The School Bell Rings: El Poet and Samo

How are you doing people? Its been long since I posted something huh? Well, The School Bell Rings is finally here. I hope it is worth the wait for everyone. This is a collaboration I did with my mentor, Samo & TheAlmighty based on Ambition that we all have. Riveting and purposeful posted just before Slam Africa this Friday, below is the Poster then after the piece. Enjoy these two worlds. 

(Verse 1- Samo And The Almighty)

...the school bell rings

St. Peter standing at the Pearly gates

I’ve made it just in time for the opening sequence of my life

I snuck into God’s pocket

Went to sleep in a dark knight, dreamt up inception, now the dark knight rises…

life is but a dream to me

cue the Black lights-..

I heard every teardrop is a waterfall

but this tear drop starts with a Massive Attack

that means I’m playing House, Gregory House

be a Wilson and get me my morphine drip

I'm at the Amen corner; they call it destiny’s door

my vision- a staircase to a hug with no hands

my eye- on the highway, I’ll be playing chicken soon

the poetry-my passion, the pen-my pain

my words -a dance floor, I touch souls

so enlightened, I’m glowing in the dark

took a roll in the Hay, I’m sharing thoughts with Yusef Komunyakaa

No circus in the sky, I danced with Ben Okri

find me in poetic nirvana, lost in Sade

she pulled the stars and lay them at my feet

My pyramids facing the sun, she readied me to be Pharaoh

a Soldier of Love, she kissed me with the curse of Sisyphus

Now I carry the World on my shoulders,  padded shoulders, 

So  enVogue, you could call me Mrs. Doubtfire

with a needle I thread Benjamin's button

with a needle I broke Benjamin

Like Benjamin  Little I broke my fingers, lost my hands

grew sleeves, rolled them up

now I’m pushing HEAVEN, God calls me Ambition

feel me bubbling bubbling bubbling

and yet I slowed down, just to smell the ‘lotus flowers’,

I’m walking through my garden of memories

I’m with the love of my life; she’s a ‘Radiohead’

And yes I have a business card, my name’s Charles the First

Her name’s Qalbi, her occupation- my heart

Her love my scripture, Quran meet Bible

We met in a 'Paper flying moment', love in 'M.I.A.'

she played saxophone

That David's secret chord, I played Goliath

Now she has me on tip-toe- the irony is she's the Black Swan

Our shadows crossed, I ‘hope’ to die

die Drunk, like Daniel in the lion’s cage

In a blaze of fire like Joan of Arc

or stoned to death, Amy Winehouse

Hallelujah

Can you see the Blue sky? 

"Common Sense" dictates the Lord is coming through

So my nightstand is a painting of open Bibles,

broken Buddha heads,  Blown out candle lanterns, 

and my ghost of lovers past slithering Lord Voldermorts in my ear

saying, "Beauty sleep is such a beast"

so I go to bed  Martin Luther King

-with bullet holes in my dream

and yet all I want is to find that Devil they call Faith

to find freedom, anyone have Dobby's sock?

to be the ringleader of my own circle, anyone know Google plus?

or just set this freaking World on fire

give me one prayer, I need to speak to one God

But Nas, God is a concept by which we measure pain

John Lennon.

So before Basquiat says 'Samo Is Dead'

How will they remember me? 

For 33, Coitus Interruptus or Dictator?

when my Russell Crowes Maximus:

The mob  screaming

“Spaniard, Spaniard, Spaniard”

and Poseidon s winning the fight,

dragging me off this Earth in the arms of the ocean

I swear to you it will be on both feet

Never knees in the dirt

Mr. Samo and The Almighty

Tell them

I’m Pocahontas, I’m Aladdin, I’m Peter Pan

I’m the beauty and I’m the beast

I’m Popeye,I’m super mario, i’m liu kang

I’m shoshana in French riviera, with a cigarette and a novel

I’m in the back of Havana playing Hova

I’m Che Guevara spit, I’m esco and i’m sosa

I’m Michelangelo, stark naked in his undies

I'm the Princess of China in an elephant costume

dreaming about para-para-paradise

I’m Mr. Feel Good Inc. 

Yes I’m going Gorillaz

AND NO ONE KNOWS WHAT THAT MEANS!

But tonight, I’m Charles The First 

A Basquiat

El Poet, remember- 'Most young Kings get their head cut off'

I'm done with this

It’s your turn to rule

Goodnight Qalbi

....The school bell rings...

(Verse 2- El Poet)

Heaven cannot brook two suns, nor earth two masters.

The school bell rings,

New assignment, due next week; Rule the World,

I rise above tears of the fallen slaves,

Waves, cycling to the calling caves,

Graves, hollow and scary, saves,

My throne,

Ruler of verity,

Bringer of serenity,

I am your king, CROWN ME.

