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Ngoma

Ngoma is a performance poet, multi-instrumentalist, singer/songwriter and paradigm shifter, who for over 30 years has used culture as a tool to raise sociopolitical and spiritual consciousness through work that encourages critical thought. A former member of "The Spirit House Movers & Players"w/Amiri Baraka and the contemporary freedom song duo "Serious Bizness," Ngoma weaves poetry and song that raises contradictions and searches for solutions for a just and peaceful world. Ngoma was the Prop Slam Winner of the 1997 National Poetry Slam Competition in Middletown, CT. And was recently published in African Voices Magazine, Long Shot Anthology,and the Underwood Review. Ngoma was featured in the PBS spoken word documentary,"The Apro-poets"w/Allen Ginsberg.Look for his work in the upcoming Random House Publication" Def Poetry Jam Anthology." His latest CD "Paradigm Shiftin' (ancient---> future) takes spoken word and jazz/funk/fusion to the next level.- He can be reached at Ngomazworld@aol.com

Systems

most of them that want to
change the system
just want to replace it with another system
but oppression is systemic from systems
and synonomous with systems
so systems cannot be the solution for overcoming the system
but whenever profit is the motivation for life
systems lull us to systemic sleep
we be dreaming bout profit
meanwhile, most of us be profit
stuck into a system
waiting to change into another system
when it be systems that's killing us in the first place
as we continue in the rat race
not realizng that the universe
is a non profit industry
so i write this poem in reverse
redefining order
cause order is what got us in this fix
to begin with
especially when order is based on who owns everything
considering mother nature left us here
owning only the air we breathe
now the tax man cometh with
air meters
pay up or they'll cut your shit off w/out notice
air by the kilometer
happiness is rent control in harlem
but the homeless have only
sunshine to celebrate
men of no property
or in the sudan
where people are property
so, perspective stands on the unemployment line
hand stuck out for discontinued welfare
as life or death goes on in this land of the free
where every thing's for sale
and mere existence is only
a commodity
systems
Ngoma
(Taken fom the CD NGOMA "Paradigm Shiftin'(ancient--->future)

Ash Wednesday

Christians
seal their 3rd eyes
w/crosses of burnt offerings
blocking visions of god
war planes surround iraq
as thou shalt not kill
is esponged from the ten commandments, inscriptions covered in blood
war is such hypocrisy
in this age of aquarius
cause mother earth is pissed
only disneyland survives
as orlando rides the twister to oblivion
and california mudslides into a black hole
even stevie wonder can read the
writing on the wall
as icons fall like dominoes

2-25-98 a.d.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Feature Poet:
Ngoma

(Untitled)

in these times
beauty
is what ever sells
a commodity
to be hyped
tatooed to your cerebrum
whenever you turn on yr
tv/radio/computer
the program sez
white & thin is in
so maryjane
only tastes dinner
on it's way out
knuckles scraped by teeth
aiming for 20 lbs less
on her narrow frame
skeleton, waftlike, pale
while tawanna
bleaches her hair and ebony skin
not knowing she
came from a place
where wide hips are the ultimate fashion statement
so compliments go wasted
like kool aid in the ocean
not enough to taste the flava
if i ruled the world
i'd turn off your tv
make money illegal
whisper in your ear
that beauty is within
the body is only
a package for the soul

5/11/00a.d.


Poem In Response to the Question.
What Kind of Music Do You Play


swallow sweet sound like quinine
dog faced blues
music junkies acquired taste for flatted fifths
reggae skankin bubblin' bass
funk in yr face
ghost of hendrix
defiant strings
ragamuffin style
heart beat nyabinghi drum
diaspora sound for the melanin enhanced
jungle dance on concrete
unboxable improvisational
free style - buck wild
rhythmically challenged culture bandits
can't steal this
music notation can't chart this
un-notated sounds between the keys
it's too real for memorex
we string scientist
do voo doo mathematics on your ear hole
funk so deep
grammy's can't judge
stolen blues
from mali to memphis
cipher spinning on and on
bebop to hip hop
eternity's to short for this rhyme
in future time
only the righteous
can sing this song

(half past midnite)
8-25-99 a.d.



This Started Out to Be A Love Poem

my muse is stroked with
with thoughts of
steamy nights between the sheets with you
escape from rainy mondays
as the dow jones and nasdaq averages
plummet to the sidewalk
like the down pouring rain
i'm checking tall buildings for
diving capitalist speculators
up to their asses
in computer communication stock
to monitor the prison industrial complex
scared of the karmic backlash of slavery's waste souls
i'm buying stock in funeral homes and body bags
call me an optimist
obviously there's profit from death
look how fast azt kills
good servants no longer needed
in the market place of cyber-society
where virtually
you too can make loot if anyone visits your web site
but i'm looking for a plebescite vote for reparations
so i can afford repatriation to the motherland
i want my drum rhythms back
matter-of-fact
before the second decline of western civilization
makes cash useless
and that bullshit constitution toothless
in the face of martial law
i'm uniting with those against the IMF
international money fuckers
i'm holding my wallet
hoping those killer kops won't
think it's a glock
don't want to be stopped or popped
praying they passed police class 101
it's a wallet not a gun
old navy, disney stores,jimmy jazz and harlem usa
can't have my hard earmed cash today
as they support the pba
i'm taking my money out of these racist banks
they'll have red neck rudy ghouliai to thank
meanwhile
i'll help you relieve that stress
these warm hugs and hot kisses
will have you climbing out of that dress
my muse is stroked with
thoughts of steamy nights between the sheets with you
damn,
this started out to be a love poem


4/17/00 a.d.
(Taken from the CD "Ghetto Wars Part1:The Glass Onion)

 

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