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Culture, healing, politics and bullshit - Not necessarily in that order

The general, socio-political and very personal rantings and ravings of a hip hop head from the hood hustling for change... Of himself.

You all know me and are aware that I am unable to remain silent. At times to be silent is to lie. For silence can be interpreted as acquiescence.
—Miguel de Unamuno


Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Din Din Da Diiiinnn... NEW SHIT!!! [Unseen Muse]

you are my unseen muse...

inspiring me without touch or sound

provoking thought, being in thought

heard in the mind from our last conversation

seen in my heart as I wear it on my sleeve

you cause me to write great things

you spark imaginative thought based off of a possibility

you create endless fodder because of conversations we've yet to have

forcing me to show my crooked smile.

helping me enjoy my time in a quiet space

intriguing me because there so many things that I do not know

you cure my boredom in the spiciest of ways

in your absence I do not write

when you're gone I cannot compose

I live on my island malnourished parched for a drop of the juices that

are those words

the ones spoken and directed torwards me.

indeed they nourish my creative

supplement the imaginative

fortify my wit

satiate my urge to know more

compliment my thoughts with whispers of conversation

stimulate me

my thoughts with yours become healthy children that cause the next

person to stop

and vibe with what was created

your rhythm, my verse causes the would to sway to the beat that

inspires from your soul

I am it's selfish interpreter

I'm selfish like that, yearning to keep you for myself but I feel the

need to yell my joy to the world and hopes it travels through space

transcending time because it's fleeting...

if you inspire thoughts such as these

and those that ride the vibe can groove to you as such

then why would I want to be away from you for more than a moment?

my heart beats to your drum of being

my surface shines in your presence

your light guides me

you thunder rattles my pen to create strokes of brilliance in your


luscious notes of tremendous song on an unending stanza

all of this is tribute to you

all I want is for the world to sing your song as you see it and guide

them with verses

as long as you remain in the sight of my heart, you will remain on the

lips of the universe

they will sing for you in generations to come

you provide that even in the unseen

as much as I want for you to be my Sister Betty, I am satisfied in this


you being my unseen muse.

2006 Hassan Olumoroti Ntimbanjayo

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