Monday, October 7, 2019

the day I died

"day I died no one cried. I mean, what tears could be shed when my feelings were always dry?! Long ago I said fcuk it to building fake relationships coz I kept it real when socially, all things were a lie. Like laughing at jokes not warranting a chuckle yet required my bellicose side. And when I barely giggled, quickly became the thorn on my loved ones' sides. What I now say is fcuk it. If all else fails I can atleast say to myself I was never using a social tactic. Quid pro quo. Scratching backs with expectation is the same as sucking dick. Woah! Yes, I have never been a fan of penile expressions that didn't involve my honest love for a Woman that was real. Oh! How rare that my expectations rarely met anyone worth a bill. So, my credit is shit. Never can I pay attention to another human defocating their will. Rather, in my death, all remains, still." 

"Green as shit"

Saturday, July 27, 2019

The English Master.

'hata kama ni mdomo wangu unaowaletea uoga, sio maji yatawaokoa. uchafu bado utawafuata popote watakapo peperushwa  kwa vile upepo huu ni wakuwaondoa.

Jah shall clean out the bad weeds yees. and separate them from the good, coz the day of harvest is neear!. Don Carlos.

bado hawajaona. wanahisi kujiosha ili waondoe makosa yao ya kuharibu lugha yetu na umoja. ngoja! ufunzi wa maisha unaanza na mwili tuliotoka. na asali tulioonja.

the land of milk and honey.

kabla tuondoke, be born if you will, our receptors must first be broken. placentas left in decay delay the delivery of a language useful enough to even be a token.

mara ni latin, pengine ni english, mwote ni gibrish, lakini eti ni lazima tubonge.

forced to share our mediums of communication so our energy can be stolen?!. Hence, Mitishamba will forever speak to the freedom of silence.

hawawezi lazimisha mdomo wa watu wamesimamia mti ubaki open. i speak through leaves so my roots remain cyphers to simpletons that must use monkeys to know their genesis, or what they call omen.

sisi are men. Amen. Bin adam. being human sio kitu cha kuomba. we happen from the genesis of what was, to a woman, spoken!'

MITISHAMBA ~ today was not chosen.
'leo nimajani tu'

Sunday, July 7, 2019

Living vs existing

someone somewhere mastered my existence and closed that book. so much so that they bravely proclaimed as part of their last words that 'anyone that hears the word....not to add to it or shall be plagued.'

the  last verse that further instills fear into any human life. it is a pre-existing condition to life. a dictation that one must exist a specific way in order for it to be considered living. the written word is simply that, diction.

a dictatorial emblem for those that want to live, but can only exist. for there to be documentation of my existence prior to me living leaves me with the conclusion that once upon a time, I was the one feared. feared enough to be supplanted in a book and therefore not be living, simply exist.

made afraid to be myself since the reality of my living is frowned upon. witness the dread put on hair. an ongoing mandate to live in accord with a dollar. a dollar, the silent exchange of life earned from who exists best.

because in all honesty, living,truly knowing your own existence and embracing it, thus adopting your own structure of existence, is what is traded.

there's no nature in a dollar, just existence. concrete exists, a rose lives.


Wednesday, April 24, 2019

Bird Box

"during those days, people will seek death but they will never find it" Revelation 9:6

'The essence of life is death. This is because its only in death that we source the importance of time and it's limited capacity.

So banging ones head on a glass wall or simply walking into a burning car because you ”see” the truth doesn't mean you will be accepted in death.

No one that kills on the seas deserves a grave on land. Yet the ark carrying ancient human cargo did just that; buried the owner of all lands in water, and gave evil land.

Winter is coming.

Scenes of that movie attempt to erase the sins of those that lay claim to present day racial supremacy, just because they carried some children down a river. Or a pair of souls over some waters in order to split it. Read correctly, the red waters parted but not water.

Mixed kids of identies unseen that one must be blind to identify. See, when you separate a soul from it's grave, it's place of dreams, the essence of what existence means is translated into.......well,......

