Spoken Word & Freestyle:

[TheBlackPoet]

Peace and blessings to the gods
Who are always watching as we move through time
Settling in the crown of the black mind
Waiting with patience for the correct time
- Until Then -
Black men walketh the earth
Knotted dreads, nappy and bald heads
Not knowing that the black man is god
And the black woman is the moon and the earth
And the black children are the stars

Mentally stripped naked of purpose and aim
Exposed to the elements without purpose or name
- Fear not – you are -
Guarded by the baby planes
- If only you knew, that you are -
Prince of ages
Magi, sorcerers and sages
- If only you knew, that you are -
Building the grave that you’ll later be dumped
- And your corporate salaries and titles are -
slave wages
- My nightmares haunt me! I see GODS! -
Held over in cages
And I see confusion on the young faces
- why must there be such suffering! -
I cannot reveal the esoteric secrets of Osiris
to those who would take it and wear it on t-shirts and ball caps
Talk it like they’re learned mystics and flow it in raps
- ignorance is not bliss -
You don’t yet know what it means to be Black
How to channel your thought tele-kinetically
- Because you are -
Baby souls; unlearned, still speaking phonetically
While the gods and I are ordering universes alphanumerically

You must will yourself to become actualized
- immerse yourself in the truth that baptizes -
23,000 years in the Age of Aquarius
Only 2 more millennia
And we move on with or without you
Traveling to the age of Sagittarius
Of war and conflict
- but you’re not ready to be -
You’re still playing with rims and hallucinogens
A fraction of a fraction of a fraction of that brain
Is all it takes
To open your mind eyes
And see like; be like, cherubim
But your mathematics is retarded
Inundated with lard and false gods
And nothing I say impacts the cerebellum
Like the shot from the Glock
I’m trying to get in
Because the gods will not allow even this
small insignificant outback universe to be occupied by them.
And before that happens
They will set the charges and blow this Milky Way out into oblivion
And I will continue
And you will
Cease…

[nomadicrhymer]

TBP...I love the passion in your poem and the rhythm and beat...I can hear the rise and fall of the flow...the sounds...the base beat in the background...a fabulous "spoken word" poem...it grabs you and holds you through to the end.

Awesome write!
Nomad

[MsJacquiiC]

Oh My! What a wonderful wonderful piece TBP --- The rhythm flow is AWESOME! The content is strictly amazing - I can totally hear this piece as a spoken word with a nice background bass-only... Sounds like the original Black Poets - The ones that sang This Is Madness back in the day - Revolutionary no doubt - but the flow is an inspirational as well:

The Following Text Is Quoted:

- Fear not – you are -
Guarded by the baby planes
- If only you knew, that you are -
Prince of ages
Magi, sorcerers and sages
- If only you knew, that you are -
Building the grave that you’ll later be dumped
- And your corporate salaries and titles are -
slave wages
- My nightmares haunt me! I see GODS! -
Held over in cages
And I see confusion on the young faces
- why must there be such suffering! -

That was my favorite passage - hard to actually "choose" a favorite passage actually, as the entire piece was just right-on... The depth of knowledge you share within this poem is staggering. Then the next few lines followup just beautifully:

The Following Text Is Quoted:

I cannot reveal the esoteric secrets of Osiris
to those who would take it and wear it on t-shirts and ball caps
Talk it like they’re learned mystics and flow it in raps

Makes for a very eloquent piece of poetry. Well done Poet!
Thanx for the sharing AND Welcome to JPiC

Jacquii.

[PaintedDiary]

Dear TBP,

What can I say this is fierce! Raw, full of passion, and is quite exquisite in content and execution. Your wordsmithing is off the chain, and the elegance is on the same level. Taking all the lines in Red and put together is a message in itself, and understood loud and clear.

That last stanza brings it all together...

Because the gods will not allow even this
small insignificant outback universe to be occupied by them.
And before that happens
They will set the charges and blow this Milky Way out into oblivion
And I will continue
And you will
Cease…

I love poetry that makes the affective domain of my brain question my wiring, and I love thought-provoking pieces, and also poetry that makes me do a self evaluation, or is dendritic in nature. You have done just that. Fantabulous piece. I will be watching out for your work, as I see clearly you are one to watch. Loved it and an excellent rating.

{{{~~~***KIM***~~~}}}

[PoetryInMotion]

The Black Poet... This Great! poem inspired these words.

“The stars”

Ignite
In the blackness
Of black
Shining bright
In the whites
Of
Your eyes
~
Sparkling bright
Like the multitude
Of stars
Seen with the naked
Eye
~
We become wicked
Then tamed
Like a lion
Out of its
Den
~
Gods Power
Comes forth
Upon all
Laying hands
On all
~
All being the universe
Of living souls
~
Souls
Wondering
The darkness
Of inner peace
~
Holding hands
For the love of peace
Till the end of time

Arthur Henn

[TheBlackPoet]

The Following Text Is Quoted:

We become wicked
Then tamed
Like a lion
Out of its
Den

very important.... how man is here for a purpose greater than his individuality... , but he still finds the time to become wicked...

yet... in the end... all things will be humbled....

you spoke it into existence Brother!!