I don't want to know yo name

I Don't Want to Know Yo Name


I don't want to know nothin bout ya
don't tell me yo name
don't ask me shit
don't tell me shit
don't tell me yo name
don't want nothin from you
no head
no pussy
no ass hole
no kiss
no hug
no smile
no frown
just take yo sick ass down the street
be a pleasure to somebody else
spare me
let me stay in the no stress zone
take your lies
fake hair
fake eyes
fake lips
fake hips
fake pussy
fake ass
fake mind
and let the door kiss yo black ass.
love you madly,
--Marvin X

Don't Dream Bout Ma Man

Don't Dream Bout Ma Man
I told my podna I had a dream bout him
His wife heard me and said don't dream bout ma man
I said nothing but thought wow, I can't have a dream
how you get in this conversation, anyway?
Even MLK had a dream

how you control dreams
tell yo mind no don't dream that shit
what is the world coming to
people wit da flip top box
but my podna
childhood friend
in-law
don't dream bout ma man
wasn't her dream
do I have a right to dream
in my own mind
own space
a vision maybe
a thought to save the pitiful world
pitiful people like you
why save souls like you
need to recycle yo ass into aluminum cans
what if I dreamed yo man was saving the world
don't dream bout ma man
what if I dreamed yo man was uplifting humanity
don't dream bout ma man
what if I dreamed yo man was a prophet
don't dream bout ma man
ignut bitch
kiss ma ass.
--Marvin X, Prime Minister of Poetry
3/26/11

The funny thing is that I already knew

The funny thing is that I already knew

I am scared of you
yet so in awe of the One Mind that knows all
the sound between the silence and the word
and since you knew what now for my heart
what is your plan
to string me along
i go willingly
yes i am sprung on you
it is the wish of a lifetime
the dream of poet mind
to have someone who understands without talk
only a glance of the eye
a holding of the hand
a sweet kiss
what is better than this
to read the mind in love
to love the mind that loves you
knowing steel sharpens steel
when equals come together the earth is moved
so rare these days
it is beyond age
this wisdom thing
you either got it or don't
unless you a seeker
but seekers find what they seek
in the right places
when the student is ready, you have heard
the teacher appears
and yet the teacher
always learns from the student

The funny thing is that I already knew
you are simply too much
in all my travels
no one like you
one of a kind
a sweet blessing in my midst
who came to claim a poet's dream
the master teacher
and yet he is in awe
of his student
what wonder is this
when I see you coming toward me
a wind surrounds you
swirling swirling
a dance of the dervishes accompany your stride
the wind blows you to me
my arms open wide to enfold the greatness of your spirit
I am here at your pleasure
do with me as you wish
no abuse please.
Yet I have no fear of this
I know you already know this.

Ah, the air is so fresh
we must go to the ocean soon
I want to walk on the shore
barefoot in the sand as the tide comes upon us
holding hands in the wind
as the dervish dance and swirl.
--Marvin X
4/9/11

I am a revolutionary

Before man black

Muslim

Husband

Lover

Father

I am a revolutionary I am a Revolutionary

revolution or death

Whatever comes first

Don’t matter

Test me

Kill me and I shall return

Like Garvey

In the Whirlwind

haunt you

Curse you

Spit in your face

For your decadence

putrid life style

Of nothingness and dread

a stunted man woman child

Too pitiful to stand erect

Homo erectus

You rather slither snake like

Before Pharaoh and his magicians

Not me

Take me to your dungeons

Where humanity lives

brothers finally come together in unity

the black hole of Santa Rita County Jail

they show love for each other

they read and share all they have

zoo zoos and wham whams

gourmet meals they cook and beg you to eat

precious food they starve for each day

Spending the day searching cooking sharing

Raman noodles and Doritos into casserole

Divided shared for all

the black hole

you must shower your funk or die

They knew me

Passed me on the street selling books

Said they were high priced too

So I knew they passed by

I am a revolutionary

I teach in jail

Like on the street

no difference

A punk out here is a punk in there

A warrior here is a warrior in the dungeon

I am a revolutionary

I stand on the shoulders of George, Eldridge, Huey,

Booker, Alonzo Batin

Douimbia

Aaron Ali

Ali Sharif Bey

Brother Edward who raised the college generation single handed

Men unknown who stood up to the beast at every turn

I am a revolutionary

I fear nothing

Want nothing from you

Your money your women your drugs

Nothing

You cannot buy me

I am not for sell

You sold the last negro long ago

I am not the one

I am a revolutionary

Only warrior women can stand beside me

Women in the tradition of Harriet Tubman, Sojourner Truth, Ida B. Wells, Mae Mallory, Fannie Lou Hamer, Queen Mother Moore, Ella Collins, Clara Muhammad, Betty Shabazz, Angela Davis

