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

The Healer....2

"Through cyclical verses of
murder our movement
manifests its eventual
doom"

-Jae Brown

The Healer....

"Fruitless attempts to resurrect
the corpse of Hip-Hop has led
to nothing but its seemingly
inevitable decomposition"

-Jae Brown