We belong to the Earth.....not the other way around.
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None of us is as strong as all of us....
I got Warhol-ized! design by Anandi Premlall Did you know....
Human activities have caused some 500 bird species worldwide to go extinct over the past five millennia. The predominant cause of species loss is habitat destruction.
Polar bears and hippos have joined the ranks of species threatened with extinction from climate change, unregulated hunting and other man-made dangers. More than 16,000 species of animals and plants are at risk of disappearing.
Rainforests cover only 7% of the earth's land surface, but they contain more than half of the species on earth.
Lightning flickers from the clouds to the ground somewhere in the United States 25 million times each year. An average of 67 people is killed by this lightning each year.
An oak tree produces about 50,000 acorns in a good season. Only a handful actually survive in just the right conditions to grow into trees.
Since 1980, the earth has experienced 19 of its 20 hottest years on record, with 1998 the hottest and 2002 and 2003 tied for second.
Over the course of 50 years, a single tree can generate $31,250 of oxygen, provide $62,000 worth of air pollution control, recycle $37,500 worth of water, and control $31,500 worth of soil erosion.
The Amazon River basin contains 20% of the world's fresh water.
We all have a voice, a heart, and a mind. Stand up! When all three are used together, we can create positive energy that can move mountains. Stand up! Use your voice! Make a difference.
As instruments come to life through breath
the wind sends my high notes to indigo communions
with Coltrane's "Favorite Things"
...this is my body
which is given for you,
this is my blood
which is shed for you...
my love like the wind, uncaged
blows time into timeless whirlpools
transfiguring fear and all of it's subordinates
(possession, jealousy, fear)
into crumbling dried leaves
my love
is the winds slave
and, thus is free
my love
is the wind that is shaped
as it passes through the lips of earthly vessels
becoming words of wisdom
songs of freedom
or simply hot air
my love is the winds song
if it is up to me, i'll never die.
if it is up to me, i'll die tomorrow
one-thousand times in an hour
and live seven minutes later
if it is up to me, the sun will never cease to shine
and the moon will never cease to glow
and i'll dance a million tomorrows
in the sun rays of the moon waves
and bathe in the yesterdays of days to come
ignoring all of my after thoughts
& preconceived notions
if it is up to me,
if it is up to me.
and thus my love:
untainted
eternal
the wind is the moons imagination wandering:
it seeps through cracks
explores the unknown
and ripples the grass
my love is my souls imagination
how do i love thee?
imagine
Sometimes it takes greater courage to listen in silence then to stand up and speak out.
My Philosophy
Inner breathlessness,
Outer restlessness
By the time I caught up to freedom I was out of breath
Grandma asked me what I'm running for
I guess I'm out for the same thing the sun is sunning for
What mothers birth their young'uns for
And some say the spirit is coming for
For all I know the earth is spinning slow
Suns at half mast cause masses ain't aglow
On bended knee,
Prostrate before an altered tree
I've made the forest suit me
Tables and chairs
Papers and prayers
Matter versus spirit
A metal ladder
A wooden cross
A plastic bottle of water
A Mandela encased in glass
A spirit encased in flesh
Sound from shaped hollows
The thickest of mucus released from heightened passion
A man that cries in his sleep
A truth that has gone out of fashion
A mode of expression
A paint splattered wall
A carton of cigarettes
A bouquet of corpses
A dying forest
A nurtured garden
A privatized prison
A candle with a broken wick
A puddle that reflects the sun
A piece of paper with my name on it
I'm surrounded
I surrender
All
All that I am I have been
All I have been has been a long time coming
I am becoming all that I am
The spittle that surrounds the mouth-piece of the flute
Unheard, yet felt
A gathered wetness
A quiet moisture
Sound trapped in a bubble
Released into wind
Wind fellows and land merchants
We are history's detergent
Water soluble, light particles, articles of cleansing breath
Articles amending death
These words are not tools of communication
They are shards of metal
Dropped from eight story windows
They are waterfalls and gas leaks
Aged thoughts rolled in tobacco leaf
The tools of a trade
Barbers barred, barred of barters
Catch phrases and misunderstandings
But they are not what I feel when I am alone
Surrounded by everything and nothing
And there isn't a word or phrase to be caught
A verse to be recited
A man to de-fill my being in those moments
I am blankness, the contained center of an "O"
The pyramidic containment of an "A"
I stand in the middle of all that I have learned
All that I have memorized
All that I've known by heart
Unable to reach any of it
There is no sadness
There is no bliss
It is a forgotten memory
A memorable escape route that only is found by not looking
There, in the spine of the dictionary the words are worthless
They are a mere weight pressing against my thoughtlessness
But then, who else can speak of thoughtlessness with such confidence
Who else has learned to sling these ancient ideas like dead rats held by
their tails
So as not to infect this newly oiled skin
I can think of nothing heavier than an airplane
I can think of no greater conglomerate of steel and metal
I can think of nothing less likely to fly
There are no wings more weighted
I too have felt a heaviness
The stare of man guessing at my being
A man making offerings to the after-future
Sculpting rubber tree forests out of worn tires and shoe soles
A nation unified in exhale
A cloud of smoke
A native pipe ceremony
All the gathered cigarette butts piled in heaps
Snow covered mountains
Lipsticks smeared and shriveled
Offerings to an afterworld
Tattoo guns and plastic wrappers
Broken zippers and dead eyed dolls
It's all overwhelming me
oak and elming me
I have seeded a forest of myself
Little books from tall trees
It matters not what this paper be made of
It's all overwhelming me
Oak and elming me
I have seeded a forest of myself
Little books from tall trees
On bended knee
Prostrate before an altered tree
I've made the forest suit me
Tables and chairs
Papers and prayers
Matter versus spirit
Through meditation I program my heart to beat break-beats and hum basslines in exhalation.