Stand with me warrior women

To the death or to the life

I am a revolutionary

I bring forth a new world order

With the consent of the governed

No dictatorship

No presidents for life

Kings

Prime ministers for life

No tribal domination

No religiosity

Only plain truth

Simple for a child to understand

No pyramid scheme

No trickle down Voodoo economics

Let power trickle up

Bottom rail top

Revolution

I am a revolutionary

I am beyond your tricks and games

Your slimy schemes and dreams

Of delay postponement pseudo stability

No delay

No stalling

Up against the wall motherfucker

Baraka said

This is revolution

I am a revolutionary.

--Marvin X

4/8/11

Do You Want to See Me Tomorrow

Do You Want to See Me Tomorrow?
No, I don't want to see you tomorrow
but every day of my life
until the last breath
I want to look upon your regal self
young shaman lady
your mother's daughter
did I say that right?
I want to gaze into your sweet soul
so ancient so new
I want to hear your wisdom poetry
letters to characters of your imagination
evolving from childhood to now
No, I don't want to see you tomorrow
but every day of my life
is this possible
no matter
you asked
so I tell you no lie
it may be impossible
an old man's dream
yet let me imagine
let me dwell on the wonder of you
that busy mind so much like my own
in constant thought
a dream like state

but coming to reality
it may be that you will come one day to say
I have come to stay
forever.
and I will say are you sure?
And you will say again
I have come to stay forever.
but if you come to stay only for a moment
I will say that is fine with me
for life is but a moment
a moment can be eternity
for sure let us enjoy these precious times
getting to know you is a book unraveling
we write together
this book of love
full of joy and laughter
No, I do not want to see you tomorrow
but the next thousand nights
and tomorrows into the sun and moon
until the sand empties the hour glass
and begins again forever and ever.
--Marvin X
4/8/11

Poem: I Release You

Poem: I Release You

I Release You
for SCJ

You said release you
I chanted I release you
three times
then you called with emergency
save your nephew
the boyz in the hood want his head
so I gave him refuge in the mountains
manhood training
a labor of love for you and him
since he is you and you are him
but my whole life is saving youth
what is the revolution about except saving
the next generation
keeping them from getting caught riding dirty
especially the brothers marked for extinction by society
with no use for them
except encaged
enslaved
ignorant
no thinkers wanted
no freedom fighters
no conscious poets and rappers
so I did my job can I get a little love a hug a kiss
no matter you have someone new
We feed you for Allah’s pleasure only
we desire neither reward nor thanks, Al Qur’an.
marvin x 4.3.07

Can You Feel the Spirit?

Can You Feel the Spirit?
Can you feel the spirit
in the air in the hair
people dancing in the street
singing freedom songs sea to sea
what a wonderful world
a time to be alive
to breathe again
stand tall not stunted
men and women
hail to the youth
invincible
challenging the kings
presidents for life
lying in front of tanks
repelling bullets tear gas
all power to the people
let there be freedom in the lands
in the homes
let the women be free of abuse
physical, verbal, emotional
let the men be free to be men
not oppressors of women and children
let the oppressors flee to the moon
or anywhere but here
let there be peace on earth
let the wealth be shared
no hunger in the world
no thirst
no disease
no wage slavery
no ignorance
no conspicuous consumption
no world of make believe
no white supremacy
no dogmatic religiosity
let the people be divine
let the earth be divine
it is time
it is time.

