Category Archives: spokenword

Crows

Posted on November 9, 2013 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

In conversation with Crows ancient obsidian sentries of the gate between worlds they remind me to stand in my integrity to know what I know and stay the path WolfHawkJaguar told me “Don’t give up before the miracle happens” I … Continue reading →

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Built to carry weight

Posted on August 29, 2013 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

I will still stand up  even if it all falls down Stand & deliver flying over shaking ground That be my measure for all you that  come to weigh I am good in the storm My Gods built me to … Continue reading →

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Pragmatic Optimism

Posted on August 21, 2013 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

The figs did not ripen this year nor did the dreams of democracy in the land of the free the hard green fruit only skin and seeds absent the flesh necessary to sustain the living who are left with only … Continue reading →

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home in the graveyard

Posted on February 7, 2013 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

brothers hug corner dreamstil they bleedcuz that’s allthey own i woke up lastnight dreamed i built me a homeI pray my grave is not the only land I ever own

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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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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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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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