Nation Falls Under Own Weight

Nation Falls Under Own Weight

Keeping my peace in civil war Nation quakes/ the heathen roar Gun locked for devils at my door Streets bound to soak blood and gore Shits mad enough to shake my core But my soul got wings I got to soar Head to sun is how I restore Then back to war on killing floor I don’t die I multiply […]

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Killology

Killology a Poem by Greg Powell reflecting on the 2020 movement

Their philosophy their Theology of hypocrisy When it gets to me Is killology Suffocates the biology Of darker side of human tree Their hatred is in symmetry With bloody leaves on hanging tree Killology a theory of predatory Manifest destiny inflict misery It’s a mystery we don’t burn this shit down Or maybe we should but our humanity gets in […]

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Ku Klux Koup

About America on Jan 6th Greg Powell wrote a poem

(Artwork by David Horsey, © Tribute Content Agency) disruptive image on screen snatches eyes. media faces strain to describe moving images moving beyond fence of comprehension: the Queen pundit gives them truth to speak and they call them rioters, reluctantly, sight dimmed by lens corrupted for 400 years. Summer home owning normal American’s adorned in horns of dead gods and […]

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Blues for Dreadhead Cowboy

Ballad for Dreadhead Cowboy

Dreadhead Cowboy on brown and white horse, Fueled by sadness and compassionate remorse, So many children, once lovely, now dead Many weep mutely; he rebelled instead. His rebellion was born in a system unjust When his car was pulled over in a police bust Wrongfully charged with possession of gun Held in jail banished from the sun He was innocent/ […]

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Breonna – Imaginary Journey into a Queen’s Grave

Greg Powell writes a tribute to Breonna Taylor

Imaginary Journey Into a Queen’s Grave Cooling at home In the love zone She on the phone I’m flexed to bone We in the vibe Hearts open wide Peace flows inside We love to hide Here in the bubble Far from the troubles Our love is subtle She come we cuddle We sip the wine My girl so fine Her […]

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Neowise Comet Crosses Bridge

Honoring the Memory of John Lewis - Neowise Comet Crosses Bridge

(painting by Catherine A. Moore) We chased the comet, Descending like a teardrop It’s journey slashing polluted Onyx sky. And then the news John Lewis gone now John Lewis gone now. His Trail blaze righteously cutting Redemption way, dim, descending To rest with heroes under The earth, where they nurture Us in the night. The comet speaks And i see […]

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For Philando Castile

Poem for Philando Castile by Greg Powell

(Pulled over by cop. Executed in car. Cop exonerated.) Picture me rolling I don’t stop Hands tense the wheel I see a cop Slow to the limit Pressure drop Don’t want to be no Strange fruit crop Sick of this shit 400 years 400 tears 400 fears them Muthafuckers 400 years in arrears But we ain’t gonna get paid Until […]

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Kemet

Kemet of Ancient Egypt by Greg Powell

clouds float in flames as sun drops. rays beam through west window holding my face. caress skin blackened by healing Ra heat of home. i have made pilgrimage to holy lands, where spirits whispered and whispers in sun rays and smooth breeze slipping in open space. goddess speaks wisdom of earth and sky. commandments sung in tongues of communal drums. […]

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Prelude to a Revolutionary Kiss

Greg Powell hosts the Culture Cafe and reads a poem

(Read for the Culture Cafe of New Faith Baptist Church, Int’l) Closing the distance bridging humanity Break through vanity that seeds insanity I bring the inner me blessed of the trinity Word beat love sparks creativity Closing the distance to root soul civility Trying to be hueman and evolve the new man Lyricist of common sense the essence no pretense […]

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The Ancestral Witness

Poem by Greg Powell The Ancestral Witness for the Emmett Till Anti-Lynching Act being passed

Chains broken By death and being Born again: I hear them, Momma and Daddy, Big Ma V and them, all Way back to cotton fields, And charred bloody trees, They speak in psalms, Lyrical rituals from on high, Prophetic whispers in ill winds, Saying these ain’t the last days. We bear witness in groaning chants And holy shouts of saints, […]

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