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NaPoWriMo 12:30 ~ In Search of Sukiafrica Sukiyaki (We Are All Stars)

by The AOMuse

we are
a massive
luminous ball
of plasma
held together
by gravity
at his center
spiraling
towards
momentous
collapse
in final
eventuality
though still
we light
some dark
and fallen
humanity’s night
before the hour
calls us
supernova
explosive

mbira
korongo
buk
kibeou
balafon
bass
drum
vocal
guitar
percussion
chorus

we are
instrumental
in our
togetherness
sounding
harmony
shona
cameroon
korea
susu
malinke
manding
we are
individual
people
born of
indivisible
people
making music
for a people
who deem
themselves
human
therefore
inseparable
time does
not allow us
sufficient
opportunity
to malign
others in
desperate
pursuit
of a narrow
vision
of the
superiority
of our
own culture

no

we make music
together
sometimes sound
is the bridge
across
troubled waters 
so if your
river
is poisoned
sing now
sing it
back to life
for only
when we court
the choral section
will earth
maximize
the harmony
of our music
and rhythm…return us life.

Sukiafrica-Sukiyaki-Allstars


Sun Jazz

by The AOMuse

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papa used to
tune that
pan flute
for hours
until it
tamed my
childish
talkback
called
studious me
to the knee
for a music
lesson
where
there
was only
movement

manhood is
a measurement
of
the distance
between
being dynamic
and standing
still
for stillness
is not
inactivity

no matter
what the porch
playing
banjo bluegrass
suth’ner
might make
you funny
northern folk
consider

can you
hear rhythm
when the
the room stops
spinning?

play the
sheet music
improv
by ear
before
the song is
composed

do you
tap your
toe at
the stairwell
edge
beckoning
that bojangles
blackness
to rain down
on you
like rays
of light
while
you shuffle
a melody
out them
grains of sand
you ain’t
wasted
in the hourglass
from all
your life
before time?

time
is moving
as the sun
rises
and sets

and somehow
i know
don’t nobody
do much
arranging
after dark

summon me
some sun jazz
i want
to play
away every
warm moment
i got left
in this life


Moon Jazz

by The AOMuse

A Savage Moon

twilight eyes twinkle
look her up there
all high & mighty
humming mellow
melodies
leading me on with a
melodramatic scat
but i won’t see she seducing me
nope
i ain’t none too impressed with
her smokey night time
mystery
she ain’t dare bewildering me
with that glowing trumpet
play
saxxy satin lit against
the blackness of evening
hours
i wouldn’t give two bits
to come running along
at her concierto
juke joint recital
see her roll rounded fingertips
over ivory tickled bones
of my spinal column
nope
i don’t want to hear a word
she got to say
if she were
ella
singing
sarah
singing
billie
singing
lena
singing
dorothy
singing
nina
singing
nothing
she won’t trap me ever again
i know she unfaithful
since before she was
my moon jazz mistress
she used to play my black sky blues
until daylight calmed the tears


Lucifer (Writer’s Unified What’s In Your iPoem? Challenge)

by The AOMuse

i got to wondering about playlists.  almost everyone has a deep connection to certain music.  i came up with this just kinda messing around with my playlist. – bhang

tag: poeticize your playlist

instructions:
1. put your music player on shuffle.
2. press forward for each of 25 songs
3. use each song title in consecutive order as one line of the poem.
4. press forward one last time and use song #26 as your title.
5. write foreign language titles in the original along with the english translation on the same line.

Rimshot
Win The G
Too Much
Let It All Go
Lie To Me
The Shining
Lik A Shot
The Finish Line
8 Steps To Perfection
Bottle Of Jesus
Soul On Ice
Simple Words
Message Of Love
Dirty Love
Go Ill
Rimshot
Watch Their Eggs
Dirty South
L.O.V.E.
ATLiens
Lazy Bones
You’re A We
Let Me Do My Thing
Valentine’s Day
Murderous

JustLikeMusic!

The AOContiguousMovement


Notes From An Exorcism: An Ishi Meditation

by The AOMuse

voudoun priestess
whispering magic
gris gris sachets
behind husky alto
possessing my limbs
twisting tendons
and ligaments
into a frenzy
stretching
cardiac
muscle
that it might accept
each slow injection
of her holy water
birth me
a sun moon child
hum me ishi
in meditative tones
lead me alone
in wilderness
with knowledge
that i may always
return
om

wash my face
in indigo soul
make me
Krishna blue black
Ausar resurrected
Buddha enlightened
siphon off the pain
from the gas tank
of my soul
give me the fuel
i require
to rise up and go
break apart
my heart beat
with an ill placed snare
unnerve my being
with an unwavering stare
pierce my transparency
and call it insufficient
for one who deems himself
a devotee
until my gyrations
crush flesh bone
and my motion
originates
from a place
soul deep
kiss me with
a screeching yell
bathe me
in the baptism
of your Banshee
call upon someone
to cry
today i died
like a Bennu bird
consumed by flames
surrounding
the opera house
as i danced
into ecstasy

ashestothewind!

the aoishi

 


What’s Your Deepest Fear?!?

by The AOMuse

I’m adding this to my top 10 quotes of blissful ignorance because there is depth and texture behind the sentiment, but I don’t think this particular individual understands the true weight of what he said based upon the breakdown that followed it.

“I’m more afraid of life than death.” – Lil’ Wayne

Here is how he explained it:

“His response when asked if he’s scared of death:
F— no. I¹m more afraid of life than death. I don’t know where you going when you die, so I ain’t too scared of that. I already know what’s poppin’ around here. It’s scary out here.”

