Category Archives: Poetry

landless

Posted on February 6, 2013 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

(Art by Karen Seneferu in honor of Kemba “Walking Tree” Shakur at the Joyce Gordon Gallery in Oakland CA) landless gentrified ghetto children in the inner city got grand parents from the country grandparents moved to the city for a … Continue reading →

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First Funeral, 2013

Posted on January 27, 2013 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

Forever young never to be a grand father early in your day the work of you is done you were like the heat that never found the sun the shine resting in the diamond the tune up before the song … Continue reading →

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under fire

Posted on January 23, 2013 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

how do I tell them stop shooting they are being shot at “its like sport” hunting each other because they keep hearing that they are worthless so they disconnect from the god within hunted by everybody else no chance of … Continue reading →

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techno mecca

Posted on July 25, 2012 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

walkin in a new garden technically colored flowers grown in medicated minds stress elevated to art bleeds on concrete freedom sought in recreation of is tagged on trains transient society sold fathers house took a trip to paris to see … Continue reading →

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song

Posted on July 23, 2012 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

wishing I to remember me I sing songs my great grandmother sang so I can remember my grandmother loving me as much as I loved mother I sing to remember the song how it goes and where it has been … Continue reading →

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Un-naturalized

Posted on July 20, 2012 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

are we the ones we

so need someone

when I was little

I waited for some one

to come then I decided

to be someone

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X

Posted on May 19, 2012 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

  living in legend feared revered removed your corpse a sign of contested resistance pouring  oil on paths to cold realities spiritual uprisings and songs of salt water you are forever living dead in myths of truth subverted held in … Continue reading →

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A room full of broken birds

Posted on February 8, 2012 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

the new born still talk to the dead the dead go as the new are born entering and exiting a room full of broken birds called life we are born dying the young man said it life brimming in his … Continue reading →

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New Page

Posted on January 29, 2012 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

mornin dawnin new day upon us sun rising sun shine brand new page get cha news i’m on it brand new day sun rising day dawin brand new day brand new page & if ya reading this ya on it … Continue reading →

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99 Swang / That New Millenium Dime

Posted on November 20, 2011 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

99 sheep woke up/came in from the toxic fields/in search of a song/full of tic bites/wolves against no walls/on a come up/calling bluffs/tea parties full of donkeys&elephants 99 sheep/infiltrated/media affiliated/99 sheep awake/from a long slow dance/a tango w/existence insistent on voicing the relevant/trying … Continue reading →

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