They journeyed back to the past
Digging deep into archives vast
Day and night they laboured on
Unearthing bones from ancient tombs
In search of the lost tongue
The mother tongue of Urhobos
The rope that bound the people as one
Long-lost in the rubble of Ughelli
Under the wreckage of the colonial masters
In the ultimate search by traditionalists
To recover this precious Edoid artifact
And to reclaim their native charms
What they found has putrefied
Foul pidgin flying out of the whole
From the mouth of their offsprings
English Pidgin, full of vile expressions
And flowery metaphors
Has adulterated their true mother tongue
The tongue with which elders conjured words divine
Has lost its power in slanging
I am Irish,
I do not patter a brogue, not lilt, or prate the Celtic.
I’m annexed English, cockney, a dead queens piglish,
chameleon tongued.
Something took me, shook me like a spade
until an un-rooted soil fell, a ground crumbled
grew tropical jungles of alien expression.
Years press, some bulldozed, some were the wrecking ball.
Found my clay feet stomping, squishing mud,
fostering images, a mire between a to zee
but never enough letters to fit a parlance;
my placeless patios, my me.
America, a melting polyglot,
I’m still slanging, hanging words out to dry, new words
told contrary-wise estranged in an outlandish manner
of palaver,
a poetry of sorts,
sounds unbound and breathing
but never replete, yet a bellyful
to live in the eyes and ears.
Speak slowly and I will hear you with my lips.
In the land of Oz, we're all fair dinkum,
Every bloke, Sheila and Healer too.
By crikey mate, if you get us started,
You'll regret the day I guarantee you.
In bonza days some may call hard yakka,
With an esky chockers and a barbie that blares.
Strewth! I tell you even our bogans are grouse,
Where else can you find platypodes and Koala Bears?
So spend an arvo or two and don't be a bludger,
Smoke a durry and blow the froth off a few.
You'll be saying "Man, that was a bloody ripper",
So get off your dunny and tell a furphy or two!
If you're thinkin' of comin' over, but not too sure,
Just have a go, ya mug, you may just find.
The best place to go walkabout and make new friends,
But don't be a goose and leave your goon bag behind.
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We're as Aussie as "You Beaut",
We're as Aussie as the Holden ute.
We're as Aussie as a kangaroo,
We're as Aussie as we're "True Blue".
||A PHILOSOPHER'S SMILE||
yawning through the winds
hearing the whispers of the silent minds
drenching in the melody of songs
all of a sudden quivering eye lids…
alerting the possible threats!!!
walking through the tender hearts
Dwindling with the frozen snows
My mind singing a sweetest song of silence
All of a sudden hatred bellows trembles....
Memorising the age of cradle-hood
Enjoying the sea -winds
walking under the Elm Trees
peeping through the looking glass with a glittering shines
All of a sudden widely spreaded gloomy shades
On a lovely path
gnat's bites ; untrue slander ;
In a pleasant state
Slanging matches: Marks of envy's foot
Behind the cheerful smiles
poisons of jealousy : Bad intents
Under the helping hands
vigor of selfish : virtual raids
Within the closeliness
Pinching grief and pains
World of days and nights
skies of lights and darks
Life of joys and sorrows!
Finally a philosopher smiles
The Vigilante Man
Chris is not a thug
Chris don’t do drugs
Chris helps people
Chris beats up and arrest corrupt cops
Chris stops them from banging
Chris stops them from slanging
Chris is on the top
Chris don’t stop
Chris is cool as Ned Kelly
Corrupt cops are stupid fools
Chris is like Batman
Chris loves Catwoman
Chris brings crooked cops to justice.
Chris is not a slayer of kill
Chris is the layer of all actions
He’s not a player
He’s not a pimp
He’s not a wimp
He’s not in a gang
He don’t bang
He don’t dope slang
He is the Vigilante Man of justice and peace.
Growing up in hard times
i'm always stuck with a struggle
Every since i can remember
i've been getting in trouble
If it wasn't skipping school
or running from them boys in blue
then i was beating up the dudes
that i sold the dope too
Thats not a lifestyle that i choose to go through.
