Peace & love to all my peoples on BP! This is ya' man Mpiganiaji wa Uhuru (FREEDOM FIGHTER /swahili) aka 'the black panther of black planet'. I wanna say thank you to all my friends and associates the welcome has been more than warm, it's been Blazin' HOT! I wanna give a special shot out to my comrades. I'm not online a lot and i'm still new to this whole thing so all of you that have got at me & it took a minute for me to get back at cha', I ain't actin' shady, hell, i'm still tryin' to figure this sh*t out. (lol) For those of you who want a more personal meeting and greeting, hit me up your email and i'll hit you back with mine. i check my email all the time. Little bit 'bout myself- I hale from the mighty 'M' & for those of you who don't know that's MEMPHIS.TENN. I'm a writer ( poetry, screenplays, essays etc.), I'm a very hard worker but as hard as i work... I can play 10X as hard! You know what they say 'bout all work and no play. Im presently working on a book of poetry. To my brothas ,my sistahs, my souljahs, my revolutionaries, my comrades... get at me, we got work to do! "Soldiers gotta link with other soldiers in the war!" DEAD PREZ - That's War! If you like what you see on this page check out the websites I have posted and join my group. Peace and Love fam.
~GRAINS OF SAND~
I will attempt... to explain, possibly in vain, but nonetheless, i'll try my best see, mere words alone: they're not sufficient to clone this angelic being. Hearing me speak of her is fine but truly- seeing is believing. Imagine if you would, the way she just... stood! As only she could- motionless yet cascading with life, conjuring images of the pyramids. Oh, not that thing downtown but the ones revered the world around. I was more than happy to simply bathe in her etheric presence, just to inhale the redolence of her cosmic essence. The radius of her radiance was only limited by the cipher of my comprehension. This enchantress put a spell on me, I was enamoured. She captured my FULL attention. We read one another like the sun book, with just one look we both knew the others minds- if our 3rd eyes were opened up, inside you would find me in hers and her in mine. But I, being the queenless king, fools pride being the order of the day... pushed her away. Perplexed by tis swirling vortex of confusion, disillusioned by the intangiility of her reality- Oh, but when we embraced... Our hearts beat as one at a constant pace. In her eyes i see reflections of black holes in the space of my heart. And as it cries, I race for her soul to console my soul. I race, for HER soul, to console MY soul, I really cant say perhaps it was the way we'd telepathically parle', the way she referred to me as her Night in black armor, and she was my Princess called Day, filling my life with her ever-blinding sun rays. I can't pinpoint it or say exacy what it was, maybe it WAS the way she made the sun rise... for ME! Only in her two eyes, you see, i was reborn with each and every dawning morn. Whether it were day or night, it didn't matter, she radiated her own light. This sistah was badder than bad! And maybe had i recognized this essential fact back then when she was mine, the situation, in which I presently find myself would not be see, DEATH= VANITY and VANITY= INSANITY but that which you call these 3, meant only being a 'real man' to me. Gettin' drunk from dumb luck or high from fools pride... I died, last night, deprived of her light. And without her here in the coming morn, i fear not to be reborn. Truly, Hell hath no fury as a woman scrorned. And now, I'm haunted by the winds; it carries the reminants of her voice therein, the way it chimes the leaves of the trees... please, render to me even the slighted hint of sanity! For even in the innocent song of childrens laughter, it demands of me to beat a path to the door of, mi amour. Alas, the emasculating shackles of conceit provail. So that once I advance, on that directive, I'm soon sent home in retreat, irrespective of the fact that, she was my life! And without her, the wheel of time, though grinding at a snails pace, has been but a blur. And now, life's a life sentence, only paroled at death. Dejected, i rot in my cell of penitence, with no one to blame, but my self.
~WAR DRUMS BEATING~
Can you hear the drums... the wardrums beating in the valley below? Beats pounding... pounding... pounding beats pounding wardrum beats sounding...sounding...sounding... beats sounding ticking, tocking like the second hand on times eternal clock letting you and I know that the black time has come, the black day has come for the poor, oppressed and exploited black masses to unite as ONE! The time is over for us bowing to some caucasian/hippie fag hanging limp on your cross! The time is over for us saluting our caucasian oppressors flag and believing in this hellish nightmare called the american dream, force-feeding us dope, i mean hope thats false! No longer will be forced to run down some patRIOTic drag about 'america the beautiful.... land of the free, home of the brave....' they must've forgot to add that verse about stealing, killing, raping and taking black people from our homes and making us slaves!!!
Can you hear the drums... the wardrums beating in the valley below? Beats pounding... pounding... pounding beats pounding wardrum beats sounding...sounding...sounding... beats sounding like big, black, combat-ready, steel-toed boots!!! Pounding, sounding, sticking, kicking, stomping on americas flag! That red-white-blue rag! Every fiber of it's soaked and saturated with my peoples blood, sweat and tears! How long has it been? Too fu*kin' long! 452 years! 452 yrs of that causasian bastard lying! 452 yrs of our black mothers crying! 452 yrs of our black sons and daughters dying!
Can you hear the drums... the wardrums beating in the valley below? Beats pounding... pounding... pounding beats pounding wardrum beats sounding...sounding...sounding... beats sounding like the racing, throbbing, pacing and pulsating beat of my heart... pumping my lifeblood through this this strong, majestic, sun-generated body in every part... and feeding my mind revolutionary thoughts... so that i might dare speak the truth to the people I love... or dare to raise my black fist far, far above the mist of jealousy, envy, self-hatred and ignorance! Placing BLACK POWER on an exhaulted mantle!!! can you dig? can you understand? can you handle it?
