DPP (Domepome Poets) for life... --------------------------------- "For evil to bend its knees, admitting its guilt, to implore the forgiveness of God, is the hardest thing in the world." - Malcolm X
"Politics and Hypocrits is makin us Lunatics" - Marvin Gaye
DPP (Domepome Poets) for life... --------------------------------- "For evil to bend its knees, admitting its guilt, to implore the forgiveness of God, is the hardest thing in the world." - Malcolm X
"Politics and Hypocrits is makin us Lunatics" - Marvin Gaye
Africa's children are crying but we can't hear them ............dada, thank you for reminding us..........one day it will be daylight.....one day.......
5. "the mothers story, inspired by this piece" In response to Reply # 4
her name was adwa she seemed to blow in with the wind one day when she whispered death it sounded hot and seductive like the way heat tickles pavement on hot days the hot sun wasn't smiling over machine gun backs and blood cdn't flow like a river unless it was diluted in tears asalaam malekoum she said tipping a smile from her frown u cd slip off the edge of her mouth falling like a tear down to breasts full but childless her nipples screaming remember me her fingers tracing bullets and hands holding the impotent machine gun hold me, she said. she grabbed death and held his shoulders tight nestling her nose in his neck smelling gunsmoke , her nose twitching tickling his neck he cd have taken her she wd have begged but instead he dropped her back on the ground holding her son's machine gun under the hot sun she wore her sadness like sunday clothes
==**peace**==
"the skilled binder uses no strings or knots, while to unloose what he has bound would be impossible." Lao Tzu
DomePoem Poets; redefining the third dimension of spoken word
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"Who need fossil fuel when the sun ain't goin' nowhere" - Amiri Baraka
Medina...this was power. hard-hitting, searing, pure, beauty. i felt every last line of this-- my eyes are now riddled with bullet holes. damn. this is gonna stay with me. i am definitely checking in on you from now on. peace,j
======================================== my sadness reflects the gladness that I Am Alive. >>BarefootAquarian<<
This dedication to all child soldiers reeks of gunpowder & burnt dreams mixed with invisible streams of accolades & applause!
"Men always want to be a woman's first love, women like to be a man's last romance" -- Oscar Wilde
"God is a comedian, playing to an audience too afraid to laugh." -- Voltaire
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥
Seriously I don't know how to put my thoughts into words on this one....but the feeling is an overwhelming one....I'll just quote the whole thing!
>Babuya Oleko >(Dedicated to all child soldiers) > >War torn beneath the >The Nile >West of punt land >Beyond the hot smile of the >sun > >Afrikan boys >Freestyle >To the beat of gunshots > >Blood >Rush >Bullets >Dance >To the djole of the djembe's > >Blood run >Fast after >Dirty wounds, yellow fever, trench-foot & >guilty shock > >baby boys masked with fear >Young lords of the left front >gear >Fight the haunted spirits > >'Check if they are still alive.' > >The boy looked around helplessly. > >'Pierce the heart!' the officer yelled > >Kill, killed, killing > >Blood rush >fill rivers of townships >heads smashed against the hard >mud >of mama's hut > >KWEI give me your woman.' > >But you are only 14.' > >Robb her! The soldiers yelled > >Rob, Robbed, Robbing > >After the hot sun hot >Young warriors young >Speak lost men tongue >And >dream about Uhuru songs > Keep writing, Peace..
Like I said before thanks for the love people, I am glad that y'all felt this piece cuze I have wanted to write about this issue for a while but each time I tried to touch the paper, anger blinded me... -------------sigh----------- Love to love the lovable
I seek intergration of negroes with black people- Haki R.Madhubti
"amazing---- how one inhales and exhales constantly why are lungs turned inside out and right side in when one can't control one's breathing?" (c) The Genius That Is My Sister Tremaine.
"I've come to realise that I never loved Hip-Hop as a whole, just a particular era that happened at the same time as I was actively checking actively for new music."
"Afrikan boys Freestyle To the beat of gunshots Blood Rush Bullets Dance To the djole of the djembe's Blood run Fast after Dirty wounds, yellow fever, trench-foot & guilty shock"
Blood Rush Bullets Dance To the djole of the djembe's Blood run Fast after Dirty wounds, yellow fever, trench-foot & guilty shock"
wow!!!! ______________________________________________ "the original don dada...
mother said '...u can be so nasty wit' yo' shit..' ..and i totally dig that ...i wanna get pass the apple ... find MY core...your bitter love will turn back like the Eygptians when Moses took up the Red Sea....my third eye...has a spare...that makes truth reflect in spaces masseged in God....
I'm blessed on two universes...
could run like Harriet and Sojourn in truth...while ...sipping Booker TEA...and history is still mine to decipher..." -invisible_ink
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