Dear Man Child

Dear man child
who has been lied to
by not being taught
the battle field is
Inside you
And by being given countless anthems to ride to
While being denied the news
That who you need to ride on
Is inside you

The groundbreaking ceremonial
hard hat
Picture opportunity
suits & ties
Cut that ribbon
Which separates truth & lies
but real men build up families from the inside
Real men build up men
from the inside
now that all the rivers of initiation have dried
Tell me what we have to live for
if we
have never been taught why
we are alive ?

Why suicide if I feel too alive to explain why I have never been taught why to die.
How to die.
When to die.
Where to die.
Where the I
meets the you
and the u-niverse meets my eye
(Wondering) Why
the universe meets my eye?
With a greeting of peace at times
At times a war cry

A tear meets my eye

Dear man child who has been lied to by not being taught the battle field is inside you
demonic onyx vortex
The angelic ancient relic
The good & the evil
side too
The one eyed & the one no one
can stand beside too
Inside you
The Moses & the Pharoah
The Abraham & Nimrod
The grenade & the pin
been dislodged
The isra and the mi’raj
Every minhaj
The slave master
and the whip’s scars
Imhotep & Jim Crow step
Limo to the pinto
I been blown & and you ain’t heard my demo yet
My kinfolk left
My sins grow legs & then go step
With revenge in their eyes
&
the 4-0 tucked
In the waist line
aint gon’ waste time
till the po po bent
The block
Pivot on the baseline
With the rock
But I’m the criminal & the victim so who I’m gone get
To stop?
The violence
If the cops do come they gon’
Only be in time to chalk my likeness
& prop my eyelids
(& what they gon find is):
I’m the hero & the villain
& theres not no side kick
No accomplice arm leg leg arm head
Heading into an Army of Headless Hallajs
Liquid collages
Precious mirages
Cock go iron & the shots go firing like its autopilot & it’s not no sirens
It’s just me in front & behind the barrel
the perennially oppressed
& the obstinate tyrant
The obstacles my I-ness
Till I’ve been silenced
Isis Osiris Horus Iris
Hoor al-‘ayn us
Before the hour finds us in blindness
Ya Noor

Dear man child
who has been lied to
by not being taught
the battle field
is inside u
And by being given countless anthems to ride to
While being denied
the news
That who you need to ride on
Is inside you

(Ramadan Reflections, day 1 1435/2014)

Time & Space

Time is silly
So is space
I’m here, I’m there. 
I’m then, I’m now
There it’s then now.
Here it’s not yet then
He was
And no longer is
As all of us
Will be.
We once weren’t 
And yet we are

It never wasn’t now
And then has never come
Yet I wait for a moment 
when I’ll be finally all I’ve ever been

Time is silly
So is space
Here & now 
is all we’ve ever found
Though we’ve searched 
for then and there
It always slipped 
our grasp somehow

The future was a lie
the past is but a dream
There
is just a place 
no one has never been
When I finally got to then 
it had turned itself to now
& every now and then 
I would find that 
then was here somehow

When I finally got to there
here is all that I could see
Oh I kept seeking you 
but when I got to you 
My I was you
and you were me

Very excited to be on the road for the next few months. Hitting 9 countries on 5 continents. Many places for the first time (France, Indonesia, Malaysia, Singapore, Australia). I’ll be posting regular updates on dates & venues, performance footage, pictures and videos from the road and just basic tour shenanigans on www.facebook.com/barakabluemusic . Stay tuned. Love & Light!

Very excited to be on the road for the next few months. Hitting 9 countries on 5 continents. Many places for the first time (France, Indonesia, Malaysia, Singapore, Australia). I’ll be posting regular updates on dates & venues, performance footage, pictures and videos from the road and just basic tour shenanigans on www.facebook.com/barakabluemusic . Stay tuned. Love & Light!

If you wish to understand this way. (A sketch).

If you wish to understand this way
watch a simple man wash his feet for prayer

A desert man.
A forest man.

All you’ll need
to understand this Deen
is the amount of time
it takes a mountain man
to mount his steed

To watch a poor woman who never
learned to read
pick the Book up
in her wrinkled hands
when everyones asleep
press it to her forehead and
lips is all you need
to understand
its contents and everything it means.

