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About Me

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In the Catacombs of Venice, I saw the pope hustling Hitler for
underground blue prints of Louve
Mona Lisa blowing in his hands for good luck
Black Madonna up his sleeve
I heard him whisper
Red top raises make blacks fold by the 1000s
Spinning clockwise swastika remedies for good luck
I raise you society
poured into a Petri dish
filtered through microscopes
See yall
on the atom level
theyve been examining us since sand rain making clay dolls
with images on Nefilim dictators
created from standstill dreams
they stretched me, recreated chromosomes
published connect the dot slave ship manuals
for easy duplication
advertised free national geographic head shots in VIBE and XXL
I have doubled X
and appear to you as
cloned black man
Kalimba capillaries fed by CNN
Drum beats in my heart
Hollowed echoes reverberating
Claude McKay, Stokley, Countee Cullen, Mohammed, Mustafa,
Walker, Ali , GK Osei, Okri, Yusef, Tubman, CLR James Baldwin,
Nathaniel, Hannibal, Giovanni , Osiris, Isis, Tshaka Menelik
Imhotep today
you tomorrow
yesterday Philistine
I am revolution brushed with 20/20
Dogon Sirius B vision
Walking down a famished Broadway block
using Mondrian street map codes to hack into Disneyland
Tight rope around my neck
Tomorrow in a sling
Sorting through sugar cane sweat record labels
To define my ingredients
I played BET on Nintendo game boys worldwide
Held classes with MTV jams tutors
Holding handcuffed kindergarten in their mouths
Found Pepsi in Ms Word spell check
Niggas spelled out in version 10.0
I am cloned Negro
Africa in my veins
My Nigga name embossed
American Express black card
Member since 1804
I am the usual suspect with a permanent limp
from Crip walking with shackles
A staving vegetarian in a herd of buffalo
I can only be as I am told
even when I am told I am not
Wrestling with demons that resemble progress
I am a Brooklyn slave
Inside a crack pipe
In the middle of a poppy seed
in Afghanistan picking cotton
with Blank panthers at my heels
Black Jacobins on my birth certificate
using Malcolm X postage stamps to shop at target
bulls eye tattooed to black boy mosquitoes
these bloodsuckers think I cant feel them bite
I am Americas handprint on Hutu machetes
Wearing mud cloth blindfolds
And cotton fields stuffed in my ears to
muffle the sound of severed generations.
I see the moons orbit in metaphors
Ready for the world armed with cliff note heritage
A Jamaican terrorist plot to recapture reggae music
Rewind selector Caz Babylon soon come
Babylon soon come
Babylon soon come
I am New Brand Negro
Brand New Negro
Franchise Negro
with Nike Chakras included
Preloaded ice grills sold separately
I am chicken bones in a gunnie sack
thrown into clouds to distinguish our future
I am the stakes for the pope and Hitler
Till I realize whats at stake for the
Pope and Hitler.
I am a black man at the age of confusion

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 11/13/2005
Band Website: www.naturalkink.com
Band Members: TEOP OYUN CERTIFIED
Tshaka, Ainsley Burrows, Carlos Andres Gomez, Oveous Maximus, Kesed

Influences:

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Sounds Like: I AM NOT THAT KINDA POET

Two years ago
the shortest distance
Between two points was
Only 20 kilometers away from you

Now you realize that love
is larger than the length of
your hindsight.
And the amount of times you smile
outnumber the times you breathe
His words into your realty
Your reality
borders the
Nonsense that commitment
Can promise you
And in real life if I had
The courage to do what
I know is right
Well

Well
I would be able
To do be battle with 32 spirits
Dressed in Black
With their egos wrapped in black
Egyptian cloth at their feet
in the black of night
Mixing black magic
In a black cauldron

But I am not that kinda poet

Not the kind that seduces
Seconds thoughts with the
Sweetness of imperfection
I have lied, have cheated
But work at transforming
these shapes into a home for
my children to call life lessons
And it's alright if you
Can't recognize the flesh
Hanging from these sentiments
Cause the seconds in between
our last conversation spells
I LOVE YOU
As you are

flawed

faltered,

unsure

I will chase your shadows away
Light at the end of the journey
Will hold on to your feet as you ride the wind
With your eyes closed
Grounded

I am not that kinda poet
So don't cast me the form of their gestures
don't galvanize me a statue of
their indecent reflections

my eyes spark their own dreams
and it is not my fault if
you planted them a rose
and they grew your secrets into
pollen to share indiscriminately
with the wind

I take my baggage
by my side
Bound to my waist
To a least steady myself
as I reach
outstretched arms
for your understanding
understand him as a figment
of your past
a tuning fork for your experience
But get me
under a stand of your convictions.
Through the muck and Meyer
Steady your self
Pace your thoughts
Count the blessings on your fingers
Cause sometimes
Simple

Well
simple
Is better than
mechanical

So the next time you search for someone to
penmanship your fears into well crafted excuses
remember
I am not that kinda poet.

Record Label: Unknown Indie
Type of Label: Unsigned

My Blog

WOMAN

He wants to close the holeLeft in is ribcage So he holds you accountableholds your ejaculation On the tip of his tonguesenses harvested in crop circlesAnd your mind Well you don't mindSo muchIt's in y...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Oct 2008 16:01:00 GMT

Inevitable

Inevitable If I must die Let me die with your arms wrapped around my chest If I must go Let me feel the warmth of your breath against my neck If I must leave Let me tell you how much we are one...
Posted by on Thu, 22 May 2008 11:00:00 GMT

Blood Stains

I am coughing up blood on red brick walls so you can’t possibly see that you’re choking me I have to believe that in the belly of your upset That if our life was as translucent as you c...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 12:55:00 GMT

Flesh dance

You are leaking me From the scatted scantly section Of your seeded sector Last night spread Gentle like stampedes my hand feels Between the pores of our indecision Our misdirection ...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jan 2008 11:14:00 GMT

Rain

Sometimes the rain stings Taps messages fallen Heart sprains an aching in the bone in an abyss of regret a moment that drops a recollection of last year last decade when minds were separate ...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Jan 2008 16:23:00 GMT