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Chi Session XXIX

Black Roses- Forgive but Don’t Forget

by Fénix Xochitl Zuno 

Abuse then affection

Conflict 

Passion misdirection

Assuage affliction

A dire misconception

Born at its inception

And with no other lesson 

Handled without care or discretion

No way to deflect now what is inbred

To detect need a breach to dissect 

So that the effect will be seen and not repeated 

So that it is not a reflex

To lash out when vexed 

Don’t know how to distinguish an order from a suggestion

Please from a question

Stress on inflection

An aberration of accommodation

No direction, so the love received 

Is more of an abomination an infection

A thing to be called into question

Without learning one’s own reflection

Inspect the projection

Illusions like mirages offer no protection

Introspection the only solution to correction

Raze the structure to raise the expectation

The standard must be clear no exceptions or exemptions

A clear heart and strong soul

Forgiveness but never forgetfulness for redemption

Lactose intolerant 
Cannot be after all 
Don’t let the gleam blind you, the flash trip you 
Let you slip in the seam 
Just like a desert when you’re desperate what you see isn’t always what it seems
Mythical like legendary but one truth above all, 
Gotta get that C.R.E.A.M. 
So I’ll be legen-wait-for-it- 

This is so light, easy, and airy 
On top of every Sunday Red hot like a cherry 
All over that whipped there-you-have-it dairy

At this height being so mythical 
You should applaud for me like I’m Tinkerbell 
Just like I’m a fairy So you could Love or Hate me
Just Hear Me 
Pay me out in attention. 

POETRY POLITICIAN: PROCLAIMATION FOR A 99% NATION

Interest, Rate over Time

Seen only results of a negative decline

Inverse correlation

Progress as a Nation

If we want a different Solution

To Corporate Greed and Pollution

We need to change the Formula

Rearrange, Reorder the Law and Order of

S.V.U. Of the U.S.A.  Eiffel Tower –ed 99% 

Majority of the minority can’t pay the rent.

Time to Redefine the Norm

Formula Reform

Cause a wise man once said

Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again

And expecting a different end

I mean what does that mean?

People just want to maintain

And expecting a change?

What a circular chain

Loss of Jobs is a loss of genius today

They protest at the grave

Kinda ironic a,

Bitten Apple

They say

“Knowledge is the way

Knowledge is the power “

But my friends have degrees; we make the same per hour

Before money we cower

Power corrupts; Root of evil, School of Hard Knocks

It’s your Favorite School House Rock

Conjunction Function

Remember that one about government and law?

Think they’ll run that one anymore?

I don’t know that’s a tough call

What happens when after all,

They say to know knowledge at all

Was the original sin

So the technology that we make,

Is that the hidden snake?

Bit off more than we could chew

As a human race

Venomous fruit,

Stupid drunk off the taste

Abuse our only Earth

Is that why we played with fire

Made it a silent “H” away from being HEarth

Premonition of our own destruction

Never believed in 2012 before

But the Polar Caps are melting

Mother Nature; We really Fucked Her

And Oh Daddy in Time

 When she Comes

She’ll come hard

She’ll make it rain, She’ll make it pour

What the Fuck Man!

I’m not ready to go yet

I haven’t done nothing. Haven’t done enough yet

I’ve been trying to do my part to fight a losing battle, cause yeah I do recycle

I still want to learn to ride a bicycle

But Fuck It, I got closer than ever this year

That’s a shout out to my B Po and Thomas

Thanks for the lessons and the gear

Ya’ll are DA Bombest

 

I love me the Honest

People that I meet

But honestly can’t say that

That makes up 99% of the people that I meet

1984; born 1987

Does that mean my fate was sealed before I was born?

Nah, I was born Year of Rabbit, so F (XXX) it Like Porn

Multiply like Once, than twice and than Once more

Greed will be our demise

The Earth won’t end

It’s US who won’t survive

Remember those reptiles?

We won’t be a blip

Hardly be a trace of this transient time

End of Human Kind

Haven’t met many Humans that are Kind

Even the Pyramids

Sands of Time

Will Erode and Fade

Sphinx, Dust instead of a Face

We’re losing Human Race

Lost the Human in humane

Micromanaging The People’s Lives

Running the Rat Race

There’s no Redemption Song

Just rage against the machine

People just come as they are

1984 Thought Crime; Mental War

Not a coincidence that Art and Music are cut back

Don’t want to encourage Lone Wolves in a pack

Don’t want to encourage the Mind to play a Different part

Cause a Thought is only in a Mind, but in a Mind a Revolution can start

As Voltaire, Protect Art

Our ability to look up at the sky, and contemplate why

Isn’t that what sets us apart

From the other mammals,

What makes us so smart?