What Gives Me Hope
Equate rhyme with reason.Sun with season.
Our cyclical relationship to phenomenon has encouraged scholars to erase the centers of periods, thus symbolizing the non-linear character of cause and effect.
Reject mediocrity!
Your current frequencies of understanding outweigh that which as been given for you to understand. The current standard is the equivalent of an adolescent restricted to the diet of an infant. The rapidly changing body would acquire dysfunctional and deformative symptoms and could not properly mature on a diet of apple sauce and crushed pears light years are interchangeable with years of living in darkness. The role of darkness is not to be seen as, or equated with, ignorance, but with the unknown, and the mysteries of the unseen.
Thus, in the name of:
Robeson, God's son, Hurston, Ahkenaton, Hathsheput, Blackfoot, Helen, Lennon, Khalo, Kali, The Three Marias, Tara, Lilithe, Lourde, Whitman, Baldwin, Ginsberg, Kaufman, Lumumba, Ghandi, Gibran, Shabazz, Siddhartha, Medusa, Guevara, Guardsieff, Rand, Wright, Banneker, Tubman, Hamer, Holiday, Davis, Coltrane, Morrison, Joplin, Dubois, Clarke, Shakespeare, Rachmninov, Ellington, Carter, Gaye, Hathoway, Hendrix, Kutl, Dickerson, Ripperton, Mary, Isis, Theresa, Plath, Rumi, Fellini, Michaux, Nostradamus, Nefertiti, La Rock, Shiva, Ganesha, Yemaja, Oshun, Obatala, Ogun, Kennedy, King, four little girls, Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Keller, Biko, Perone, Marley, Shakur, Those Still Aflame.And the countless un-named.
We claim the present as the pre-sent, as the hereafter. We are unraveling our navels so that we may ingest the sun. We are not afraid of the darkness, we trust that the moon shall guide us. We are determining the future at this very moment. We now know that the heart is the philosophers' stone. Our music is our alchemy.
We stand as the manifested equivalent of 3 buckets of water and a hand full of minerals, thus realizing that those very buckets turned upside down supply the percussion factor of forever. If you must count to keep the beat then count. Find you mantra and awaken your subconscious. Carve your circles counterclockwise. Use your cipher to decipher, Coded Language, man made laws. Climb waterfalls and trees, commune with nature, snakes and bees.
Let your children name themselves and claim themselves as the new day for today we are determined to be the channelers of these changing frequencies into songs, paintings, writings, dance, drama, photography, carpentry, crafts, love, and love.
We enlist every instrument: Acoustic, electronic. Every so-called race, gender, and sexual preference. Every per-son as beings of sound to acknowledge their responsibility to uplift the consciousness of the entire World.
If I were Mayor, I'd make the world a better place by
Make evil monopolist coporations give their christmas bonuses to people that truly need it.
What/who changed my life and why
My Mother, for giving me strength and teaching me to never waiver in my beliefs my dreams or my direction.
"Next time you feel there isn't enough time to do something, remember that your day is no shorter than Michelangelo's, Da Vinci's, Albert Einsteins,...."
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"I entreat you, I implore you, I exhort you,I challenge you: To speak with conviction.
To say what you believe in a manner that bespeaks the determination with which you believe it.
Because contrary to the wisdom of the bumper sticker, it is not enough these days to simply QUESTION AUTHORITY.
You have to speak with it, too."
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"Through meditation I program my heart to be breakbeats, and hummed basslines in exhalation."
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"Every tool is a weapon if you hold it right."
"We live in a complex world, a world that is constantly trying to knock us
out of rhythm with the natural world.We must allow ourselves the chance
to return to our rhythm of life."
-Thoreau
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"The rain has stopped,
The clouds have drifted away,
And the weather is clear again.
If your heart is pure,
Then all things in your world are pure.
Abandon this fleeting world,
Abandon yourself,
Then the moon and flowers will guide you along the Way."
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