This Love is past, future and is always present
This Love transcends the limitations of space/time
This Love is knowledge applied with grace
So it is the light that gives birth to wisdom
This Love is focused like a surgeon in the midst of an operation
With the heart of all humanity held in the palms
Tasked with infusing it with the blood of the cosmos
The breath of infinity
And colors from a spectrum our eyes are still too toddler to perceive
This Love will not look away
It will not become distracted
This Love does not have Attention Deficit Disorder
This Love is the highest honor
It would never deny itself and so would never deny me nor you
Fuck just killing
This Love will obliterate you softly, loudly, firmly, sharply, subtly
Until the puzzle pieces of your being are defragmented
And you will no longer pack Love like luggage
Folding and stuffing it in containers to be lugged around or forgotten, lost or stolen
This Love is not to be put on and taken off as the weather shifts
In this Love there are no clothes to wear, thus no additional weight to carry
Weightless we takeoff
In this Love
Eagles become envious of how we fly
Planes divert their flight paths
And UFO’s hover beside us with their hyperdimensional pilots staring at us like,
“What the fuck is that?!?!”
This Love obstructs injustice
This Love acts
This Love is not silent when shouts are needed
It’s not shouting when silence is needed
It’s high discerning senses what’s needed
And this Love acts
In service to others, the whole
In oneness for real
This Love is passionate for truth
Ecstatic to reveal and
Revolutionary to reclaim what was lost in the search
No matter where we stand
We are the heavens
We are the dirt
If you hold fear of the dirt you will not rebirth
You cannot stick your head in the sand and say you’re connected to the earth
This Love is an eye opener
It expands vision to see in the dark
Unafraid of the dark
Spark radiate from within
A new path to embark
This is my Love
I am this Love
My Love is this
If you put this Love in a cup
The cup becomes this Love
Put this Love in a bottle
The bottle becomes this Love
Put it in a teapot
The teapot becomes this Love
Now this Love can flow
Or it can crash
Be this Love my friend
Be this Love my lover
I am this Love
Infinite in treasures to discover/remember
A Sense of Urgency is a project that represents the feeling that has been steadily increasing in me over the last couple of years. A feeling that we must pick up the pace as we move toward the goals that we seek to accomplish on every level. It is prime time for our personal and collective evolution and there are forces at work
I like the way this turned out. Please view and if you do, please click the “like button” ( even if you don’t like it, you can also click it just to show support). That small little button is funny. It has A LOT of influence on taking an artist to another level in terms of booking shows and paying rent. If wack thug-drug-hip-pop artist makes bad song and dumb video, but has 100,000 views and 1000 “likes”, wack thug-drug-hip-pop artist will get booked for shows and eat good. If dope talented-soulful-honest-socially-aware artist makes good song and cool video, but only 300 views and 11 “likes”, dope talented-soulful-honest-socially-aware artist must sometimes borrow money to pay rent because he had to pay for a tooth extraction or something, and artists are not insured. When recording artists are doing their promo thing and are in communication to book performances, the promoters and event organizers always do Youtube searches. They look at the number of views and the “likes” and can greatly influence their decision to book an artist or not.
I’m doing my part to bring awareness to the state of our world and it’s direction and how to recognize and own our true power. To hopefully inspire and offer a person the opportunity to shift their perception and grow into greater states of awareness of what’s happening around us, and who we choose to be in relation to it. It’s a difficult path on it’s own, triply difficult to do it through the lane of rap music in 2012.
I create music to be of benefit to people and I would love to dedicate 100% of my time to creating music with that purpose. To do this on a grand level, I need your assistance….WE need your assistance. I’m not asking you to buy anything. I’m only asking you to support by viewing, clicking that little “like” button, and sharing with your friends. By doing this you are assisting in balancing out the bullshit music that feeds our descent into corporate sanctioned madness. You are also supporting the progress of music that cares about the future of the planet life and the life that resides on it.
This has been a public service announcement provided to you by your PitchBlackGold. Thank you. Peace
Free Download: PitchBlackGold – No More Lies
PitchBlackGold – No More Lies (LYRICS)
Liberation from the hands of the masons
The plans that we facin’
Will make the earth into a planet plantation
I stand in amazement
Will humanity wake up?
Get its shit together before the land starts to shake up
Trying to cling to a system that was bound to self destruct
Many holla “revolution” but who down to back it up?
The government officials call it a bluff
Now what we gon’ do?
