WHY SO 

     Rhetorically: Why have a significant number of the recent immigrants (less than a generation, 1st, 2nd generation) who have most recently become legal citizens of the United States of America become avid supporters of the current movement to stop the flow of immigrants to this country? AFTER ALL THE GLAMOROUS AND THEATRICAL RHETORIC AND DEMONSTRATIONS, A PERSON WHO IS HUNGRY WANTS FOOD, A PERSON WHO IS OPPRESSED WANTS PAYBACK, AND A PERSON WHO FEELS INVISIBLE WANTS VISIBILITY —UNLESS THEY ARE IMBUED WITH A MORALITY THAT IS NOT ALL ABOUT !ME!ME!ME!ME!An imbuing which is most highly unlikely in their new society which is presently so rabidly obsessing with !ME!ME!ME!ME!ME!ME!MEEEEE!!!!!

Those members of society who are simply concerned with winning some ever elusive game, are always looking forward to the “high of a victory celebration”. Those who are concerning themselves with the euphoria of living in a new day and experiencing it propagation on and on and on . . . are always celebrating by working on and on and on in an effort to insure its perpetuity.

(an excerpt from) dark mattering in this spacing of time

why wont i never seeeeeeeeeeee
what this i doing to me
why wont i never seeeeeeeeeeee
what this i doing to me
‘cause if i wont never let me seeee
who this i aint is all i ever be
why wont i never seeeeeeeeeeee
what this i doing to me
why wont i never seeeeeeeeeeee
what this i doing to me
‘cause if i wont never let me seeee
who this i aint is all i ever be
why wont i never seeeeeeeeeeee
what this i doing to me
SHUPE SHO-BE-DO-BE-DO
why wont i never seeeeeeeeeeee
what this i doing to me
SHO-BE-DO-BE-SHO-BE-DO-BE-DO
‘cause if i wont never let me seeee
who this i aint is all i ever be
DO-BE-DOOO-DO-BE-DO-BE-DO
why wont i never seeeeeeeeeeee
what this i doing to me
SHUPE SHO-BE-DO-BE-DO
why wont i never seeeeeeeeeeee
what this i doing to me
SHO-BE-DO-BE-SHO-BE-DO-BE-DO
‘cause if i wont never let me seeee
who this i aint is all i ever be
DO-BE-DOOO-DO-BE-DO-BE-DO
why wont i never seeeeeeeeeeee

Copyright © 1995 Asili Ya Nadhiri

somebody else will

 We must learn to always be taking care to determine what goes into our minds to be incubating. If we do not exercise this most fundamental and universal right, do not worry because somebody else will most gladly and eagerly usurp this duty, and be making this decision for us. BE  WARNED: THE DECISIONS THEY MAKE WILL BE TO THEIR LIKING WITH LITTLE OR NO CONCERN FOR WHAT YOU MIGHT PREFER. BUT, YOUWILL BE HELD TOTALLY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHATEVER HAPPENS AS A RESULTS OF THIS BEHAVIOR THAT SOMEONE OTHER THAN YOU IS DECIDING SHOULD BE INCUBATING IN YOUR MIND.

          PLEASE! JUST BECAUSE SOMEONE HOLLARS AND VOMITS ABSURDITIES DOES NOT WARRANT THEIR FACE BEING IN THE NEWS—OH MY GOODNESS, MY BAD! PLEASE FORGIVE ME, I FORGOT: PUTTING THAT FACE ON FRONT PAGE IS MONEY FOR OUR NEWS MEDIA AND ANOTHER PROMOTION OF OUR GLORIOUS CELEBRATIONING OF !ME!ME!ME!

Absurdity-ing:
Trying to Debate With an Addict

Those members of our society (and their followers) who have managed to garner vast public attention in their desperately endless effort to satisfy their !ME!ME!ME! addictionare simply addicts in the manner of common drug addicts. They know they are never going it achieve that ultimate high and that the chances of them destroying (overdosing) themselves in their never-ending pursuit are practically absolute. They, however, continue to increase their diabolical machinationing in order to increase their dosage in the hopeless pursuit of a phantom reality. These extraordinarily insecure citizens are trying camouflage the overwhelming feeling that they are really invisible and nakedly weak. Their addiction and the religious vicariousness of their followers enables them to keep hanging onto a tomorrow.

