[ A WHISP OF VISUALITY] DEDICATED TO Ingrid Dunbar. THE PHOTO IS OF HER AS WELL.
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/eb_3awSje68
You blow my visuality to shreds when I sneak a glance at your layers... the core wherein thou resideth.
A strong wind in the emptiness of my deep space where flaps of tattered dreams swirl.
Where the steps that descend stand so steep.
Sometimes all a warrior has is an image of a queen when he confronts the enemy on the field of battle.
Memories of a kind word and a gentle brush of connectivity in a cold cold world.
All drapped out in your thickness... African allusions in babylon.
Nefertiti in profile as you invade the stratosphere of a mans planetary being.
My visuality increases in the knowing of you... the shades of your tones.
We are but parts of the whole as the universe expands and contracts on a plane of souls.
Visuality of an empress drapped in timeless splendor plays in the depths of a poets mind.
HAMZAHFARUQ
[ARE BLACK (AFRICAN AMERIKKKAN) PEOPLE LOST?]
THERE IS NO MUSIC FOR THIS SHAMEFUL TALE...
Sometimes I see shit that makes me just ashamed to be black in America.
http://cnn.com/video/data/2.0/video/crime/2012/03/19/bts-florida-martin-teen-shooting-witnesses.wkmg.html
The case of Trayvon Martin is yet another instance of legalized murder and only serves to prove all the shit that I say when pertaining to the condition of Africans in Amerikkka.
A white man has gotten away with murder so far and it seems that the U.S.KKK was going to turn a blind eye to it yet once again. It seems rather redundant that I gotta keep talking about the same fucking things time after time... that I gotta keep beating the same horse.
Listen up black people that could have been your son, your brother or your cousin out there. Shit if you are a black man it could have been you out there. What makes it okay for the police to terrorize us in our neighborhoods or even get the right to decide who should go to jail? What makes it right that in so many cases when they say a jury of peers it does not apply in our case. What makes it right is the fact that so many black people live with latent fears of white people and the the white system.
To many black people are willing to spill each others blood but talk of revolution turns them into scared little slaves who are to afraid to do anything. I know that most have you have seen this behavior in the work place where the shit talkingest black person on the job is still very very afraid of "boss" and in many cases will make sure that "boss knows everything that is happening. Where all the black people know something has to be done but if you were to march to the front office they would all fall off along the way and leave you hanging.
This is exactly what is happening in our neighborhoods all over Amerikkka and the only way to change this attitude is by changing our attitude and the way that we view and react to things.
Oh yeah and even though I know that Jason Russell was trying to put a black face on a problem that was created by white men, I feel that he ignited enough commentary about who really finances Kony (CAN ANYONE SAY THE U.S.K.K.K.?) that they got to him somehow and gave him something. Can anybody say conspiracy?
http://youtu.be/TjdH2LDH5LM
This once again is Hamzah Faruq and I leave you with this message. The best defense is action, not reaction.
PEACE!!!
HAMZAHFARUQ
[THE ORDER OF THINGS]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS JOINT...
http://youtu.be/E92d-2qtl3w
When the desire rises and the nature of a man and a woman reaches it highest height... when the sun and the earth unite.
When two humans pay homage to the most high by consumating and multiplying.
When he feels her and she feels he.
No need for dominance cause all that is just bullshit... something to mess up the master plan.
We fit together because of the need to propagate... to complete the mathematics as decreed by divine proclamation.
The way that your hips flair instantaneously ignites receptors in my primal mind where the keys tap such a seductive song.
When it is realized that just to revolve in the sphere of your circumference and have you revolve in mine is natures sweetest dance.
Spin in your splendor as you radiate.
Such a scintillating tale of us as we increase in magnitude across the expance of our universality.
When the first breath was breathed and the resulting CO2 caused the birth of trees... filled the sea with life.
When a man stood in a garden in ancient Africa from whence came we.
Alpha and Omega... a man and a woman.
In these savage times where your scent washes over my pheromonic senses and sends me spiraling into the sky of we.
Tell me how me sound, hear me loud and clear.
Oh ye African queen.
hamzahfaruq
[DREAMS OF A STROLLING NATURE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS DAYDREAM...
http://youtu.be/TooBg-VqK4c
A walk in the sunshine where the rays bear down and bring dreams of a walking nature.
Where the mind does mental flips and writes the most amazing scripts.
Eyes open yet closed in the face of all this light shining in all its splendor.
The darkest place seems to be in the corners of mens minds as the world opens her arms to embrace the solar winds which become the waves on foreign beaches.
The whispers in the grass at Mashes Sands on the Gulf of Mexico where the psyche goes on a sunny day in Moultrie.
So many who only see the most obvious things so like cattle and sheep as they are lead by their nose rings... a dog yapping at their feet.
There is only one way and it is hidden in plain sight on the other side of all that miseducation that stands in the way.
Dry bones trapped in a deep valley cry out in orchestrated strains of pain and agony.
A dragon fly suspended on a pillow of this manifestation where we reside in the path of the sun.
Take a walk in the sunshine... as you stroll away from the dark.
See.
hamzahfaruq
[JAZZY STATUS FLOW] A COMPILATION FEATURING Summaiyah Rashaud, Theresse SoletItbe Bynum, Angela Williams.
