FEBRUARY 1

I am the master of all memory that’s found~

my history lives for me, not the other way around.



FEBRUARY 2

The moment you were born, you were truly blessed.

There is really no need for you to ever be stressed.



FEBRUARY 3

The formula for positive change is quite clear ~

progression in life begins first without fear.



FEBRUARY 4

The practice of fasting helps the body, no question.

It is you that control your body and mind direction.



FEBRUARY 5

By talkin’ ‘bout the problem we mangle and mix it.

By workin’ wit the problem we eventually fix it.



FEBRUARY 6

Whatever you look for, you’ll eventually see.

Whatever you speak will soon come to be.



FEBRUARY 7

Power and peace is found in this sentence:

Today you must realize the Truth of God’s presence.



FEBRUARY 8

What one does need not be mentioned.

The question to ask is, what’s the intention?



FEBRUARY 9

The hatred I’m feeling toward everyone else ~

is only destroying and corroding my Self.



FEBRUARY 10

Hiphop Kulture doesn’t recognize haters.

Haters within Hiphop Kulture are traitors.







FEBRUARY 11

Fasting shows the body its true respect.

Constantly eating shows the body true neglect.



FEBRUARY 12

Compassion has appeared in all cultures, and is taught ~

so why must we debate all other religious thought.



FEBRUARY 13

Everything emanates from our cosmic mother ~

existing as one; all sisters, all brothers.



FEBRUARY 14

The difference between sinking and rising above ~

are shown in your levels of hate and Love.



FEBRUARY 15

With whatever you learn in your temple or college ~

the way of Hiphop is to do your knowledge.



FEBRUARY 16

If you change the way you think, you will change your surroundings ~

sometimes you are floating, when you think you are drowning.



FEBRUARY 17

The Hiphop Teacha knows that without trust ~

the trustless community turns to dust.



FEBRUARY 18

While fasting, we stop eating the foods that we bought ~

But let us also fast from the eating of negative thoughts.



FEBRUARY 19

The true Hiphoppa is a blessing to any lawyer ~

because the true Hiphoppa promotes Law and also Order.



FEBRUARY 20

Self-creation is what it’s all about.

Believe in Self, not fear and doubt.



FEBRUARY 21

Nobody sees things like everyone else ~

the first education is educatin’ yourself.







FEBRUARY 22

When do things start and when do things cease?

If your purpose is now, this question is the least.



FEBRUARY 23

From the winter to the spring to the summer to the fall ~

seek knowledge, never think that you know it all.



FEBRUARY 24

Only poor people drink dreams like juice ~

relying on gossip and not on Truth.



FEBRUARY 25

Be like water, for it is always alive ~

no matter where it goes, it cleans and revives.



FEBRUARY 26

When nothing ever happens for you, you say,

I knew it.

The problem is you’re thinking about it. Just do it!



FEBRUARY 27

Hiphoppas rise in health and wealth ~

when Hiphoppas mature to a knowledge of Self.



FEBRUARY 28

If you have it to give, it is important that you give it.

If you know the Truth, it is important that you live it.



FEBRUARY 29

Put no interest above your health.

Be your own partner and Love your Self.

JANUARY 1

Today is the day I live by each verse.

Temptation is defeated by trusting God first.



JANUARY 2

The way of Hiphop is always Self-creation.

For only faith can change Self’s situation.



JANUARY 3

The only way to know Hiphop like no one else ~

is to know that you are Hiphop, just be yourself.



JANUARY 4

Today I will separate my wants from my needs ~

and visualize my needs coming to me with speed.



JANUARY 5

Today I know that I can only achieve.

So I quickly give freely, not looking to receive.



JANUARY 6

My heart is pure in all my endeavors.

My heart can be weighed against the weight of a feather.



JANUARY 7

Today we thank our bodies for lasting ~

by giving it Love and rest by fasting.



JANUARY 8

What you put in your body is what your body gives.

So put in your body the foods that help it live.



JANUARY 9

Who can really have history in any kinda range ~

when history, because of time, is subject to change.



JANUARY 10

The True Hiphoppa sustains Hiphop.

Television and radio simply does not!



JANUARY 11

The knowledge of Hiphop is for all that wish to take it ~

cause frankly, everyone is not gonna make it.





JANUARY 12

Once you see how it all connects ~

it’s easier for you to show all life respect.



JANUARY 13

Be the society you want society to be.

Act like, and think like, the way you think it ought to be.



JANUARY 14

Respond to your body and it’ll respond to you.

