Words

"The page has committed muntiny on my soul,
claiming words do nothing to swollow it whole,
it is sick of my pen weeping blue on the page,
it screams SPEAK!!
silence secludes you.
this is a new age.

Word.

The Breath of God.

"Time flows from Gods toungue like....
The wind that blows against my desire to evolve,
wind that blows over a frozen ocean that hold no life,
wind that blows me away from me.
My percussive thoughts pose a threat to history...

futuristically speaking."

Jae Brown

Equality?

"People need the false identification that
competition naturally provides. We will never
fulfill the complex demands of undaunted equality."

-Jae Brown

"Amerikah the You!"

"The revolution is born in a rebels eyes,
Blood (reigns) from a cherry-blue sky,
You! reek confusion, illusions, and lies...."

-Jae Brown

Word?

"Money pimps souls."

-Jae Brown

Never.

"The develpment of your technology
cannot defer the plan of God."

-Jae Brown

Identification. (Spoken-Word)

"The voice of time echoes through the walls
of my soul the names of the unnamed
backwards. My subconscious plays the
xylophone upon the ribs of the unkempt
in rhythmic sync with time.

I exist through the continuum of light
that ripples through my brain waves.
My pupils glow!
I am a direct descendant of the (son),
but these inherited wounds on my
palms and feet bleed indigo,
and i bleed rivers, i also cry them
through the eyes of the future
that look into the past that has not
yet occurred, the eyes of the future
blink me back into the past that of which
is now. Where has time gone!?

Time has gone with the wind. Check the
pulse of the wind.! We still have time.
It lives. It lives. 'It' is me. I am the imagination
of the moon. Moon bearing lunar thoughts,
giving me birth.

..and I rise, beyond the galaxy

unheard, unkempt, unmanned, unnamed,

i only exist. "

-Jae Brown