No Words

Jerk off to porn
Play video games
Get drunk

I’m not indicting
or mad

I’m forgiving

Because I understand
we’re all in
pain

We all differently feel the same
Fleetingly permanent like time
our emotions dip and wind
Like dancers in our own bodies
“Those dancing appear mad
when you can’t hear the music”

The folly mixed with genius of our creation
inspires a reflective smile in me

I cry internally
a lot
hoping for better anything

To live and die
fly
and never wonder, why?
To swim to the bottom of the ocean
and not drown
What creatures lie in the deep?

I never sleep
Just rest my eyes
I dream of dying skies
of purple orange dyed by the setting sun

I’ve never had fun
lost
or won
I am smart
and dumb
I am everyone
and no one

I don’t know what this means to you
You’ve never told me the truth
because you can’t articulate it

I’m an earthquake and a banging drum

When the day of revelation comes
I pray I’m raptured to the very God that made me

And heaven is real
And there are no words for
what I feel

Love Is Not Kind

I know a man who’s an island
I’m floating right here
in an empty sea of frost bitten darkness
Never touched

A black hole
Sucking in space
Destroying stars around me

What’s the theory of relativity
When boomerangs don’t come back?

I’d love to play catch
but people can’t throw
Or no one wants to throw to me
or catch

Feelings are the devil

Never understood
they swirl in a caldron of pain
That is my entity

Paint me a picture
Write me a symphony
They all come out the same
Lame

Say you understand
but we could never feel the same
Probably because I’m insane
Writing/Writhing in pain
with no one to blame

If you could feel me
I probably wouldn’t like that

I’m Mona Lisa
not smiling
on the Louvre wall
Don’t touch of the art!

We long to capture the beauty
To be the admirer, painter and subject
all at once
would be divine

Running through and out of
space and time
Everything is sublime
except me

Wherefore art thou Juliet?
I long for the day we met
and lay in serene serendipity
living forever
neither swallowing poison
nor feuding

Musings from my muse
would be salvation
As Salvator Mundi
through excavation
I finally see
me

Laughter Is the Language of the Soul

I feel like your most frequently used emojis say a lot about you. Are they mostly positive or negative? What’s number 1? Mine is 😂. Laughter is the language of the soul. I laugh A LOT. When you break it down, laughter is really a form of understanding and gratitude. It’s recognition of the current moment and appreciation of the humor in it. It’s insightful. It’s a blessing. Don’t take life too seriously. Enjoy it. Laugh more.

The Day I fell in Love with Music…

I fell in love with music on my 12th birthday. My dad bought me a boom box as a present. I jammed to the radio nonstop. But, I didn’t have any CDs. It just so happened this classmate Oswald was selling used CD’s the next day at school. I bought Midnight Marauders by A Tribe Called Quest from him for $5. I ran straight to my room when I got home, put the CD in and let it play. As the CD started spinning, the robotic female voice on the intro entranced me. The Afrocentric jazzy beats gyrated my spirit. I was hooked. I fell down the rabbit hole. At that moment something in me changed that I can’t quite describe. A new person was born. And, I’ve been spinning records ever since.

Journey to a Star

I find it impossible to fully articulate how much I am enthralled by the gift of life. Every day I wake up I’m happy to be me. That’s not to say I don’t go through hard times. We all do. But the good outweighs the bad, by a landslide.

Each breath I inhale feels sacred. I can feel the King’s blood of my ancestors pumping through my veins. I have visions. Some disturb me. But most captivate my spirit with a bright future that I cannot fathom.

Ever since I was a small child I knew that I was different. We’re all unique. But I knew I possessed special gifts for which I still have no explanation. I’ve forecasted the future, read people’s life stories on their faces and spoken to my ancestors. I’m in touch with energies and spirits other people cannot see.

For as long as I can remember I’ve been filled with a desire to change the world for the better. My parents are a huge inspiration for me. I’ve been blessed with so much love it’s only right to give love to the world. It would be a sin not to.

When my father was leaving the Motherland for America, a land he did not know, his mother, my dear departed grandma, told him he had a star in the sky just for him and he should follow that star. A while ago he told me the same thing.

I’ve been through so much in my life. I’ve been through trials and tribulations and possess dark secrets I’d rather not share. But by God’s grace with my angels at my shoulders and my ancestors guiding me, I made it. I’m here. I’m still alive.

Sometimes I feel like T’Challa mixed with Killmonger. I want to honor my traditions and my ancestors and save my people at the same time. But before you can save the world you must save yourself, so that’s my life’s mission. And I have determination as powerful as an earnest prayer.

