Melt the MIC's blog: "Poetry"

I asked for serenity; And, someone to help shoulder my load. Because I’ve been my own worst enemy; On this long bumpy road. Abuses of life Have left my heart filled with strife Young man showing age past his time. Can’t understand how I’ve wasted my prime. Chased demons and ghosts The devil was my host My existence abused For not following the simplest of rules Life a tattered mess Showing physical signs of excess stress Yet there is some sunlight It leads down a path to the right A promise of peace of mind for me And a chance to truly be free. Because I asked for serenity And, someone to help shoulder my load. A savior died for me; And smoothed out this old bumpy road.

One hour five minutes and thirty-four seconds Yeah that’s all it took was One hour five minutes and thirty-four seconds Hey There Lonely Girl the Chi-lites crooned as I snuggled up next to you Earth Wind and Fire asked Would You Mind And, Heatwave urged me to suck on your nipples Always and Forever As my hand found you clit Stevie Wonder launched a Ribbon in the Sky And the Commodores urged me Just to Be Close to you You accommodated so well by grinding your mound against my hand Because I Adore you I entered you like the prince I am And you hit high notes like Minnie Ripperton because Loving You is easy because you’re beautiful I hope you don’t mind I hope you don’t mind That Elton John sang Your Song As I took you on the Stairway to Heaven inspired by the O’Jays By the time the Isley Brothers asked Lets Make Love Tonight I had already beaten Toni Tony Tone in giving you Whatever You Want Sade knows This Is No Ordinary Love Because after I came I whispered Sweet Love and Anita Sang to us Damn Lyfe Must Be Nice To spend one hour five minutes and thirty-four seconds with you

BABY, NOT TONIGHT. DON’T TOUCH ME! TONIGHT, IT’S MY TURN TO SEDUCE YOU. IS THAT ALRIGHT? ON SO MANY NIGHTS BEFORE THIS ONE, YOU HAVE TOUCHED ME WITH THE INTENT TO LIGHT THE FIRE OF PASSION THAT BURNS WITHIN MY SOUL. BUT TONIGHT, I WANT TO TAKE CONTROL. I WANT TO TOUCH YOU. IS THAT ALRIGHT? LET ME UNDRESS YOU WITH MY EYES BEFORE I SLIDE YOUR BRIEFS DOWN PAST YOUR THIGHS. I WANT TO TOUCH YOU TONIGHT. IS THAT ALRIGHT? LET ME MASSAGE YOUR TAUT MUSCULAR FRAME AND WITH MY HAND PLAY THOSE LITTLE TEASING GAMES. LET ME REMOVE ALL THE STRESS THAT WOULD KEEP YOU FROM PERFORMING AT YOUR BEST. LET ME TOUCH YOU TONIGHT! IS THAT ALRIGHT?? LET MY HAND EXPLORE YOUR BODY FOR A CHANGE. SO THAT I MAY FIND JOY IN YOUR SEXY VOCAL RANGE; AS I TOUCH YOU. LET ME STRETCH YOU OUT AND SHOW YOU WHAT MY TOUCH IS ALL ABOUT. IS IT ALRIGHT… IF I TOUCH YOU TONIGHT? LET ME NIPPLE ON YOUR EAR AND SLITHER MY TONGUE ACROSS YOUR CHEST. TONIGHT YOU’LL HAVE TO WAIT ‘TILL LATER TO ENJOY THE REST. JUST LET ME KISS YOU. TRUST ME BABY; MY KISSES ARE CANT MISSES. BECAUSE, AS I KISS FROM YOUR LIPS TO YOUR THIGHS, I KNOW I’LL GET A RISE. AS I KISS YOU. AS I STROKE UP AND DOWN AND MY TONGUE SWIRLS ROUND AND ROUND, JUST LAY BACK AND ENJOY HOW I KISS YOU. FORGET ABOUT HOW YOU TELL YOUR BOYS ALL THOSE MANISH THINGS. TONIGHT I’M GONNA MAKE YOU SQUIRM AND MAKE YOU SCREAM! AS I KISS YOU. NOW THAT I’VE GOT YOU DRIPPING WET YOU’RE IN FOR A NIGHT YOU WON’T FORGET. ‘CUZ I’M GONNA LOVE YOU. WHEN I CLIMB YOUR PHALLIC PEAK, YOU WON’T HELP BUT TO GET WEAK. AS I LOVE YOU. SINCE WE’VE GOT NO PLACE TO GO; I’M GONNA TAKE IT REAL SLOW. JUST LET ME LOVE YOU. TOUCH YOU, KISS YOU, LOVE YOU, THESE ARE JUST SOME OF THE THINGS THAT I’D DO… ONCE I HAVE YOU.

