Posts Tagged ‘Saxophone’

I often say that Bird speaks to me, and then some strange thing like his Granddaughter shows up at my door. “Oh You Know Charlie Parker’s Granddaughter?!” “Does She Play?!” lol No but she does poetry…

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Do Ya Thing Homie! Much Love #ase

“Dear Mr Prezident:
We need to have a conversation about the situation that your administration is causing to add to the frustration of me…JAH’s creation. what i propose is an investigation into your legislation to find out why there is such procrastination on the liberation of my people from your domination. i also believe it’s high time for the renovation of your indoctrination, without the replication of the meditation that it’s all about the corporation. our illumination allows us to see your determination to have us in a state of retardation for the instigation of our cooperation…but you offer no REAL compensation, except, the allegation you give n the aggravation you get cuz we REFUSE to go into a mental hibernation. and regardless of our penetration, the saturation of our thoughts to your mind fails cuz your head is hard like the shell of a crustaecean…and your lack of innovation on our HUMAN rights requires some real deliberation. my inclination is that your contemplation does as much good for me as your masturbation, and your flirtation wit the filtration of my peoples’ quality of life will lead to the incubation of warrior people to bring about the menstruation of ALL who OPPRESS, and you’ll then need your litigation skills for your vindication, but there will be NO arbitration, cuz out consternation is greater than the syndication of all you HATERS, and you’ll face all manner of liquidation as the price for your attempts at our destruction. and your ONLY route to avoid more retaliation and move toward restoration…is for YOU mr president to FREE THE MUTHAFUKIN NATION!!!”

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Play For Me…

Posted: November 2, 2011 in Putting In Work
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I touch my love and she cries
Her silent soul screams from the emptiness
The tingling sensation of numbness is tranformed into nothingness
While tears flow and wash away innocent standers by
We hear their frantic shouts as they try to understand why
But under the rhythmic currents their shrill voices become faint
And they fade
And there in the darkness of our solitude we play
I kiss and caress her as she speaks my soul
Blowing the poor and unsuspecting away
Farewell we say
Not caring how or if they will see tomorrow
Because today
Them that wade are washed away
With only our tears to guide them…

Forever the happy wanderer within whistles Tales of Travels

Gifts of francense and myrrh

Scent of kush fills the air

Smiles are found amongst the band of gypsies as the candle flames dance like the winds between things

And our weights and means seem so slim

But with our Heads pointed Up to Him

And Our arms stretched Open Wide

We Live

And We Love In Frontline Defense Against The Lies

We stand on the Shores of these Lives Singing the Songs of the Tides

As The Land Defends…

…She Strikes Him

It Is Against The Ebb And Flow We Sing

While The Sun And The Moon are in the Sky dancing

Trading Places and Spaces in our Minds Eye

Mind I

Cautiously Observe And Execute My Tasks So That The Songs Of Solomon are Sung

Every Village and Street Corner Hear The  Lowly Town Crier Tell These  Stories

Speak The Truth Till Time Has Come And I Am Gone

And The Storms of My Utterances Have Devastated ‘Then’

And Forgiven As I Am

I Have Played Both Hands

The ‘Now’ Allows Me To Overstand The Value…

So Pass Your Message Crisp

Keep it Clean

Fore I’ll Be Telling [ you] Long After ‘again’

Let LOVE Lead…

Because How Can It Be Hard To Find

When You bring It with [you]

~htp~

inspired by: Unconditioned Emotions