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Death he is afraid of us
my image is dust, of a mere mortal morphing,
the finishing touch
i am morpheus, standing on the pillars of kush
while the devil and the guru stand right here beside me
am i just becoming what my past lives remind me
stuck in this circle, trying to break free
i slayed my last demon, so where's my enemy?
i'm an analog computer
ascending something ancient from the future
scattered cross the lands of the namib sands
whose dunes weave together like naked bodies
from a dying bird's eyeview
the world looks like calamity
but only family matters, and mine is humanity
my goddess like the earth, giving birth, beautiful madness
dance rain fire sex magic
the death of being born is ever so tragic
portals to another world, i travel the forgotten road
fire flies we glow but some of us got extinguished
for flying to high
see her wings got clipped when she knocked on the sky
we band together world's apart, my word is like the fatal art
to set apart the oldest ark...
standing in the sunshine
i'm surfing the skies
and whoever said that death is real, obviously lied
i'm just suspended in time, in a delicate fine
infinite quantum design
and my mind digs mines, thru the mind traps in time
barefoot tap dancing on the sun
knowing when the end comes that we're all one
you wonder why 2011 feels so good,

cause the world graduated from being boyz N' the hood.

Breathless

R.I.P

Jerusalem UFO

Zeitgeist Moving Forward

the sound of the voiceless

Fela Kuti

It used to be that musicians were the social commentators, they were the ones that spoke for the masses. For the poor and neglected, for the victims of society. Now we find ourselves perhaps with such an abundance of 'issues' in the world. But the silence from our artists and musicians is defeaning...

Fela was a Nigerian multi-instrumentalist musician and composer, pioneer of afrobeat music, human rights activist and political maverick.

He once famously stated that when Nigeria gains independence (from corrupt leadership) the rest of the continent would follow suite. Well some of their northern neighbours maybe slightly ahead of them currently, however one cannot over stress the importance of the most populous African nation. Particularly should it begin to show any signs of positive leadership.

Where are the Felas of today? Why the silence? Why is everybody so afraid of speaking out of line with the norm? Afraid of questioning our leaders, our governments.

"In a decaying society, art, if it is truthful, must also reflect decay. And unless it wants to break faith with its social function, art must show the world as changeable. And help to change it..."

- Ernst Fischer

1000 lives

This is not the first time i have died

and although i am young
i've had a thousand lives


see i don't mourn the death of the ego
he is no longer needed
so i celebrate his decay


the persona that is myself is an act, is a play
that we engage with from day to day
i heard rumors they might kill the king

see authority is on its last legs

the old wicked ways of the west
and our own governments
that are dragging us through this mess
through this test


but don't throw rocks at the throne
if they never taught us hate
then how would you know love?


and if your ego never dies
then how will you know God?


i'm a lost scholar of anubis
measuring the weight of souls
on weight scales
wondering whether i've served myself
or served the servant


that perhaps i planned this very moment
from within my mother's womb
knowing that i would have this choice
between becoming eternal
versus dying too soon


but dying is june
and i'm an aquarius baby

new age
new page


son of the sun
ushering in a new day


plus i've been here before
when i was the third son of a praying mantis
who sat on the shoulder of the queen of atlantis


my third life was as a sailor
sailing the seas around greece & crete
where i met this dancer
who had injured feet
she was...


a smile without joy
she was a bird that couldn't fly
and her dream was... to die

and all i could do was follow
her energy was such
that she rendered touch... extinct


i could listen to her breathe
and in death her life force
will never leave


as we floated on waves
we escaped a dying world
that didn't want to be saved


i evolved like the way words do
when they roll off toungues


i guess she was just a wasp
and i'm the one who got stung


some days i marvel at how life
is the most beautiful of lies
but then...


this is not the first time i have died
and although i may be young
i've had thousands of lives

i don't mourn the death of the ego
u see he is no longer needed
so i celebrate his decay