Heru vs. Set – A Modern Day Drama


The beginning.
A thrashing of souls.
Brought forth by truth.
The pain, deeply rooted in ego, trauma and hasty decisions.
And the list goes on.

The beginning.
Turmoil bubbles into discord.
Discord into infidelity.
Infidelity into chaos.
Chaos into separation of life.

Self destructive model born and left to ridicule and scorn.
A season of evolution, disruption and scattered solution.

Inevitable difference, deference, and dissonance.
The making of a form fitting farce.
Listening to the mud slingers,
Plastering lost faces with compounded pain.  And we wait for rain.

…And we wait in vain.

We wait for clean to exist.  And for wind to resist.  We listen for song and dance and sweat and sex and let down.  Sorrow dounced in hope.

We are stuck in the season for hurt people to hurt people.
The spring demonstrates the rebirth, bred from right brain drain; from the need for healing.

Hibernation – time for generation, meditation and hydration.  Let the liquid flow, the fluidity of ripe conscious mind in need of harmony.
A harmony brought on by nature.

Childish games shall pass into waste buckets of self-righteousness and hypocritical rhetoric.

Let us Begin


Taking a mystical stance on this road to freedom.

When I’m confronted with the blindside,

Suffering from false pride,

Third eye opens wide.

Liquid pools of bliss.

Following the ancient thought,

Thoth if you truly taught,

Scribe for the ages,

The Goddess misbehavin’,

But shedding her truth to the world.

The masculine metaphor of righteous path and folklore relinquishes the damage and despair.

Ridding souls of dwelling scars, learning histories of soulmate broken promise and mistakes,

Lies for the cover-up…

And we wait…

In the mist of confession we wane, we blame, and we bend the rules.

All the while, we look for refuge in inner city bedroom blues.


An abundant organ.

The reality of a realm void of derma definition. A pressure gift from the divine.  A love of proportions yet to be determined and too often intertwined.

We cross into a world of gratitude and fear.  This world begins to define me, to bring my reality into focus of both pain and privilege.

The truth is I am weak and in need of a prayer and empathy – true wisdom.

There are many souls colliding with mine and my tears are often on the inside.  Eating my intestines like old school.  Poisoning my loins like viper bites and bee stings.

The gracious, humble redemptive spirit bleeds into new dimension where my soul is free.  My identity is me.  Afrikan descendant – scholar soul brotha working for respect.  Pushing the envelope ‘cause I’ve got haters out there.

My soul mate said – fuck ‘em.   You’ll never satisfy a hater.

So I listen, I learn.  They don’t like me ‘cause I’m light skinned?  That yellow nigga.  …that shit is hilarious.

So was WEB, and Carter G, and Bob Marley,  Kwame Ture wasn’t too dark either, and Angela.  What about Cornel and Nikki, and Sonia, and Huey, Sertima, and Booker T. (both of ‘em), and Browder, Claude, and El Hajj Malik, and Langston, Muata, and Haki, and Elijah, and Karenga.

You still wastin your time hatin?

So, I embrace the deep tones of Garvey, and John Henrik, and Tupac and Roberon, Martin and Seale, and Tosh, Nkrumah, and Nyere, Black Ice and Black Thought, and even Jordan (with his wack ass), and Venus and Serena, Idris…

Now you get it?

Sounds like you’re hatin on yourself, cause I gots no beef with my own.  Karibu into my zone.

Denounce the deflective spirit, dependent on a system think process of crucifixion and deception.  I rise above the bullshit and ascend to greatness.

Join me on the journey.  Safari njema to the peacemaker mass movement.  Keep pressin the dials on devices, slide your fingers up down left right.  Get the word into the streets, in the classroom, on the net, create, meditate.  Find your solace, solitude and humility from within. Ya dig?

Know this – I’m of earth tone hue.  And beyond that?  Who gives a fuck about my skin…

“colorism within the black community has been a serious emotional and psychological battle” – break the Willie Lynch Syndrome.