Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
"Why he don't want me man... ...?"
"trumpetnista: I just saw that James Avery just passed away and..." http://feedly.com/k/1gwwSbk
Mental Sag: we ARE this.
Hmm. (We are better than this.)
We are better than this?
Hypocrisy of the first order.
You are a part of we. You are not better than this.
Greatest lesson of 'U.S. civil rights' activism: to be approximately right > exactly wrong
We are better than this?
You are exactly wrong.
You left these kids. You left the community.
If not physically, then certainly Mentally. You (left) leave it in your mind every day.
...and posters like this soothe your conscience that tells you it was not worth it
to follow the dream (hollow mock) taught to you (to pursue at the cost of yourself) by the not-We.
You didn't listen to your Ancestors. (for they are only dead to you).
What are these kids doing?
What are they (who is a part of 'we') SAYING with their clothes?
Do you have a clue? Have you taken a look? (Yeah Yeah, jail culture blah blah blah...).
Try it yourself. Try doing what they do. Try to make your clothes look like they make.
Walk in their shoes. For real.
Can you, you Fool?
What is happening? You are making one body part longer, taller (spine, backbone)
at the expense of legs (legs -forward motion-are expendable).
In the society (of global 'no-love' power tradition) in which they walk (live), THEY FEEL SHORT.
THEY FEEL they've no BACKBONE.
Uprightness-Stability is even forsaken, they only want but to know BACKBONE: taller (human) feeling.
Sankofa yourself.
The last (national) person/group to show us our backbone where our wishbone currently lies was MLK, Malcolm X and the Black Panther Party for Self Defense (NOI and Tupac for a moment).
The same powers that eliminated them know too that 'WE' seeing a picture of the Obama family is a milisecond of backbone 'feeling' in the deep desert of our wishbone lives. ...curbs the want to get TALLER.
"UP YOU MIGHT RACE!" (Baba Garvey/Mama Harriet full-cry to us).
"We are better than this!" = "Up you sagging pants!" = all that you have to give?
Please.
How can you make that YOUTH feel TALLER (or tall enough) in and of himself?
Can you truly help him fight the meaning of the pants sag?
Or can't you see? Can't you hear? Or don't you want to?
Courage. (the civil rights generation had PLENTY of this...if not misdirected).
Hear WE. Hear 'your' kids. YOU RAISE THEIR PANTS. YOU RAISE THEIR IMAGE.
...and not with your fake ass education, fake ass jobs and fake as status.
You grinning American slave.
I bet you thought the billboard was a good investment of money.
(Was the money even yours? ...earned with clean hands?)
Your brain sag PUT the sag in their pants.
YOU tied up the youths feet (movement) with your POSING.
Can't blame them for saying F--- YOU and F--- YOUR 'BETTER'
in a way that no other younger generation has said to an older generation.
Its ok.
All of that is to say, if you love your own, (if you can love your 'we'), then LOVE THEM.
damn.
ref: http://bconx.blogspot.com/2010/03/teach-negro-child-60-ways-to-despise.html
http://bconx.blogspot.com/2011/05/seen.html
http://bconx.blogspot.com/2010/07/energy-in-us.html
http://bconx.blogspot.com/2010/05/cuffs.html
http://bconx.blogspot.com/2010/04/sister-knowknew.html
http://bconx.blogspot.com/2010/03/ch-art-er-whey.html
http://bconx.blogspot.com/2010/08/is-this-fair.html
Michael & Ali
Idren, 'magine Ali's flow 'pon Ant Banks beat, AWO.
~give tanks (fi constant fya) DV & Kernal.
Not sayin' I'm Number One...
In the oldest & best tradition of 'make iNi feel good' is a true master of the ceremony: Blast Master. 'Im affi call simple (seen?) & positivity spirit come wi chicken bubblin 8:46 full fya AWO. "Not sayin' I'm Number One, Oop m'sorry I Lied, I'm #1,2,3,4 and [figgyfiggy] 5".
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~KRS-ONE
Sickness Invaded Me
Seven days since I saw my sister,
And sickness invaded me;
I am heavy in all my limbs,
My body has forsaken me.
When the physicians come to me,
My heart rejects their remedies;
The magicians are quite helpless,
My sickness is not discerned.
To tell me "She is here" would revive me!
Her name would make me rise;
Her messenger's coming and going,
That would revive my heart!
My sister is better than all prescriptions,
She does more for me than all medicines;
Her coming to me is my amulet,
The sight of her makes me well!
When she opens her eyes my body is young,
Her speaking makes me strong;
Embracing her expels my malady—
Seven days since she went from me!
~Seventh Stanza, from Papyrus Chester Beatty (Pleasant Versus),
New Kgdm Kmt 1200 B.C.E.
i languish
i languish in america
america home of the free-ized
it’s brilliant marble embrace
chop blocked my sacredwere
& listen’s to my prisoner worry
with an old smile
i languish in america
but not alone.
June 14, 2009
america home of the free-ized
it’s brilliant marble embrace
chop blocked my sacredwere
& listen’s to my prisoner worry
with an old smile
i languish in america
but not alone.
June 14, 2009
My Love for Afrika is undiluted - For Baba Fela Kuti (Channel Kindu2006)
The Greeks called you Ethiopia—
The kingdom of the burned faces.
You sent Aesop to tell fables,
You gave Kemet, Nubia to teach
Aristotle, Pythagoras, Plato...all they needed to know.