Listen only to a man
who hears the silence in the sound

If you can hear his heart beat
when his forehead hits the ground
you will understand the meaning
the meaning of this way

and when you understand
there will be little left to say.

and when you understand
there will be little left to say.

For you’ll be listening to signs
all around you
and on that day
when finding them has found you
you will no longer object to
the fools and what they say

You have never seen,
if you’ve never seen
a blind man pray.

Or a mute man
tell you with his eyes
what no language can convey.

Or a murderer shed tears
of repentance in a cage
never finding freedom until he became a slave.

Many men are filled to the brim with very little
in ignorance of ignorance and think they hold the riddle

a simple man’s head is empty
only an emptiness can fit the truth
only when the sand has settled
can you see the waters through

Only when you learn to read the symbols
can you see the author’s view
only when you polish the mirrors face
can you see the authors you.

When the shots were fired
crowd feet fled, dust grew
only when the smoke cleared
could you see who you shot
was you

And there you lay
smoke rising from your barrel
Moses’ people running free
the flood engulfing Pharaoh

And there you lay
Joseph in the well
the brothers running home
with the tales that they will tell

and there you lay in peace
in horror there you stood
everything and nothingness
merging in a yellow wood.

As they diverge again for good and you must choose a way
follow an unlettered orphan
and you’ll never go astray.

You’ll never go astray
you’ll never go astray.
Watch how he plants his feet
and you will understand this way.

| I want to love you as powerfully as the one who loves nothing but God loves everything | 

Rumi’s Cave | Last Night | Book Launch | Reedbed Diaspora | reedbeddiaspora.com |

| I want to love you as powerfully as the one who loves nothing but God loves everything |

Rumi’s Cave | Last Night | Book Launch | Reedbed Diaspora | reedbeddiaspora.com |

Rocking tomorrow with my brother @amirsulaiman in Manchester. Light!

Rocking tomorrow with my brother @amirsulaiman in Manchester. Light!

This new poetry project - Reedbed Diaspora -  has been many years in the making. Pleased to have the official release party at Rumi’s Cave @myrumiscave in London in a few days. Ill be reading all new pieces! The book will be available globally very soon.

This new poetry project - Reedbed Diaspora - has been many years in the making. Pleased to have the official release party at Rumi’s Cave @myrumiscave in London in a few days. Ill be reading all new pieces! The book will be available globally very soon.

Look who I stumbled upon walking down the street in North Weezy London. Sharing sacred space & Halal Jerk Chicken with the beautiful people at Rumi’s Cave.

Look who I stumbled upon walking down the street in North Weezy London. Sharing sacred space & Halal Jerk Chicken with the beautiful people at Rumi’s Cave.

Spoke to this high school class in North London (where the riots popped off 2 yrs ago). The teacher asked me to speak about “gang culture” - as it is widespread in their hood. We talked about crime, rap music, politics, corporations, power, race & religion all through the lens of the life & legacy of Malcolm X.

They were so hilarious yet respectful and kept it 100% honest. Seeing their eyes light up as I spit a verse ( from Stay Original) reminded me of myself at their age - how impressionable and open I was - and made me choke up a but at the weight of the moment. Such a blessing to stare into the eyes of the future.

Spoke to this high school class in North London (where the riots popped off 2 yrs ago). The teacher asked me to speak about “gang culture” - as it is widespread in their hood. We talked about crime, rap music, politics, corporations, power, race & religion all through the lens of the life & legacy of Malcolm X.

They were so hilarious yet respectful and kept it 100% honest. Seeing their eyes light up as I spit a verse ( from Stay Original) reminded me of myself at their age - how impressionable and open I was - and made me choke up a but at the weight of the moment. Such a blessing to stare into the eyes of the future.

Last Night | Cafe Cairo | London | Native Sun | Baraka Blue

Last Night | Cafe Cairo | London | Native Sun | Baraka Blue

Hip Hop Afro Blue Eyed Soul. Blessed to rock with these two at the Native Sun send off show as they embark on a US-Mexico tour. #goodmusic

Hip Hop Afro Blue Eyed Soul. Blessed to rock with these two at the Native Sun send off show as they embark on a US-Mexico tour. #goodmusic