I am a survivor; I am destiny’s true child. As a result of Ham’s curse I was exiled. For more than three millennia, Others have sought to mask my contributions on this earth. They live in fear; Because, my mother was the first mother to give birth I come from a long line of long orderly lines. I am at the center of all Diop and Leakey’s finds. I’ve been misunderstood since I gave others understanding. I’ve been oppressed because; my nature is not to be demanding. I took flight before Orville and Wilbur Wright. I postulated of things seen without sight. I was transported on the slave ship ‘Sweet Jesus’. Then I was forced to ride on the back of the bus. Bound and gagged, whipped and chained; Despite these and other tortures, still I have remained. Lynched, simply because I was black! Injected with cancer, syphilis and AIDS; Subjected to late night SWAT team raids. Thrown on the front lines, as fodder, to fight for other people’s sovereignty. Then returned to a world where my people still live in poverty. I’ve been stepped on for so long that a step up is, Not looking at the bottom of someone else’s shoe. I’ve struggled against hope for so long, That without some type of struggle I wouldn’t know what to do. But I’m a survivor competing with cockroaches and bacteria for the ‘Iron Man’ title. I’m trying to find a way to get on top! So there’s no time t waste being idle. Who needs the Gulf? My war medals come from dodging bullets from 45’s and nines. And my conquest is platinum plaques from the creation of gold plated rhymes. I’m a survivor. I’m an African!

I TOUCH YOU. I TOUCH YOU AS I HAVE IN MY MIND A THOUSAND TIMES. I TOUCH YOU. SLOWLY MY FINGERS TRACE A PATH OVER THE OUTLINES OF YOUR BREASTS THE SHEER SILK FIBERS OF YOUR BLOUSE. CIRCLING YOUR NIPPLES, CAUSING THE RIPPLES THAT WILL EVENTUALLY BUILD TO THE WAVES OF YOUR ORGASMIC HAZE.BUT FOR NOW ALL I DO IS TOUCH YOU. SKILLFULLY, I UNFASTEN THE BUTTONS OF YOUR BLOUSE; FOR IT IS MY INTENT TO AROUSE THAT SEXUAL DEMON THAT LIES DORMANT INSIDE. SO AS I COMPLETE THIS ACT I GENTLY TOSS YOUR BLOUSE ASIDE, AND THEN I TOUCH YOU. FOR THE FIRST TIME ACTUALLY TOUCHING YOUR SMOOTH, SOFT FLESH, I SLOWLY CARESS YOUR SHOULDERS DOWN TO YOUR SIDES THEN LOOKING DEEPLY INTO YOUR EYES, I UNDO YOUR BRAZIER’S CLASPS FREEING YOUR LOVELY BREASTS. AT LAST I TOUCH YOU. I TOUCH YOU GINGERLY AND TENDERLY BUILDING YOUR EXCITEMENT STEADILY. AGAIN I GIVE YOUR BREASTS A PLAYFULL STROKE KNOWING THAT IT’S A SIGH THAT I WILL PROVOKE, AS I TOUCH YOU. BRINGING YOUR TENDER BUDS TO MY LIPS AND FIRMLY GRASPING YOUR BOUNTIFUL HIPS I KISS YOU. I KISS YOU BECAUSE A KISS IS NOT A KISS BUT A PRELUDE TO CARNAL BLISS. AND WITH EACH FLICK OF MY TONGUE I THANK GOD THAT I AM YOUNG AND ABLE TO ENJOY HOW I KISS YOU. TAKING A SEAT ON THE GROUND I SLOWLY EASE YOUR PANTIES DOWN. AS I SLIDE MY HANDS UNDER YOUR SKIRT I PROMISE THIS WONT HURT; BECAUSE ALL I’M GONNA DO IS KISS YOU. TO TONGUE TWIST A KISS AND BRING YOU HAPPINESS. SUCKING ON YOUR CLIT, GIRL YOU KNOW THAT MY KISS IS THE SHIT! YOU LOVE THE WAY THAT I KISS YOU. NOW THAT I’VE GOT YOUR JUICES STARTING TO FLOW I GRASP YOUR ASS FIRMLY WITH BOTH HANDS SO THAT THERE IS NOW PLACE FOR YOU TO GO. I WANT TO LOVE YOU. UNDOING MY PANTS AND SLIDING THEM PAST MY FEET I EXPOSE TO YOU MY CHOCOLATE TREAT. LETTING YOUR SKIRT SLIDE OVER YOUR THIGHS I NO LONGER FANTICIZE ABOUT HOW I’M GOING TO LOVE YOU. GUIDING YOU TO SIT ON TOP OF ME AS I ENTER YOU GENTLY; THEN ONCE I’M INSIDE, YOU BEGIN TO RIDE; ENJOYING HOW I LOVE YOU. TOUCH YOU, KISS YOU, LOVE YOU; THESE ARE BUT SOME OF THE THINGS I’D DO… ONCE I HAVE YOU.

