If Miles
Never played his horn
I wouldn't have been able
To make out
Those sketches of Spain
If Coltrane
Didn't keep
To his dream
I'd've never
Felt
A love Supreme
Would've been flat
To the Ella Scats
Missed the Gift
Of the Dizzy rifts
Saddened not to see
The summer time
Of Sarah's Serenade
Or the Beauty beyond
Billie's Blues
But because of Bop
Hip Hop
Monk Mike Prince
And Faruq
I can make
This jukebox juke
Like Herbie
Into
Indigos
Moods of Bleu
I may be
The only
Patron Saint
Of the
16th Street
Church of God in Ace
But I will
Continue
To make
A joyful noise
In this place
To be at peace
With myself
To spite
The world
And all of its disgrace
That says it's ok
To raise hell with a bullet
Because you're afraid
My fears
Only exist
To make me
A better artist
So tell me America
With all the good vibes
We have brought
To you and all of your families
In sight and sound
What picture
Are you
Trying
To paint?
#7
I sit
In the back
Like
Pops on the porch
Sipping ice tea lemonade
Watching
Looking
For
The
Signs o the times
That he read
And
Preached about
From
The good book
I just scribe poems
While he knew
The messages
In all the songs
That kept
All of us Strong
From
Ekstine to Mahelia and Aretha
Billie to Whitney
From the stoop
Of
An ant
To
The heights
Of
The Himalayan
Hibiscus Histories
I've read
The palms
Of
Infant destinies
To see
Stars cluster
Like
Orc clouds
In spite of
Borg Cube assimilations
Seeking
To keep
Nightmares of the dream
Alive
But
The anti-matter that matters
To our
Warped drive
Is that
Family is still
Engaged
Across dimensions
All throughout time
Its a lot to think about
Weighs heavy
On my mind
But as i sit there
Staring out
Onto
Clay street from
My
Zone 8
Point of view
I Know
The sun
Will continue
To shine
Regardless of Presidents
And
Landings
On the
Moon
I feed myself ego
To
Transcend
The Paradox
Of
Causation
I love
Like good bacteria
Sometimes
Eating
More than my share
I sing
In Black and White
With my fingers
To express
The full electromagnetic
Spectrum
Of my
Divinity
Brass
Is my herald
To
Remember
Miles Beyond
the Sphere
Of my reality
Is
Splatched
In A silent way
In the full volume
Of my destiny
I study the Aethoms
To assimilate the Aethers
Into my heaven
Transcending thought
Beyond my cerebral Infinity
I walk the KOSMOS
to dance in eternal dreamscapes
Of
Omnipotent songs
El I Jah
Spoken in AnkhenAtonaKhan
120 X Power Endless increments
Imagination infinite dimensions
Omniversal Ominous
Electrocardiograph
Rhythmic in sentience
7Hand instruments
So you can here
My
He
Art
Be
At
One
Mind
Over
Matter
If I don’t mind
It doesn’t
Matterialize
aeuthymic
Fusion
Abstract
I dare you
To
Let me
Love you
The way
God does
Some
Will
Lose their breath
Others
Will write poems
Sing songs
Ooooom
My light
Shifts
Round About Midnight
Keyed West
Canvassed mirrors
Moor known
Than forgotten
Present like
All Tomorrow’s
Yesterday
Formless
Like unknown nouns
Amorphous like
Kosmic verbs
Seen Unseen
Invisibly Visible
Laughing like
Thunder Rain
eyes
Like Hurricanes
In the
Vortex
Of
Apotheosis
Was is Was
Djedi Ninet
I
Believe
In
Love
And
Learn
Knowing Water
I drink
I AM
Books of Doors
Astaralic Celestinate
Digital Diametric
Divine Diatomic
Pa
Na
Ra
Mic
Introspective dialogues
I run With the gazelles
Of the Serengeti
Planes
I Soar with the Eagles and Falcons
To Kilimanjaro and Everest
Ankhebulan animates the essence
Of my reality
The Originator
Inspires my vibration
My Song
Is the Ascension
Of Praises
To the Most High
The introspective dialogues
Are relative IntraSpheres
Circumnavigating the KOSMIC inference
Transcendental elementals
Elevated beyond the paradox
Permeating the Aether
Harmonizing the colors of sound
Rhythmic Neters of
Acoustic acumen
Vibratory parallels traversing timelines
In alignment with Akashic awareness
Peace
Like the paradigms of paradise
Love like Water and Fire
Speaking the speech
Of trees
Rooted in the deepest depths
Of the dimensions of light
In oneness
With KOSMIC awakening
The pantomime of moonphase
That Christens Sun talk
Spoken in the tongues
Of the Lions Roar
And the crocodiles share a feast
Between one stomach
Saging the memories
Of The Elephantine Hannibalisms
Climbing the medicine staff
The wings of the serpents fans
The flames
Of my spirit spit
My water dance rhythmics
My thunder walk
Seeding the sky
With the Mana Loas to feed the
Hungry ghost
Freedom
Is the acoustics of the mind
That liberates the thought
Reverberating time
Like the Cyclone
Seasons of sacrifice
I am He
I am she
Kosmic Elixir
Of
Solar solace
Wonderfunk of the Nile
Acid teeth of the Amazon
Hemp trip of the Himalayas
Pink salting my path
For the whale wisdom
Free like Galapagos
Caught
In timelessness
And infinite rebirths
I am
Thelonious Shock therapy
In a Coltrane nod
Miles in Madagascar
Billie in Baltimore
Making a move
Back to Michigan
Before she sang the blues
I am
The teardrops of temperament
Realizing heaven
Beyond all the hell that breaks loose
I am a Time corridor before
I science or smartwatches
Ice Cafes or ink blotches
I am a song
In a perfect storm
Of horns
Moor than Able Africa
In America
Original Asiatic
Speaking in
Tongues es of Tehuti Ah