While fasting, tell it what you want it to do.



JANUARY 15

Those that came before us to show us the way ~

are reflected upon very deeply today.



JANUARY 16

Today no lies go pass my teeth.

I am fishing not to become a chicken or start beef.



JANUARY 17

While the Rapper raps and the Singer sings~

always be prepared to accept new things.



JANUARY 18

Only you can take care of you.

Stop asking others to do what you can do.



JANUARY 19

I can be trusted; I can be loved.

God lives within me, not way up above.



JANUARY 20

Check your thinking, it’s an ancient fact ~

that the way you think, is the way you act.



JANUARY 21

We thank the body with rest and with fasting ~

and massage the organs with continuous laughing.



JANUARY 22

What you put in your life is what you get out.

Givin’ and takin’ is what life is all about.



JANUARY 23

Look for the good in all things and all people.

Perform your God, and allow God to be you.

JANUARY 24

Crime will never leave society as a sickness ~

as long as justice in society is a business.



JANUARY 25

You ain’t got it hard; you wanna know what’s the hardest?

…the single working mom raising Hiphop’s artists.



JANUARY 26

Check what ya seein’and check how ya listenin’ ~

control all your senses and practice self-discipline.



JANUARY 27

Obeying and worshipping God was before ~

now we must act like God and be mature.



JANUARY 28

Promote your physical well-being and long-lasting ~

by resting the mind and body through fasting.



JANUARY 29

Do not get trapped in temptation and lust.

Have fun, but always build an image of trust.



JANUARY 30

Your word is your bond when you blow your vocal horn.

But words also manifest, so word is also born.



JANUARY 31

Whether it be with a book, ball, or drill ~

the road to success begins with a skill.

anybody in here right now with tape decks turn em on
and put em on record, I'll give you a second
I want to add authenticity to your tape
so when it's sold out in the street
you all can know this was a real party

These are poems circulating throughout the nation
everybody's bad and everybody's tough
but how many people are intelligent enough
to open up their eyes and see through the lies
discipline themselves, yourself to stay alive?
not many
That's why the universe sent me today on this stage
with this to to say
the rich will get richer and the poor will get poorer
and in the final hour many heads will lose power

what does the rich versus the poor really mean?
psychologically it means you got to pick your team
when someone says the rich gets richer
visualize wealth and put yourselves in the picture
the rich get richer, cause they work towards rich
the poor get poorer, cause their minds
can't switch from the ghetto
let go, it's not a novelty
you could love your neighborhood without loving poverty
follow me, every mother, father, son, daughter
there's no reason to fear the New World Order
we must order the whole new world to pay us
the New World Order and the old state chaos
the Big Brother watching over you, is a lie you see
Hip-Hop could build it's own secret society
but first you and I got to unify
stop the negativity and control our creativity
the rich is getting richer, so why we ain't richer?
could it be we still thinking like niggas?
educate yourselves, make your world view bigger
visualize wealth and put yourselves in the picture!

KRS-One 4th Quarter - Free Throws Lyrics
Yeah, listen to the lyrics
We are the ones prophesized to return
My main concern is for all of you to learn
How to live, yes through the lyrics I give and send my friend
This age is coming to an end
Not the world, but the age is ending
Ending, listen to the astrological message I'm sending
I'm sending, tell em
Truth is truth, whether or not you like me
We are living now in the age of Pisces
When Pisces is over, at the year two thousand
When the Sun of God, changes his house and
enters the Age of Aquarius
The Sun of God as man is hilarious (okay)
When you think of Jesus, think of the Sun
The flaming Sun, that's where they stole this concept from
Stop believing and read your bible logically
The new testament is really old astrology
Jesus is the son of God no lie
But they might be talking about the Sun up in the sky
The Sun, that hangs on the cross of the zodiac
The zodiac with twelve signs to be exact
Each sign is a house, and you should keep in mind
Each house equals, a period of time
The time, two thousand years and that's a fact
It's called an age or a house in the zodiac
The twelve disciples, are twelve months of reason
The four gospels signify the four seasons
When Jesus fed the multitude with two fishes
It signified the Age of Pisces, not fish or dishes
If you read the bible astrologically it's clearer (no doubt)
The next age will be the age of the water-bearer
It's called the Age of Aquarius (word)
When logic and truth will take care of us
So in this age, of spiritual dignity
You'll see a rise in femininity
and creativity, meshed with masculinity
You got to get with me, this is your true her-story (rrryyy!)
Do you wanna go higher...

