JaaaZZZ PoeTRy [1991] i taste colorful tones in sync with the Universe taking me to heights i never knew betty, ella, billie, & vaughn parker, coltrane, marsalis & miles feed me more of your Rhythm Wisdom expressed in colors of New Tomorrows saturate my essence with Soft Browns, Fiery Reds, Cool Grays Crystal Blacks Soulful Blues & Yellow Hues cover me with music cover me with Jaaazz! cover me with a Jazz that is my Woman Breathing Beautiful Colors of Love through Sweet Chocolate Lips. a jazz...

Halimah as i unwind to the flavor of your verbs & metaphors, filling me up to overflowing, quenching my warrior words, turning them into warrior do something about this mess, created by devil cliques in the midst of my illusional heaven on earth; destroyed secret gardens causing aborted births: living dead babies, full of self-hatred, murdering images of themselves, in this place we didn't create, called ghetto hells... where, my senses are assaulted with crack smells, & dirty needles & home...

the BeaST 03.26.03 [revised 05.28.04] by Omawale The Traveler time to scrutinize this savage scene: obscene obscenities without indemnities parading 'cross my t.v. screen... this surreptitious war propaganda affects my mind nearly all the time, with video game images of massive explosions: lives imploding. the fantasy? mass murder for free. the reality? in the name of the beast. & it's fed to the world in the name of peace, on upn & the wb & fox & the bbc & telemundo & univision & abc & cbs &...

see us children of the earth with blood in our third eye destined to die because we breathe creativity out of what we see: spitting truth at the beast of imperialism/the illuminati that oligarchy nemesis of creativity controlling 95% of the earth's resources, stripping her bare, like a Muslimah stripped of her Hijab by secularist, while oppressed by fundamentalists... see us children of the earth, with blood in our third eye destined to die for exposin' the lies of the king with no clothes, t...

i've lived in ghetto realities where i've walked on streets knowing a bullet could find me behind wars over colors or kids "just" set trippin' basically over nothin'… 'a oodhu billah! & in the midst of all this stress, trying to keep food on my plate & a place to rest, my ears can't help over hearing people talk about global warming, & polar ice caps melting, drastically. i mean, they gave the warning like 17 years ago or so about rocket fuel… & now, wow… after the engineered tsunami, & katri...

SiLeNT heartbroken tears of blood is what i experience in this moment, for her. the right words escape me blinded by love… as she slips away destined to become another memory i only wanted to love away her pain But she refuses to be comforted. Comfortable in her world of self-hate medicated with too many years of mind altering street chemicals & still what is there to say if we part ways & i travel on… …never will i forget you… i will carry the memory of you into eternity… & pray that God wil...

PoRTRaiT 05.27.04 my Portrait of Kelly loves Vanilla Sky’ the color blue and havin’ fun jammin’ to Joan Jett AC/DC Ry Cooder and hangin’ with the fellas – however no matter her excuses… i still think she drinks too much booze – laughing until she cries crying until she laughs: waiting for the love of her life my Portrait of Kelly writes poetry extraordinarily and reads voraciously from Shakespeare to Sexton Carver to Crane and ‘Dating for Dummies’ worrying about her looks her age skin tone we...

casualties of war saw me moving from catatonic to embryonic, where master teachers clearly see what you refuse to believe: original blood dripping thick, mixed with shit called politics;sick afrikan brains blown out, splattered on the concrete walls of this here prison industrial complex, where abortions take place daily, but you don't feel me, not really. but, so what, my mathematics is still correct, 'cause i am omawale, sunblessed, so watch the disrespect, karma's in the mix, & as you try ...

NZaNDi (where rivers meet) [1998-99] Eternal longing whispers sweet honey; as fragrant rose petals float free on soft breezes. Our tear filled eyes reflecting stars, you caught my gaze; Divine. Hand in Hand walking towards a thousand Suns, Bright Rays burn away dark shadows of yesterday. With hearts aglow, calm & gentle ocean waves ebb & flow, as We recline on woven threads of golden memories-Each other We've embraced so tenderly in Pouring Rains; finally, you & i are ONE! copyright 2005