http://www.assatashakur.org/forum/ Speaks a Rhythm Of Food For Thought, sometimes Rhyming, sometimes not, but Always Making Sense. To study forms, practice writing, share our craft, better our craft, work our love for this art form. en Sat, 21 Nov 2009 05:27:56 GMT vBulletin 60 http://www.assatashakur.org/forum/images/misc_2/rss.jpg http://www.assatashakur.org/forum/ http://www.assatashakur.org/forum/poetic-resistance-spoken-word-poetry/40331-big-brother-speaks-pp-jalil-muntaqim.html Mon, 09 Nov 2009 03:18:04 GMT From: FREE JALIL: Jalil Muntaqim Political Prisoner

"Big Brother Speaks"

September 9, 2009

Casting aspersions fact laden
holding down the news of the
guilty while Cheney speaks about
CIA leaks that creeps on Obama's
peeps seeking to end harsh interrogation
to the elation of Al-Qaeda.

Al-Qaeda, CIA's proxy enemy financed
by Saudi hierarchy to strengthen
U.S. hegemony duping the world to
mass distributions with mass assassins,
and population contractions giving birth
to a New World Order.

Liberty screams as the Janus baby
emerges splitting her pelvis while
Rush Limbaugh pleads innocent to
the charge of rape. The Supreme
Court rules it was an act of freedom
of speech, and the Surgeon General
relieves our anxiety with Homeland
Security color-coded pills prescribed
by Bayer and Scribb to the
consternation of Proctor and Gamble.

As the corporation that is the United
States continues to spawn hypocrisy!

Jalil

Remember: We Are Our Own Liberators! ]]> Poetic Resistance - Spoken Word - Poetry nattyreb http://www.assatashakur.org/forum/poetic-resistance-spoken-word-poetry/40331-big-brother-speaks-pp-jalil-muntaqim.html http://www.assatashakur.org/forum/poetic-resistance-spoken-word-poetry/40315-arising-past.html Sat, 07 Nov 2009 13:44:26 GMT *I Need Ya* (T. Fila Kazi) Why did you think you should have undone me ? Is being lonely with your friends a lifestyle for stability ? Just me and you’ll see Throughout you will be. I Need Ya
(T. Fila Kazi)



Why did you think you should have undone me ?
Is being lonely with your friends a lifestyle for stability ?
Just me and you’ll see
Throughout you will be.

You mightn’t be pleased from the bottom of the matter.
Now if you tell me your needs, I will be your delighter.
Things live for topper.
You can’t go downer.

I am your base and I need ya.
You need to walk upon me and absorb my love ;
You may plunge in me, my sweetness fitting your glove.
But you needn’t undo me, I need ya.
I am your face and I need ya,
You must grant my rigor to ya and stand on feet ;
You could par with me, my abiding mirror on treat.
And you needn’t go break me, I need ya.

Why did you bleed your passionate aim without a care ?
Can you take the time to analyze what gets you all fair ?
Mal-being and I tear
Myself in your air.

Why did you think you should have undone me ?
Is being lonely with your friends a lifestyle for stability ?
Just tick me and free
Yourself on your me.

I am your base and I need ya.
You need to walk upon me and absorb my love ;
You may plunge in me, my sweetness fitting your glove.
But you needn’t undo me, I need ya.
I am your face and I need ya,
You must grant my rigor to ya and stand on feet ;
You could par with me, my abiding mirror on treat.
And you needn’t go break me, I need ya.

(c)2008/TFK ]]> Poetic Resistance - Spoken Word - Poetry JAH - GREEN http://www.assatashakur.org/forum/poetic-resistance-spoken-word-poetry/40315-arising-past.html http://www.assatashakur.org/forum/poetic-resistance-spoken-word-poetry/40106-problems-after-99-a.html Sat, 24 Oct 2009 19:04:47 GMT In the back ground plays hypnotic reams
As I float through a dreamy state
On top of the moon roof of my mind sprinkles pelts of hate
That wish to get through but I've already left my (over)head
During my ride to no where that I travel fast along my roads
Twisting with the turns of my failures
Later repaved by my triumphs
I am revisited by times that speeded by
Leaving me to wonder has time went by fast or have a just be sleep as I survive
"Have I lost my mind" or do I just need to control my thinking
When I crack down on what spilts my thoughts
Trading in focus for blank stares
I picture an endless fall at the end of my path
That I can never avoid
So I fall and there is usually
Nothing more.....

Jalili B. Jimiyu

Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009 ]]> Poetic Resistance - Spoken Word - Poetry Jalili http://www.assatashakur.org/forum/poetic-resistance-spoken-word-poetry/40106-problems-after-99-a.html http://www.assatashakur.org/forum/poetic-resistance-spoken-word-poetry/39885-endless-past.html Tue, 13 Oct 2009 05:05:30 GMT *Endless Past **I look around and the world seems to stands still Things never moving forward only just appearing to have changed But underneath the altered surfaces, the cogs of socitey remain the same My world view travels through mirror images mimking the same pattern As life revolves... Endless Past

