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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. 

Mitishamba. 
"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'

Friday, November 2, 2018

Her

"kuna wengi. wengine ni wale wilioleta raha bila Mombasa. hapo ni mengi. shida bila furaha. hata kama yeye ni mkali, amekosa ladha kama senti. msupuu wa manoti hakosi flavor. yeye ako kila siku na resources aina ya benki. as in, you can bank on Her being the one that shikiliaz you hadi unadai umepita dunia bila deni. but you owe her one. kwa vile yeye sio mtu wa kuchekelea upuzi wako kama Wendy. huyo dame ako na ufala wa kujifanya kama anaezana na storo ya kuwa number one, lakini amejaa ushenzi. nimemkataa. zii. hapana. hata kama inabidi kuvumilia ukavu, siwachilii hii mbavu. nimekalia fensi. kujidai humpty dumpty. nangoja yule anayeleta utulivu wa  fikira. yea, i keep wishing kwa vile history yangu imeonyesha wako, lakini sio plenty. waliomo nikupitia hadi....sisemi!

mitishamba ~ mlima wa milima
"majani ya green: yes, redundancy"

Thursday, August 2, 2018

out of two, one


"sanaa is kiswahili for sculpture; piece of art. a sculpture is an 'image of'. what a mirror serves. 'who is the fairest?!' these are the daily struggles of those afraid of the sun. imitations of everything dark. rather word be a reflection, than face what lies in truth as the image of earth. people of dirt. real farmers that give water connecting points between fish and birds. a tree as the sculptor of the bridge transporting thirst. this water's divide makes the scales of a fish become feathers, the temperature's watch. the waters are warming, birds of the Sahara warn. deserted people remain stuck contemplating how to build an image that will surface as their's, a tree. wooden parts that need a carpenter, a real farmer to turn them, even in water, into a living perch. an art form. idea then sanaa, or two to one."

mitishamba ~ in Woman i trust.
'green carving'

"the first black person to.....

....is the second human too. why place yourself second, then first to, if any, an accomplishment?! i mean, it's an oxymoron to deem oneself the first second person to have done anything first, secondly. mind boggling. this small inferance that arrives at the conclusion that what a black man accomplishes must be measured against another race, in my opinion, places an unnecessary responsibility for a black person to compete. constantly. as in, constantly. competing in other people's races, thus forgetting to participate in theirs. or too tired to do so. possibly from chasing the ghost of being the best when that position has already been arrived at. perceptively so, however. greatly done to where being second class becomes self inflicted. the first black person to?! the first black person to use their beings, their temples, in an effort to showcase that what God gave them, needs another's blessing. as though there exists a need to have one's existence checked at the door. verified then stamped as yes indeed, you are of other human completion. they are, after we got. my God, She seconds none. and thirdly, She knows no rank. no rant is better in prayer. no child needs more favor. and She knows that, it is better be the second Mother, than the first half."

mitishamba ~ who split?!
'children of the green'

Thursday, July 26, 2018

speaking clearly

"the essence of my blog is such that i present clearly with fog what i faith is. i believe God is a Woman. why?! i also had to ask. well, because She talks too much. and in so doing - since talking has been established an action - a presence of introspection She enacts. in part because there's no way that after creating, a male looks at the track. She, however, can recount with absolution the steps taken up to the point of impact. a collision of organs that gravity keeps intact. She knows art. he simply knows parts. direction, but not where to actually arrive at. only She can dress Her boy as the brother because a man's identity is Hers to match. in any way, i can go on and on about what verses speak of whom and wombs but i'd rather be a man coz that's too big a load to carry on One's back. yes, anywhere on earth only She can."

mitishamba...in Woman i Trust.
"batman vs Her greenery"

Monday, June 4, 2018

she's pretty for a lightskin

"except She is dark. wrong color but the right shade makes Her stand apart. Her beauty a question mark. beholder, why take Her being as lark?! what isn't funny is how much She has been cast down for Her bark. left to answer as to why Her skin in social statuses is stark. or the definition of what is pretty from the start. She is despised inspite Her ability to allow the other woman an opportunity at creating a spark. a chance at being the subject of beauty, an attachment of perpetuity in every man's heart. at this, i know She laughs. comedy at the sight of men whenever a light-skinned harps. she often gathers them like noah's arks. her life an amusement park. good to look at but engineered to be a shark. if layers were to be peeled like an onion, it is her getting darker while the Juicier Berry remains intact. she is pretty, but make sure the heart is not dark."

mitishamba ~ Berry sweet
"dark green"