What's a dream if not creative thought?!'

mitishamba ~ divine verbiage
'the green word'

Saturday, April 20, 2019

The Slave, mastered

"if the shoe fits without you wearing it, someone is using your feet." a mitishamba proverb.

'Who really was the slave when the conscious of the world went West?! 

History, or more specifically Northern Hemisphere languages narrate all of Africa into that existence; African slaves. Went even steps further to ensure the skin of the tiller identified with its soil. Dirt. Mud. Black dirt. In summary, something all tread on. These articulated records showcase the wit, grit, and outright will of a people that  swooped South like an Eagle at an unsuspecting fish..........

It is at this juncture that a thinking man such as myself ponders whether the birds, being hunters of the waters' surface, seem to want to communicate their rising fears. A scarcity of meals. Land preditors having scoured the bottom of the ocean, they are rising to do so on land.

A purpose filled life. A man of war will transport himself to the battlefield by any means necessary. Even warring himself. To the peaceful hearted, don't fear your mind. It is in your ability to navigate thought that allowed this brutal energy it's place in books. Take heart, those in the waters see the sky more clearly.

Fear from an enemy is pleasure to a warrior.

                    [rough draft]


Saturday, March 30, 2019

the mitishamba tribe

'invitation lonely!

 who said you suck at life because you heartfully make choices? you allow the heart to land on every surface it can reach and thus experience more wear and tear.

 on one step you move closer to mankind but then stumble with the second. and on other days, even nightmares are lived.

 that's because you support the mind while living with the heart. what has come to be known as rational vs irrational, or reality vs imagination.

 since today's reality is yesterday's imagination, i applaud those that live on reality while imagining tomorrow.

 aah, the mystery of tomorrow where nothing is known yet all is known at once.

meaning as your heart beats, it is yesterday you look towards.

 this is the dichotomy of energy.

 masculine paths of feminine direction.

  the mind or the heart.

 to a mitishamban, the heart reigns.

 it's all for Her that i and I lives, while masculinity is embroiled in conflict.

 the tribe that is mitishamba knows nothing at all, yet all at worse.

 the art of tomorrow living, while experiencing today.

 lonely enough to accommodate the mental tactics of those who would rather use time to clock human existence rather than the heart and it's drum beats.'

mitishamba ~ in entertaining others, i keep to myself.
"the tribe leader is green."

Tuesday, March 19, 2019

dear blacks

"sometimes it's good to uproot a plant, so you can pray over it's soil for the well being of any of its seeds.

may any well or spring, waterfall or beach, every granule of silt feel your absence as you tilt.

 now fully grown with a heartful build, built on many waters and wooden sticks.

oops ships.

 the lantern of sheep. unaware that a tree is a mound of land, or a heap.

packed with years of ingesting the collective conscious of its surroundings, some call it chlorophyll.....

a plant split the sea ~ unfinished merchants

"green lights"

Friday, February 22, 2019

two cents.

'in my opinion, the third thought is up for trade.

 But, cost of production requires more than two thirds the process it takes to construct the present traders' profit margin that's at stake.

 Before you can process the losses being accumulated, I must state that to begin with, the idea of human trade was just that, an existence of space.

 Means that all that is built on an unfinished platform isn't safe. lest it be forgotten, left behind, or simply classified as the age of the slave.

 Yet many took the step.

 A leap for the tree in the middle, as some books would say. It was the first time that white existence could exert fear after millions and millions of years of living with a dark face.

Anyway, there comes a time when the idea of physical competition becomes extinct or rather, fake.

Here is where there's the lack of bliss; ignorance ignored, molded, perceptions lacking a hardened existence of opinions-turned base.

  Termed new findings, but ancient to any afrikan Sage.

 The destruction of a foundation, roots, then ascribe a deserted land to a singular race.

However, all that live will know how many double antendras one can couple with a reality that constricts dual existence into a singular phrase.


 Oh lawd.

 Oh how god can multiply the individual idea of capitalizing on toungues into familial existence. Or simply, a gauge.

 A measure placed on the hefty value of, from that whole Book, just a page.

 I, Ishmael Mitishamba, send a Paige.'

Mitishamba ~ no slave in my blood
'green lineage'

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"