27.10.11

QGK: Trill With A Golden Gun



You think hundreds of years from now, somebody will happen upon the tomb of Q/G/Khadhafi, and say "there was a time..."?

For the fifty-leventh time, I'm from the Chi, so between Farrakhan and Fort, NOI and El Rukn, there in fact, was a time

when I was a boy, folk thought I would become a pastor because I preached words of our people's prophets from pulpits and ministered to the miseries of many
when I was a boy, I was an atheist, and very politicized, so I preferred orator
Had I listened more closely to the young lord in the background, perhaps I'd have internalized Felipe's revelation, that un oracion is a prayer
other tongues other things right?
so let us pray

10.10.11

Steve Jobs Plays in the Dark

...Oh my god[s] as I turned on the tv, this evening, I was disgusted, by all the injustice, (all the injustice) MJJ & JDJJ

The BBC gadget in my iGoogle had consecutive headlines on Wednesday

World mourns death of Steve Jobs
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Syria protests: More than 2,900 killed overall, says UN


If you know any of this, then the calculus 'World' uses to value a human life, or death, becomes clearer, even if loosely sketched
what does it contribute to the machine?
because 'World' was only concerned with mourning 0.5 Syrians, the rest to be mourned locally (TBML)

'World' is like the 'We' I've asked about previously, it don't know me, and may not know you if you're reading this, and it will not mourn us
The universal, I've been butting up against that this week
Today counts too, your special Kolon Day edition  ...cue Hugh Masekela
Colonial Man

3.10.11

Effortless/Relentless, for 85+5


'How did I beat you?' Morpheus' question recuperated by Exu, reminding me to choose my reactions, in this moment and always
The issue really, as I continue to grow in this discipline, is that I don't yet have the skill to win every battle w/o fighting it
so these wannabattle cats... all I'm sayin is where I'm from, if you want beef we'll cut you some
...sick and tired of the arguin' /I (can't) keep it bottled in
and the pressure builds, venting toward eruption
gods entreat in whispers
windroar rendered sottovoce
just at the edge of my hearing:
'Ice-cold!'
I asked my godmother how to handle it all w/out access to my normal  outlets
she said 'you will be tested. pray and learn how to release in their absence'
I said: right on
cuz what else was I gon' say?
re-called too, an axiom adopted years ago:
'Cool is like the Tao; if you're working at it, you ain't there yet'
I'm bout it
Itutu more
Effortless soon

 A lesson though for who think they know but have no idea
If I'm not your son, reconsider attempting to son me
I'm not bowing to you, ever
I'm bowing to my gods and the lessons they send me through you
that you got it twisted is neither my fault nor responsibility
but you may be surprised after battle is joined and lessons are learned
I always call on my gods b4 I join
pray neither for myself nor my allies
but for foes and foe-familia
like Moses in my Moja year
not from a place so great as love
but compassion
mwe ever victorious 

meanwhile cats was sending Troy Davis much needed darkness to silence the echo of white death, somebody's idea of 99ers are occupying Wall St., and Belo Monte, godsdamn.
So many have so much things to say right now, but I assume you came here for the personal. I know assumptions can be dangerous, been reminded lately