On my path I’m not afraid to stop and smell the roses. Those who only know my club DJ persona would be surprised to know I’m not impressed by flashy shallow things. It’s the simple things in life that delight me the most, like: immersing myself in a foreign culture like when I went to Brazil, a providential conversation with a stranger, a walk in the snow in quiet woods, a long drive to an uncertain destination, watching the sunset in my village Ziope in Ghana, feeling the breeze from the ocean and staring at it realizing how small and insignificant I am then diving in and, of course, a kiss from a woman who almost understands me (I’ve never found one who fully did.).

The point is life is short and you only get one. You might as well make the most of it. Like my Pops always says, “you can do anything you want, you just can’t do nothing.” So, I choose to do something. I choose to be great. And I understand it’s not about the destination. It’s about the journey. And, I’m taking it all in.

When you see me going hard at my DJing, broadcasting, record label, blogging and other activities, don’t mind me. Just know I’m following my star. Better yet, cross paths with me. Until I take my place in the sky with my ancestors, I will walk the earth and evoke their spirits until the people speak my name.

Trayvon Martin, School Shootings, American Culture & Guns

When I heard about the shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkdale, Florida on the 14th, the first thing I thought was what a tragedy. All those young lives lost, that’s terrible. I prayed for the victims and their families. And it took place at school, where children are supposed to feel safe, we can’t stand for this. I did some research and I discovered that was the 17th school shooting in the short 45 days since we entered 2018. Compared to the rest of the world, that’s astronomically high. Some countries don’t have school shootings at all. So, why America?

My opinion can be encompassed in the phrase “Black Lives Matter.” Yes, the victims and the shooter were white, but there is a connection. And before you All Lives Matter proponents cry “reverse racism” with outrage, I challenge you to really think about why you’re saying that and hear me out.

America has a culture of violence and devalues human life. The US was founded on violence and racism. The colonialists raped and scalped Native Americans. The American government and powers that be enslaved Africans, killed and raped them, called them property, labeled them 3/5 of a person and they invented racism to justify their deeds.

We’re only a couple centuries removed from that abomination. That culture has been passed down from generation to generation in the few generations since then. We’ve made progress but we have a long way to go. Disagree that we have a long way to go? Then, as I remember him on this 6th anniversary of his tragic murder, how come Trayvon Martin was shot and killed by George Zimmerman and he got off Scott free? Trayvon was armed with an Arizona drink and some Skittles. What about Philando Castile and all the other black unarmed shooting victims? How does this relate to the Florida shooting victims?

They’re all apart of the same oppressive system: American culture and government. Personally, I believe in Karma and Universal law. No man is an island is an axiom for a reason. Everything affects everything else. Whether you’re black, white, latino, Asian or whatever race, if you watch an unarmed black man get killed by police on repeat on CNN and the officer doesn’t go to jail, even if it’s subconsciously, you’re going to determine that his life wasn’t worth justice or maybe anything at all.

Killing people unjustly with no recompense may reinforce devaluing others’ lives the same way, even your own. That’s the reality we live in. If you devalue one life, you devalue us all. So when we say Black Lives Matter, we’re really also saying All Lives Matter, so there should be no argument. But, that’s not how things get portrayed in the media.

The media are extremely influential and shape our reality. Violent movies, video games, TV shows, music, posts on social media, all of them have their effects. And it all started when colonialists came to America and decided that having land and wealth was more important than people’s lives. Colonialists massacred Native Americans. They took African slaves.

That attitude continues to this day. We live in a society where, if you work for a corporation, you could get killed on the job and they would replace you within a week and carry on like nothing happened. Employees are cogs in a wheel, rats in a race, earning minimal wages, while the higher ups make millions, even billions. You see, in America, nothing is more important than the almighty dollar, even human beings.

Add to that easy access to guns and you have a playing field that’s fertile for the violence we see these days. School kids, Trayvon, Castile… who’s next? Me? You?

It’s all apart of the same system. We need to value each other as human beings. The responsibility rests with all of us. Banning “assault rifles,” which are really guns with pistol grips that can fire shots by consecutively pulling the trigger without reloading, including hand guns, will not solve the problem. We need to change the violent culture in America. At a micro level, murdering someone is a psychological break down where the killer doesn’t value his own or the victim’s life.

To fix this, we need to create equality in the justice system and in overall American society. If anybody unarmed gets killed by police, the officer should go to jail, even if the victim is black. By punishing murderers it will demonstrate that the value of human life is paramount. This should be common sense. But, alas, common sense is not common.

We also need to get rid of racism. That’s long overdue. We need to see ourselves in each other and be aware of the programming that the powers that be are forcing on us through the media and culture to maintain the status quo and keep them on top. We need to deconstruct that.

All it takes is a little compassion. All major religions agree that we should treat others how we want to be treated. If the Florida school shooter Nikolas Cruz saw himself in those victims, he wouldn’t have shot them. The same goes for George Zimmerman murdering Trayvon Martin and Officer Yanez murdering Philando Castile. Those crimes could only happen in a society where people don’t value human life.