashes

since one melts,
other
singes on the cross

of the minority

pacing back
&
forth in the mind.

Inspiration

________"These poets &influential thinker are simply a few who inspire this soul..

I Know My Soul


I plucked my soul out of it's secret place,
And held it to the mirror of my eye,
To see it like a star against the sky,
A twitching body quivering in space,
A spark of passion shining on my face.
And I explored it to determine why
This awful key to my infinity
Conspires to rob me of sweet joy and grace.
And if the sign may not be fully read,
If I comprehend but not control,
If I need not gloom my days with futile dread,
Because I see apart and not the whole.
Contemplating the strange, I'm comforted
By this narcotic thought: I know my soul.

The Harlem Dancer

Applauding youths laughed with young prostitutes
And watched her perfect, half-clothed naked body sway;
Her voice was like the sound of blended flutes
Blown by black players upon a picnic day.
She sang and dance on gracefully and calm,
The light gauze hanging loose about her form;
To me she seemed a proudly-swaying palm
Grown lovelier for passing through a storm.
Upon her swarthy neck black curls
Luxuriant fell; and tossing coins in praise,
The wine-flushed; bold-eyed boys, and even the girls,
devoured her shape with eager passionate gaze;
But looking at her falsely-smiling face,
I knew herself was not in this strange place.

Claude McKay (1890-1948)

______________________

Call to Creation


Listen!
All you beauty-makers,
Give up beauty for a moment.
Look at harshness, look at pain,
Look at life again.
Look at hungry babies crying,
Listen to rich man lying,

Look at starving China dying.
Hear the rumble in the East:
"In spite of all,
Life must not cease."
In India with folded arms,
In China with the guns,
In Africa with bitter smile-
See where the murmur runs:

"Life must not cease,
Because the fat and greedy ones
Proclaim their thieving peace."
Their peace far worse then war and death-
For this better than living breath:
Free! To be Free!

Listen!
Futile beauty-makers-
Work for awhile with the pattern-breakers!
Come for a march with new world-makers:
Let beauty be!



Harlem Renaissance
Esthete In Harlem


Strange,
That in this nigger place
I should meet life face to face;
When for years, I had been seeking,
Life in places gentler-speaking,
Until I came to this vile street
And found life stepping on my feet!


Langston Hughes, The Collected Poems of Langston Hughes
_______________________


If I Stand in My Window

If I stand in my window
naked in my own house
and press my breasts
against the windowpane
like blackbirds pushing against glass
because I am somebody
in a New Thing

and if the man come to stop me
in my own house
naked in my own window
saying I have offended him
I have offended his

Gods

let him watch my black body
push against my own glass
let him discover self
let him naked through the streets
crying
praying in tongues

Lucille Clifton, The Black Poets
_________________________

My Love When This Is Past

My love when this is past
and you have turned away
-or I

and we are no longer
as we are today
I will be more

having known your love
I will be more
and not alone.


Who Is Not a Stranger Still

Who is not a stranger still
even after making love,
or the morning after?

The interlude of sleep again divides
it is clear again where one body
ends and the next begins,

Think to think that each encounter,
we will be strangers still
even after making love
and even after long conversation,
even after meals and showers
together

and years of touching.
It is not often that the core
of what I am is lost in longing

and is less often filled.
I understand my clinging
to the thought of you.

Stephany, The Black Poets
_______________________

The Poet

He sang of life, serenely sweet,
With, now and then, a deeper note.
From some high peak, nigh yet remote,
He voiced the world's absorbing beat.

He sang of love when earth was young,
And love, itself was in his lays.
But ah, the world, it turned to praise
A jingle in a broken tongue.

Paul Laurence Dunbar
_____________________

"It would be much more to the point for us to make a serious attempt to recognize our own shadow and it's nefarious doings. If we could see our shadow (the dark side of our nature), we should be immune to any moral and metal infection and insinuation. As matters now stand, we lay ourselves open to every infection, because we are really doing practically the same thing as they. Only we have the additional disadvantage that we neither see nor want to understand what we ourselves are doing, under the cover of good manners."

Approaching the Unconscious, Carl G. Jung


...however, I sound like Me.

the crack

Alarm sounding
lamps shake from
bomber planes above

racing off to war.
nearest shelter
with a good&solid foundation

stage door
leads out to "Nowhere"
exit right.

cabaret celebrating life.
despite overhead chaos
has begun and all armed

with final decisions
now you
ready to consider ALL?

by then, it’s to late.


moral: consider ALL things.

Rift

this mornings wave
lapped near ocean's
peak

something drowned.

seaweed intertwined
coral bound.

"would I stay true
if I didn't care for you"

melodic charm.

life is truly

short.

trust lap of
waves.
then "do IT

because something drowned.