Artea Mae Beamon (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

Artea Mae Beamon

she been walking here
on the other side of the road
since way back when
can you still remember then
mumbling to herself
in those low enchanting humms

thick dusty braids they crown her head
with eyes looking there in the yonder
in old clothes that never fit just right
her long bony legs they bowed
by people they saw her but never minded
her long melodic stride drumming here
in the squalor of splattered dark shadows
wallowing in the vomit of they drunken baptisms
mumbling to herself
in those low enchanting humms

and in the snare of a joke we poisoned her dead
burying all the words never did form on her lips
a moment’s reprise from our jealous despise
in the wake of her sordid demise
is all that she was ever given
mumbling to herself
in those low enchanting humms

and we go keeping on laughing trying to hide
from the festering guilt she bleeding here inside’us
with the strange haunting flaying of her eyes
and’us still standing around sitting
just like her seen’us here when
she coming along marching in a soldier’s splendor
dancing underneath her heavy load
that lightning stare daunting and cadently thrashing
scolding loudly in the silence of a mother’s care
at the swallowing enlarging
of this numbing retarding
in which we all be always leaning on one another
just be leaning on one another here wait’n
and passing on all alone in her daily roam
mumbling to her self
in those low enchanting humms

Oh now where are you (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

Oh now where are you
(the prayer of a scared and lonely woman)

in my wandering blindly
running from that what scares me
hurting those who never mind
I live on the leftovers of others like me
those standing there on quiet washed roads
in beggard clothes and hunchbacked mode

the smooth skin
that once caressed my face
and the soft formed body warm
that used to spread and consume living things
are slowly leaving me behind
in sugar wrappers and desperate plans
and dark prosaic hands
and those who hold me but never see
the dreams drifting here underneath

if I could see my face
and know what is there
and feel the red blood bursting through
taste the burn of hot suns
and the kiss of southern winds
and then begin again

Ask:

Ask: How am I advancing that against which I’m protesting?

collaging collagings (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

collaging collagings
(smearing-duh-ing-ing)

strolling thick dark lips smug mug’d
scared ofay ophidians desperationing
iberian populat’n cannibaliz’n politico
and the other hues clawing in between
they all leeching us all who’re sopped
’cause we sopp’n in here just like them
‘round ‘n’round and on back on around
every one at a nother just like any other
holding onto the nipples of abused agenda
petrify’n in the mouth of legacy mongerers
so aint feeling how this one size it fitting all
“!!so what mother fucker!!long as i git’n mine!
aint this here the greatest greatest there is!!
so powder your nose where the camera it on
and just gone requisition yo’ ownself some”
dastardly scrabbled by clamoring babblers
in doodaded stalls full of tird prosaic altars
and amended amens there amen’n aloudly
“this all like’it is cause dis how it all is-ing”
wearing our own posturationing norms
tatoooos disguising our emptying arms
delusive porn of this invisiblin karma
aint no body screaming being heard
in the grand callousive numbing
of this mastur-a-bationing om

choral-lizing juba-lizing . . . (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

*choral-lizing juba-lizing a stultifying dis-synergizing

coffling eyes numbing
in the humm drumm sunging
of clamorous hustlers pluming
in talented tenth–ing clubs
this ancient hubris
still scheming in gangs gangling on
leeching the blood of us all
spilling here looking
it mo’ insidious now
nesting in nefarious vocalizings
anesthetizing synthesizings
of old rhythmating charms
dissolving all of us
denying on in our rusing refusals
to just pause while here inside
and reverently muse
scared we all stumbling
running ‘round trying to hide
from this colding emptying
swelling torridly inside us
desperately fusing
propagating on out here all around
aloning is eroding the sands of our beaches
swallowing ourselves on
in our own entangling arms
playing to the blaring sirens
of this persistent dismaying
coffling eyes numbing
in the humm drumm sunging
of clamorous hustlers pluming
in talented tenth–ing clubs
this ancient hubris
still scheming in gangs gangling on
leeching the blood of us all
spilling here looking
it mo’ insidious now
nesting in nefarious vocalizings
anesthetizing synthesizings
of old rhythmating charms
dissolving all of us
denying on in our rusing refusals
to just pause while here inside
and reverently muse
standing up leaning
we feeling around on our knees
snorting vain delusions
of masturbating hands
shuffling our scant aborting ponderings of why
consuming all everything
grabbing way ‘fore it comes
there is no anchoring ground
to which we will bound
hypnotically sucking
our dry brittle bones of renown
and rehearsing
our vaunting howling enthrallings
so you knowing
my face is the one that’s in vogue
just in case it be the case
that we come to be found
coffling eyes numbing
in the humm drumm sunging
of clamorous hustlers pluming
in talented tenth–ing clubs
this ancient hubris
still scheming in gangs gangling on
leeching the blood of us all
spilling here looking
it mo’ insidious now
nesting in nefarious vocalizings
anesthetizing synthesizings
of old rhythmating charms
dissolving all of us
denying on in our rusing refusals
to just pause while here inside
and reverently muse