Listen to that jazz band play. Smoke filled room doin’ it the ‘Blue Note’ way. Man them cats is hip. On a far out trip. The trombone slide… Got me mystified. Then the stroke of the keys on the piano… Stimulated something inside my brain that made my flow go! Crazy man! Give me a little soft percussion if you can. Oomph tonight is poetry! Seductively, accompanied musically… For an audience rich with culture see. Man as I walked by and heard that ‘Old School’ bass, I knew that culture dwelled somewhere in this place. Then I heard her velvet smooth voice, Harmonizing Synthesizing Mesmerizing Me as I got to the door It was at that point that I didn’t think I could take much more. Damn its good to know I can find A place like this where I can chill with my own kind. People who enjoy both the arts from which ‘Hip-Hop’ music got its start. The adaptive mixture Of ancient tongue and modern scripture Black renaissance days in Harlem Park. Beat box and graphitti on the courts after dark. The wisest know its all the same. Because, culture is culture regardless the name. Jazz and Poetry Spoken Word and harmony Secret ingredients from two distinct flavors Brought together so that everyone savors The slickness In which the sweetness is brewed Not meaning to be rude But, DAMN!!! I’m just expressing myself man… And what tonight means to me To be fulfilled by both black jazz and poetry. The way it was laid down back in the days. When ‘Litney-Hop’ and ‘Bee Bop’ were the rage. If you’re following closely this lesson is almost done. Day six is black history, culture 101.

I am the sight of sound I am a constantly changing molecular compound Steadily rearranging my complex structure Because I am that original time traveler With memories of that first great year Which I still hold very dear To my heart Because I am a part Of that first super nova That infinite black hole That locks in secrets of times untold A place where a second is infinite in time The place where the Kemites hid the secrets to the pyramids design Where minutes become days And days pass faster than neutrino waves Through the infinity of space I reside 3 inches above the waist Chinese call me chi I am visible now only because I have slowed down long enough for you to see I am energy In my lifetime this body transforms Enough simple elements to keep New York City warm I am the thoughts that thinkers think before they know they are thinking I am the smells that smellers smell before they realize they are stinking I am the sensations that feelers feel before they know they are feeling I am the sounds that listeners hear before they know they’re hearing I cannot be created nor destroyed Without me, there is an eternal void The magnitude of who I am Is immeasurable even with a spectrogram Even if you put this earthly body to rest I still will continue to do what I do best The byproduct of my fusion is a son And he contains all of me and then some Beeeeeeeeeeeeep this is a test of your level of understanding I realize that to some the concepts presented here will be mentally demanding. I am energy And While I am heating New York City You are contemplating the theory of relativity Why is it that if E truly equals MC squared When I exist in my most melonistic form you become scared Why is it that the only time you accept me Is when my touchdown catch bring your team to victory Why is it that you despise my twisted locks Which are symbolic of nature’s building blocks A 720-degree spiraling helix I am the axis upon which the universe is fixed. I am Whitney Houston’s exhaled breath I am Biggie's life after death I am the squawk of Coltrane’s saxophone It is me that he spoke of when he composed OM I am the I am Existing on every waveband Traversing the most remote lands While holding the sands of time in my powerful hands I am the sights that seers see I am energy I am love That’s right… I am love That constant mingling Of those tingling feelings deep within the heart I am the energy from which all other energy got its start I am the faith that moves mountains based upon spiritual laws And I am perfect because I contain natural flaws I am The continuous cascade of ocean waves And the never ending cries of Afrikan slaves The power within the king of kings And the dreams that dreamers dream I am energy Genetically Kinetic I am the interaction of magnetic fields Potentially I exist even when standing still I am the wind that wind causing windmills to spin I existed before the beginning and will remain until after the end Because I am energy

