I am the son
of black men
burnt by the secret fire
but not consume
because the fire
knows who I am
the son of black men
I am the daughter of
black women
the elder one\washed by the water
of the gods
within my eyes
man have forgotten
my name in this
terrifying world
man have forgotten how
to drink the metro blood
that is the
source of life
let me burn you
with my water everlasting
for you are not eternal
I am the child
of black folks
the carnal knowledge
I carry the fire's brain
of God in your life
I have gone round
the limt that you are
I am the power of my water
the splendor
water's power
and I slew the God
of your heaven
and gave man
to understand
what can not
be understood
I pass pass your
shoulders and I
the know of you
the death that is
inheritance in mien’s flesh
it was I the child
of black folks
that open the flood
of Osiris when
my name was spoken
I am thee one
of black folks
the three hundred
and fifty quieting flames
I am the triumphant
door keeper of the
Settian nature of
the blacks, the first
man and my name
is worn
as clothing in
their lost memories
in America they
call me nigger for
I know the nigger that they are
I am the word
of the blacks
the creator
who created his name
the might of
the beautiful word
no man can speak
behold my possessing
of heaven that is my foot
stool it's al;l the rope
of my hair that
is a meat of offering
the scribes have
scared my skin
with their pens
and with their prayers that
all will be well by man
I am thr west coast
of the blacks'
the streaght way
that non can follow
the greatness
of what is round'
I devour the]
smelling of the Gods
that hung his son
on a cross
he is divined in me
I am the divider
he is the jaw bone
of an ass speakeasy
against my very own
sense of my power
I am the it
of the blacks'
I am the intellect
of the black’s
adoration of my
mighty throne
that the blacks
once sat on
when the world
was you enough
and uncertain
by the pale devil
that came to devour
the black soul
and they lost
their way under
the clock of self hatred
I am the provider
of the blacks'
but they see men
as a shadow
of who they wince was when
because of my manly love
I am the provider
of the blacks
but they see me
as only a shadow
that they can step on
but still I be strong.
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What is the purpose
of black skin
what is the purpose
of or elders
rich in knowledge
that only age can give
to teach the youths
of our black skin
what is the purpose
of the unity when along
you go into the soup
kitchen where some
black children children
call their second home
books can take you
only so far
the elder's flesh
holds the key
of how to deal
with adversity
how to make your
way pass those
who would stomp
you down
go into the cover lasing home
go into the schools
volunteer to be an ear\to our elders
volunteer to teach our youth
leave not our elders
to die along
Martin Lutheran King
said service is the
substance of greatness
he served so surely
he knew that to
be true to yourself
to our elders be true
what is the purpose
of your purpose
what is your God to you
what are you here to do
go away from
computers and t v
set your old school
and hip hop ways aside
sat to hear the teaching
of our elders
what need have they to lieutenants
the truth my sisters and brothers
the truth that calls you home
is found in the rich
life of our elders
let them teach you
before they die
what is the purpose
of life
what is the purpose of death
each of us
must seek the answer from deep
within our elder's breast nia
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nature brought us
to the dance
brought us
Say gilliat
the banjoist
jump jim crow jump
whirl about
and turn too
an' do jus so
an' eb ery time
I whirl about
I jump jim crow
gumo caff
and long tail blues
do you know of
the Singing Lucas
if not why don't you
and what of
billy Kersands
the minstrel king
under a spacious canvas
he sings
and Ms Hattie
Delano's originally
Alabama Pickaninnies
and the beautiful voice
of Elizabeth T
greenfield her voice
ranged 27 notes
from a sonorous
to baritone to out do
the highest note of
Jenny lind's
do you know o of James A. Bland
do you know
the greatest
colored Aggregation
the Sunflower coons
the famous colored
lady Sextette
if no so then why
is this history lost to you
nature gave us
Brudder Bones baby
and the Ethiopian\
Nightingale
among de sugar cane
what is your
celebration of
emancipation day
carry me back
to old Virginity
carry me back
to the plantation
that I may see
who was the people
who gave birth to me
Dandy Black brigade
is marchin' through\the streets
the Harerley's color
minstrels are
suffin' their feet
let me see the true uncle Tom
the true Rev. Josiah
Henson preacher
and co-conductor
of the underground
rail road
Ira Aldridge
we call on you
come from the
African Grove
