Eye Of The Dog Star

i am Sirius
there is eye shadow
in the dog star
constellating inward
lashing towards the pineal
... with glandular compositions
alternating oceans into
outer space deep benearth
the souljourn
the star trek
the correspondance
of cores responding
to dalmatian spots
storming clouds of
lotus flowers and lillies
springing to life each &
every ejaculation into
the essence of ether
orion hunts the hydra
with hyrdropyronics
frenzied like pirahana
feeding after doming
Medusa's locks
the Kraken released
to increase the tropics
of pharmaceutical cancer
leading the zombies
to the gates of Hades
barbequed by the sun
searing through the cornea
of the blind with a nimbus
that shines brighter than
black hole emissions
casting Sirius shadows
in the eye of the dog star

Untitled

the hellish &
the republican
not to mention
the democrat
i smell a fish
Jonah spit up
to reprove a beast
who murders dozens
bcuz skin is black
when in fact
the men with cracked skin
left the gun smoking evidential
done chopped off the good hands
to stop light from shining
so that even Prudential
got rocked like chalked Jayhawk fans
with John Brown on Harper Ferry night
markers bury sights of acts inhumane
but never mind the mutant monsters
with the YT gene that's unclean right
bcuz the flesh darker's scary bite
so said the grand wizard
while eating fetuses torn out the
womb of bloody mary scenes like lizards
what is it about hooded men
who hide the fear of black messiah's
resurrecting from the grave
to me its apparent
like clear images of Emmitt Till open caskets
to reveal hates horrid ways
plus these morbid days
are thermo nuclear sunrises
of Black Sabbath Metallica
leading the Misery is Killa City
spilling more Louis Saints blood silly
per capita than other challenger
erasing the dark spots who offer soul to a world dying
ignored by public officials
who don't even hear their very own babies crying
they're the masters of lying
like rugs on floors covering stains in the carpet
money laundering like the Jefferson's
moving on up the black market
supported by black targets
who lack heartless resistance
to injustice by any means necessary
fight first for the enslavers
bcuz their liberation's secondary
as the cemetary awaits more bodies
like rates of incarceration
hell's gates are wide open
loosing demons to prey upon this nation...

Post Bush

some post Bush flunkies racial and
Rockefeller puppets on strings
prey in the name of the Rothschild
and Hapsburg religion
the raiders of the lost ark
questing for the empire of rainbow
alliance lusting for the pot of gold &
truth be the underworld vampires
fracking earth's blood for profit &
Halliburton's covering of British Petroleum
Gulf spills with ocean murder corexit
these are endgame projects paperclipped to
blue beams just before Meggido
but now that we have arrived at the Apocalypse
the giant locusts with scorpian tails have been
unleashed like drones with hell fire
falling to earth scorching children &
Black Wall Streeting villages
making way for the Brezezenski manipulation
the Kissenger strategy
the Nicolas society
the massacre of Messianic kingdom
with Borne Ultimatums and
Aryan Supremacy as told by
Skorzeny about two Sherff's occupying
an oval office spying for SS underground
with alphabet agencies of tyranasaurus
worshipping a rex pontificating maximus
with Merovingian bloodlines
the Charlamagne unification of 1984's
big brother offering of virgins on Columbia
live as Sony Motala selling soul on wax
with undignified lies of gangsters and
Murder Inc with Blueprints for take over
not just bread and circus but guns and butter
the beast deadly wound healed
now all the world will wonder...

Scurvy

the loose tooth West of the sunrise
smiles with porcupine quills drooling
over promissory notes and mounting
debts to strengthen the HAARP strings
to the melody of earthquakes sang
by elite demons and rules of nations
this is no dungeon and dragon fantasy
role play no mock military tactic
this a global columbine gone wild
orgiastic Caligula cermonies bathed
in Baphomet semen swallowed like oaths
with secret bibles and new world orders
the loose tooth of fairies parading
in Jerusalem pridefully showing unnatural
positioning arranged to dethrone the King
of unseen reality yet manifest in light invisible
to naked eyes bent on Sodom and gonerreha
infected minds some syphillis this twisted
clockwork and agent orange some dr who
time travel back to the future of crusades
against jihad odd like tyler the creator of
evil and madness gone mainstream
a darling nicki masturbating minaj weezing
for air suffocating to live soulless for fortune
the pawns of the toothless beast dragon
breathing gremlin powerless yet given seasons
to rule and steal and kill and destroy
chewing with gums constricting boas
of blasphemy laughing at pain sado
masichistic Nazi worshippers and unholy
popes of pedophila sworn to uphold
the fascism of corporate lobby with
priest confessing to politicians for
forgiveness of debt while sin falls
like rotten teeth from scurvy infected
mouths leaving nothing to digest
but death and decay...

