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 


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