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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



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Tuesday, July 29, 2008

You...

                                                                   



What is it that you do to keep me in curiosity?

How do you weave that spell, conjuring up unrelenting interest from








all the way over there?









It was your convo
I saw your passion
I got to read your mind
I felt your words

And then I met you.

Your fingertips blazed phrases in my direction,
translating interpretation
of said words from your soul
into newly defined adjectives
of what you want your life to be.

All you had to do is ask
and I could have proofread your living journal,
edited myself into your diary, cutting, pasting
crafting short tales of satiation
and long entries of salvation
with a slew of stories about happiness
that would make the ornery blush
and the dignified jealous.

Your momma could have read it and smiled.


I knew that you've placed emotion
that you cannot direct
at the presence of a human void
into the children you yearn to mold,
yet your shape in the scheme of things is illiformed.

I'd like to dig my hands
with the help of my mind
and the focus of my spirit into your clay,
make shapes that will serve as foundation
and probably build a home.

In the spirit first.

All I could ever hope for is dialogue and prayer.
Maybe we can take the leftover alphabet
and unused phrases
and build a bond of trust
that neither of us would ever want to violate.
Assemble bridges based on faith
and then
cross over into newfouldland
whenever you're ready to model your new outfit of self.

I hope it's form fitting.
2008 Hassan Olumoroti Ntimbanjayo - Sho Nuff! - Ya Dig?












9 comments:

The Second Sixty-Eight said...

Not only form fitting, but comfortable and attractive too...

Darius T. Williams said...

Hot stuff man, hot stuff!

nikki said...

wifey is blessed cuz hubby has the lyrical prowess! well done, hassan. :)

The Brown Blogger said...

I'm just trying to get back to the root of Hassan. Waaaay too many playthings and distractions dangling around as far as business and social obligations and such over here so my focus must be strong. That means I gotta get back to the source of everything, and that is who and what she is.

Anonymous said...

OMGoodness... This was the dopest stuff I've read in a while...


Oh... I'm a frequent lurker... I heart your blog. Keep up the good work!

aquababie said...

that was beautiful!!!

Anonymous said...

My boy is bizzzzzzzack!!!

LadyLee said...

I love it when you give us poetry! Very nice!

Aly Cat 121 said...

*chuckle* I'm over here grinning. *looking around at hubby and asking* How come you don't write me sh*t like that? LOLOLO!