Il'l meet you on the other side of time, where watches break as they listen to the shadows, and all the dreams they play with beaten rhyme, whos bruises aborigines hang from gallows, for dreamtime is the only watch I wear, whos hands belong to the wrists of god, nor does the body of god bear a crossed noose, for religion is a fools way to trod the sod, so meet me on the mountain of the moment, and I will play the fiddle of a sol, and we will cry for spirit to be free, and for science to once again be whole. But until that day when all the fibers laid upon this dimensional quilt are thread, and we sleep in the beds of heaven for where is heaven not when angels tread, oh weary path of great central suns focus, whos blinking eye creates the heart beats sum, oh mathematical formula of all that is known of us, and the secrets that we keep behind the hearts throne, I sit upon this hour as if it were a penny for how many of these have we thrown away, walking in circles with a voice of many, letting apathy and violence rule the present day.

Lest we forget the threads that bind existence are sure as the moving cesium minute, but if you hold onto life with uncontrolled power, you surely will lose every second that your in it...

With the world, with my friends and with God.

Every one of you who i have the pleaseure of knowing is such a strong force for awakening even when we are asleep.

Thank you for remaining true to the light withihn,
let's help the world as she births a new era.
Karak

Great Mask of Ego Falls Like Babylon Crumbles, One Language Unites, Compassion is Universal...

Oh great pretender, who plays hide and seek with my emotions, capture the flag with my dreams, and army and war with my love, come out of hiding behind these monstrosities we call a phallic policing.
Oh massive protuberance, oh mighty erection, oh sweat and grime, wash away in the waters of a gentle breeze, be as free as a hand waving in the sun.

Humankind, your world is awaiting you behind these veils you have constructed, oh great mask of confusion, break upon the laughter of a thousand of your selves, all exclaiming the big joke.

WE create what we vibrate.
Love, shine the world existence, polish it with your presence, and a jewel your heart, the world unfolds origami napkin...
A bright box of hope held out in hands, tied to hands, the world becomes a chain-link for higher purpose...

To all those souls who's eyes are hung in purgatory, whose gallows is the lonely road of fire burning bright, a nebula in the iris an idealist underground coup of loves wantings and the blight of realism known as the monster of consumption and capitalist takeovers. this is written for you. The flowers among the bracken. A super strain of genetic makeup in the "Round Up Ready" canola. I say to you, with water and nutrient pouring from my mouth, out my hands, to your hearts, where all poems breath, grow and bathe them self in the sunlight of your infinity's, our time is near. Oh you of the gentle breeze, the heart of blazing feathers a temperament of willow, fore-ever bending and camouflage, one day we will plant a garden fortress the likes of which the world itself will be turned on its side. One day we will raise the flag of all the virtuous kindness. The wall flowers of humility will take over internal decoration. One seed will sprout and with the help of intellect and emotion held in perfect balance, the scales of the DNA will turn. A building the likes of which none have ever known the blueprint was possible, will appear. This ubiquitous viral magic will consume us and earth itself will be victorious and shining, unleashed and expansive. The power of all centered things will come to fruition. A spindle overflowing continuous animation. Simplicity will be is own training ground. Warriors will be the new black. Soft footsteps like pine needle moccasins the new dance, and compassionate atomic heart currents, the new language. BUt. UNtil that day, let all dark and angry wanderings be forgiven. all harsh emotional weather be lost in the meteorological predictions of optimistic sun beams. All leather tied tortured spitting blood revenge homicides, be lost in servitude to life. A woman bends over to wipe the sores of the world with her wet hair. No need to see her eyes, they burn all surface conversation with clarity of what is universal. The ones who are most afraid of their shining nature will run, but you cannot stop drop and roll when heavy elements collide, there is no length that you can stride to escape the graffiti tag of your body flash burned to a wall. Only in accepting your truest, vibrancy can you link with this fire, and transform. In this ash a society stirs, in this destruction she brings with gentle caress, all things angular and wasteful are dropped, civilization this broken rattle is laid to rest. Society, this sped up landfill having a tantrum is mulched into a garden of cooperatory hand holds. A palm across a palm, a united human front. You can run from the maturity of one world sphere. A planet glowing with the love and focus of a thousand suns. But the nuclear reaction is a two edge sword one way is the livelihood of a decapitated tree, sap running down its thighs, Diana, in anger. The other is the way of the flower song, where all things dissonant are tuned to a greater harmony. Apollo's architectural ventricle, a forever spiral of worlds within, and words without. Only time will tell. Eventually we will learn, there are no options other than this. For all songs have space inside the rhythm and noise and time itself is just a patient mother tapping her foot to the void, crying for her children to materialize to the present so she can feed them supper, and teach them the power of seeds, planted in fractal arrangements.

