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GULLAH
01:41
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Gullah.
Watch me
Touch you
With nothing more
Than voodoo
The way you do
The things with no clue
While strings of sinew
Pull you
Watch me
Teach you
The most arcane angel
In the sunshine’s obtuse angles
Was a black faced ruddy fleeced
Whisperer of peace
Beguiler of the Great beast
Which leashed and lashed
Drowned I, burned I, slashed
But could not kill the moaning
Of time’s frothing calabash
Released
Remembering
Replenishing
Evolving.
#axj23
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BONES
02:13
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Bones.
You thought you’d never fight alone
But all your allies had turned to stone
So concerned with paying off their homes
They left you on the streets throwing bones
They licked the boots of those you chide
They picked a fight, they chose a side
Where everything is washed white
Where a blustering child picks up their flight
Where the right side is blurred
Where all their anarchy demurred
To crowd control and tear gas
Knocking old men on their ass
You thought your brothers wore Doc Martens
But found the majority frightened
Holding tightly to a deposit slip
While praising the firing of pepper bullets
Impervious, until after the fact
All the freedoms they cower for
Have been torn back
We all stand on the other side
Of the White House’s black fence
We all get wet when we step into
A hypocrisy storm which won’t relent.
You thought you’d never fight alone
But your heroes looked the monster of bigotry
In her screaming face
They all turned to stone
They traded principles for Tract homes
They left you naked in the streets
Throwing bones.
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WHITE JESUS
03:18
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White Jesus.
White Jesus
Don’t care about the truth
White Jesus
Doesn’t revel in pure proof
White Jesus
Threw a grenade through the roof
White Jesus
Nails the ear of a Viet Cong
To the White House door
As he kisses the devil’s hooves.
White Jesus
Likes his lines nice and straight
As he dances the Gobi nights away
In a frenzied, corpulent disarray
While the disco light shimmers
He adds more coke to the plate
White Jesus
Steps up behind the riot shield
Assuring the shaking rookie
He should savor the fear he feels
As his finger itches on the trigger
To fire into the crowd of bleeding hearts
Voices demanding meaning to the life of
Unknown figures
In the wrath of the math
After the fact of death at the hands of cops
In full daylight and witness
Once he starts,
He cannot stop...
Oh, White Jesus
White Jesus
Is the bullet in your chest
White Jesus
Twists his matted hair
Smoking clove cigarettes
White Jesus
Lobs a Molotov cocktail
At the Metro PCS
White Jesus
Then runs along home to watch the news
With no regrets
White Jesus
Knew all along
You’d forget
That Jesus
Was a Black man
Killed by the Romans
In broad daylight
With plenty to witness.
#axj23
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DUSK
03:23
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Dusky.
You belong in the sun
Because root beer
Rose gold lips gloss
Is all the rage at the riots.
The O.Gs all offered free lap dances
To the indelicate riot cops who
Stole awkward too long
Sidelong glances at their Crip walks
Along with all the disheveled priests
on their knees
who admonished the suburban housewives
To try like hell not to gawk
As their lust made them weep
Though they prayed, it wouldn't stop
You belong well toasted and light bright
With your petulance and pout clouding up the wind farm
On fire because you winked one time
At the turbines which had decided to stop
while all the sheep stood swooning
On buckling knees, their heads were rolling
from side to side
With an ancient poetry that leaves the locals
mute, savagely grinning
I told try to understand how this grown man cried
To quash this tremendous
Tremulous thirst
That swept
The dusk from west to east
Consumed the sky in cloudbursts
Of severe thunderous heat
so palpable
you could eat
Because you were
Root beer
Rose gold
Lip gloss
When you kissed the sky
All the birds, for song
Were at a loss
As we kissed the ground you walked on
For one minute all the violence in the cities stopped
And the love could abound
Because you were
root beer
rose gold
lip gloss.
#axj23
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BLACK MATTER
02:29
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Black Matter.
Find me
I am you
Red
Yellow
Brown
Poor White
Jew.
If you find me
The shepherd won’t know what to do
When the whole flock turns
When we get a clue
Divide and conquer
Becomes
Divine and Prosper.
Find me
In the mirror
Minus terror
I am your eyes
I am your voice
I am your mouth
I am your words
I am your truth
I am your future
Find me
They locked me away
From you.
Find me
They told me I couldn’t do
What you do
Find me
I’ve been in The White House
The Supreme Court too
I am the black matter
Find me
Your pulse
I am the black matter
Shining within you.
Find me
I will not fail you
Find me
I’m looking right at you
I am the black matter
Between the blink of your eyes
On the tip of your tongue
Dancing with a thousand angels
On the trigger of a gun
I am the black matter
Waiting for your song to have begun
#axj23
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VOTE
02:57
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Vote.
Imagine being so afraid
Of losing stolen power
That every step of the way
You must kill
Rob, burn
Terrorize
A whole nation
within a nation
Stripped of
A face, a place at the table
An entrance through the front door
When without my people
You wouldn’t be where you are
America is schizophrenic
Already split
But falling into division after division
derision after derision
and we glorify it
we revel in it
What great fear it takes
To look yourself in the mirror
Erected by your enslaved brother
to see his face in it
But deny it
even further
A nation as such
Stands no chance
A nation as such
Is cursed
to drunkenly dance
To repeat
A fear so great
It takes a whole month
Of riots to expose it.
#axj23
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ADDICTION
03:13
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8. |
WHITE RIOT
03:11
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DEAR CHILD
03:14
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ADDICTION 2
04:16
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11. |
KAREN
02:39
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12. |
COMEDOWN
03:46
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13. |
STEAL THIS POEM
03:09
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Steal this poem!
I tried with all my heart
I did impossible flights
Of aloof and nonchalant
All over your panic stricken walls
Your faces shocked yet enthralled
Nothing I do is quite small
And I held you aloft for the sun god
To scrutinize, hoping he'd not see
The ever weakening conviction
In his truth in my eyes
I suppose that's how it goes
We trade in our whims for heroes
Supernatural foibles
Wretched creaking pages and the brill
Bell tolls
Bring out your dead
But
Leave on your clothes...
Who will help the widow's son?
Nobody ever knows
So I sit as far back in the breadth of
A secret shadow
A societry of sapped marrow
Beguiles the moral
Estranged husbandry of misguided
Poison arrows
Nobody knows...
Hope
Nothing
Shows.
Bring out your dead
Leave on your clothes
Bring out your dead
The moot bell strolls a fancy dance
Of indifference
In your haughty hands
Right off a cliff
The saddest part of the riddle
Is when some smartass
Answers it
So
Make like a schizophrenic
And split.
#blaxpoetix
6/22/17
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ANTHONY XAVIER JACKSON California
I am a spoken word artist whose passion is music. I use a variety of media to render my works,
including traditional instrumentation such as guitar, bass and drums. I also employ synths and all the tools of my DAW to make improv pieces to back my poetry.
LPD, Burroughs, Tear Garden, Watts Prophets, Last Poets, Radiohead… so many influences.
Enjoy.
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