Go to the people, live with them, love them, learn from them work with them, start with what they have build on what they know and in the end when the work is done the people will say , we have done it ourselves!

lao tzu

Lyrical Innsurrection
Category: Writing and Poetry

OK ..., im finally makimg it back from "taking a break from working on my page because it was driving me crazy". Just got back from cincy, and i had planned to be there for only a day. But i had a great at Lyrical Insurrection (and its not just because they are spoken word spot that sets out food) i ended up being in cincy for two days.
The first night was wonderful, i really enjoy seeing conscious minds it is such a relief from the Commercial minds here in KY. Its good to be close to an area where the black women understand "sistah you dont need a perm to look good". "you look good because the goddess created you in her image, so you dont need your hair done every other week, or gucci, or maybeline and what ever else people use to cover their 'faults'. Ok, Ok ,I'm getting off my soap box now. Besides the twisted up locks the poetry was really good the drinks were stiff and i couldnt drive back.

I ended up going back to KY in the am, picked up my check from work, Nam (my partner in Rhyme) and turned around and went back up to Cinci. Babas which is the name of the venue is between the hood and U.C and i had no idea what to expect.. I had been told that it was a college suburbanite crowd, so i figured it was going to be a bit dry.....but oh my god!!!!!.... that place was full of energy as well as talent. The d.j and M.c was hot, the poets were strong, rappers were good, and the singers were incredible. Every 1sth and 3rd thursday i will be @ Babas.

Its now 4 pm on friday and my hangover has receeded enough for me to struggle with developing this myspace page

until later peace

b blessed

b falcon

we will be meeting aug 11th this saturday @ 2:00pm @ Ink tank world hq 1311 Main Street 45202.
this is a informational q&a session. we wil be introducing our selves to the community and recruiting volunteers for the non-profit and our first hip hop awarness weekend. come as you are with a open mind.
Hakiym

the insurrection is still on fire and we bout to burn it down again with fatal prose 2night
2442 gilbert ave
greenwich jazz club

"Beloved"
The magic that exist between our lips is magnetic,
Attracting us strongly as we grow closer,
We resemble the earth and the moon,
Coinciding together naturally under the power of love,
You're the burning flame at the center of my very existence,
Your love breaths life into my lungs,
With out you I feel chocked and cannot breath,
When you are gone, I feel like I'm in a state of inertia,
Frozen alone in a place that could be so cold,
A desolate lonely soul,

To remember my beloved keeps me warm like sunrise,
To embrace and hold you keep me grounded
Secure like a ship anchored at sea.

Love is the shore of safety,
And you are my star that shines in the darkness
Guiding to salvation,
I am humbled to dust beneath your throne,
The dust the most high created us from.

Trapped in this void of purgatory, Sheol,
The bazark
Dead to the world
You shined your heavenly light upon me,
You resurrected me with your love,

The spark in the five levels of your heart
Is more powerful then 5,000lighting bolts
Your appearance more stunning then thunder,

Your rain washing my soul
Reviving our love,
Bringing to fruition the ultimate symbol of our love,

THE ROSE
,
Oh how I wish to smell your divine fragrance,
The fragrance of saints,
The fragrance of angels,
The essence of love,

God is love,
When love is manifested it is beauty,
You are beautiful,
My love,
My lover,
My beloved,
I love God
The reflection of perfection in you,
Bringing about peace,
I submit to God,
I submit to love.

Nothingness

Sometimes I wish I didn't exist,
Evaporate into the mist of nothingness.
I'm just a faint memory in the back of your mind,
When you try to recall me, you say never mine…
Never mind the mind was never clever enough to pull the lever of time,
I'm tripping this must be the acid dripping off of my spine.

No holy scriptures, pictures or babies by bitches to remember me by,
Just a faint electrical current that breezed through third eye,
I wish to die before I've died,
So I commit suicide.

Born again, again born within the mist of genocide where I must abide reside for a time.
Once again up this steep mountain I must climb, but why…

Why are we born to live?
Live to die?
Die to live forever and sever our ties with the material earth,
And merge with the cosmic multi-verse,
Secret behind the secret within the secret I search.
For some a debt they must reimburse,
Waiting to see the worst.

Self oppression is the reason the world is so cold,
and why some things that shine are sometimes illusions in this reality like fame and gold…

as I pull the trigger releasing the potential energy of four five taking my last breath.
I see depth.

