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Category Archives: I’m Just Saying!
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…you with us or you not
speak now or mumble on
& that’s what we’ll put in the song…
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#youwillnotkillmetoday (NPM2017 20)
death will come on the day it wants dressed as it pleases at the time he chooses death will come of that there is little doubt how it will be received is the matter here #youwillnotkillmetoday with ignorance because you … Continue reading
1 if by faith (NPM 2017 19)
1 if by faith lined up next to none talking about chances found rolling down hill looking for a way up out of no way 1 if by faith best intentions with the devil over your shoulder young bucks … Continue reading
neither wolf nor sheep (NPM2017 11 )
prophets are often thrown into the lion’s den not knowing true lions are friends to guerilla’s in your midst seeking higher paths upholding righteousness invested in the movement of the pendulum that signifies the moral arc go ask Daniel go … Continue reading
first language (NPM2017 # 7)
one dreams in first language it is the language of prayer first language is where your soul lives where home is when it’s raining fire it’s where we land after falling through the ground we grow from the cathedral that … Continue reading
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xodus: the requiem #1 ballad of struggle seed
struggle seed plays through the narrative like pain oozing from piano keyz underwater bluz the weight of destiny born eyes open privileged to see I never close my eyes ancestors talk to me even if I wanted sleep its test … Continue reading
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Tagged ayodele nzinga, narrative poetry
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black and white (NPM2017 # 4)
imagine me as i am fiercely beautiful a black and white negative growing in the shade of contempt like a desert rose fragrant in the funk of it unbowed refusing to be broken being everything else and then some more … Continue reading
discomfort (NPM2017 # 3)
i tried to paint the picture they shuddered i needed them to see they averted their eyes i needed them to hear they put their hands over their ears they say they want to understand but they can’t stay in … Continue reading
in the beginning (NPM2017 # 1)
in the beginning before the day wakes up i am whole dreaming the world as it should be i fly in my dreams i can see in dreams the dead whisper in dreams i listen they have let go of … Continue reading