They on you and me
Claiming “All Eye See”
Turning citizens to cattle under Homeland Security
I hear the tails rattled with the sounds of impurity
Now echoes of an Adolf can be heard in this century
No more lies from pulpits
We See through your bullshit.
Will history repeat itself?
Health deleted by missles?
Or will the whole planet blow the whistle?
Cuz the people united will never be defeated
The people united will never be defeated
The people united will never be defeated
It sounds good to say but will we ever achieve it?
The point of no return is no here
Best believe it
Who’s plottin’ on the right course of action when they weeded?
Indeed it takes the holistic moves to be completed
The truest revolution has the soul deeply seeded
And we need it in ever sequence
Frequently come anew
Be it and see the reaches
Far from plain view
We came through the gates with the traits to create schools
Anybody try to stop us we must break them lame dudes
The same dudes making new rules to enslave crews
And use network news to spread their fascist views
He refuse to accept it
Never walk the blocks all confused and dejected
See the propaganda fuel the fear
Bring the ruckus
Strings on the dummy
The big puppet
Oppression since day one
Ain’t it time we said “fuck it”
Stop giving ’em our taxes
Look how they use our duckets
The bald eagle is hungry
It’s feathers better pluck it
If it soars full speed
Ain’t no future for the seeds
The prophecies of chiefs
Steady muted by thieves
Open up your ears
And these words just take heed
Equals intuitive movements
Know exactly what you doing
Exactly what you saying
Who you praying to in toil?
This is spiritual warfare
It’s much much bigger than oil
It’s much bigger than oil
It’s much much bigger than oil
May 19, 1925 – February 21, 1965
I read The Autobiography of Malcolm X when i was 16 years old. It was the first book I ever read that truly made me think about myself, my people and the country in which we live. It was the first true spark that would become a fire and blaze my path into knowledge of self. While most folks would praise the revolutionary pre-Mecca fire Malcolm X, especially in the early 90’s, I always identified with El Hajj Malik El Shabazz. I could acknowledge and respect the totality of his life. If he were still in physical form today, he would be addressed as El Hajj Malik El Shabazz. We may have shortened it to Malik Shabazz and I think he would have been okay with that, but none would dare call him Malcolm X, no more than we would call Malcolm X…Malcolm Little or Muhammad Ali…Cassius Clay. Brother X found his name.
His life is a representation of what it means to grow and develop into a full human being. From a mind state of ignorance and self hate, into a mind state of awareness and self love. A self love that is the prime motivating force in the fight for freedom, justice and equality. A self love that understands that self is just as much collective as it is individual. A self love that refuses to bow down in the face of injustice and unrighteousness, in whatever direction or form it appears in. A self love that is not afraid to admit his own fault, misdirection and flawed applications. A self love that is that is meditative, contemplative and self examining, thus is in a process of constant refinement. A self love that knows, if individuals can traverse the rocky road to attain right knowledge, wisdom and understanding, of mind, body and spirit, the channels through which love flows will be opened. Self individual and self collective will be elevated by this love.
May we all aspire to be the evolutionary human being that you were brother Shabazz.
For more speeches and info: http://malcolmxfiles.blogspot.com/
So after performing poetry for the last 10 years, in numerous cities in this country and others, i have finally released a book. I should have long ago dropped something but, i just never could just sit down and transfer to a computer what was written in notebooks or what was in my head. Well one thing about being broke, it’ll kick your ass into getting shit done. So i knocked this out and thanx to the homie Eesuu, i found a great site to host it.
The book is a series of poems of varying length. The title poem is the final poem i committed to heart before i moved to Bali in 2004. It is a poem that aptly expresses where i was before my departure. This poem became a personal prayer and affirmation that i would recite to myself in times where i was dealing with inner conflict. It became a reminder of who i am and what i do, in the face of much that was attempting to convince me to be who i’m not. The photos in the book were taken by the homie Jack Wyllie .
I would very much appreciate your support with this project. It is a project connected to the greater project of raising the spiritual awareness of communities through raising the spiritual awareness of individuals. I hope that you are able to gain as much from the poems in this book, as i have gained from writing them. Thank you.
Peace & Love,
Kamau Bakari Abayomi (PitchBlackGold)
A painter with brushes a palette of colors and no canvas…i can’t even paint on the ground…i’m unintentionally standing in the air…So i begin painting my body…Only a few look up from the work eat shit bills sleep…it’s just another ufo sighting no one believes in…