My travels

Have you ever thought about time traveling?
The universe unraveling, unraveling the muti-verse?
indeed we are kings and Queens that rule the earth,
created from pure energy,
so I've always been and I always will be,
Make two rakats salat to tap into my chi,

Gaining Ones Definition will manifest my mission,
Split atoms to find the spiritual composition,
Opening mortal portals to parallel dimensions,
Black holes, worm holes and the seven abodes,
I'm talking to yet created souls,
And ancient hero's that froze their foes with just-ice
Astral project to take in the sight's.
The birth and death of stars,
the face and pyramid built on mars
embracing the meditation reading incantations in pharaohs tomb
step inside a cavern that led to the earths womb,
born again,
again born like a rose in full bloom,
to consume the bright sunlight being reflected through the triple stages of darkness of the enveloping night.
The black nation fight for right with the united snakes,
And suffer from lynching, physical and spiritual rapes,
by tom's billy bob and jakes,
and slaves escapes to northern states that sometimes turn out to be a mistake.

Jim crow died but his sons are alive and well,
They ostracize demoralize, and criminalize kids as adult's and send them upstate to hell.
This may seem like some senseless babble but this is the realty of realties of my travels.

Thief

I shall hide in my poem,
So that I may kiss your lips as you recite it
Filling it's essence of a heart delighted.

Last night my soul transcended time and space,
I sat upon your bed and gazed
upon your sweet face,

love came and filled my veins and flesh
with out thee oh beloved I cannot rest
thy goodness I cannot measure
for you are that hidden treasure

your secret I will conceal and mines you will not tell
as dawn approached I knew I had to return to my hell
the loneliness of separate separated separation I know all to well

O beloved I came to you at night fall as dream
but now I must leave,
you cried out "Oh Capture the thief" there was know thief it was I the lover that stole one last look at your face prior to returning to this desolate lonely place

Divine Prince
Hakiym

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As I stand here on the wretched path of life,

A wave of darkness sadness and

Gloom overwhelm me.

 

I'm surrounded in enveloping nocturnal darkness,

As far as the eye can see,

 

My life is in a state of abnormal and corrupt pessimism,

I'm my own intellectual bubonic plague,

A troublesome nuisance,

That causes my own spiritual antagonism,

 

My once joyous and mystic spirituality

now a void of nothingness,

my desiccated but liberated self wasn't going for it,

 it wanted paradise,

silk thrones of gold brocade,

 in the shade of the essence of the presence of l.i.f.e.s lessons 

 

I realized that the spiritual mental disorganization & confusion,

Was the resultant feeling of frustration and agonizing discomposure of g.o.ds soul-jah in materialistic illusions,

My prison, my hell

As I travel down this treacherous black path I know all to well,

I see illumination a sparkle of light,

The voice within told my atoms to listen and every thing would be alright,

This is l.i.f.e…

 

A self sacrificing path,

A warriors way,

Not for brittle, easily broken, glass bottle people,

Stand on truth defeat your evil,

The soul is tested here by sheer terror,

And the sword of destiny will separate the real from the fake and make things clearer,

 

The cloak of the enveloping darkness has dissolved,Problems resolved.

A new day, new beginning has begun,

my heart stand between the setting mystical moon and the rising crimson sun.

 

as I travel down the mystical path of reunion

I submit to the universal law system  full of wisdom,

my ascension to God and holy communion.  

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I meditate as a gentle sentinel,

Protecting and cultivating my peoples mental,

Journeying into man's pineal gland,

To overstand,

And take a message like Remy shand,

I hear a celestial voice from my Heavenly past,

So I prostrate on green grass,

And watched the overcast gloom and the storm clouds pass,

How I asked did this tremendous task come to pass?

There was a deep sigh,

Follow by a silent but manifest reply,

"Look toward the sky trough your third eye,

Spin like kingly hair,

Like blood in the vein,

And the atoms that forms the air,

Bringing rains

Enabling you to travel the astral plane,

Are you prepared?

Your heart is the fountain of truth for you

To quench the thirst of the earth's youth,"

The temple is shaking,

The vision is fading,

The voice starts stating it's time to awaken

I'm channel emotions sailing a endless ocean to bring the vision of this mission into fruition

annilating into the annilated annilation,

I begin to awaking from this meditation with the revelation,

And a missive for my nation…