What I know...



I know that time

is a figment

of our collective imagination

and we need to look to the aboriginal watchband

for further updates and developments...

I know certain people
come to shake off the carcass of a belief
that two people
could be more powerful
than the solar orb
of an empowered human,
being.

I know that light
in the form of the sun
is the only thing that
we are digesting.

I know that small silent moments of solitude

creates foundations of fire

that are unseen

in the breaking open of relationship's unsealed mouth.


I know that climbing trees at 12 in the morning

is the surest way to know

you are alive and breathing with the earths

laddered

lungs.

I know

that cradling a tree on a busy intersection at noon

with three of your friends

is the greatest way to remind the masses

of busy bodies

that they are alive

and a part

of a greater

humanity.

I know

that outside

is better than inside,

and bikes

are greater than cars,

and if anyone

wants to argue the physics behind all that,

well they are sure to get a textbook

delivered to their devil advocate doorstep,

on human ingenuity

and propper

breathing techniques.

I know

that the only way

to become a pillar of strength

in the face of disaster

is to extend your heart

three

feet

past

your comfortability zone
and shake hands
with the lamped confusion
that arises there
ike a genie
granting wishes. .



I know that love

is a 4 letter word by its nature,

and unbalance is 9

and balance is 7

and seven is center

and that is whole

onto itself.



I know that children

are the future,

we are the present,

and some combination of the child and the elder

is the ideal pigmetation

to paint a self portraiture of strength

and purposesful groves

of artistic revolution.

I know I miss you,
on cold nights,
and warm ones,
when our souls were wrapped in blankets of becoming entangled
and looking in your eyes was the only sky
I needed to thread
myself into.

I know stars

are jealous

of the human beings
that become

galaxy enveloped,

solar hearted,

earth rooted

windmills.

I know sneakers are a fashion statement,

and statements are billboards,

and signs can be boring

when they scream the obvious

for an extended period of commercial breakage.

I know that none of us can make it alone,

not on any endurance course of life,

maybe a sprinting chance,

but not for long strides of society,

not in the face of all this accelerated reflection and coal smoke trapeze hamstring shaking.

I know that music soothes the savage beast inside the wanting stomach knot,

that melody is the key to all that is right with the world,

and harmony is the stasis of a foot slipping in and out of the dancing

dissonance of our created hereafter shimmy.

I know that we can never latch on to the "other"

for by tying strings of a future emenatation

all that we are left with

is a tangled web

of mist

and foggy perception's

hollow glass case...

I treat my body like a temple on Sundays

but the rest of the week it's

a squatter's paradise.

I know that the only true way towards salvation

is a belief

so firm and true

that no element known

or unknown in the annals

of magic or science

can really

capture the surety

of it's intense movement

and purpose.

I know that words can only say so much,

action is greater than

mountains of knowledgeable utterance,

and solidified patterns of order and function

will break open the locks of all that holds you back.

No doorway to enter,

no journey ever taken,

or even needed...

I know that the garden never left.

I know I have already arrived

and there was never a destination

besides my own listening

hearth.

I know most of these words will fall on deaf ears,

since none of us here know anything,

and

that the only way to have access to the subway trains of the holographic way stations

is a labotomy of all the mental plush toys

that create the identity

of a temper tantrum

also known as the frozen catharsis of the ego...

I know that every grain of matter is a living library that speaks unto itself for itself, and represents itself,

and the greatest way to genius

is to listen in

to the narcissism.

I know that scarves,
ties and fashion faux-pa's,
are a way of hiding the aching throat that longs to sing Fibonacci into blades of grass and I, to you.

I know that naked streaming glow is the only heaven I need.

I know that angels hide themselves in the masks of laughter, I know that sorrow is the harpstrings of the brave chorus.

I know the rushing will of the labored hand,

I know the quickness of the feathered heart,

I know the juggling wrists of scales

symetrical

dance

of stillness

in the arm

reach.

I know the silence of the red clay
after the potters wheel
has stopped its incessant hum,
and whats left
is a form that was molded
from the chaos of a mishapen ball.

I take comfort in my lack of knowlege.

It teaches me
the expansive patience
of a grandmothered galaxy being
up in her rocking chair
made of stars and gas
and debris of matter,
constantly humming to herself
and crocheting the cosmos
out of her body...
a forever
ripple
of
yarns.