Let the spirit move you
to higher ground
to minds above animal
and yet animals love
who is really the beast
or less than beast
animals love

Let the spirit move you.
Jump out the box of negrocities
wretched habits of the worse kind
that cripple the mind
back to the cave days

Let the spirit shake you
make you shout
talk in tongues
see the spirit working
better listen to that voice
the precious sound of God
talking.
--Marvin X
2/27/11

Bank the Bankers

Bank the Bankers

MARVIN X

Bank the bankers
Fleeing Russia with pants in hand
Fleeing Wall Street cross Brooklyn Bridge
The fundamentals are sound said Bush/McCain
Then Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae bit the dust
Bank the bankers
Those communist in capitalist drag
Sharing the robbery of workers
Homeless in the snow
Bankers ski in the Alps
Gleaming Wall Street Journal
Sliding down the slope
Champagne on ice
Bank the bankers
Bear Sterns
Washington Mutual
Bank of America
Wells Fargo
Thieves in the night
Who is Federal Reserve?
To workers in the cold
Who is the Treasury?
To grandma’s house gone
She in shelter bout to stroke
Don’t understand sub prime loan
Her son took out
gone on dope
Like the president
Drunk in white house
Fundamentally sound
Just ride out crisis
Don’t lose yo cool
tells American people
Fleeing Katrina and Ike
Hurricane hit Wall Street
Taxpayers took tab
Bank the bankers
Let them taste jail
Eat zoo zoos wham whams
no end in sight
Let dollar fly in the air
bankers don’t care
They home by the fire
In the pickle room
don’t care
workers have no homes
No car
No stocks, no bonds, retirement gone
Burial insurance in hand,. thank God
What good is that?
Bank the bankers
Those loose loaning pigs
Even the jobless got loans
Bankers didn’t care
Sell notes to China, Russia
Saudi Arabia
Sell Citibank and Chase
Sell America to whomever
Give a loan to whomever
No credit check
No collateral
No job
Sell America
Sell yo mama
Bankers don’t care
Greed rules this day
heartless have their homes
summer & winter retreats
Bank the bankers
Let them eat pizza on Riker’s Island
Or Leavenworth.

My People Were Never Slaves


My people were never slaves
no matter how much cotton
sugar cane
rice
watermelon
big house
out house
slave hut
never slaves
not for minute
prince
princess
king
warrior
priest
juju man
resister
builder
architect
welder
newspaper publisher
never slave
do for nothing
shiftless
lazy
servile
menial
passive
resistance was every day
burning
plantations afire
glass in meals
razors in pussies
for master to fuck
enjoy his death
suck it up
bastard
invade slave hut
take man woman child
to big house
to smile
before rape
of man, woman child.
master will pay
for every hurtful thing
Baraka say
for every hurtful thing.
--Marvin X
2/26/11

O, Malcolm X

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Malcolm X

O, Malcolm X

We love you
ain't did nothing you said
yet the chickens home to roost
me being a country boy
makes me glad
like you said
but what now
chickens home
will we go into the coop
get the golden eggs
stand up on the real
even lay down for the cause
in front of tanks, guns, tear gas
like the Egyptians
we know you smilin
bout Egyptians
but ain't we Egyptians too
Latter Day Egyptian Revisionists
Sun Ra said
We remember you in Egypt
camel riding
praying in the Majed
we remember
we love you.
--Marvin X
2/21/11

Fathers Sing Blues Too

Fathers Sing Blues Too

Fathers get the blues too
like mothers
over children
worry bout them
think about them
try to be example for them
sometimes children don't get it
repeat lessons mama and daddy did
childhood ghosts appear
and they are not sure why
yet father knows like mama
parental instinct
vibe
father can tell when children not happy
long before they decide to talk and cry
we knew from the beginning it wasn't going to work
but said nothing
keep out of children's bizness
they grown
let them sink or swim
but unhappiness is unacceptable
father can't stand unhappy child
when all the while we knew we knew
our baby had the blues
they didn't know each other
they never do in America
they don't ask dad or mom
just hook up wit some nigguh
in the name of love
that wasn't love
maybe lust in the night
a momentary thing
tension reliever
but not love
not steel that sharpens steel
some unequal thing that should 've never happened
wasn't meant to be
and never will be
only for a moment
a child
and then departure
for another
same person
different name
father knows
like mother
call it instinct
a vibe thing
father sings the blues
worries his hair out
wish he never had these kids
cause they always have problems
even grown
especially then
big problems then
not like little kid problems
we listen
we advise
hope they will do the right thing finally
to be happy.
---Marvin X
2/17/11