I can’t stop them

But I can pick up a pen

What I do is write

My sword, this is how I fight

Like a true Mexican I’ll cross the line

Rather die on my feet, than live on my knees,

Kneeling before Capitalist swine

If I’m sick I’m Ill

Punctuate it, I will

Not let you take away the Right to Think a Thought

Or Say What I Want to Say

For my Right to Write I’ll stay

On the left of the fight

What’s passing for Right Don’t seem Right

Know Justice is Blind, but it’s passing red for a green light

And in case you missed a line

Scroll up And Re-read my Proclamation

It’s in Black and White

Print that, Take it to the press

Strategic, playing Chess

War of Words

But I’ve already Won

I’m the Poet Laureate

Poetry Politician  

Make yourself heard

Spread the Word

Holla at them till they Listen

rollingstone:

This past weekend more than 700 “Occupy Wall Street” protestors were arrested during the ‘We are the 99%’ march across the Brooklyn Bridge. The plan was to simply walk across the pedestrian path, but as the march reached the bridge, a small group — chanting “take the bridge!” — gathered on the Brooklyn-bound roadway. Rolling Stone was there to capture the events. Check out the entire gallery on RollingStone.com.

—Eric Sundermann

I’ve got the ability to connect the dots

The others cannot see

Paint the picture they cannot perceive

Point of vantage

Any two points in the universe can become a line

Line; trip wire

Now did that just blow your mind?

To another level

Space break continuum

And Time that just moves on

A moment is here and gone

And never happens

Identically Or organically ever again

If everyone’s special than no one is,

Well that much is true

But if I think, I speak

And all nothing special,

But we are all unique

Just like a moment, just like a snowflake

By just a degree, by just a measure

And when we all fall down we, all mix together

Like a tear drop in the sea

A grain in the sand

No man is island and

No man owns the land

Cannot move forward while you stand still

Cannot plant in the field if the field you do not till

Drum and percussion

Why the hell are you rushin’?

D&B now it’s thumping

Life on the line

Get linear

Kill this beat and then resurrect it; Michael Jackson thriller

Beat the beat like a rug

Under my own influence

Psychosomatic, mind is my own drug

On one, I’m on three

A holy sacred trinity

Of I, myself, and me

True to yourself you must be

Must pause on the path

Cause I’ve just been treading,

Head in the clouds,

Never reading the map

Everyday I’m trying to learn something

Different than the day before

Feels like in this game of life

I’m always losing I’m trying to even the score

Trying to stay alert

Alarm on, no more snoozing

Trying to be on time

But the Good Things come

To those who wait

So I keep people waiting

While my destiny I await?

But I show up early and leave late

Trying to be first and to make it last

Learn from yesterday and take hold of the mast

Midwest best of both sides of the round

Blue marbel of a marvel

But this wait is making me lose my marbles

I’m tired of being patient

I’m sick of being patient

Rise rising and abating

In the hospital but I got no insurance

And this is Cook County so I just spent all day waiting

No assurance, No coverage

If you’ve got no collateral you’ve got no leverage

Sit down have a cool beverage

This world is so savage

Money hungry power mongers

And their appetite cannot be sated

They’re always famished

Send back the goods, the goods is damaged

And all my dreams are outlandish

And what I say, who am I to say?

Like who are you and what’s your place?

Do you have a my mmmmmh, drawing a blank

Underscore my point so you clearly see my space

Attach a name to a face

Say a name enough times and they will heed me like OBEY

Exit through the left if you hate

I am Arrived and I was almost made to Wait

Tha Carter IV : C4

“Man fuck them bitches and those hoes/Still running shit, I’m on my cardio /Stare into the eyes, the eyes of forever’ See no evil, hear no evil, Helen Keller /No music on, rock it acapella /And I don’t need a watch the time is now or never”

An excerpt of the intro track to the highly anticipated and long awaited explosive follow up to his groundbreaking Tha Carter III, Tha Carter IV is a dynamic release that does not disappoint.  Weezy is in rare form; Tunechi’s back and he is all over the map as usual.

