| ~Da' Joynt~ The Journey Notwithstanding |
| I'm learning to live alive because I'm learning to Love Supreme, I couldn't understand it before so I had to start diggin, diggin in rhythm, diggin in beats, diggin in sound til I was moving my feet, moving my hands, moving my heart to talk, to talk in psalms, to talk in truth, to talk in thought to talk to you.... Memories of how my village sang sweet harmonies and chants for GOD to bless a child, transformed into Old Negro Spirituals by my new native tongue, and as I Wade in the Water, I'm torn from my family you can torture my body, but my soul you cannot slaughter, now my daughter is not allowed to speak so she sings the blues, accompanied by swing-time jazz and it just keeps on evolving, and even though I keep falling I know that I have to get up, I need to get up, I shout out to the world Wake-up Everybody, but nobody wants to listen, if only my people were a piece of clay then I could shape how they use this influence this..this music, but I see must first return to my root, the beat inside my foot is derived from my soul, it calls out from the Congo drums to the hums of hymns in my mind to sound in action surpassing my pain, the refrain is repeated so I string these chords of hope so I can refrain from living on a down-hill slope, I'm learning to cope this is so vivid it's busting out my chest, tingling my hands, bobbing my head, moving my feet, shaking my legs, to the point where I'm no longer in my short-legged stance; this is dance dancing to the Rhythm of the Night, awakening the dead but Round Midnight, I drift into a Quiet Storm of self-thought, my new native tongue is no longer my Native tongue, its been taken away I have so much to say and no way to say it, but wait..... the beat is coming back, creativity is on track, I hear, I listen, I mimic, I flip it, I hear, I listen, I mimic, I flip it, No description, it's intrinsic, self-sufficient and interdependent because just as much as I need it, it needs me I speak in whispers that shout out truth from elder to youth I induce conscious labor, active isms, spiritual psalms that calm through the palms of hands "You know, we really did write this'" and through this new speech CHAINED MEN STAND, HIDDEN TRUTHS ARE NOW SEEN SONGS OF CAGED BIRDS ARE NOW FREE , and I'd like to say I chose these words but the words chose me and that's just how it is, this is poetry, Now I'm learning to heal, I'm learning to feel I couldn't understand it before so I had to start diggin, diggin in rhythm, diggin in beats, diggin in sound til I was moving my feet, moving my hands, moving my heart to talk to talk in Psalms, to talk in Truth, to talk in Thought, to talk to You.... |
| K. Dial 2/10/03 |