Thursday, February 14, 2019

Fear in heights! 4 fifths of one.

There's an idea that exists that belongs to me. I am He. Look, as the diagrams heat and my soul depletes I can't find any cost worth to keep discreet. But just one price I am unwilling to pay to give any person a chance to surmise what I am saying. Living on the margins of life, a pure economist, yet disappointed that the present structure is nothing but pray. Gambling lives away. Saying that it is god who went astray. To lead you, as His son to live for death so that you can be nothing but prey. Hunted by the beutiful certainty of eventual nonexistance, where to the living it's an argument that's grey. Not black and white because at the end of it all it is energy I have transferred into Her preexisting fort. Or so I say. And so to begin with, I told Her words, She saved. Maybe She wrote, or what She wrote turned Her work against all grains. Even when it rained. On and on I sway into Her presence which She betrays. All I know are books.

Mitishamba ~ words don't decay.
"the green act"

Wednesday, December 12, 2018

the bell tolls

".....because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee." John Donne (1572-1631).

'the jingle goes ho ho ho I'm here for your salvation you children of the army of god?! time donated by a single reminder; the bell tolls. jingle jingle! the shepherd knows. see, in the jungle, if an animal needed to be tamed; jingle jingle! maimed, ahem branded; jingle! the bells do keep a herd together. or maybe the reindeer need to be occupied every now and again....." Ishmael Mitishamba (1985-1585)

Mitishamba ~ breaking history
one green at a time

Wednesday, November 21, 2018

why I will not buy legal/factory weed.

'so all this time I have been risking my freedom for some shit people just had an opinion on?! specially whoever calls themselves the majority vote?! from the depths of my existence fcuk 'em! the pain of these legal limitations and fabricated obligations have destroyed lives beyond mention. and now they say 'we are free to sell, within restricted means'. as in, you have to be of some legal capacity to participate in this formerly illegal trade. fcuk 'em. I will buy my weed from El Chapo in Cell Block 4. say what's up to Chris Rock for me.'

Mitishamba ~ digging deeper
'honest greens'

Saturday, November 17, 2018

tounge and she

'understand that in articulating your mother's tongue, I know her inside out. Mine knew how to stay home, yours built rome. all roads and took loads.'

mitishamba ~ his story speaks for itself
'green MAN'

Friday, November 16, 2018

it speaks She answers

'i don't know if you know yourself woman!! the languages your body utters articulates with clarity what at the present matters. no one. not any other nor where the mind wanders. just you. an elegance of words that's who. how you arch your lower back in reception of my embrace. my glue. inseparable as a flood of kisses on the back of your neck makes you subdue. submit to your heart and let the mind rest on my clues. it's no wonder when you turn your head to the side, a full look at the empty sky,  a grunt - unless my eager senses lied, there goes that smile, oh you closed your eyes, i know then you're mine. with your tender neck inviting me, your entire being said take a bite. and i obliged. after all, at this point even snake couldn't say no to you, Woman!!'

mitishamba ~ for when i told Her it speaks
'green talk'

Wednesday, November 14, 2018

reading isn't fundamental

Two sentences in and your mind has given up. After all, there are other brief reads that populate your attention. The span of which hasn't stretched to this sentence. And if it has, you begin to reach for the ending of this elongated verbal expression displayed in a muted tone. That is the pain of a scribe; the ability to write with emotional rhyme and not be felt. Nor be heard or worse still, read. But such is life. Beauty is in expression, not reception. 

"I write for the thoughts that never got a second chance. And the thought the never got a chance or a second. These are the thoughts that lurk in the back of our minds. Hard to find coz they're confined the back of......."

'green word'