Trying to make money on the streets
while other hustlers compete
they wanna run us off the block
but theres no way we will retreat
but thats just everyday street life
now pass the peace pipe
So i can just blaze
while i pray for better days
& try to think of clever ways
that i can make the chedder stay
This life is just not right
i'm in debt
& i cant stop smoking on these damn cigarettes
whats happened in the past has got me livin with regrets
but everybody has hard times so try not stress
Lord, i must confess im doing my best to proceed
but the devil will possess
& he's flexing on me
hes got me stuck
stuck between a rock and hard place
so i'm slanging this cocaine
so i can come up like scareface
& it makes my heart ache
that i stay stuck in this dark space
harsh days got me feeling like its time to part ways
Well Lately Ive Been Through alot Of These Trial And Tribulations
Satan Been Busy Bringing Me Down In Situations
But I Jump Right Back Up And I Rebound Through All These Cases
Stop Smoking Weed I Clearly See Now Just What Im Facing
Its The Devil in me, So I, Switch My Level
Took My Clip Out Of My Metal
And I Started Flipping Through The Scriptures
Just Trying To Get My life better
Cause Ive Been Living Like A Rebel
And I Need To Settle
Been Came A Long Way From The Ghetto
From Slanging Yayo
Lately I've Encounter So Much Strain
I Cant Stand The Rain
And You Can Fell My Pain
And You Can Feel Me Man
And Now That Im Changing, Everybody Been Saying Im Tripping So treat Me Like Im a Stranger,
When I Talk Now Nobody Listens, Im Trying To Tell Em About The Danger
We Living In This System And We So Close To The Ending
Now days Im All About Repentance,
We living in the last days, trying live right,
but Im stuck up in my bad ways, I can't stand the rain, and Im stuck off in this damn
haze.....
I REMEMBER WHEN I WAS YOUNG,I WAS FEARLESS,NOTHING SHOOK ME!I'D TAKE LONG
WALKS AT 2 A.M ON 116ST IN HARLEM.THE AIR WAS MUSTY,THE SKY WAS BLACK,BANGERS
ON THE CORNER SLANGING THEIR CRACK.
THE FREEDOM OF THE CITY IS THAT NO ONE CARES,EVERYONES IN THEIR ZONE POLITICING
IN THEIR IDEAS.
NEW YORK TO THE HEART,WE HAD LOVE FOR ALL,UNTIL THE DAY THE SKY WOULD FALL.
LIVING HELL ABOVE GROUND,ONLY SOUND YOU HEAR IS NONE.
PEOPLE FORCED TO FACE THEIR FATE,SOME JUMPING TO THEIR DEATH,OTHERS TOO LATE!
PEOPLE HATE OUR COUNTRY BECAUSE WE ARE FREE,BUT SNEAK ACROSS THE BOARDER TO
LIVE LIKE YOU AND ME.
PRIDE BECOMES PREJUDICE,IGNORANCE BECOMES SHAME,IN A SPLIT SECOND THE ENEMY
CHANGED THE GAME.
WATER POLLUTED,DESTRUCTION ON GROUND ZERO,EVERY CITIZEN FROM NEAR AND FAR
BECAME A TRUE HERO.
HEARTS TORN OUT,RAGE BURNS INSIDE,HOW DO WE FORGIVE THAT REMAINS TO DECIDE.
OUR AMERICAN FLAG FLIES HIGH.AS OUR ANGELS SORE IN THE SKY,TOGETHER WE ARE
UNITED,NEVER WILL WE FALL!!!!
this is how I am blazing
life goes through fazes
everyone around purple hazing
customers around me grazing
hoping that I am slanging
reality is amazing
so many could be craving
my life ever changing
where I lay my head is my home
internally alone
people all around
constantly calling my phone
buffing my chrome
none of it changes the fact
that nobody is home
or my activities are condoned
god what am i doing
my life is in ruins
money in pocket
but heart still bruisin
life just a crusin
never to stop and take in
the ruins
life is so amusin'
I gotta know why
why we live and die
where my heart lie
before I die
I will constantly try
to fight temptation
and live my life, why?
cause you want me to reach real high.
in your creation
is our relation
so the elevation
is a revelation
that I must bring to creation
I know it will be hard facing
the man and his temptation
but in me you trust,
your greatest creation