to the streets
of St. louis
James Hewlett
played the Shakerar's role
of Othello
there is an African
Roscias in the land
like an opossum
up a gum tree
Bon-Bon Buddy
the chocolate drop
the chocolate drop
that's me
two real coons
is what whites
see of Bert Williams
and George Walker]and you and me
O Sissierella Jones
sing to me single-dig
it my feet knows
the cake walk that
nature gave to me
Bob Cole be
Willie Wayside
in Dahomey
Abyssinia and
Bandana lung too
in black face
of burnt cock
nature take me back
to the first black
to preform before the Queen
take me back to hear
Sista Sissierella single-
dig it link me to my
history as if
you and I was
the Carolina twins
put me on stage
as some monkey in a cage
as somke curiosity
of what was called
the Genuin Ubangi Savage
o nature you gave me
Esther Sutherland
the biggest thing
in jass and you
gave me Mr Billy Day
and Mr Mel Michael
in their drags
being touch by God
O Bill Bojangles
O Mr Robinson
of the tapping feet
you are my man
as sure as if
I could dance
O Dusty Fletcher
of the open Door
Richard fame
and Pig meat Markham
haming it up on the stage
and Tim Moore
in black face and
Sisle and Blaje
Shuffle Along
and Creams doing
their thing
take back to
to the birth of jass
an American
indigenous music
that will always last
behind the jass
lies the blues
take me back
to Bessie Smith busting
out her voice without
a mic she sang
in the southern tents
you gave me ohio
am feelin' tomorrow
like I feel today
I'll pack my trunk
and make a get-a-way
you gave me
the Dark Town
Stullers nature is you is
or is you aint
my baby as true
as Avon long
tap tap tap
clap clap clap
snake up the
Lindy Hop
truckin' down
to the very brick
American's daughter
Josephine Baker
and chocolate
Dandies along
with Baby Florence Mills
cake walking child of six
you gave me
dark Eddie greenfield
never had no happiness
never felt no one's cress
I'm just a lonesome bit
of humanity
born on a Friday, I guess
you gave me Mr Paul Robeson
as Emperor Tones
because All God's Chullun
got wings aint Clarence
muse got it too
don't you want to be free
year round before
the soul is gone home free
sometimes I'm up
sometimes I'm down
sometime I'm almost
to the ground
Oh yes lard
is it true that
some of us are
as light as the
Slayton's Jubilee
Singers you brought
and strange fruits
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What cause my words
what sword of penetration
that shapes an alien was
and stone along the way
of pairs that falls as rain
comfort words rules
the day more mind of winds
more thick thought
jostling the scarce copse
bead words like merchandise
weepings of given loves
the holiest word is
never on the tongue
my tongue bears the scars
of foolish passion stolen
sharp and last loose
to nook the ravishment
that thrills pain as rain
and tears madrigal flow
melting snow in St. Louis
words of her streets
the Lou who do
to you too
saint Lou the lady with
murder in her eyes
crys the cry
of just getting by
her rueful ways
words busy as bees
meaning things
bees buzz and bees dance
of where to find
the sweetest of words
the ingratiate of words
bower bones utterings
exquisite as words
never ment to be heard
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His love is like
a thump in the eye
talkin' to me
and then
was that
you want to\pull my cards out
you strong enough
to be a bold
flood that will
be all places
please my love was like
a good job done
but I knew we
was not going in there
for a win.
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Crying tears of blood
from the hands
stigmata stigma
of the galaxy
an offering to
the Gods that be
in harassed on the banks
of colors wild\in the streets
the gateway to God
the Galaxy washes me over
give your flowers and candles
o God that bathe
in the galaxy
pray the light
the bell's rings
the light that light
the cleaning that
check the door
the rain is a
hematologist
it is a bleeding
disorder of life
it just came after
the washing of the dirt
crying creatures
crowing from the deep
the devolution
of feet bleeding
their tracks across my face
my eyes, my sight
my cries of why, why, why
the weight of my blood
my squat my plasma
Velcros cloyed with emotions
hacked up within
what I call my personal
world twinkle bleeds
I have seen it before\
in the mirror that
always looks for me.
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My love sucked
in his throat like
a seed I a joint.
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A banana leaf
bird brain born
bird brain sebaceous
bird's eye view
is jigger then our.
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Winter is up to no good
masturbating as spring
becoming me to cast off
my coat and sweaters
and go nude into
back yard and dance as things
turning green yes winter is up
to no good of something.
