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Number 13 Liftoff is a kin to the expansion. I am dreaming. I am dreaming so that when they draw the archetype of my figure on the tortoise shell, You remember, and so bring on my existence. Surely he, the poet knows, Who named me when the sun settled on the collected dew Trying to escape my wings. And I looked up at the great father, Burning his present tense into the sky, Capturing the sprinklets as they glittered.Rather than the man, I am the great brother heron, Whose cloak of blue blends into the marsh of our existence. It is the edge and it is creation. Allowing me to weave in and out of time, Stitching my existence through your conscience.I stand on the perimeter, While the poet makes the earth, and his actions close the chasms on the inside. And so, it is in my perception that he knits the world. And I, my silent blue form is charged with that commemoration, The animal days of fish and wetland frogs are just the passing tense, The marker for the mask around my eyelids, The blood face and the bittern neck, my weaponry, my fish spear. The harsh of your moonlight in the mid of flying. You remember. Sita. And the stars, undisturbed. Remember. And I will exist.

My Interests

Me and my band of misfits are gonna ride out to the nice side of town. Weâ€™re gonna question authority, Itâ€™s tenets and its tenants. Then weâ€™re gonna tear them down. Limb by brick.When itâ€™s over and Iâ€™m in my humble abode, Watching Lakieshaâ€™s shadow dance off the fire on the wall, The procession of ghost warming the skin of a soul no longer a cenotaph, And Lakieshaâ€™s hands, in contemplation of never being bruised again, Rub my arms and my fingers, I will begin to think of moving on. And I will make plans for tomorrow.

I'd like to meet:

Thenjiwe is sthe love of my life and the most beautiful woman that I've ever seen, as well as a proud Afrikan Sister and the hardest working organizer in the struggle. I love her. She is my SIta.SitaWho draws the world to meet me as I dream it, Holds my hand and walks me past habits of the decadents. Muse of the poet, who understands infinity. Sita, Whoâ€™s hands, gloved with existence, cup mine against her breast, fingers my lips, Casts her shadows and the distortion of her image on the walls of my imagination, And so, in my dreams, creates the world that she will draw my pen against. And creates me. Sita, Her spirit encompasses the long suffering soul of the girl, Lost in our male conception. Look there, In corridors of remembrance, sincerity folding itself, Over and into itself, Until the hinges wear away, crack, and finally break. Sita, Who whispers to my eardrum when I sleep, Teaches me to dream new faces every night. Bare and strong-limbedâ€¦ Anxious, wired veins, I wonder as I watch her shadow dancing the fire on the sheetrock walls, If thisâ€¦ In her eyesâ€¦ That she is not the creator of creation.

Music:

Dexter Gordon, Nas, ABB, Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Cassandra Wilson, Thw whole Wu-Tang, Shabaam Sadiq, Common(Even though he doing those coon-ass gap commercials), Alice In Chains, Mad Season, Ndia davenport, Fiona Apple, The Great Aretha Franklin, Sam Cooke, Little Walter, Marvin Gaye, Stan Getz, Khalil Mustafa, Saul Williams, MJB, Nina Simone, The Last Poets, The Roots, B.B. King

Movies:

Bamboozled, The Doors, Documentaries - Watch them documentaries ya'll - Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas, Edward Scissorhands, Love Actually,

Television:

E.R, and Football

Books:

The Autobiography of Malcolm X, Moby Dick, Wuthering Heights (Yeah, for real ya'll.), Assata, Soledad Brother, Beneath The Underdog, The Amiri Baraka Reader - Yo, Get That,

Heroes:

Malcolm X, John Henrik Clarke, My Parents, My Ancestors, Goerge and Jonathan Jackson, Asatta Shakur, Barry Sanders and Jerry Rice, Lawrence Taylor and Ray Lewis, Robert Frost, Che Guevara,

My Blog

Painkillers

PainkillersIn the blueblack morning I walked a highway any highway,Bruises on my knuckles breathingCold air pressing against my skin.
Posted by Jah-Jah on Wed, 19 Dec 2007 06:13:00 PST

a poem

Night BloomNight blooms heavy in the city where the promise of a dead newness always awaits a new day coming.We were pistoliers,Spear-slingers and terrible men.Night blooms dark blue and cold in winte...
Posted by Jah-Jah on Sat, 21 Jul 2007 02:24:00 PST

Union Square

Union SquareOvercrowded union square,Disjointed.The air here is sweeter than Bushwick's in the morning,The ground higher.Yuppies eat you alive.Hipsters teeth chew fingers and beltbuckles. And shoestri...
Posted by Jah-Jah on Thu, 19 Jul 2007 12:57:00 PST

Afterword

AfterwordIn your little book of poems,You put the moon reflected by a river.It was a beam,A slivered light. You knew the gravel underneath.In your mind you pushed down deep into it andPut it in your ...
Posted by Jah-Jah on Tue, 17 Jul 2007 08:00:00 PST

Latchkey

LatchkeyEverything around you is a something that takes something from you.The mirror cares and nothing else.When you come home, drop your book-bag on the floor and,Get a glass of water,You wont trip...
Posted by Jah-Jah on Thu, 12 Jul 2007 02:06:00 PST

Feelin Da Love

When you stroked my hand on the A-Train coming up to my apartment,I promised God,God being the all-powerful mother nature, who reins over all ends, eats worlds, and nullifies all definitions,That I wo...
Posted by Jah-Jah on Tue, 16 Jan 2007 09:11:00 PST

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BlacknessThis thing that creeps and crawls inside my native fingers,Runs forth and back to the extremes of my hands,And curls up only in the sleep of my dreams&I am exhausted, Sita.Tired of trying to ...
Posted by Jah-Jah on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 01:20:00 PST

For Those Who Die And Still They Live In Us

Trinity II The AncestorWhen the sand was warm we worshipped IniquaOn the back of our hands,And on our faces.The sun and the moon were her breast,And her vagina was the river where we washed our chil...
Posted by Jah-Jah on Wed, 03 Jan 2007 11:01:00 PST

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The only way to reach you is through a stream of sonic will. And I haven't the throat or the patience to reach that far.
Posted by Jah-Jah on Fri, 29 Dec 2006 01:00:00 PST