Released on the heels of Sorry For The Wait, Tha Carter IV’s most widely known track has been in regular rotation since the December of 2010. "6 Foot 7 Foot," samples the Day-O by Harry Belafonte and was produced by Bangladesh. It was the first time the producer and Wayne had worked together since his smash hit A Milli off the Carter III. The collaboration was Wayne’s first single following his release from prison and ushered in his kinetic return to the game. Mack Maine, president of Young Money and fellow label mate, likened it "A Milli on steroids." Invoking the premise of the Christopher Nolan’s release Inception, the music video explores in literal terms the many frantic and surrealist verses Wayne’s unleashes; hardly pausing for a breath while spitting gems like: "People say I’m borderline crazy, sorta kinda/Woman of my dreams, I don’t sleep so I can’t find her/You niggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant/I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate"

Megaman is a fast paced throwback firespitter in the vein of Banned from TV off No Ceilings, all horns, lots of bass, no hook, and an excess of bravado. Opening on blips highly reminiscent of those heard at the start of the obstacle course from Ninja Warrior, Megaman is an energy infused tongue twister.   In top form lyrically Weezy does his far reaching, rapid and innovative change ups inserting hyperboles and similes that beg the language bend to the will of Weezy.

Nightmares of the Bottom, offers a rare pensive glimpse into the mind of a revolutionary lyricist. Simplistic, cyclical piano backs the dressed down track with a hushed bass kick. The focus is on lyricism and expression in this one. A definite fan and listener track. It is followed by the most recent release She Will, Tha Carter IV’s answer to Lollipop featuring Drake on a hook that is sure to inspire more than one dirty dance in clubs everywhere because that is undoubtedly where She Will is intended to be played. Bass heavy, sexually suggestive and explicit it’s set to be the smash hit of the album.  Followed by the antithesis to album’s third release, the acoustic guitar and drum driven ballad How to Love, Wayne’s startling departure and foray into singing/song writing, How to Hate featuring T-Pain  most definitely displays the thin line between love and hate most tellingly in the lines "No really, I’m on my "fuck that bitch" shit /You used to be the shit, but now you ain’t shit, bitch”

 Fittingly followed up by the album’s second single John, which samples the hook from Rick Ross’s I’m Not a Star, John plays like a sort of continuation of Wayne’s I Am Not a Human Being off his album bearing the same name.  Eerie whirring tones throughout, overdubbed by frantic distress calls marshal in the bass thumping call to arms Weezy throws down: The guns are drawn and I ain’t talking ‘bout a sketch /I pay these niggas with a reality check /Prepared for the worst but still praying for the best/ This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress”

President Carter, features perhaps the best sample of the whole album, that of the inauguration of President Jimmy Carter in 1977.A distorted, repetitive loping beat, with a harp section and foreboding tones build the track which could be seen as an answer to the hip-hop opera that was H.A.M. Weezy ends it on grand tones, with a ‘good speech’ in which he broadly addresses political corruption and war. And if it seems like a thematic response to Jay- Z and Kanye West’s H.A.M.than it’s barely a punctuation mark next to the hook free Alan Parson Project  sampler It’s Good  which features strong bombastic verses. Jada Kiss stays current with the issues dropping lines like “Gasoline, propane/Ain’t no salary cap in the dope game/ Ain’t no collective bargaining on cocaine /So in other words nigga, do your thang” Followed by Drake who drops the perfect bridge verse to introduce his mentor and Weezy pulls all out the stops on this one in a much speculated  alleged diss to Jay Z  “Two Glock 40’s nigga you got 80 problems …Talkin ’bout baby money? I got your baby money /Kidnap your bitch, get that ‘how much you love your lady’ money” Wayne has not directly commented on the matter. Whatever the case it’s a hard hitting jam that flows well into the outro. The Outro, which is a reverb of the intro sans Wayne, but featuring a strong ensemble cast of Bun B, Nas, Shyne and Busta Rhymes closing out C4 as only true lyricists and rap veterans can. Nas puts in a great performance, rap’s recluse Shyne drops his distinctive vocals but Busta undoubtedly steals the show on this one with a tongue twisting, breath stealing closing verse.

Bonus tracks off the I Tha Carter IV Deluxe I Like The View and Two Shots are beat heavy add-ons that sound like they could have been on SFTW. Two Shots in particular is just waiting for a remix because the bass, beat and hook are club ready.  

A great follow up to Tha Carter III, Tha Carter IV shows that Wayne’s train is still running on his wild momentum and evolutionary tactics; after all this is Wayne’s World and we’re all just tourists.  

Amy Winehouse, To Know You Was to Love You

Most knew her for her well documented substance abuse and personal problems, which is a damn shame because it’s not even a fraction of the force, talent, beauty and voice that was Amy Winehouse.