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question asked
why is is is
what other song
maybe zs iz iz.
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Tail along the peak
found a fair man
named man and
he can man me
sexual.
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O what matter of man
my fancy seeks
what lovely sauce
and stature with
a bit of fat
what size of his contentment
what kind of man relish
my heart with wooing
words and perceived
sexual wants
I know not but
take them as they come
for all black men
are beautiful
under the gracious sun.
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The natural pain
of a broken heart
the love losted
torn apart
will not be gained
less first love came
such is the way
of the human man..
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How am I to
win him to my will
within the wilderness
of his silent
silent still
the enduring smile
that he gives
is a fertile ground
from which shall
grow a love that knows
the knowing
I saw him
on the bus]
sitting along
as I passed he looked up
he smile and should I
take this as an invertebrate
to sit beside him and see
up close
the grace of his smile.
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Five by the knot of grace
no weapons against this love
shall profit
we are wonderful made
in love
this love is the key of avid
this love is a seed
that God gives
the word of our
love is subject
for our appetite
will we be rewarded.
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A four joint
dine bag
a shift in
the head
looks like I
aint livin life
like I'm dead
toke toke
fills the lungs
water my mind
music exquisite
munches before bed.
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The older
the colder
old woman
in coat
in summer.
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The lieutenants that sighs
it've been caught.
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The same name
to Google me
but O how difference
we all be.
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Glory be in thunderous
sky torn a sunder
its hands and
light a wet wonder
rudely I stand understand
my man lit by the glow
he bend to the blow
dappled this double
love that we know
and proudly show
out of bliss
he swings his hips
in strict he pump
and slenderly greets me
met me skin to skin
each drop of sweat
on his back]holds a tiny moon
full of light
each night we lay
chest to back
prick to butt
when the stock is dealt
and sex release
and passion born
of our sexual needs
are pleased in the
sun light
our love is warm
and dense with desires
we mingle we sigh
from deeply inside
the clouds cap sized
and dump its load
he explode historical
daughters and sons
teeming in the flow
to rest on my inner thigh
such delight
that I feel
being filled and felt
with sexual will
breath in the breeze
as we drift
into sleep.
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My brother
let me fill you
with my will
and a smart heart
a rare air after
laughter a light
of the prism’s c;rarity
let me fling my
wordy wings
aloof over
foot hold and root
for what is won
under sun is
loud as a single cloud
free to drop
the melody
of its load on themselves rich and the poor.
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languished mockery
falls all left but bereft
the piety that be
the gloom of the grave
the sternest phantasies
rules the day
sorrow is honored
in an aerial way
and the cornices corridors
through the halls
is foliage green
with cross flowers
and malign
conquerors of virgins
boys eighteen of years
but they are green
and not to my taste
the mature fluted blow
is more my pleasure.
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I was flash-blaster
before p t for daring
to be me
I know that
the unit is the key
away from
Geavdosand
what fabulists there be
my brothers
are Oscar mike
by now even
the single-digit midgets
some call me
speed bump
I snafu my mad pad
I tease twerps
and turkey my peeks
I am no Rummy's dummy
I am on yalla
for getting waxed.
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I am the IR
the Information Retrieval
Boolean bother somely
harvested by Tokenizing words
I have done my linguistic weaponry
to death and still the token attack
I have lived the implementation
of posting lists
like licking the
tongue to taste myself
I have collected
all the documents unit
and indexed all my
determent vocabularies
the tokenization has began
and still the monk as sequence
to its ambiguities.
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Malcolm X had a revelation
at mecca this shows the power regardless
workin' in a man's life such power is a
dangerous thing when used by other men
who are up to no good John brown
was moved by the same affirmation and
Nat Turner our brother in the life
infused Malcolm who took his turn
hustling the streets
net by defense
name his fearful frown in him
sane as to revolt against slavery this being true
then it is no wonder that black folks
flock to Christians churches and T V
giving away their hard earned cash
to preaches who got it in good with God
as they say the lie of the day
and will pray for you since they along got the ear
pray just for you a little mare
yesterday i got an email
form a white gay student at Indeanna
University calling my work a mixture of Ginsberg Whitman.
