rare bird rare bird come as you are
don’t you pay us no mind
rare bird, rare bird land where you will
but don’t you pay us no mind
rare bird, so rare you make us believe
we become fearful and we make you bleed
rare bird, rare bird
fly as you might
and don’t you pay us no mind

rare bird, oh rare bird sing all your songs
and don’t you pay us no mind
rare bird, sweet rare bird you’re where you belong
so don’t you pay us no mind
rare bird, it’s you born to the sky
you turn us toward hope, we turn and hide so
rare bird, rare bird
fly as you might
and don’t you pay us no mind

rare bird, rare bird i wish i were you
but don’t you pay me no mind
rare bird, oh rare bird
i’m icarus too but don’t you pay me no mind
rare bird, my sweet i soar and i burn
i hunt, i scavenge, hunger and yearn
rare bird, oh rare bird
fly as you might
and don’t you pay me no mind

rare bird, rare bird alone in the sun
don’t you pay us no mind
rare bird, rare bird belong to but one
and don’t you pay us no mind
rare bird don’t tell us you’re lonely up there
that your wings become weary we’ve our own cross to bear
rare bird, rare bird
fly as you might
and don’t you pay us no mind

chorus
Pretty ebony, take me where I want to be.

I am sitting with the ivory
Hoping sound will soothe all my rough places plain.
Will I wait for the tsunami?
Does it take disaster to show me my way?

I am looking at the starlight.
Or am I really gazing at the space between?
All the emptiness that binds us
Hidden in a tiny strand of everything.

chorus


poor, black and ugly
pure black gold
pour black money
pure black soul.

put your faith
in faith filled things
muddy waters
bees in spring

put your faith
in faith filled things
red rich soil
trees that sing

put your faith
in faith filled things
muddy waters
bees in spring

put your faith
in faith filled things
red rich soil
blood that sings
the sanguine song

these may be the days
when the poets don’t believe
these may be the days
when the rivers bleed
but be assured by the mighty
blade of grass beneath the sand
this is her land
this is her land.

poor, black and ugly
pure black gold
pour black money
pure black soul.

put your faith
in faith filled things
muddy waters
bees in spring

put your faith
in faith filled things
red rich soil
trees that sing

put your faith
in faith filled things
muddy waters
bees in spring

put your faith
in faith filled things
muddy waters
blood that sings
the sanguine song


you’ve gotta story to tell,
why don’t you tell it?
it could have wings,
you’d only have to speak it to see
the world is waiting to turn, you’re in it
but you just can’t help
but make it all about you

do you think you know what you want
but cannot have it?
know who you are,
but don’t really like what you see?
well you can take what you need or leave it
if you can’t make up your mind just
shut up and sing
chorus

everyone’s got a reason
to fear the future;
afraid to die,
we go out of our way not to live
now you could get a good
handle on tomorrow
but sometimes life just
writes the song without you

you tell them
you’d rather not be in the picture
you come to the show,
but don’t ever stay very long
you want the whole world
to think you’re special,
but when you’re lost
in your own lies just
shut up and sing
chorus

bridge
he’s got the whole world in his hands
she’s got the whole world in her hands
i’ve got the whole world in my hands
we’ve got the whole world in our hands
la la la la la la la…..

what would you say
if your life depended on it?
what would you do
if everything was all up to you?
you could take all of your time
talking about it
or just make up your mind and
shut up and sing
chorus

la la la la la la la….


there’s a quiet space inside you that is tender
and its solitude will sink you like a stone
everybody likes to tell you it gets better
’cause they all have tender spaces of their own

and they’d rather do anything but remember
when they knew that space was eating them alive
so they sometimes have to empty out their corners
but that somehow leaves you no place left to hide

so you think maybe with your life
you can buy back your illusions
maybe in your time
you will turn towards what’s to come
and maybe in a dream
you will stumble upon something

that is more than what it seems
more than what it seems

so sleep baby, sweet baby
sleep baby, slumber

i once heard a song that rocked me like a cradle
but its whispers make me shiver in my bones
they remind me of a place i’ll never get to
to a time before i knew i had no home

and i never thought the day would finally find me
when i’d lay before my feet my soldier’s shield
when i’d say before the buzzards all around me
take my flesh, for i have nothing left to wield

so you think maybe with my life
i could buy back my illusions
and maybe in my time
i could turn towards what’s to come
and maybe in a dream
we would stumble upon something
that is more than what it seems
more than what it seems

so sleep baby, sweet baby
sleep baby, slumber


Hypothesis by Kemi Bennings
Kemi Bennings is a poet/griot, actress, healer and vegan/vegetarian chef based in Atlanta, GA. Her life's work is "inspiring a generation of artistic change..." Learn more at www.soulsistasjukejoint.com or myspace.com/kemibennings

this moment’s thought:

