from Ct to Seattle i have traveled... asking myself...
did I have to journey from the... east to the west...
just to return to a home i had... never left...
to my sacred garden of... once forgotten dreams...
where illusions forms are scattered like... wind blown dust...
and... reality is... xactly! what? ... it seems!
where the words of poets... reflect their creator's spirit...
where the... divine voice of silence... speaks so LOUD...
u don't need! and u don't need ears to... hear it.
blessed to see truth and... nourish it's seeds with...
words falling from my mouth like... heavens rain...
i have come... to map poetic pathways... so that we...
may navigate the many wrinkles of our brain...
and U have the audacity... to ask me to entertain?
if poetry is... entertainment for u... u will say i slam...
however... my reality... is that poetry.... is my word and bond...
so i say... islam... and represent... "i am that i am"
[peace and blessings to Osagyfo] it's useless but u...
continue to try and limit my... pop... and lock...
into a bullshit two-step so... your earthbound ass can rock?
i... think...therefore i am... not! ... one of your slambos... or slamhoes...
doing silly-ass poems about... orange clovers and... pinky toes...
u... think your words are blowing minds... but in fact...
your just... blowing your nose like...people want to...
share... your poetic boogers.
poetry is! food for thought... ot should nourish your soul...
it should... touch u.. move u... make u become whole...
make u a... hole.... bury u alive... slay your ego...
fill u with spirit... resurrect u... show u what it means to... thrive...
how u must... go back to... get ahead... poetry is a divine movement...
our elders fought for this and... some of them are dead...
but they all say... "SPEAK" speak about the spirit that...
gave birth to this universe... speak about the sun, moon, and stars...
put it... in a verse, say... "the sun, the moon and stars...
don't seem as far... as they did... yesterday".
speak to our Ancestral souls... sing to our... Ascended spirits...
we'll come to... hear it... yeah!... cuz...
real poetry transcends the barriers of... space and... time...
real poetry provides reason... even when there is no...rhyme...
real poetry makes people... think! until they realize... ONE mind...
no longer mentally blind... get it? real poetry... is for real eyes...
to... realize... the reality of... Oneness... in their mind... giving sight...
to the mentally blind... do u see me? i see u... the reality is we are one...
the illusion is... we are two... real poetry cannot be given a number...
it is... beyond the beyond... before the before... after the after and...
more! how do u reduce that to a... score? u don't have a clue...
huh! cuz u can't... but i'll tell u what u... can do...
on a scale of 0-30... give this poem a... -32... the 3...
is for your... understanding... the 2... for my wisdom's water...
the minus... means... i'm under your skin... we're at 32 below...
and i've... frozen u... at... ONE! that's...
PositiveExpressionAlwaysControlsEnvironments...
and this... is a... "real" poem...
THINK ABOUT IT!
PEACE!

copyright 2004 Olusanya Bey [Imole Jinle, unInc.]