*audio available at http://www.nadhiriwrites.com
Copyright © 2009Asili Ya Nadhiri

touching is (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

touching is

a longing alouding
of whispering soliloquies
softlying enfleshing
with no trespassing

a sensuous promising
gracefully consuming
nearly ever swallowing
a hungering caressing
wantingly entangling on

In a quantum/cosmological context, entangling is
a most beautifully elegant and timeless concept

this drumm i beating on me (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

borned bound i borned
and bound again
then i borning borned
re-bound again

this drumm i beating on me
(for Bud Powell)

strolling wandered ‘round this
feeling for where sump’n that it warm
dimming moist repensive eyes
staring here over there
reaching at one another
‘cross soft woodening faces
burnt burning cold

but this some thing in here
that it trying to keep on wombing
swelling all up in me
that this dark swollen hold
that undulating my soul
and perpetrating this mould
this thing what it give me this cover
making me making me made
too numb to dare

hands they with no fingers
reaching out of they bones
fulling white rings smeared
‘round dark hungry mouths
who they running and running
from they running and running
and running and running
they nursing and nursing the fearing-ed
what onto that that they held
that they holding on
snacked-on here eating
in swallowing undergrounds

en-clevering decadencing (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

en-clevering decadencing

splashings loudly bodaciously bodacious
loquaciously splatterings in the pupil-ling of our eyes
hooching things hazing synthesizing fantasizings
paralyzing socializing with infantizing mesmerizing
resonating burrowers here sucking on in our wallowings
who they just our aloning soliloquys begging for enfleshing
spinning making so like us aint doing what’us doing
us wrapping up in the charmings of our potionings
wantonly colding on the face of a numbing retarding
snorting the whims of transgendering enthrallings
squandering on in this scattering en-folding
worshipping bloodsucking hustlers mogulizing
mobilizing in-visible-lizing with visiblizing
amen-ing rationalising in a marching disregarding
canonizing this libation us keeping coming on around
drama-tizing its’ anthems as salvation for us all
here bragg’n ’bout how’us swagg’n like’us spose’n
aint no mattering ’bout druming the rhyming
or however else us syncing this sloshing in our heads
us just all in here seeing one another
as some what-ever who-ever else-ing instead

en-clevering decadencing (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

en-clevering decadencing

splashings loudly bodaciously bodacious
loquaciously splatterings in the pupil-ling of our eyes
hooching things hazing synthesizing fantasizings
paralyzing socializing with infantizing mesmerizing
resonating burrowers here sucking on in our wallowings
who they just our aloning soliloquys begging for enfleshing
spinning making so like us aint doing what’us doing
us wrapping up in the charmings of our potionings
wantonly colding on the face of a numbing retarding
snorting the whims of transgendering enthrallings
squandering on in this scattering en-folding
worshipping bloodsucking hustlers mogulizing
mobilizing in-visible-lizing with visiblizing
amen-ing rationalising in a marching disregarding
canonizing this libation us keeping coming on around
drama-tizing its’ anthems as salvation for us all
here bragg’n ’bout how’us swagg’n like’us spose’n
aint no mattering ’bout druming the rhyming
or however else us syncing this sloshing in our heads
us just all in here seeing one another
as some what-ever who-ever else-ing instead

water coloringed (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

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water coloringed

they spreadinged and swallowinged on
in this low droning stare
of who this who in here
who for they selfing
purpled grey splotchings aloninged
wrinkling and drying on out on one another
growinged hard too soon

welfaringed moments
they chanting and caressing us all
bleeding on through the veils
of invisibled-ling faces
running on out here
all over us all

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