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Tshaka Menelik Imhotep

You have not loved unless you have felt in your bones, Donny Hathaway's - I love you more than you'l

About Me

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Eardrums:
Listen to the hiss of
Snake Children
spitting razor blades
The profound flavor of profanity
Grasping at their taste buds
logos burned in their skulls
from fitted caps
A new era
A Brooklyn bomber
Dipped in bleach
Their 9MM attached corneas
shooting for street cred
Folding ignorance into rock star monologues
Garvisms embossed under their skin
Dissolved into their bone marrow
For safe keeping
Marked in body tattoos
For safe keeping
Inking their lost identity in their veins
For safe keeping
Marked in zoot suit blackface
For safe keeping
Marked in sagging pants
Combing locks into a konk flavored fantasy
Draped in platinum shackles
These brooding packs of wingless dreams
Floating kicks
Floating graffittied jeans
Their feet competing colored pastels
relaying races
In telepathic head nods
'I exist' bent into hand signs
'I am here' spent seeking approval
From fathers with sir names embroidered in the
Aerodynamics
of their absence
Catching the fleeting swoosh of
concentration camps in their eyes
In their bar-coded skin
We have bought their allegiance
With technology
With gilded promises
Speaking inverted slang
Speaking venom
Spitting a Language
mutated into the uncultivated
Spasms of liquid school girls
Drunk with the dripping stench
Of strip bars
Magnetic strip bar codes
Sell their wombs to preserve virginity
Tutoring their mannerisms
in pole hieroglyphics
the Rosetta stone in their pupils
translated by the ringing
of angel wings
These Angels sing in 3rd speak
The antebellum of sanity
forget me knots
In the belly of their branded wombs
Call me arch angel
Remember my name divine
Weave me into silk
Spin me unconscious
They are
The wanting waiting
The crust scrapped from the
Eardrums of humanity
Their tucked in jeans
Their belted demure
Refusing to give their
Vaginas a place to escape
These are our children
Their Eardrums stretched
Death from the mega hurts
Of love
These are of children
Eardrums stretched
Deaf from the mega hertz
of our lies
These are our children

My Interests

POETRY, INTEGRITY,LOVE, LIFEGET YOUR ONE ALBUM !

I'd like to meet:

MY GRANDMOTHER(MYRIAM MACFARLAND).SAI BABA.MARVIN GAYE.MARCUS GARVEY.WILLIAM CHURCHILL.TUPAC.GHANDI.MR&MRS POTATOE.ROSA PARKS.GORDON PARKS.LANGSTON HUHGES.BEN OKRI.BOB MARLEY.DERECKS CHILDREN.EPHRAM LEWIS.

Music:

JIVE MAGAZINE REVIEW
by Deanna Adams

Tshaka’s debut album, ONE, is a phenomenal illustration of the talent and creativity that exist in the still somewhat underground world of spoken word. Bridging the gap between spoken word and hip hop is an element of hip hop music that has been long removed from the scene, and a step that poets are now taking, crafting an unparalleled fusion of intellect, creativity, and sensuality. ONE is a reflection of many issues that are often untouched upon or disregarded in mainstream means of expression, taking the listener on a journey through truth, entertainment, and a somber look at reality. The album has a lighter side with a sincere look at love, money, and all else that makes this world go ‘round. Even though Tshaka can hold his own, being a Grand Slam champion year after year and climbing the ranks along with the country’s greatest poets, Tshaka enlisted the help of Kevin Sandbloom, Oveous Maximus and Natalie Patterson.“Illusions of Khem” is a beautiful descriptive love piece in itself, forcing you to search for elevated passion in everything that you witness in life, and Kevin Sandbloom’s soulful voice only reiterates your longing to make that moment fasten itself in time as to play over and over in your memories.“Pay Me Right,” with Oveous Maximus and Natalie Patterson touches on something we all can relate to, that funny money. The bass alone can get even the most conservative person in a dancing mood, but the pinnacle of the track is when Natalie takes the mic, inserting, “can I rock the mic like a lady and still be your equal, or is my femininity trapped behind the bulls*** expectations of a society of double standards to see dope, as long as I’m not better than you.”“Darker Than Blue” brings humanity back down to humility. The track takes a look at how failed revolutions inhibit our society, while bringing hope that we can open our eyes and come together to make a difference through lines like, “expect what’s deserved not just blanketed explanations.” Tshaka shines light on the problems in society, but, unlike many others, he speaks of how we can overcome those things and empower ourselves instead.The reoccurring theme of the album makes itself ever present in the title track “One,” which boldly states, “If I can’t touch thousands, I’ll be happy with just one.” The album ends with the track “Sp!t,” which has been famed as the title piece of the 2007 spoken word documentary “Spit,” which Tshaka performs, and it creates a nice symmetrical piece in closing the album. Overall, ONE is a work of art that sets a new level of respect for the poetically minded.JIVE Magazine Rating: 5 out of 5