I Am American, A Birthday Poem

I Am American

Dedicated to my brother Ollie (January 21) and daughter Nefertiti (January 29) in celebration of their birthdays

I am American
no citizen of the United States
gave that up years ago
in Toronto
protesting US in Vietnam
exiled in Canada
underground to Chicago, Harlem
crucified at Fresno State University
same time Angela Davis was on the cross at UCLA, 1969

I am American
exiled a second time in Mexico City
with all the exiled Americans from the Americas
from Cuba, Dominican Republic, Venezuela, Columbia, Guatemala, El Salvador, Brazil
they call me Pele Pele Pele on the streets of Mexico City
want to touch my hair for good luck

I am American
in Mexico City founded by Africans
now exiled by president for life regimes
we are young men of resistance
and women too, my wife is with me
young men
put aboard planes that landed in Chapultepec Park
cerca de Paseo de Reforma
my wife and I live near the Metro by the park
we see the lovers in the park on Sundays
and we are in love
she is pregnant with our daughter Nefertiti
I am American
I cannot speak with my brothers in exile
Jorge from Choco, Columbia
Enrique from Venezuela
I speak Spanish pochito
muy pochito
no Portuguese
I can only say Poder Negro to my revolutionary amigos.
They comprende
I give them the black power salute
I am American
I flee Mexico City for Belize
I pass through Yucatan, Vera Cruz, Merida, Chetumal
the land of Yanga el Africano Mexicano
Yanga was so bad the Spanish gave him a town
San Lorenzo de los Negroes
down in Vera Cruz
I flee against the advice of my Elizabeth Catlett Mora
my elder revolutionary artist
she begged me not to go
those negroes are in raw colonialism
not neo-colonialism she said
I am American
young and hard headed
easy to lead in the wrong direction
hard to lead in the right direction
I am American

I want to hear English
tired of Spanish
basta ya!
I want to see los Negroes
in Belize
esclavos pero Negroes
yo esclavos tambien
I am American

This is my land the Americas
all of it
I was here before Columbus
Before Maya Aztec Incas Olmec
I was here
I came by canoe from Ghana, Mali, Songhay
from the land of Sonni Ali, Askia the Great
the bling bling of Mansa Musa
a thousand camels with gold on his haj to Mecca

I am American
in Belize los Negroes speak English
pero muy rapido pero English
Espanol tambien
I am American
Norte Americano Africano
Simon Bolivar Americano
Simon Simon Simon

I am American
North Central South American
Caribbean American
I am American
from Toronto, Montreal
to Georgetown, Caracas

Slums of Mexico City are mine
shacks of Belize are mine
madness of Kingston are mine
cocaine of Port of Spain are mine
yes, Trinidad
land of C. Eric Williams
victim of Capitalism and Slavery
Guyana is mine
I interviewed PM Burnham at his residence
Africans with AK47s at his gate
the genocide of Jonestown
assassination of Dr. Walter Rodney
how can we forgive the reactionaries
who never turn into Buddha heads
who never put down their butcher knives

I am American
in Belize I join the revolution of Evan X and Shabazz
on trial for sedition
the government is games old people play
this is sedition
I covered the trial for Muhammad Speaks
this was my sin
a 1970 Wikileaks
exposing the emperor has no clothes
the people have no clothes
no water no electricity no toilet
no nothing
brothers want to know why I left American with no gold
they want to go to American to get the gold
why did I leave without the gold
good question

I am American
the people are rich in Belize
joy and peace, sun and land
gardens of paradise
islands in the sun
I love on Gales Point
a little shack with no water no electricity no bathroom
but I am happy
my wife is pregnant and happy
except for the sand flies
mosquitoes who love her blood
we bathe in the river
the out house is on the other side of the island
the catfish collect the waste
people do not swim on that side of the island