I look around and the world seems to stands still
Things never moving forward only just appearing to have changed
But underneath the altered surfaces, the cogs of socitey remain the same
My world view travels through mirror images mimking the same pattern
As life revolves around an idea that doesn't support living
I feel terrified that tomorrow will be the same
So I close my eyes and fall asleep praying that what I see and feel are just the flaws of my mind
Only when I wake my nightmares are this reality
Traveling through loops of today and the motionless clocks
That tick to the beat of the yesterdays thinking
I tremble with terror that I can't just do something to change it all
Wishing to reach for the hands of time and stop going nowhere at every moment, But I feel powerless to stop it
Since the living around me are willing to die to keep this faithful exsitence
Which leads us to tomorrows endless past :offtheair

Jalili B. Jimiyu

Yeah its copyrighted © 2009

]]> Poetic Resistance - Spoken Word - Poetry Jalili http://www.assatashakur.org/forum/poetic-resistance-spoken-word-poetry/39885-endless-past.html http://www.assatashakur.org/forum/poetic-resistance-spoken-word-poetry/39860-white-girl-took-my-girl.html Sun, 11 Oct 2009 05:12:57 GMT She used to be my girl, and it was all good, Till that white girl came creepin all up, In our neighborhood. At first, my girl used to sneak to see her, But as they became more intimate, And as she became more into it, It was easy to tell that she wasn’t gonna quit… My girl, used to... She used to be my girl, and it was all good,
Till that white girl came creepin all up,
In our neighborhood.
At first, my girl used to sneak to see her,
But as they became more intimate,
And as she became more into it,
It was easy to tell that she wasn’t gonna quit…
My girl, used to be…addicted to me,
But then, she fell in love with that white girl,
I thought she had been hangin out with Millie Jackson or somethin,
You know, wearing those “rose colored glasses”,
Cause, she only saw what she wanted to see; you see,
She thought everything was fine, but
Before she knew it, that white girl had turnt her out…
Turned out her body…and her mind.
Had her turnin tricks, like a silly rabbit,
Except, those tricks…weren’t for kids.
You know, thinkin back now, I can see how,
She tried to hide that girl from me,
And I tried not to see tha signs…cause I really didn’t wanna see.
But it finally came out in tha open,
One day when I stopped by her place,
And caught tha two of them in the middle of doin their thang;
Shoulda seen that wide-eyed look on’er face…
She was like, “Now that you know, ain nothin gone change!”
And on that note…that white girl, she continued to chase.
I thought slavery was over,
But white girl had turnt my girl into her slave;
She was givin that girl every penny that she made.
Had blown my girl’s mind; left her with sleepless nights…and always lookin shady.
Had her leavin her apartment at all hours…to go look for her white girl…her lady.
Like Bonnie and Clyde, they were made for each other,
Where you found one…you found the other.
A little blow…toot toot,
And just like that, my girl was gone.
White girl was taking her on trips,
Trips that I couldn’t even imagine takin her on.
Had her eyes wide shut, nose wide open.
Strung out, no doubt…yet, in tha end…
That infamous white girl went and made my girl famous…
That’s right, my girl…made tha news at 7,
And the paper….the obituary column…on page eleven;
All because…that powder, that rock, that nose candy, that snow…that base, that lady, that cocaine, that blow…
Yeah…all because…that, “white girl”...took my girl.
(copyright 2008) ]]> Poetic Resistance - Spoken Word - Poetry beezreign http://www.assatashakur.org/forum/poetic-resistance-spoken-word-poetry/39860-white-girl-took-my-girl.html http://www.assatashakur.org/forum/poetic-resistance-spoken-word-poetry/39756-self-reflection.html Mon, 05 Oct 2009 10:04:33 GMT SELF REFLECTION When I look in the mirror I see a reflection This reflection looks back at me This reflection speaks to me I listen as my reflection speaks, Depending on look the words it expresses is too much! As a young woman it wasn’t too friendly, I swore my reflection didn’t like me It...

SELF REFLECTION

When I look in the mirror I see a reflection

This reflection looks back at me

This reflection speaks to me

I listen as my reflection speaks,

Depending on look the words it expresses is too much!

As a young woman it wasn’t too friendly,

I swore my reflection didn’t like me

It had me second guessing myself

It had me misguided

It had me not knowing myself worth

It had me dealing with weak men

It had me dealing with emotional and physical abuse.

It had me depressed.

It had me being a follower

It had me easily influenced

My reflection had bullied me!

It had me weak!

As I grew older I got courage to speak to my reflection

I asked my reflection why it was so unfriendly

My reflection told me, because I wasn’t friendly either

So from then on I started conversing with my reflection

Every word wasn’t friendly, but I learned to know my reflection

Now when I look in the mirror I still see my reflection.

This reflections speaks to me

No matter the day the words are still emotional!

Now I have a relationship and bond with my reflection.

My reflection is honest.

My reflection is sweet.

MY reflection is nice.

My reflection has a sense of humor..

My reflection is pretty

My reflection gives me self esteem

My reflection gives me self worth.

My reflection allows me to have high standards..

My reflection gives me self motivation.

My reflection gives me courage

My reflection even gives me swagger!

How you like that!

When you battle with your reflection you battle with yourself.

Now when I look at my reflection no matter the day,

Even when I don’t like what I see,

I smile at my reflection, because my reflection is a reflection of me!

Written by: Templar Thomas ©2009

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