‘SO AND SO’ SPENT A WEEK WITH ‘MS. KEEP IT DISCREET’ AND AS LONG AS HE DIDN’T TELL THEIR RELATIONSHIP WENT SWELL THEN A VICIOUS RUMOR GOT STARTED FIRST ‘I DON’T WANT NO PART IN IT’ TOLD ‘QUIET AS KEPT’ ABOUT WHOSE BED ‘SO AND SO’ LAST SLEPT THEN ‘QUIET AS KEPT’ TOLD ‘I AINT ONE TO GOSSIP’ WHO RAN HER MOUTH LIKE A FOSSET ‘NOSE ALL UP IN MINE’, JUST HAPPENED TO BE STROLLING ALONG AT THE RIGHT TIME AND PASSED THE SECRET ON TO ‘JUST TWEEN ME AND YOU’ AFTER THAT ‘SO AND SO’S’ COVER WAS BLEW. CAUSE ‘MS. BUSYBODY’ TOLD A GANG OF PEOPLE AT HER GIRLFRIENDS PARTY. AND ‘YOU KNOW I WONT TELL’ TOLD THE STORY AS WELL ‘THIS AND THAT’ WAS ALSO GUILTY OF IDLE CHIT CHAT AND ‘YOU KNOW I CAN KEEP A SECRET’ WAS THE FIRST ONE TO LEAK IT THEN ‘YOU AINT HEARD IT FROM ME’ DID HIS PART TO EXPAND AN THE STORY WELL SOON THINGS GOT BACK TO ‘SO AND SO’S’ MATE AND WHAT SHE HEARD, FOR AL INTENTS AND POURPOSES, SEALED HIS FATE. SEE THIS IS THE STORY OF A RUMOR AND HOW ITS SPREAD IS MORE CANCEROUS THAN A TUMOR

Five O Clock Damn! There goes that alarm again… Jolting me from my sleep; like, the shock from the electric chair! No time to stare! GET UP! Its Five O Clock Fifty-two minutes till the metro comes. Fifty-one now… Oh Shit! It’s Five O’ One Coffee on Quick shower No shave today Wolf down breakfast; can’t afford to go slow! Warmed up to 22 degrees; still do want to go! Jack Frost ain’t nipping at my nose he’s tryin’ to bite the bitch off Wish I could go back to bed where it’s warm and soft. But, I gotta go ‘cuz… Five O Clock Comes way too early in the morning. I just laid down and started snoring. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ The wood I sawed hasn’t even become kindling. Sleep filled eyes still squinting. As the alarm continues its incessant ringing But it’s… Five O Clock Time to repeat that fifteen hour routine Hour there, hour back, 12-1/2 in between That’s why I hate Five O Clock

‘Ojekeme the Griot’; the preferred pen name, was born and raised in Cleveland, Ohio and has been a writer and performance poet for more than fifteen years. Ojekeme, a name derived from the Ibo tribe in Southern Nigeria, means “mothers beloved first son”. A griot in eastern societies was known as the village historian, teacher or story teller. For him the name is symbolic in that, he writes; “What we all feel at times in a way that each person may recall his (her) own experiences.” His early influences include; Langston Hughes, Claude McKay, The Last Poets, Imamu Baraka, Etheridge Knight, Don L. Lee, Sonia Sanchez and Nikki Giovanni. First published in the Ohio State University black student newspaper “Diversity” (late named ‘Blackwatch’ in solidarity with the rap group ‘X-Clan’), Ojekeme has appeared at open mic events and poetry slams or been a feature poet in New York, Washington D.C., Columbus, Memphis Cincinnati, and Cleveland. While living in Memphis, during the late nineties, he also hosted ‘Poetry Night @ 2-5 Up’ for two years. Ojekeme is currently working on his third collection of poems. His first “DC to NY Columbus to M-10”, covers a twelve year journey that began with his first experiences with the harshness of thee real world. Many of these pieces remained unpublished and still draw rave attention at poetry events. His second collection “Ojekeme Speaks From Beyond the Wall,” is a two year re-invention that transforms anger to love and foreshadows his eventual acceptance. With a strong foundation of over 150 writings Ojekeme in now seeking publication, so that; “The rest of the world can experience love and life like I do”