Darkside Of The Sun

the dark side of the sun
is all vultures and chalk
outlines mortuaries of
mayhem and pickett signs
fire hoses and german
gestapo marching on
Rosa Parks and Sarah
Baartman the cold blooded
eclipse of slave ships
curdled like yogart and
cream feathers tarred to
nigga flesh teeth and
pits and chains and wombs
and graves and tears and
hope and fears and screams
and death and nothing
any human should dream
on moutain tops not
in dungeons shackled
to hate like meteors
crashing though earth spheres
the volcano of final fours
with march madness ending
in asylums for the sane
misdiagnosed and given
 ritalin for clairvoyance
while the insane run rampant
regulating regions with
republican allegiance
to the democratic mob
to the fullness of the moon...

Stolen Culture

they wear the identity
of stolen cultures masked
in religious overtures that
Beethoven symphonied
with Dostyokevesky precision
the William Blake reason
for desiring Zion is clear
as Gaza incursions and
Jihad against the infidels
the Vatican scandals and
harlotry of Martin Luther
in the name of the Father
Son and blasphemy is
spiritual rape of incubus
by Esau's seed spilled over
into the land of Shem
Palastinian claims of
two states Jim Crowed
like Mason Dixon
somehow preventing
Messsianic Kingdom
from manifesting
peace with Hitler like
programs promoting
political final solutions
and patriot acts for
the public depopulation
with Kabbalah and
Codex Alimentarius
causing the onset of
third war world's and
 kamikaze Pearl Harbor
concentrations camps
for all dissident citizens
of North America's Union
the wolf in sheeps clothing
with two horns dragon speaking
once again selling its birthright
for the sake of bloodshed
thirsting to quench the beast
that they has become
disguised as the world's redeemer
while in all actuality
more akin to Galactus...

The World Is Bleeding

nostalgic notions need nocturnal nourishment now
for the future is murdered fetuses and
nuclear families suffering from fission
its been written that without vision
soldiers rampage and slaughter innocent
civilians post traumatically stressed
from an appetite of propaganda &
neo-colonial fascism this Hitler's
 resurrection and Mussolini's re-inauguration
the fourth reich horizon's dawning
in the West so that the East sets in perihelion
 medicated on white phosphorous and uranium
depleted for the perfect mutations to occur
and history is relegated to 8 track tapes
 collecting dust in cemeteries where all
the forgone knowledge is buried
haunting earth becuase the truth
can never rest in peace when the
world is bleeding to death at war...

We Are The Mortals

yes we are the mortals
meant to clash the titans
the hero of yore before
the now of corruption
here to restore the lost
love of truth and justice
we are the warriors of peace
demonstrating non violent
campaigns to cripple the
bloodthirst beast of inhumanity
the wielders of word weapons
speaking change to defeat
our barbaric enemies
they are the destroyers of earth
the rapists of environment &
murderers of nature
the sorcerers of science
and warlocks of battle
the medusa's of medicine
and kirike of church
transforming men into
swine with potions
that poison pharmocologically
they are the mutaters of meat
and alterers of fruit
the virologists of vaccines &
creaters of disease
the shielders of knowledge
who build colleges of death
these are the titans
who deserve not the gift of breath
our sworn nemesis for life
soon to to face the light
when mortals become one
with the eternal and put an
end to this worldly fight..