Indeed, those were the days when
"Sages looked to Egypt for their lore". *
Today you're a divided land
Where multifarious customs
And extraordinary music
Embalm the toiling feet of your
Multitudinous boys and girls.
The Romans revered your bold sons.
You sent Septimius Severus
To drown the Parthians in defeat:
From your mighty rivers more and
More of your sons flooded regal Rome.
Today, you give us a desert
Where we build shrines, pray to water,
For rain is a blessing from Thoth
Shango, Shaka, Cetshwayo...
The Yemenites knew your daughters.
You gave Sheba Queen Makeda,
She ruled her Shebans with wisdom;
Solomon she ruled with beauty.
Together they gave Menelik
To Ethiopia— her future emperor;
Today, your Emperor and Empress
Prostrate themselves for lack of wealth,
At the god of greed and hatred.
You gave Ancient great foundations:
Your greatest architect, Zoser
Your multi-genius, Imhotep
Your warrior pharaoh, Tarhaqua...—
Men whose temples lie in ruins,
But whose legends still stand firm in
Lands now growing in poverty
Ushering in hunger and AIDS—
Oh the contempt! Your mind, abused,
Is now strewn in oblivion,
Afrika.
You gave Haiti L'Ouverture
To revolutionise the slaves,
And French egocentricity died
On that day when the Modern's oldest
Democracy was born, indeed
Toussaint Lives today! When shall he
Rise again and tear down lazy hearts?
History is written by victors!
Afrika.
For Maya, you're carved in history
By hands with "bitter twisted" motives;
Yet your heart, though stretched and torn,
Still contains the strength to forgive:
How else can we explain your endurance
After years and years of beatings?
It's because the flag that blows love
Is still waving boldly inside your heart.
Afrika,It's true that you have been worn out;
But you haven't been defeated!
I can say with firm confidence
You've built walls to resist defeat.
Our modern walls erected by:
Lumumba, Kenyatta, Nkrumah,
Cabral, Garvey, Soyinka, X, ... Fela
Will erect your future walls in:
The West, South, North and East.
Afrika,
Division suffocated you.
Its destruction, therefore,
Will clear the air of strife!
Afrika,
Where is the Light so synonymous
With love, which keeps all things alive?
Where's that vacuum that sucked your Light?
Hear, for all your children cry out
With dusty hands and brittle bones,
For love to touch life in them again.
Where's Worth? Is she sat on the wind's wings
Being blown about from shore to shore?
Uprooted from home, her people,
Significance has been stolen
And is languishing visa-less in foreign flags
* - John Keats (Hyperion Book 1 - Line 33)
Channel Kindo2006
The kingdom of the burned faces.
You sent Aesop to tell fables,
You gave Kemet, Nubia to teach
Aristotle, Pythagoras, Plato...all they needed to know.
Indeed, those were the days when
"Sages looked to Egypt for their lore". *
Today you're a divided land
Where multifarious customs
And extraordinary music
Embalm the toiling feet of your
Multitudinous boys and girls.
The Romans revered your bold sons.
You sent Septimius Severus
To drown the Parthians in defeat:
From your mighty rivers more and
More of your sons flooded regal Rome.
Today, you give us a desert
Where we build shrines, pray to water,
For rain is a blessing from Thoth
Shango, Shaka, Cetshwayo...
The Yemenites knew your daughters.
You gave Sheba Queen Makeda,
She ruled her Shebans with wisdom;
Solomon she ruled with beauty.
Together they gave Menelik
To Ethiopia— her future emperor;
Today, your Emperor and Empress
Prostrate themselves for lack of wealth,
At the god of greed and hatred.
You gave Ancient great foundations:
Your greatest architect, Zoser
Your multi-genius, Imhotep
Your warrior pharaoh, Tarhaqua...—
Men whose temples lie in ruins,
But whose legends still stand firm in
Lands now growing in poverty
Ushering in hunger and AIDS—
Oh the contempt! Your mind, abused,
Is now strewn in oblivion,
Afrika.
You gave Haiti L'Ouverture
To revolutionise the slaves,
And French egocentricity died
On that day when the Modern's oldest
Democracy was born, indeed
Toussaint Lives today! When shall he
Rise again and tear down lazy hearts?
History is written by victors!
Afrika.
For Maya, you're carved in history
By hands with "bitter twisted" motives;
Yet your heart, though stretched and torn,
Still contains the strength to forgive:
How else can we explain your endurance
After years and years of beatings?
It's because the flag that blows love
Is still waving boldly inside your heart.
Afrika,It's true that you have been worn out;
But you haven't been defeated!
I can say with firm confidence
You've built walls to resist defeat.
Our modern walls erected by:
Lumumba, Kenyatta, Nkrumah,
Cabral, Garvey, Soyinka, X, ... Fela
Will erect your future walls in:
The West, South, North and East.
Afrika,
Division suffocated you.
Its destruction, therefore,
Will clear the air of strife!
Afrika,
Where is the Light so synonymous
With love, which keeps all things alive?
Where's that vacuum that sucked your Light?
Hear, for all your children cry out
With dusty hands and brittle bones,
For love to touch life in them again.
Where's Worth? Is she sat on the wind's wings
Being blown about from shore to shore?
Uprooted from home, her people,
Significance has been stolen
And is languishing visa-less in foreign flags
* - John Keats (Hyperion Book 1 - Line 33)
Channel Kindo2006
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