Channeling Motown, blues, jazz and soul she quickly commanded attention for her inimitable voice and singularly unique persona. Oozing sexuality and unabashedly speaking to the darker sides of human impulse Amy Winehouse was a true anomaly. Her voice would have sounded natural in some dim lit jazz longue set fifty years past, instead she channeled a voice from a generation past with lyrics that could have only gotten airplay today . Indeed her incendiary debut is looked upon as the inception point for many empowered female talents that have come up since.

Amy’s music was tragically at once fueled by and overtaken by a destructive lifestyle. She spoke of addiction and shunned redemption. Her default anthem Rehab is one example of her unapologetic nature; at once acknowledging her demons and refusing the exorcism. Other examples are evidenced in the sexually charged twisted tale she spins in the jazzy You Know I’m No Good which pales in brazenness to I Heard Love Is Blind and still more to the brassy tell off Stronger Than Me.  Stronger also has a must-hear scat intro and a line only Winehouse could have delivered “I’m not going to meet your mother anytime, I just want to grip your body over mine”

If slow scorchers like her soul hit and fan favorite Love is a Losing Game,  or the bluesy heartbreaker Wake Up Alone are any indication Winhouse’s romantic escapades also served as a double edged sword of inspiration and destruction.  Singing “I stay up clean the house/least I’m not drinking/ Run around just so I don’t have to think about thinking”  its apparent that depression lead to destructive means of distraction. For anyone who has ever experienced a relationship like the one described in the softly spoken guitar driven ballad Best Friends, self medication as a distraction is a default setting; as evidenced in Wake Up Alone when she utters the heartrending lines “This ache in my chest/cause my day is done now/the dark covers me and I cannot run now.”

It was in these enormously personal ballads that she showcased her fragile vulnerability, something she struggled to balance with a highly public profile while simultaneously struggling with addiction and bouts of depression.

It was a cocktail of the Molotov kind, drug abuse ultimately acting as an incendiary agent that consumed a promising and powerful voice. However, this isn’t a tabloid this is a tribute to an artist. It’s impossible to speak of Amy and ignore the dark parts in her life; she herself was never one to shy away from acknowledging the dark, after all she lived the blues.

Her career was one of blindingly stellar highlights, garnering five Grammys by the time she was 24 among many other accolades.  She did nothing halfheartedly, her highs were dizzyingly high and her lows were devastatingly low. Finding the middle ground to walk in such a state must have been difficult especially with added media scrutiny. Indeed it is a plight many artists face, the struggle to balance the duality of expressing so publicly issues that are more times than not something they feel very intimately.

However it’s important to remember it wasn’t all tears, sex and heartbreak. Amy Winehouse also had a killer sense of humor displayed in the ever so subtly titled Fuck Me Pumps or the extra cheeky green loving anthem Addicted.

From blues, soul, jazz and rock her vocalizations could hypnotize you into believing your senses had been transposed fifty years back when covering greats like Someone to Watch Over Me as most famously sung by Ella Fitzgerald or for a signature modern sound on an a classic, her version of Its My Party, one of her last released recordings on Quincy Jone’s Q: Soul Bossa Nostra .

Her vibrancy was apparent on songs like the seldom played Hey Little Rich Girl and especially palpable on her version of Valerie on Mark Ronson’s Versions, where Ronson ,in a stroke of genius, kept in Amy’s candid “…having too much fun” just before band kicks up.

Immensely talented, refreshingly honest and devastatingly original the loss of an artist like Amy Winehouse strikes so close to home for so many because of the level of intimacy they connected to her on.  Through seemingly endless heartbreaks or all consuming depression, like those spoken of in Back to Black hers was a voice that was powerful enough to lift people up, either through an empowered refrain like the one sung on Tears Dry on Their Own or through gentle guitar strumming on the playful interlude Cherry.

Indeed she has left an indelible mark on music. Her voice will be truly missed but never forgotten. Amy Winehouse, all there is left to say is thank you for the music. May you rest in peace, may your voice echo through all the ages.

**Most people know her for Rehab  and while it’s a great song it does not even scratch the surface of her range in no particular order ten songs of Amy’s that I highly recommend giving a listen

1.       Love is a Losing Game  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NLB-BmYDPw0

2.       He Can Only Hold Her http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3XKYZRuJEnU

3.       Hey Little Rich Girl http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDnnXPSLzY8

4.       Wake Up Alone http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tkLiYIDD794

5.       You Sent Me Flying http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xHddkSxHEEY

6.       To Know Him Is To Love Him

7.       Someone to Watch Over Me http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ga-cBEPtzE0

8.       Addicted http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5PVp-C4ai1k&feature=related

*partial but her speech beforehand is worth it

9.       Stronger Than Me http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9aXmoBQPFRI

10.   Cupid  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pamFw1F854M

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