Spare me the fan fiction. Spare me the counterfeit morality. Spare me the bankrupted hymns of polluted country. Allow me to dig into my black crate for liberation music,for the perfect anti-system record to make sense of America’s guttural blues. Dead Prez. Public Enemy. Fela Kuti. Kendrick Lamar. This is S-Dot scripture, a black fistContinue reading “Gas Lighters Tap Dance in the Comments Section”
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Our Father’s Flag Is Quite Different
Freedom and liberation hop and skip down broken boulevards and polluted streets. Decay is decay, no matter how one explains it. Metallic rhetoric chips the air. Only valid when the right complexion is involved. It is cute to burn flags. “That man is exercising his rights!” They say. Such an act is hostile when darkerContinue reading “Our Father’s Flag Is Quite Different”
‘Murican Monday
Not of this planet. Navigating polluted winds is essential, like jazz finding synergy after a few minutes. Coltrane’s code to the heavens. American politicsare boring. I stretch. I yawn. I liberate with each breath. A metallic voice. Crossroads two-step. Cosmos is the goal, a provocative objective that simmers, like spicy gumbo. National Guard troops inContinue reading “‘Murican Monday”
AUDIO LEAK SUNDAYS: STRANGE DNA
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No Half-Pints in My School Daze
I could worry. Or go with God. A superior man doesn’t fold though. Alpha. No Greek letters. No fraternities. No hierarchies. No dances. No colonial rituals or silly names to prove my worth. No Half-Pints. No Julians. No Daps. No fictional Black colleges or fairytales. Just a hustle, a third eye, and a focused disposition.Continue reading “No Half-Pints in My School Daze”
To Be Dangerous is the Highest Good
Back against a crumbling wall, a creed weighing down shoulders with urban pressure. To break from this monotonous clutch or cage is special. Driving along interstates; a unique aggression crosses his face. Anger is a kind man, extending sympathy for an unkempt path or a tortuous solution to an unpaved road. Got a prove toContinue reading “To Be Dangerous is the Highest Good”
Wake Up to Resistance
Flex them chops. Craft soul until they aim faulty pistols or use sharp knees or interpretationsof American law. No need to comply. Refuse tradition. Establish new religion. Normal stuff. We are built for this savage wilderness, this strange stage of humanity. I start morning with a poor disposition, a higher frequency, a vibration screaming, likeContinue reading “Wake Up to Resistance”
Transformation is an Animal
Early fall creeps into September, like Hendrix playing riffs for a light crowd. Determined to shed the dead weight of colonial creeds, actions, and pigs that don’t fly straight. Life is a trafficjam, with gritty, hip hop playlists. Them sermons got me surveying heavens. Shades sliding down my nose. Speeding acrosstown because goalsdance, like elusiveContinue reading “Transformation is an Animal”
AUDIO LEAK SUNDAYS: Action is a Loaded Word
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AUDIO LEAK SUNDAYS: American Funk
Listen to the audio or read below! Morning begins.Sun leans. 10:27am. Protein pancakes and boiled eggs provide the nutrition.Random birds talk, whistle, bounce from branch to branch in neighbor-hood trees, spray painting natural graffiti on greenery. Corner boys evade motion, the motion of street creatures, looking to slap silver rings on wrists, sending them young boys up the pipeline.Continue reading “AUDIO LEAK SUNDAYS: American Funk”
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