These citizens are certainly news items; but only in the manner of common junkies (drug addicts). The News Media does not need to report, analyze, and debate each and every fix (drug consumption) of these addicts. All of their activities and verbal spillings are always the same ad infinitum in terms of an ultimate objective. And theirs is the same body, oftentimes in slightly different clothing. IT IS ESSENTIAL WE REALIZE THAT ADDICTS (AND THEIR FOLLOWERS) DO NOT CARE ABOUT FACTS AND LOGIC. AT BEST THESE ARE ONLY GAMES (CHESS MATCHES) DURING WHICH THEY CAN FLAUNT THEIR SERPENTINING SKILLS—AND WE MUST MAKE SURE WE ARE AWARE OF THE NATURE OF PAWNS. OUR NEWS MEDIA NEED ONLY REPORT EVENTS FACTUALLY ENOUGH TO CONVEY A REASONABLY COGENT PICTURE OF THE RESPECTIVE EVENT; AND AVOID SUPPLYING THE ADDICTS AND THEIR VICARIOUSING PAWNS WITH A FIX (DRUG DOSE) BY ENGAGING IN CONTROVERSIAL REPORTING THAT ONLY ENGENDERS ENDLESS DEBATES THAT KEEP MAKING THESE ADDICTS THE HEADLINES IN ALMOST ALL THE NEWS. PLEASE REALIZE: NEWS REPORTING, PRESENTLY, IS ONLY EXACERBATING THESE ADDICTS’ ABSOLUTE OBSESSION WITH EXPERIENCING THE ULTIMATE HIGH: “THE ROYAL CORONATIONING OF “THE OMNIPOTENT ME!”

We are arrogantly and religiously celebrating “!ME!ME!ME!ME!ME! TO THE WHATEVER IT TAKES EXCLUSIONING OF YOU” This is truly a national emergency.  WE MUST ERADICATE  THIS PERNICIOUSLY INSISTENT MORAL VIRUS BEFORE ATTENDING OUR LESSER IMPORTANT PERSONAL OBJECTIVES.

-ingly
(into each other)

you are here with me
long before you come
and I am holding you so close
the warm moisture of your breath
is gently washing and massaging my face
and I can hear the drumming in our bosoms
pouring one into the other
and I am beginning to come to you

I am talking with you
here in the mirror at dawn
at work in the dry spaces of the day
while walking alone in the evening
when the air is clear
and generous with its wisdom
and your soft round browns
begin to explode in me rubbing raw nerves
with sensuous brushings and nourishing words
delicately etching in tracings of your smile
and I am beginning to come to you

the taste of you is everywhere
my mouth my stomach my eyes my ears
on the ends of my fingertips
spreading as oceans boundlessly
enslaving my thoughts
in smooth melodious musings
to ancient rhythms in ghetto tunes
we’re dervishly whirling and twirling
warming each other as best we can
in this bubbular pocket of rented things
framed in cold and lonely sounds

by the time you have come here with me
there is little to see
you’ve been consuming me for so long
only open and naked pores are left
your eyes come quietly into mine
and whisper in native tongues
tones sung through me for so long
and now we’re spilling over
in the urgings of torrid new hungers
savagely wrestling us to the ground
and bathing us in short orgasmic spillings
and I am beginning to come to you

Copyright © 1993 Asili Ya Nadhiri

 

*parramore-inged-ing
(like they aint no mo’ playing checkers no mo’) 

ah ju’ah’ju’ah juuu ju Juuuuuuu
ah ju’ah ju juuu JUUUUUuuuuuu . . .
they dark faces wait’n ‘round
when they use’ta be stand’n dere lean’n here sit’n
stare-ing on inside veined browned yellowing eyes
who in dey heads black mans
who in dey heads jitterbugging
ah ju’ah’ju’ah juuu ju Juuuuuuu
ah ju’ah ju juuu JUUUUUuuuuuu . . .
why do you look on walking
so far-ring away here
full-ling with what
it farther-ring you
in the cover you warming
but will not let you see
ah ju’ah’ju’ah juuu ju Juuuuuuu
ah ju’ah ju juuu JUUUUuuuuuu . . .
arms on they alone-inged
playing on in they hugging
and all there is
is this all there is
ah ju’ah’ju’ah juuu ju Juuuuuuu
ah ju’ah ju juuu JUUUUUuuuuuu . . .
corners they porches slowly quickly no parking
strolling on in they standing there standing
waving out through they look’n
nodded they nodding on nodd’n avenues
ah ju’ah’ju’ah juuu ju Juuuuuuu
ah ju’ah ju juuu JUUUUUuuuuuu . . .
still hear this sump’n in’me feel’n
jes’ caint i tell what it say
still hear this sump’n in’me feel’n
jes’ caint i tell what it say
still hear this sump’n in’me feel’n
jes’ caint i tell what it say
duh rhyme it fake’n me out
aint what be me this any way
still hear this sump’n in’me feel’n
jes’ caint i tell what it say
still hear this sump’n in’me feel’n
jes’ caint i tell what it say
still hear this sump’n in’me feel’n
jes’ caint i tell what it say
duh rhyme it fake’n me out
aint what be me this any way
aint what be me this any way
aint what be me this any way
aint what be me this any way
ah ju’ah ju juuu JUUUUUuuuuuu . . .

*The heart-street of the oldest African American residential area in Orlando, Florida

Copyright  ©  2002 Asili Ya Nadhiri