Now here is the fix. Do you know how much that statement speaks to the larger Black male populace who truly are so much more afraid of life than death that they would willingly chase after Death, that great unknown, than embrace what they know about Life? Is Life in this day and age truly so miserable that brothers don’t want to deal with what is ahead and would rather face Death as if they imagine themselves as having a fighting chance? Unfortunately, Wayne has too much ego behind his expression and I don’t sense a larger level of understanding around it. Pity that most who pick up that issue of Vibe won’t understand it either. Suppose that’s the way the publisher prefers it.

thinkingwhilespeakingisnotacrime!

the aoclaimingimacriminal


My iPod’s Next Genesis

by The AOMuse

So if you are one who has the good fortune of knowing me, then you know that much of my waking life revolves around my iPod. When I rise in the morning, I brush my teeth, cleanse my body, and organize my audio collection. At 15,000 files and 75 GB (minus podcasts), I take the organization of my collection with great seriousness. Recently, I had been feeling that I was not eating a substantial amount of mental sustenance in the form of great works of literature.

Unfortunately, I commute 1 hour (minimum) each way to work every day. This leaves me with little opportunity to do any morning reading (or writing for that matter) though I have been able to sufficiently replace the time typically spent shuffling through the array of musical diatribes and radio playlists through the discovery of podcasting. NPR News and Notes, Democracy Now, and the Indiefeed Performance Poetry channel have been my morning salve and salvation up until this point echoing perfectly off of one another offering me a consistent supply of African American news, World news, and artistic interpretation of the aforementioned two.

Yesterday as I sat contemplating thoughts that I needed to read “The Meditations of Marcus Aurelius”, my mind grasped for some vision of how I might complete this daunting task. I leave for work each morning at 4 am. When I finally close my 6 am to 2:30 pm shift at Beam Global, I make a small pit stop at home to refresh the iPod, check some email, and get a small meal before I am back out of the house to pick Jah’kaya up from school. Upon picking up Jah’kaya, I head over to Auset’s house to assist her with homework, oversee the cleaning of her room, and generally engage in quality discussion regarding her day. This entire cycle ends at 8 pm when I return home to fall into a deathly sleep for the dawning of a new day.

My self assigned writing tasks demand that I feed my mind anew with rich language, anecdotes, and broad shades of philosophical discourse in the midst of such a rigorous schedule. Enter here LibriVox, LearnOutLoud, and eJunto which expanded my aural awareness of the number of narrated works that are available in the public domain and often with no cost associated. In a single day, I was able to expand my library with not only “The Meditations”, but the “Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass”, “As a Man Thinketh” by James Allen, and longstanding standards such as Plato’s “Republic” and Sun Tzu’s “The Art Of War”. I don’t imagine that I will entertain the latter two with any great frequency since I gain far more from the actual written works, but they are literary necessities in every available form.

As I sat engaging this morning in “The Communist Manifesto”, I was struck with a notion. While I found many of the classics in the domain available in audio, I noted that many smaller works of a more particular nature to my own personal experience were absent. I imagined that I might soon decide for my own personal enhancement to dictate these works into my computer with the assistance of Audacity, the Shure microphone, and what I have often been told is a compelling voice. I thought I might also share a few of these select recordings with you on this blog, whence I had loaded them into an Odeo player. I don’t know when or where this project might launch, but I offer the thought to you as fodder for future consideration. If you are a reader of this non-descript blog, frequent or otherwise, tell me what you want to hear and I and my voice will make our best damned effort to see it through to completion. Otherwise, you will be at the behest of my literary collection and I can tell you confidently that I do not read for pleasure and my library reflects that.

Peace(s) Of Me!

The AOMagnanimous


I Hate You So Much Right Now

by The AOMuse

Wait.  Wait.  Wait.  Hold the phone. Did she say that she wrote this after visiting a website where everyone was spewing their venomous insight on why they hate Jill Scott. I wish more artists had as fluid a method of analyzing their emotions as this one. All things have their root in a context of creativity if we are willing to visualize past the present moment. If this is where you go from hate, I have some rough drafts of some very acidic hate mail that I need to send your way. The haters must be stewing in the juice of their own mediocrity right now.

I can’t stand you! Always Gettin’ In My Way and throwing Honey Molasses on my plans. I Think It’s Better that you never Cross My Mind cause you won’t be experiencing any Love Rain. I will take A Long Walk to Philly and get down like Whatever and when I leave, I will be Golden. (Come on girl, you know I was just playing, right?)

SpreadLove!

The AOIntelligent


Sweet Like Honeydew?

by The AOMuse

I’m sorry ya’ll. I must have been on the late train. I happened to be channel surfing across VH1 Soul when I landed upon an artist by the name of Geno Young. The warm melody and subtle vocal stylings of Young combined with an almost unbearably sweet video make for a song that grabbed and held my attention inspiring me to follow after the trail of this artist. Ghetto Symphony is the name of his debut album. Little did I know, but came to discover that he was the vision behind those seminal works, “Time’s A Wastin” and “Orange Moon”, from Badu’s Mama’s Gun album. You mean the source behind one of Erykah’s most understated classics has a solo work all his own? I had to jump on it. Then he enlists Celia from Les Nubians to play a part in bringing vision to the voice. I can’t take this one out of rotation in my Miro player. I will be back with a review of the album once I have it on hand. I haven’t forgotten to give you an update on that True Love for the Culture event, but I was waiting until I finally uploaded the pictures. Until next time, stay sweet like honeydew.


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