Movies:

TEOP OYUN [certified]

Books:



MARCH 15TH, 2008
+MUTED WHISPERS+
THE DEBUT BOOK of POERTY and SHORTS
by Tshaka Campbell
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Heroes:

My Dad, Leroy Clarke, Vincent Jones, Yvette Campbell, Brett Allen, Ainsley Burrows, Langston Hughes, Bob Marley, Mariam Macfarland (my grandmother) Michael Allen,Ove, Lynne Cole, Kimberly Johnson (kjeceltic), Mr Sandel (9th grade language arts teacher), my granddad, Karen Jamie, Sandra Hunter, Natalie Patterson, Alex David, Cynthia Bryant, .....to be continued
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My Blog

Step Sister -continued

I realized that I was no longer. Captured in her stare her past escorted me to a new worldclear and forbidden, sweet and thickIt smelled of copper. Rich and bright. I squinted at first and when I open...
Posted by Tshaka Menelik Imhotep on Sat, 14 Jun 2008 06:30:00 PST

Step Sister -i think -To be continued

She stood in front off darknessBlack felt eyesmouth closed holding onto lightCan't nobody see you sambooI chuckled she emerged a smilethat unveiled a fabulous something behindher blinding molarswhite ...
Posted by Tshaka Menelik Imhotep on Sat, 07 Jun 2008 07:02:00 PST

Western philosophy

I'm lost in the maze they cut into your skulla fancied corn rollthey shucked back to auction block hair stylescattle prodded sim cards sync'd to your lipsyour pelvis remits a homing beaconthey've trac...
Posted by Tshaka Menelik Imhotep on Sat, 31 May 2008 05:52:00 PST

not televised

The revolution will not be televisedThe revolution will not be televisedBecause it is being downloaded into i-Tunes as we speak and sold through the simplified taste of miniaturized fruit. While EveEv...
Posted by Tshaka Menelik Imhotep on Mon, 12 May 2008 06:01:00 PST

The BELL tolls [Sean Bell]

The Bell Tolls They bury you choking on a blanket of equations your wife holding almost at the alter like part of elite group of dyslexic mathematicians 41 bullets hypnotized amadou to a sleepl...
Posted by Tshaka Menelik Imhotep on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 10:31:00 PST

FREE WRITE

    I wear you simple adorned on the subconscious like a fermented seam torn into galaxies I mouth you in black holes to vacuum smiles  told you I would chase your shadow so I run ...
Posted by Tshaka Menelik Imhotep on Fri, 25 Apr 2008 06:13:00 PST

jumbled Sequences

Capture me trueBiography me permanent in timecuz a T E M P O R A R YR E P O R T M A Yvary when it doesn't look within itself to note that we are allmade up of each other but just arranged in different...
Posted by Tshaka Menelik Imhotep on Mon, 14 Apr 2008 10:01:00 PST

Just is

At the height exhale at the almost edge of swallow   In the empty space that hold cracks in place     Memories hide there adjusting their eyes to the new world they are left to s...
Posted by Tshaka Menelik Imhotep on Wed, 02 Apr 2008 11:46:00 PST

Free write

You are not who you say you are I hear voices in your touch that feel all too familiar to me yet at the same time distant and every time your lips pressed to mine we flutter this juxtaposed fairy ta...
Posted by Tshaka Menelik Imhotep on Thu, 13 Mar 2008 02:09:00 PST

borrowed excerpt

Their hatred of divinity is reflected in your half smileI Understand that they create pain in people and make love to their criesAttack the air with middle fingersFlung highThey are a people rough and...
Posted by Tshaka Menelik Imhotep on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 08:26:00 PST