You = U
U = Universe
“uni” + “verse” = One Journey
One Journey – U = OM

This is a song for the end of days.
Rest your weary head.
Take a long look, steady your gaze,
Remember how you bled.
Take a good breath and let it go
Deep into the darkness.
Never regret what you didn’t know.
This is a time for yes.

chorus
You will stand again
And yes you will dance again
Even here at the end of days.

This is a song for the end of days
There no use in denying
All the wrong turns that set your life ablaze
Give no excuse for crying.
Take a good breath and let it all go
Deep into a sweet caress.
Never regret what you couldn’t know.
Just this once say yes.

chorus
You will shine again
And yes you will smile again
Even here at the end of days.

Yes you will dance again
And yes you will laugh again
And yes you will live again
Even here at the end of days.


Yesterday Kenito asked for specifics that support my position on the “responsible citizen” remaining critical of his own propensity for criticism, and I woke up thinking about when I first got exposed to the value of digging deeper and not just pointing the finger.

I went to a New England boarding school for high school where we had students from all over the world. The school tried to be as socially progressive and responsible as it could, and fairly extensive sensitivity training was built in to our orientation upon arrival. The school’s motto was “Non Sibi,” not for one’s self, and they made an effort to drive that point home through almost every aspect of the curriculum. As a result, we were some fairly socially conscious teenagers.

I was in high school in the years right before the fall of apartheid, and en masse, we naive little progressive intellectuals were simply outraged that a socio-economic system like apartheid could still exist. We wanted to blame someone and we wanted to make a difference, so we started accusing our school administrators of being hypocrites for not having divested in South Africa. We had a list of 30-40 products being imported from South Africa, and we wanted to know exactly where were our granny smith apples coming from! (To this day I get a little sick to my stomach when I see diamonds, even though they’re my birthstone.)

So we urged our school to divest and we urged our families to divest. When we went home, we took our lists to the grocery stores with our parents and were quite effective product police. When we got back to school, we were incensed enough to hold a demonstration on the steps of our library. We’re talking kids from every socio-economic background. Everybody seemed to care, and we thought the only way to make a difference was to keep pointing fingers until someone felt compelled to own up to their hypocrisy.

Then one day, one of the South African exchange students asked me why we were making such a big deal about divesting. Did we not understand that world-wide divesting was squeezing their economy dry and the poor were bearing the brunt of the burden? Our hearts were in the right place, but perhaps our tactics were misguided.

That was 1990, the year Nelson Mandela was released from prison, and apartheid finally ended as the functioning socio-economic structure in South Africa in 1993. The struggle to end apartheid was by no means simple, nor was the effort to begin the work of rebuilding the nation. And even though the evil nature of apartheid was an obvious no brainer, (I swear I had dreams that Pieter Botha was the devil himself), that obvious reality didn’t make ending it or rebuilding in the context of a new paradigm any simpler.

One of the first things done under Mandela’s presidency was the assembly of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission – TRUTH *and* RECONCILIATION – both were required and all sides were held accountable for their actions, but not without the option of amnesty if requested. I remember thinking this was the most revolutionary act I’d ever witnessed, an oppressed body expressing the difference between “blame” and “accountability,” meeting pain, despair and injustice with humanity – WHAT?!! Moreover, the TRC ended up being the first of nineteen public hearings for Truth and Reconciliation held internationally. I think it quite possible that apartheid would not have ended when it did, nor would this important work have occurred, if Nelson Mandela had come out of prison spitting hate and pointing fingers.

According to Hunter S. Thompson, “at the top of the mountain, we are all snow leopards.” Human beings have so much more power than we sometimes realize. No matter what our intentions, we all have the ability to feed the flames of our crazy world or to help something else emerge. Even when we, the responsible citizens who still give a damn think we know what is “right,” we can’t always know the right thing to do. I’m not saying we shouldn’t act, just that we should continue to do our best, but remain curious about the results of our actions, and do what we can to try to grow into more effective forces for productive change.