OKAY I REALLY FEEL THAT THIS PIECE NEEDS A SMALL INTRODUCTION. FROM TIME TO TIME I DO STATUSES WHICH ARE DESIGNED TO ELICIT POETIC RESPONSES FROM MY FRIENDS. THIS IS A STATUS I POSTED EARLIER TODAY AND THESE ARE THE LICKS WHICH CAME FROM IT. I LIKE THE MOOD IN THIS PIECE.
THE MUSIC... ON THE JAZZY TIP...
http://youtu.be/dS463tbX-HE
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Can I inspire you to write to this status... conduct a symphony of words so succulent that the juice from speaking them would color your shirt and make future generations strong.
Talk you into revealing a little of your self poetically in any form that you seek to be... a piece of you that echoes in the hall where this orchestra plays... such a poignant melody.
Take me there in your alphabetic tones... jazzy and free.
Will you write with me?
S
Liberated melodies run from the center of my heart & out the tip of my pen; I am the creator of evolutionary ink traveling back centuries to erase original sin; Allowing your ink to dive into the oceans of my soul leaving you wet with creativity; As I continue to drink from your fountain of pleasure & bathing in your poetic ecstasy
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Ahhh so sweet a sound doth thy pen scribe across a page... scribbles akin to the scratching that begins in the deepest recesses of our melanic skin which trickle down in descending notes... so delicately.
Beauty painted in the patterns of the verses of this pool of shining poetics... shimmering as small waves of our sound
T
Returning momentarily from the place of pineal
Where the face of God was sought
I now blow breath upon these words Giving them life.
Speaking them into existence
Poetically
For remembrance,
My cords vibrate the air
Forming an invisible ripple
As a pebble upon a pond.
It extends throughout the air
Continues into the future
Where generations will be waiting.
They will inhale our words,
Which will enter their nostrils
Upon a breeze,
Replenish cells,
And as the sun…
Lie upon their melanin
Soak within
Then
THEY will repeat
This sweet melody of we
Which will vibrate the ai
rAnd begin the inner voyage back
To the place where the face
Must be sought
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How can I reveal poetically about me, you and we?
What words can I use to describe us?
I am, you are, we are the wind that blows to and fro across the plains
, the mountains, the deserts, and the waters.
I am, you are, we are the soil that encompasses the earth
with roots so deep that what lies beneath in darkness
is equally as powerful as what basks in the sun.
I am, you are, we are the mist that touches the skin
like a gentle caress and an embrace of encouragement.
I am, you are, we are the sound of thunder getting ever louder
and ever closersounding the drum to wake us from our deep slumber.
I am, you are, we are the crackle of lightening that charge
sour brain cells to prepare for battle
becoming fully awake of the power possessed.
I am, you are, we are the rains that cleanse and clarify the vision
as the rains come down, the tears flow and the understanding
of greatness is reborn.
I am, you are, we are the quiet storm that washes away the weak
so that all that is left is the twenty percent.
hamzahfaruq/summaiyah/theresse/angela.
I am, you are, we are greatness
standing firmly on our poetic words and poetic actions.
[TO THE POINT] A ONE WORD SUGGESTION BY Parris Davis. THE WORD WAS UBIQUITOUS
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...PLEASE LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/HxS7Zz2EAxQ
Here we are suspended in this brief moment in time that we inhabit for oh so long... oh so short a time.
Mass hypnosis as people find themselves enthralled and deceived by technology and 60 second soundbites.
Ubiquitously lulled into the deepest of sleeps with eyes opened wide
Lemmings poised on the brink of annihillation as the bank crumbles beneath the feet and falls careening into the sea.
Mass extinction of the new nubian as we seem to go the way of the sodomite... 360 degrees as the world rotates in an ordained path.
Institutions of learning that seem to have forgotten the lessons of past civilizations... the attempts at making great strides.
Cliques and initiations that allude to greek knowledge that was stolen from Africans and homogenized in full view of the world.
Mass hysteria as the media paints pictures of thugs all over T.V. screens and in newstands.
Politicians talking bout food stamps while sending jobs overseas and killing babies in foreign lands...
Blaming it on a black man.
This is the state of our nation.
HAMZAHFARUQ
[DO YOU?]
the music for this scribe...
http://youtu.be/Jy3A6WLOhi0
Plainly do you come to me, so like a deep breath before I stand up to confront the day.
Such wonder do I see in you.
I wonder if you see it too?
Empress you are the epitome of change in a fluid world.
I wonder if all you see is the superficial I and not the essential of eye?
Meaning you and me.
We.
Sun and earth fertilization prismatically.
Drifting in the today of yesterday... the futures of tomorrow, cause thats where I dwell.
I view every one of these days as hell, demons on high placing value on life... silver, gold and diamonds are the measure.
If you could see what I see empress you would lie in bed every day and cry cause the road to our destruction has already been paved.
Bodies that lie in armies wake... the dead whispers in dreams as the gone are remembered ... Tuskeegee experiments and miseducated babies learning in hi-tech classrooms.
All I got is these scribes that come so plainly as I think of the strength of the queens who watched sons swing from trees as crows picked at their eyes.
Queens who watch sons go off to the desolation of 10x6 cells... trapped in concrete slaveships docked on dry land.
Born in triple stages of darkness and kept from the light.
Such wonder do I see in you.
I wonder if you see it too?
hamzahfaruq