I am American
the people beg me to teach black power
I do not check in with the village headman

a drunk man sings outside my house
day comin ta git ya in da mornin
been down here teachin dat black power
day comin to get ya in da mornin, boy

my wife and I laugh
wish dat drunk nigguh git way from our door
but they come to get me in the morning

I am American
When I get on the boat into the city
five hour ride through the jungle
police on boat
I am under arrest
but don't know it
police undercover
don't say nothing to me
when we get to the city
he don't say nothing
police come to my friends house
call me out
I grab rifle
but put it down
surrender
a mulatto greets me outside
I am under arrest
take me to Ministry of Home Affairs
Minister reads my deportation order
Your presence is not beneficial to the welfare of the British Colony of Honduras
therefore you shall be deported to the United States on the next plane to Miami
leaving at 4pm.
Until then you are under arrest.
Mulatto takes me to police station
I am told to sit down. No cell, no handcuffs.
Soon the police gather around me
I am in the middle of a circle of police
I do not know what's up.
Soon they say, broder man, teach us about black power!
I am American

victim of the slave system
police victims too
teach us broder man.
I say
Marcus Garvey came here in 1923
told you to get the Queen of English off yo walls.
It's 1970 and you still got that white bitch on yo walls.
Get that bitch off yo walls!
police crack up
they say you all ite broder man
They point out uncle tom police
they say he black man wit white heart
black man wit white heart!
I am American

Plane came for me on time. Mulatto pushed me onto the plane. I refused to leave without my wife. The plane door slammed. Fly south to Tegucigalpa, Spanish Honduras.
I ask for asylum . Espera un momento, Negro!
I am marched back onto the plane.
We land in Miami. Two gentlemen greet me at the airport. Escort me to my hotel suite at Dade County Jail. I am put into a pit with dead, deaf dumb and blind negroes.
I call them brother.
They say we ain't yo brother, nigguh. I am silent.
After a few days the gentlemen come to transfer me to Miami City jail, the Federal facility.
White Cuban drug dealers greet me. What do you want, my brother, they say.
You need money, food? We send out for food to the restaurant, what do you want.
I am American
I want hamburger, fries and milkshake!
No problema, hermano!
They give me money to call my wife.
She is home in America.
I am American
Cubans say again, whatever you need just let us know.
I am American
like Simon Bolivar
like Che
like Fidel
Toussaint
like Nat Turner
Grabriel Prosser
Harriet Tubman
Malcolm
Like Garvey
Stokely
CLR James
Padmore
Chavez
Morales
I am American.
--Marvin X
1/29/11

Letter to a Child or the Education of Jah Amiel

Letter to a Child or the Education of Jah Amiel

I'd rather Osama Bin Laden knock at my door than my grandson.
--Marvin X

Child
a thousand years before you came from me
I knew you
you did not know me
but I knew you
a thousand years ago
in the infinity of the universe
I knew you were coming
to be a force in the world
and I see you know
at my doorstep
in my bed asleep beside me
pissing in my bed
lying about it in the morning
I see you a thousand years before you came
crawling walking dancing singing rapping
I saw you
yet you claim I am blind
a bad grandfather
mean to you
yet I saw you coming
it was no dream
you were the return of a madman
a son who self destructed
and now a grandson
the same potential
so we want to save you
the pleasure
desire
for you are a god
we see that
you listen to my prayers for you
ask me to pray
and so we do
Al Fatihah
you love this prayer
I am amazed
but you ask me to say it again and again
Al Fatihah you want
Not Al Hamdulilah
it is not enough
Grandpa, I want you to say the prayer
In Arabic
that is what I want to hear
That is what I shall recite after you.
--Marvin X
1/23/11

Closure

Closure
for Renaldo Ricketts

There is no closure
ever, never
we enjoy the pain, the hurt forever
the ancestor totem helps
seeing them on the tree
we come to understand
life is
what it is
death the same
no attachment but to God
the physical must pass
spirits eternal
so hold and touch the one you love
hug often for dear life
only a moment in time and space
transitions on tradition
we are not alone in this
but endure we must
the loss of touch
the glance
smile
wisdom talk
things we did or didn't do
could have would have should have
so another time
another space
another place
we'll meet again.
--Marvin X
1/7/11