i'm a new man...jesus walk...the opposite of kanye talks and evangelical shoves...a new man...
...walk like a blind man behind the bulls eye of the terrordome, of the war mongers...like daredevil...vestibular chonchlea tuned in to the slightest taps on the tympanic membrane...
...give like my kindred smack, open hands that places so little value in material that a g for a hat for this month is alright, cause it's not that important...and afterall, he is a king with open hands for everyone around him who asks and doesn't, who needs...the family is always fed...
...diet on him like on vitex and black cohosh and wild yam and nettles, till his physical presence ceases to matter, because his spirit resides within me...
...his spirit...give...tip...look out for folk...don't worry about the come back...it'll come back...it already did...keep it open...invest in what you believe in...spend like it...it'll come back...
...humble like my brother...One who Knows...keep it humble and do...do cause you Love...do cause Love...do and shhhhh...do and seek no glory...because Glory belongs to ALLAH alone...hold it down...do and let others shine about it by listening to them by really listening, by bringing them out and their radiance...and speak through the lyrical verse of the written word that reads like zakir hussain tabla, like the meditations of an illmatic nas and letters of rilke...
...diet on him till i listen with the Quiet eyes of a prophet...and tread like a traveler on this keyboard...metamorphosis in the re-becoming...
...fearless like the little homie bear...young warrior...does...fists swifter than butterflies with stingers...words like butter...diet on this movement...
...depth real deep like the humble people's intellectual and hidden spiritual leader activist writer wordsmith - pop-dukes - an example of manhood, of masculinity, of holding it down, even without a dollar...just from the walk in belief of peace and justice...pop dukes who without degrees dissects literature from shakespeare to gandhi, from marx to kissinger like an alchemist mixing potions, in and out of appearance...and raises 3 boys to men in a foreign modern land with ancient mathematics...
...diet on him till depth in these readings, till dialectical materialism is more than a word to flaunt in post-modern circles crowded with ostentatious hyperbole...till the intellectual process of study is only matched by the movement of this body in manifesting the words and analysis which accompany them...
...methodological in the readings, analysis, and synthesis like the poet-philosopher cuzin, special k, who threads nietschze engels baldwin and malcolm x to upstream meaning so profound, rumi speaks...and returning to history over and again with tools to unscrew, dismantle, rearrange - methodology, that is lived and engaged through movement, through action, through sharing ruminations and creating the spaces to do this...
...diet on him till i am chuckling, and reading wherever i am, and deconstructing for meaning that i share and ponder through writings and discussions...
...blessed to have other positive men in my life, men who are Giants...men who i diet on, till there spirits mingle into my becoming...
...men like cuzin step, who steps from san fran to bk to bogota in strides, like the world was his without a claim, just is, cause why wouldnt it be...step who is a loose canon and says and does without filter, fearless...step who represents the nexus of where vision meets movement...no distinction...
...diet on step till i am expressing boldly, fearlessly, making moves without too much talk, playful with the world cause its a playground...
...many more...cuzin chino who shows up...who knows how to show up...who is a friend in the old school sense, not from the occaissional email or text, but a call, a visit, a hand with the move...
diet on him till i am present for those around me...
...together i am a present, fearless, purposeful, humble, generous, active, smooth, sparkling, charismatic, methodological, flirtatious, intellectual, doer, mover, shower-upper, investor-in-purpose...like the prophet isa, muhammad, like the philosopher malcolm shabazz...
...these words are for you...have them...they are yours...adorn them like a hot shower, like a dip in a february coney island ocean...
....these works are ready for the movement...ny humble hustlers...refugees of outcaste hindus converted to islam, like myself, my lineage; nothun york refugees of mississipi, louisiana, georgia, the carolinas, of the appalachia, of mohawk and mohegan land, of nepal and punjab and the westbank and gaza and holocaust camps in germany and poland and russia...resilient refugees of haiti and egypt and vietnam and the phillipines and jamaica and trinidad, of ireland and italy and argentina and chile and honduras and puerto rico and the dominican republic and cambodia in a bronx sprawl looking and smelling like dhaka, 3rd worlders seeking refuge in a first, with memories to reinvent geographic histories in apartments the size of a houston walk-in closet...
...go out to dance on mountains overlooking graveyards to dance with the spirits of the sycamore bare feet and bleeding poetry for your wedding day...
...find meaning in the meaning...found and lost on the conscious...literary genetics unfolding strands of darkness to get to Light...
...need you...need your kind...need you real deep...need you to shine King...Queen...here for You...