Rituals At Work

there are rituals at work

séances of sorts on earth invoking

unclean spirits to possess souls &

countless untold have been

stolen though unknowingly

by the thief &

there is no belief to protect

the Temple from invasion

only truth and steadfast

observance of Laws like watchmen

at the gates upon who the

city relies upon for its salvation

behold the revelation

we are in a spiritual war

like nations battling for

Gold Oil and Drugs

to amass power through

the shedding of blood &

appease a fallen angel

who they worship

with the sacrifice of innocents &

they who have an inner sense

know of that which i speak

for in a sense the outlook to the

outcome for the earth is bleak

but there is hope upon a mountain peak

which few seek to climb

however the souljourn first begins

when one ascends the heights of mind

for there one will find that space &

time are only figments of creation

as there is only a consciousness

that courses through existence

on a truly sublime vibration

its elevation is transcendent

bcuz its realm is unmanifest

only perceived by those with vision

therefore let me digress

that unless the quest becomes less

of a focus on the locus of flesh 

the end of the pursuit will bear no fruit &

make the seeker hopeless

for there is a day that approaches 

which is called the apocalypse

to shock the bliss of ignorance

when the clock slips to midnite &

the hour strikes revealing the moment

when sages in ages past did write

that a Judge would appear

to clear the world of the wicked

when earth would be restored &

tares from the wheat would be sifted &

burned as they sought to choke the seed

yet the promise was made

in Genesis that the woman would prevail

indeed these are tales few believe

for they are matters of the Spirit &

as the war rages on the voice of heaven

few are they who hear it...

So Butterfly

falling from earth never felt so butterfly
now there's no more cocoon to cave
the freedom or Neanderthals to threaten
the civilization of the afterlife
this is pure volcanic rapture
a Bob Ross water painting wrapped
 in pure ecstasy and divine erotica unimagined
an electric dream of eternal rhythms
periscoped with parallax patterns
that makes technology pale &
vitamin d deficient are all artificial
malignant micro organisms
that strive to Darth Vader my force
so i return to Jedi the darkest Nazi hour
approaching like Nibiru into orbit
all this to prevent cataclysmic
 apocalyptic comic strips from stating
Scriptures are only tales from the Far Side...

Know The New Beginning

awakened to the sound of reality
the sight of regeneration falling
to earth all but noticed in the spring
blood filled oceans pooled Atlantic
graves the hope has audacity but
who dares to parachute truth
in an age of over consumption and
obese egos famished for humility
but all will be humbled with iron rod
so i offer the bull of my lips like incense
on the altar of supplication bcuz i know
in the end all who live fallaciously
will never know the new beginning...

Plain Sight

ostrich heads buried in reality tv
ignore whats going on outside
too plugged into the matrix
to realize the program &
mind control of the masters
who manipulate with hd &
plasma but wait until the
microchips rfid the masses &
remote control humans committ
atrocities that makes those now
look like a fish aquarium feeding
mild like blacks murdered
with colt 45s and old english
or cigarettes laced with embalming
fluid to preserve the body for death
while alive seems so many are
preoccuppied with death and
forget to actually live life
i know i used to give night more
energy than i did light until
i woke up and realized i cant
american dream myself th Zion
this is deeper than Alice in Wonderland
or the Wizard of Oz even though
they tried to tell the truth in
childrens stories but their messages
were also unheeded by most
bcuz they were entertained
by all the lights and camera
distracted from the signs and symbols
they bore which is why the wicked
have chosen to hide their codes
in plain sight right before our eyes...

ULit!

Come Trago with me
where a kabal of artists
express Gusto in the Rain
our stories are Urban Literation
making history with spoken word
wielding wisdom like spears
Shaka Zuluesque against ignornace
find us in the MidWest where ports
are more than flea markets not just
Komedy City but also Revolution
a movement seeking solution
like Alaine Locke in Harlem
not for but liberation for those oppressed
this is real life and the world is our stage
the page is just a canvas for us to display
our rage
our joy
our pain
our love
our hate
our struggle
our escape
our story
our experience
our success
with each breath that we exhale
to prevail inthis contest against death
so we reconstruct existence with words
elevating minds to soar above the chaos
like birds spreading their wings to fly
high in the beauty of what many
choose not to embrace therefore
we trace sillouhettes on paper
hoping to affect change now and later...

