the flood came last
lo, foundation lost
the backbone bent
a temple’s collapsed pillars
shocks felt through the kingdom
the beginning of a civilization lost
and the air shallow
the quickening intakes quaked the constitution
confusion
the flood overtook land
animals ran about unchecked
equilibrium as extinct,
as the land before time
forces from below overwhelmed
taking over the empire
only instinct could save one
the throne usurped
doorways closed
hallways submerged
invertebrates siphoned vitality
ruins became legacy,
for generations
to a dismembered civilization
and as ages passed
time forgot
but seekers sought
waters receded
creepy crawlers swarmed the land
and over old pillars
an archaic memory made of legends
ran rampant by creatures of the ground
solar energy barely able to penetrate the infestation
and meet the ocean of mud
where lotuses waited for renewal
a life force hearing a call to awakening
a legacy, all but lost
now remembering its kingdom
though for now, unrecognizable
still any piece of peace found
can be salvaged
but first
one must restore the pillars
after which,
everything else will come forth
Culture
A Mistaken Will
he that claims one’s imagination
enslaves his emotion
and subjugates his kingdom
to the dominion of outsiders
and the king
can never find seat
upon his own throne
as long as he doesn’t recognize
the strangers in his own home
he will be like a nomad
in his very land
subservience,
and the illusion of sovereignty
forever his legacy
Lost Religion
religion used to be a process of self-initiation
now it has converted to mass assimilation
it used to be about reconnecting to truth
by recognizing the God in you
now faith is blind, and internalizing God is an issue
and truth is externalized as platters from a denominational menu
Black History Free Writes: Black Skin, White Mask
Frantz Fanon posed the question
am I all I say I am, am I all I ought to be?
when you ask what black history means to me
it means the many black skins taking off their white masks
they’ve leased, to appease the sensitivities of the white mass
what does it mean to me
well it’s more than revisited dream speak, memes, tweets, the schematically buried burden of by any means, and ominous screams and pleas for peace and equality themes for me
it means black regency
aspiring beyond permission and leniency
and by any other estimation
it should mean more than name commemoration
and overbalanced martin Luther king Jr memorialization
as if he was the only martyr to suffer from a steadfast and laborious effort with the threat of impending death by assassination
or the cobra clutch of a snail’s pace in a race against time to witnessing the realization of liberation
awakening the state and charging the stake of a nation
from its stay at discrimination
and dissonance of capitulation
it should mean reinvigoration for more representation
and less misrepresentation
representation in the courtrooms
in legislation
in government and in each district
in law enforcement
representation in public and governmental leaders
in boards of education
in production with its base in entertainment
displaying dark faces
where narratives are often swayed and stimulate change and the understanding of behavior and the historical effects of enslavement telling our stories, behind the cameras, and expanded roles within the eyes of the camera’s angles
in having ownership, equal partnership, a seat at the table in labels and organizations
in banking institutions and management
representation in medicine, clinics, hospitals, and insurance and their governing boards rearranged
representation in nutrition health and wellness
in farming and land ownership
in museums, scientists, coders, historians, and anthropologists
in philosophers, sociologists, therapists, and psychologists
in administrators, directors, coaches
and reinvest in the misappropriated culture
and their original home which western influence and interest reigns with the constant mining of resources
after missionaries trampled with treats to trick a conversion of beliefs and speech in an effort to modernize an undeveloped mind with Eurocentric seeds
to a people believed to be degrees beneath in need of pure white hearted relief
black history spans beyond this country
because we span beyond this country
being spanned from our own country
to being disbanded, stranded, famished, and underhanded due to the nefarious and inhumane plans and demands of capital land and advantage, gaping wounds from the transatlantic only bandaged by the very provoking hands who still hide their hands, shamming lambs to flock for aid and grants across this clock hands tick-tocking jockeying distracting spams like rivers and dams spanning expanded brands and boarders brandished as black bodies drop or drill in the fields to fill holes spanning this diverse land lacking diversity in chance though unnoticeable with just a glance at this country
so when I ask who I am
and am I all I ought to be
I question the intentions behind the words freedom and liberty
because my abilities
somehow are predicted and distributed by the plans of this country
what does black history mean to me?
realizing the black faces draped in white masks
and the black bodies filling the hollow grounds which big business builds atop the lands of this country
because black skins and white masks
really indicated that blacks can not advance
without appealing to or appearing like, the white mass
black history is about remembering
through diligence, plight, and suffering
there is still another path
but is it fear…?
well the fact that we have to have a black history month shows that as a question we do not need to ask
Calling out all Demons
I call on my ancestors, so that I may have faith in them, to speak good speech, so I may at this moment, be an orator of wisdom and truth
because I seek to call out my demons
invoking the divine power called love
by righteous and just thoughts, speech, and actions
love compels truth and empowers one to have all power of self,
environment, and those who have not yet activated the will within themselves
still needing to be lead
this power compels the metaphorical demons within us latching on like parasites siphoning our life force
so we speak the truth of their name and origins, that they may be brought back under the control of all-powerful love
love is about locating yourself
living love is locating and activating the god within us, powered by the God of all, whose very body we all exist
once realized
it’s a sense
a 6th sense if you will
that feels a calling to live Truth
and by living Truth, knowing the real from unreal, we can recognize true self, and become vessels for heaven on earth
this sense, this calling, compels us to live Righteous and Just with one another
a moral imperative unrivaled by quibbles of color, code class culture creed constitution, or claim
so what are the names of our demons
like math, to find the solution
we must know the problem, the beginning
and just like math-when checking your method
and accuracy-
to know the solution
would be in fact, knowing the problem
names mean something
they state an identity, a location, a problem, an origin
the names of our demons are spawn from not living truth,
not recognizing self, living just nor righteously
by denying the god in us all
as to say, what binds us as one
again, what are these demons I speak of
which possess us
having us disconnected in our trivial and tribal rivalries, which we have yet to steed and bring under control
we name them by placing over scrutinized narratives prescribing titles and labels like antidotes to identify ourselves
but these states are not ourselves
we have taken the identity of our capturers unknowingly
like Stockholm syndrome
we know our demons intellectually
but not intimately
we will soon as accept them as our truth,
love as our bane
and the god in us as blasphemy
yet I tell you, there’s always a way, a sense, a calling, an imperative to get back to form, to truth
by locating ourselves
so I ask three questions so we can locate and then distinguish the actions needed to bring the demons to task
to truth
as to say, this state of disconnect, to now reconnect
where have we been
where are we now
where are we going?