They paint pictures with a thousand words,

But I give you a thousand words,

Get the picture????

I preach to you with a thousand verses,

Get the scriptures???

Dark clouds gather, Gotham sleeps, Metropolis trembles,

My empire state of mind rules, New York City assembles,

I write to calm fear but my words strike hate,

Taking me through curves and loops like the number 8,

So when Adele set fire to the rain and became so tense,

I stabbed the leprechaun, stole the gold and burnt down the rainbow to clear the evidence.

They call it ego, but I thrive in a dirty love triangle,

Me myself and I,

My heart is jail broken,

Steve Jobs, Rest in Peace,

It broke out of its prison; I call my rib cage,

Tore my lungs out to express its artistry,

Harry Houdini…

So when I die, only burry me six feet under,

Before you tell them I was down to earth,

Tell them I was a righteous man,

Tell them to praise my memories,

Remind them how this soul was hot, how it set fire on stage,

Tell them my existence was a possibility waiting to be birthed into the revolution,

My soul was Che Guevara and the bullet that tore off Malcom’s skin,

And if Spoken Word is the machine, I am the young king lost in controversy with a GPS device searching for redemption.

I am blood I am fear, I am the motivation behind Rosa Park’s vision,

I am the true essence of poverty,

Rich in the mind hopeless in the streets.

Born in the Nile, Raised by the Euphrates, commanded the seven seas, poisoned by Aristotle,

Passed, reincarnated in the future, transgressed to immortality, moulded to perfection, drenched with brutality.

They call me king of kings,

Ruler of all realms,

Conquered the son of Ned Stark, I am Ironman from the iron clad clan, call me Tony Stark.

A victor in this game of Thrones.

I am a master of the world, slave to destiny

REMIND THEM, Tell them…..

Tell them,

How I was a merciless leviathan

Attempting to row the mighty seas and internal thunder pleas,

I dream to conjure up these, so that my ambition breaks the violent thunder breeze,

I bow, Kanye, Power Clap,

I freeze, Snow White, Power Nap,

I pant, Forest Gump, Power Lap,

This poem is an epigram,

A villanelle,

And I the ruler,

So I soothe my subjects to make love to my predicates,

Hence my words wet,

Satisfaction, as I soothe her hyacinth hair, kiss her luring lips,

Softly caressing her tender hips, trips on it, grips on it,

Let her show later scars,

From my similes and metaphors,

I close my eyes, to reason in braille and I am a millennium flick, a blockbuster,

My soul exists in a world beyond our world,

What we fantasize it does,

It is a driven unflinching, calculating machine that takes what it wants and disappears,

It is Swordfish and I am a poet disguised as its frozen sweat.

I was then matched by an empress from the lands of the Halloween’s past,

Past the coliseum doors fast, cast upon Nicki Giovanni’s bust, busted!

But naked singing, I WILL SURVIVE

And as promised, she came with poise, beauty, power and royalty, for girls,

NEVER TRAVEL ALONE

NOW WATCH THE THRONE!

This piece is my Alchemy and she is my panacea…

Let us heal and Leave This World Behind.

You see spirits collide in the smoke that I breathe,

Molecules ignite in the thoughts that I freeze,

Burning up the bellies of the forgotten cities,

I am the “tupate uhuru” chants in the early sixties,

When people existed in the agony of the decomposed rocks,

When spirits hung free on the mau mau composed locks,

Now I rule over kids with Peter Pan dreams wearing skinny jeans to hinder their growth.

This is what the storm holds beneath its wings,

And if it is not over until the fat lady sings,

I’ll wait to hear what this beautiful melody has to bring,

To spin, into me so that I write in the darkest of nights, show my might in the mightiest of fights, let summer fall in this spring, and bounce to wipe the skies with salt and paper so that my seasoning will make life taste a little better,

But for now, remember I’m just a young king,

Who marked a smile with a razor on a joker’s face,

And asked him why so serious????

I am the hero to my story and the villain to my end,

This is my comic strip…

And like the hard footprints embedded on the soft crust of the legends that passed before me,

I will live to leave trail behind for those after me,

My reign will not end but last the eternity, for;

I am powerful, I am a warrior unleashed, I am Darius, I am Alexender,I am Augustus FitzRoy, 3rd Duke of Grafton, I am a freedom fighter, I am a young King,

And I will rule my world until I am held to my throat bread bleeding by the blade of my Queen,

And if asked who I was, I will not whisper, nor mumble nonchalantly but I will tell them I was, HUMAN…

And even if they cut my arms and palms away, the world will still remember that I came in HANDY

The School Bell Rings