Poetic Purpose

some Shakespeare at pages
to find the Hughes
beneath the Wordsmith
when Castenda captured
the Blake he saw visions
of Baraka bringing Giovanni
to fruition with Whitman
its Sanchez and Pound's
pen that leaks Dumas
in minds of the Lorca type
that Madhabuthi writes
which is a sight for Ginsberg's eyes
who would ever thought Dante &
Milton would agree on McKay's
notions of Renaissance when
it was known Harlem and Europe
were worlds apart in culture &
art though Harlem flowed
directly from the Griots
who first spoke words
with poetic purpose
after all Toomer and
Tolson redefined an entire
generation with their thoughts
only to once again have Williams &
a Queen Godis shed light
about the insight required
 to spill ink on sheets...

Wielding Words

i wield words to spill brains
and fill thoughts full until
overflow rhymes just so
happen when i grow poetry
know the key to writing is
inspiration then substance
forms content to uplift
consciousness bcuz this
is the reason the first
words were spoken "yehi
ohr" before the darkness
there was always light
though perceived not
by blind minds closed
to the reality of what exists
beyond beliefs and opinions
thats why i speak to mute
the madness and nonsense
that abounds bringing
mentals down like Tavistock
Institutes plan to degenerate
the world with styles and fads
sad that most party and bullshit
or be told lies in pulpits than
hear the Word spit from one
simple enough to listen
before speaking who stretches

American Diagnosis

America is slave master worship &
hollywood idolatry full of fallen stars &
contortionists who distort truth with sex
procreating bastard children of convicts
colonizing anal holes with murderous
monuments pillaging the souls of its
indigenous with feasts of thanksgiving
for the taking making no sense stealing
souls with JP Morgan on the chase for
Gold mans Sachs near fifth avenue
auction blocks trading dead presidents
for paper printed at illegitimate agencies
claiming federal connections like Ronald
Regan or Arnold Schwarzenegger playing
politician for fox media news clips
America is stolen land and trails of tears
tar and feathers with Willie Lynch doctrine
pseudo-science and universities of ignorance
graduating thieves and cold blooded killers
who collect skulls and bones in secret and
society is sick with pharmaceutical side effects
masking symptoms with potions and
entertainment strange and the children
are more strange since they began taking
their prescriptions...

A Thought

a thought
a star captured fallen
on political prisoners
in Attica freeing
those buried at
slave ocean graves
when will the dead see
who remebers
how the Negritude removed
francophones bcuz they
no longer desired their tongues
have we forgotten the Henry
Dumas in our soul
the Aime Cesare's
the Sun Ra on the horizon
traveling Miles on the Coltrane
trust
i know the Jazz &
tasted enough strange fruit
that Billie sang like the spirituals
wailed in strange places
by the kings and queens in chains
those strange places
we now call home
with heroine needles
and crack pipe dreams
overseers in mustangs
cracking whips that spit fire &
split the wigs of momma boys
gone hood
a thought
ive stood on holy gound
barefoot and even been
to the dead sea
but still can't wait for
the second coming of
my people to rise from America
like they say the Nazarene did
whatever happened to
Maccabbee revolts &
Exodus walks home
seems like we rather
enjoy being Pharaoh's footstool
instead the stars of heaven
a thought
i wouldnt believe it
if i didnt live it
i wouldnt receive it
if i didnt give it
i would perceive
if i didnt visit
the motherland myself
and brought to life
what was just first
a thought...

Unjustified Ends

the wayward and misguided
spontaneous combustion
beyond thermostat recordings &
richter scale readings illiterate
primary failures leading to
secondary recidivism and
soaring incarceration rates
the heart diseased with hate
lacking self love plus esteem less
unless steamed hot like
barista grinding grounds
poured into empty vessels
cracked with broken homes &
motherless fathers leaving
children bastard battered &
fried like churches false doctrines &
liquor store salvation from reality
the cell block street corner preacher
selling soul for flesh in back alleys
rendering to Caesar the Almighty's
portion misdirecting the masses
with Tom & Jerry Foolery
denying the Creator obstinately
according to 14th Psalm prophecy
logically Satanic unknowingly
possessed to steal spirits from others
Judas Iscariot like betrayal of sheep
who weep like willows from strange
fruit self mutilated genetically modified
Monsanto organisms sold out
to the struggle to meet ends unjustified...