is the progress we seek as a people only deduced to matters of body, its physical experiences, and acquisitions
ebbs and flows, inclinations impulses and instincts
likes and dislikes
are we just a race, class, phenotype, species, and kingdom of people that can only be measured and reduced to the lowest common denominators of preference?
if you pose the question to me, what is black history month
I will now say emphatically, it is the calling!
the calling of humanity to get back to form by the examples set forth by a people who transcended at every crossroads and against all odds imagined
a showing of human ability, by the hue of those who were and still are in many manners, considered subhumans!
everything has a consciousness, and that consciousness sets about your journey, the experiences you will have spawn of that consciousness–the coded vibration for how you see self and interact with the world
the ancestors only made distinctions by such
before the consciousness of individualism and capitalism
which birthed nationalism, nihilism
determinism
humanism
modernism
recidivism
matter of fact, any and all isms!
we had the consciousness of communalism
we were communalist
the ist
and ism
the act
and the belief, can not be separated
when we asked the question, how are you doing
we would look beyond our own personal experience into the state of our collective, community, children, country, and continent, and if all or most were not in good health, in moral standing
then we would respond that we can be better, we have been better, matter of fact, we will be better because we are better
this act was in a belief of communalism
we located ourselves, yes we, black people, I say again, we located ourselves within the collective, the macro and the micro, the individual and the whole, we would make no such distinction between one or another which we could not see at some level in ourselves
Mbutu, I need you to be as good as you can be, so I can be as good as I can be, so we can be as good as we can be
each one learns, each one teach one
a teacher not only teaches, but learns, therefore the teacher is both teacher and student, master and pupil, eye and object of desire
perspective and projection
what I’m saying is you would see self in all
not self from all
black history month is the call
the call back to consciousness which was onset of all
pan Africanism
all peoples
that’s right I said it, all peoples
African consciousness was not exclusive
it’s how strangers were let in to steal from the neighbors
the neighbors saw the strangers as neighbors
the strangers forgot we’re all gods
all bodiless bodies put into bodies to embody the bountiful boundless experience of the one body in your body
locate yourself
where are we now, where are we going
we never stopped being
we just stopped realizing that no matter where and what you saw, all you were seeing was God
although your consciousness saw demons, an unconscious disconnect
name them, and call out what all they created
once you lost and forgot, you claimed what you are not
so we can’t have any sense of equality quality or quantity until you let the god in you qualify Truth
otherwise you will be, we will be, I will be
believing like a demon
looking outside myself, idolizing just to become, still unbecoming of self
not realizing that I am them, in my own set of lessons
because I have not yet
called out
my demons
My Country ‘Tis of Thee
I don’t know if this is just black history month
cuz it also feels like remember human dignity month
and remember freedom and liberty huh?
or maybe, my country ’tis of thee
re-envisioning
victory
from the positioning
of its victims inflicted by its imprisoning
tyranny
brought by a system which shits on sympathy
like a psychopathic simile
for advancement and economic remedies
whitewashing traumatic memories
from centuries
of mental and physical bondage and redacting parts of history
so we would know of the stories but the patterns we wouldn’t see
like how they’ve continued the use of dark bodies as batteries
beating and battering
them laterally
to keep from too many gatherings
just enough for them to continue fathoming
unilaterally
fallacies of equality
which to the system is appalling yet their effort is flattering
even compelling your laughter but still is not mattering
no matter how many “we matter” banners, banter, and chattering- charters chartering waters calling for quality with quantity
it still won’t qualify or quell our living hell,
trying quantify to no avail
the designed details preordaining us to fail
and fall
all the while still stagnant and stolen from
after stolen away
from age to age, with aged agony
and the actions of democracy
and democratic travesties
tramples their needs until atrophied
spiritual and mental- but anything, and I mean anything, but physical atrophy
they need the blackest feet
running laboriously like decathlon athletes
then actually
having the unmitigated gall to pit them against each other for entertainment and comedic relief
capitalizing off their casualties
casually
blasphemy!
all the while limiting
their resources to continue crippling
their ability
to restore order decorum and form
from their inherent ancestral communalism since you’ve tried manmade diseases
legislating and criminalizing any, every, and all reasons
inducing addictive drugs to heal in phases
importing narcotics and guns while setting the stages
for mental disorders, poverty, and violent rage, and crazes
and yet Still can’t mutilate or assassinate the spunk of their afflicted yet unblemished pigmented energy!
trying for so long to file them down across the board like emery
as media replays violent devastating and mournful imageries
marginalizing them state by state as enemies
public enemies of the state of race-bait and switch by suggestive messaging
to broadcast dark peoples as menacing, month
or maybe we should just stick with black history month
because all the other titles are implicated given the normal person recognizing and reflecting on our country’s accurate depictions of history and everyday life for its Afro-American citizens and their monumental and continual contributions to
“my country tisssss of thee,
you know, the
sweet- land- of- li-berty
of- thee- I- sing…