Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Noyz - Keep Movin' On feat. MC FÜBB

My homie Noyz (who, in case you missed it, produced my my entire last album, ITFONA) has his new album, Degrees of Freedom (which is available in its entirety for FREE DOWNLOAD). Here is the track I collaborated with him on (track five on the album), "Keep Moving On":

Saturday, May 19, 2012


I watched them drink,
my mouth not salivating –
a god-given gift –
and around me saw the dances of life,
the different flavours of temperaments,
myself, themselves,
all human beings flickering together
for brief moments
before we expire.

To work in the fields,
to raise a child,
to leave a mark in history;
who’s to say which shape
a life will take,
which forms we assume
while we drift,
while we force our wills
this way and that.

An aching muscle,
a swollen ankle,
a broken jaw;
we are as glass to the rocks.

And yet we rise,
we show up,
we squeeze the nectar from the fruit.

Thursday, May 17, 2012


Plunge into the unknown.
Utterly foreign scrapes and bruises,
wheezing lungs
and chattering teeth.

Listen to the calls of the mountains,
the silent screams of  clouds
that whisper both the dreams
and the nightmares of babes.

Lick the dew off the moss
if a finger’s touch
is not enough.

See, feel,
and listen to thoughts.

Signs and wonders
all along the way.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

the poet

he sits alone,
surrounded by dozens of sheets
of crumpled, torn, and crinkled paper,

scribbles of words and fragments of sentences
littering the space between the lines,
some of them boring, cliché verses,
the odd one or two works of genius.

the echoes of words from
Kipling, Eliot, Cummings, Crane, and Morris Granatstein,
line from Rakim, Mos Def, Kweli, Common, KRS-ONE, and Guru
reverberate in his skull,
sweeping over his brain,
trickling into his soul.

he gets quiet,
sits, listens,
breathes, and feels

drops of his spirit
bleed out of the pen’s tip
and stain the notebook in his hand;
poetry, prose, lyrics
all fuse into one substance
as the streets he’s walked,
the sweat and tears he’s lost
and the victories won,
come rushing back like winds
with the power to change the course
of a river’s flows,
just for an instant,
as he writes.