Striking Balance

what it was is that
she loved the idea of me
the introduction of the
complexities not yet
realized though spoken
transparent but vague
perhaps
i'll even take the gaps
of time undefined which
would reveal the lines
connected the struggle
to stand fully divine
but im not perfect
neither is she
though we have great
potential and even better
love to give each other
but smothered fires
extinguish and i admit
my covers but i love
her like i wish i could show
though im finding that
im still learning just
what it means to love
a selfless committment
which can be a challenge
coming from a world
where most matters
revolve around your center
balance
the key to striking harmony
something i both want &
need like a beating heart
bleeding life through my veins
so this body might stay warm &
comfort hers with compassion
yes
that would be more than fine
it would actually be
heavenly!

Hood Tales

gunshots and bloodstains
malt liquor and crack rocks
mourning mothers and murdered children
repping blocks and tatted up
felons free and incarcerated souls
bullet wounds and wheel chairs
ghetto fabulous and hood rich
american nightmares and slave descendents
jim crow and prison industry
black codes and drug wars
baby mamas and daddy drama
mean mugs and drive bys
generational curses and no respect
niggas saggin and down low
klan work and bloody crips
another funeral and airbrushed tee
rip another soul
hood tales are so cold

Like 1999

though its 2012
souls still party
like its 1999
blind deaf dumb
numb to the pain
that mother earth
is experiencing
as she prepares
to give birth to
a new consciousness
on the continents
and bring forth
a new reality
so that all that exists
is true bliss and peace
but few get this release
of life bcuz they
refuse to increase
the light that lives within &
stay surrounded
in darkness
wandering in the world
wayward like leaves
blowing in the wind
aimless doing the
same shit night in
and night out...

Niggas Never Learn

niggas never learn
but triggers forever burn
when squeezed &
trees fall in the forest
as if lumberjack swung axe &
chopped down another life
in the dark pale of night
man shit ain't right in the hood
especially when there's no
good neighbors and everyone
is shook by the misguided youth
who menaces society like old dog
raising cain with an attitude
just because he was told
that he was nothing but a nigga
lil nappy headz done locked up now
swinging free like their ancestors
from trees in the south with twisted
mouths spittin some serious satanic sermons
splurging on poononie
squiriting in poononie
hurting that poononie
murdering over poononie
just because they can &
don't think that poononie
don't got them soul searching for love
that's why so many niggas are
crips and spill blood like thugs
just to get a rep rockin gang stars
on their face and blocks on their hands
too blind to understand that they're
still enslaved like their forefathers &
mothers on plantations gettin sold
on the blocks that they think they control now &
its scary how history repeats
with more niggas being taken off the streets &
placed in concrete holding cells
or six feet deep forever to burn in hell
like the triggers niggas love to pull
but because niggas never learn
its the wool over their eyes
that keep them from seeing that
at one time not niggas
but Negus used to globally rule...

There Remains An Underground

the night opened lotus petal
paint brushed the sky
such beauty to the I who
is none of the all that will be
some say some where
some thing has seven days
to live and then it begins anew
like snow flakes and desert sand
waterfalls and earthquakes
waking babies from the womb
of work to rest in the breast of time
there are those who
scuba dive to the mountain peak &
seek to be lost amongst the found
listening closely as the sun
shares its secrets to those
who stare boldly at its Maker &
asks with all sincerity why am i
so dark when i was born to be you
replies of truth are tsunami waves
kissing shores for the love of cleansing
rinsing the world of all wicked
children rebelling against freedom
enslaved to death like the faithful
little demons that they are
daybreaks reveal serpents striking
heels of travelers looting literary
treasures buried in books bcuz crooks
love to keep the light from dawning
in minds blinded by white lies of men
and its all a canvas of colors
a grand design of earthworms
 and mosquitoes swarming near ears
buzzing to be heard and fed rotten
apples while the best fruit still
hangs from trees bleeding leaves
like runaway slave feet cut to the bone
and there remains an underground
despite the shift of the pole star