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jazz jasm
spirit spank
popping a nut
jism jizz
jaser teas
jass the heat
the passion
sport as jazz
jazz ball blue
jazz curve
hit new
jazzer
rough jag ball
wobble gives
me the jazz
jazzing me in
nightingale am full
of jazz old as
my ass this jazz
i pf maker
of ebullience spurt
one with the jazzing
of me
jazz that I make
jaz kinda jazz
jessis vigor
jazz is energy
jeism is effervescence
of spirit joy any pep
magnetism and virulent
ebullience toward
courage happiness
of the oh
jazz is enthusiasm
music submerged
it works within
it works within us
blues is jazz and
jazz is blues tinted
jazz put a runty
into the legs
of blues
jass has
the bluest streak
words are
the jazz color
Zi ware
jazz is
bang syncopation
in the tango belt
ny heart beat
is the original
dixieland jass band
jazz is jazbo brown
kazz is jade
jad band jab
jism in them
whorehouse of
storyville
jazz is speed
Charles Parker
breath bloom
like billows
of burning strew
in the church
of the heart
jaz him up
put him in jazz
jazz is janwanza
and jasmine
the prostitutes
perfume jazz
is Jezebel
jazz is improvised
emoting excitement
restlessness of breath
extendability sexual
jazz is a show
of ornamentation
of musical sounds
rhythms colorful
sensations that excites
jazz is fantastic
and grotesque
in its intercourse
jazz was slave
brought from Africa
as a seed the
voodoo jazz seed
zazz is trumpet
tom-boning toy-boys
of the tubas
and Africa drums
as poor as Negroes
jazz escape physical
labor jazz is
creole gumbo
instruments to
our ears
the rhythm and the
scales all African
all Jim crow creoles
jazz gives
European music
practical creativity
and emotional intensity
that they lack
black jazz is poor
jazz is rhythms
like jazz in warm dark
of dick a red
light speculation a suck
a lick up the ass
is jazz jism
riding down my leg
jazz is acceleration
of rhythm without
speeding it up
jazz is an African
strand of rhythm
music overly jass jazz
fucked my ass
you jass man of class
chase the jazz
chasse recherche
l e mate jazz-bo.
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When the wind is flesh
and a quiet moon bust
the silver asses
will be full of bird's blood
there there and there too
the note on the loan
is raining and due
joust your guises
as if as is ever was
the mites bells
sings just because
they are candelabras
of tongues impossible
migrations of dark people
on the wild track
of my veins within
my arms
when and when again
the waves of aches
crotch and the advances
of once being villages
vigorously swollen the waters
that is my flow to control
swell and attack degradation
procurer raging to a barn
leaving me Puritan
into a new spurn understanding
of things and shifting changes
that make my Settian brothers
to black men exchange
to understand there is a
muscle of a man
Cleo irresistible is his wisdom
elder waiting is his court
the moon's ablution
illuminate earth's
with spiked gold-collar
he flogs the land
into summer still
nature dear nature
re dam again
and leave man's audacity
to burn within
mercy his throat
for his lurk of as lack of
when green things
are caged like
animals of zoos
the dove is made of clay
we are no longer
navel people
no longer drowned moons
nor ancestral fishes
ancestral vibrations
strung ourselves]reaching for what
some god was sent
a men-chile
to save the hierarchies
of fathers and sons
needs to foot stool
their women
you can not take
a crumb of God and
feed the masses
it is all or nothing
the brotherhood of black whole
heatedly lasso the veneration of my
tyrannical inquiries
my pocket full of diggers
of tourniquet torture
after all i am man
a creature unwilling
to face the beast
that he is an optionality
in all things i who raped
myself and I who
pity with my tears and work
my brave meditation
as a germination
licked into your month
tongue to tongue to lay down
i am a race that thirst
and hunger as if
to you was I summoned
to hold my intimate wonder
of the cuts of my wounds
God is the figurehead
but he have no power
man do best what he do
man controls the work \
of the lord
the orchard breaking along
the shores precipitation spits
like a belt of fierce obstinacy
demand of the diggers
the poets only the truth
the sterile stepping
stones ans beings
them here for us human
to see like hangings
the bodies'sweight
of each man from a true
cruelties for tea muzzles
and crumpet dames
the night vigil to guard
the primordial fire
that burns bright it's fermium
in the gulf of rocks
sace the world
of its treasures
save the tongue
for juices
raised your new york
of your birth and
and save the ferocity of horror
wars on the gracious earth
is a street light of squared dears
it's shavings of top soil
full of pestilence
it's fills of unforgettable days
smaller then what
is dissolves of you.
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