Take Points

* inspired by Trayvon Martin and other fallen innocents

Riding for justice
is not for suckas
or those prone
to jump on
bandwagons
nor is it a
fashion statement
or fad to be picked up
by those who
quite apparently
stand for nothing
in addition
riding for justice
is not for opportunists
who find an opportunity
to speak an opportune
word for their sake
when all that they
oppose is anything
that outshines self
bcuz riding for justice
is a lifestyle
a committment
a sacrifice of life
limb and family
for the sake of
the greater good
riding for justice
is not just wearing
a hood for Trayvon
it goes beyond
appearance and
form bcuz it is substance
it's doing what
doesn't require recognition
it's organizing to address
a condition that won't
change by itself
it's more than reading
books from off a shelf &
quoting lines at open mics
it's the fight for life &
all that is right in light
of brotha Malcolm &
Sista Betty
John Brown
Martin Luther K ing
Joan of Arc
Huey P
Geronimo
Leonard Peltier
Nat Turner
Gandhi
Kwame Nkrumah
Patrice Lumumba
Ida B Wells
Harriet and Sojourner
Frederick Douglass
John F Kennedy
Robert Kennedy
William Cooper
Alberto Rivera
and the many others
who were willing
to ride and die
for justice
bcuz they understood
that when it comes to
changing the world
all that we really have
is just us...

Once Upon A Rhyme

once upon a rhyme before time ago
when emcees were divine with magnificent flow
there lived a spoken word who would sit in silence &
marvel over they way others opened their mouths with violence
it was an interesting scene that juxtaposed the craft
some would speak with joy but others opposed with wrath
the laws were eternal but still some rebelled
which is why 1/3 were cast out and to hell they fell
that's when the order of the kingdom was turned upside down
like a smile on a face that suddenly changes to a frown
the crown was dishearted by what had become
so he decided to send his only son, the chosen one
who came to the people to speak about the truth
but most didn't want hear his words they only wanted to pollute
the message that was sent from the early beginning
not realizing against the King they were in fact sinning
spinning out of control they're souls were in a daze
falling deeper into the whole which drove them all more crazed &
the haze from their ways soon blocked the sunlight
until the darkness was constant and nothing was done right
how come sights that we see don't agree with reality
they often wondered blind to the fact that they created a fallacy
that was all pervasive because of their denial
which was the reason that they were soon to experience their greatest trial
the judgment was set and soon approaching was the threat
that would wipe the slate clean so that planted was the next
generation of words spoken for the purpose of redemption
 because every word that they spoken was with a malicious intention
so the judge found guilty those who spoke with an ill tongue &
sentenced the mouths to death as from stakes they were hung...

Porn Addict

he's addicted to porn
conflicted and torn
restricted in form
a misfit unborn
spiritually unshelved
clear to see he's held
fears to free himself
from years of sprees in hell
though blessed with insight
he's possessed with dim light
his chest within fights
for breath to bring in life
while trapped in the grave
he's tracked and enslaved &
turned back to sins ways
yet knows that these are end days
where demons consume flesh
like semen do wombs nest
he reasons as doom's abreast
how heathens now groom death
 as repentance he seeks
sacred sentences he speaks
to attract men's sense and peak
before eternal consequences reap...

I Refuse

I refuse to drink the koolaide.
I refuse to accept the views portrayed
That have kept most souls in the shade
Bcuz the truth remains to be told
By those considered renegades.
I refuse to be played by corporate
Ways that dig the graves of slaves
Afraid to stray from the trail blazed
To ensure the masses behave &
Don't upraise. I refuse to trade
Truth for lies. I refuse to not despise
The chemtrails in skies & the sorcerers
Who destroy lives with potions &
Propaganda. I refuse to go against
My Father's commandments. I refuse
To forget the transatlantic trip that
Brought my ancestors to a new world
Shackled on ships to be sold for chips
Then stripped of all humanity with whips
Raping, murders, burning and lynching at
Picnics. I refuse to slip into the American
Dream where illusion is king and reality
Is a thing televised to lives on a tube.
I refuse to be moved by mindless behavior &
Media influence which demonstrates
Absolute incongruence with existence.
I refuse to stop undergoing repentence
From sins since I dwell in a tent rinsed
With corruption and filth. I refuse to cry
Over spilled milk yet remain silent about
The violent actions taken against humanity.
I refuse to accept the global tyranny
That is why being enforced on earth.
I refuse to wallow in the generational
Curse that has plagued my people for so long.
I refuse to not be strong willed &
Clairvoyant during the darkest hours
Of human history. I refuse to not dare call
What is presently happening a conspiracy.
I refuse to not seek to solve the greatest
Mystery of all time in order to find out
My true identity. Most of all I refuse
To not accept that there is anything in creation
That has the power to limit me...