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Credits:
Poetry Written & Recorded by: Egypt English
Vocals & vocal production: Egypt English
Produced by: Uchawi Beatz
Mixed by: King Frank
Video shot & edited: Chop County Republic
Music video by D'Jon performing "Power" © 2018 SupremeDJon.com
My fur be faux ’cause I found no need to kill for warmth—we have been graced with the rise of comforts, namely pushbutton heat.
I pay no blood price.
You will not catch me trapping rabbits for fashion, ‘cuz like my diamonds I clean no blood from knives for a good show.
You may spy me in authentic fur—genuine leather maybe,
but know it’s been recycled, thrifted, hand-me-downed or gifted, and to the dear creature who has sacrificed most I offer no price, but many meditations well paid.
You will see me here or there my crown ‘dorned full and gratefully feathered, be kin to know they have long since been pluck from vintage wings, cast down from the plumes of one who still soars the skies or pulled from a shelf of manufactured plumage.
Still, you will not find me cursing the man who captures the doe, or the woman who glistens like pressure crafted stars from a laboring man’s land—no, ‘for every life has a price to pay, every bird a good song—and we all have a measure of heart, no one being’s strummings lesser or grander than the next.
Alhamdulillah
—♥E
They keep us warm, shield us from the extreme temperature changes—but I’m burning on the inside.
here and there, you just gotta toss the faux to the snow leave it for the deer to trample, and when they stampede
at the change of season, upon your return take up your fringe and run with them.
—Dance of the woman with 3 left feet
King Frank releases his second installment to Chop County's "Merci" series, entitled "300".
The single "300" will be available on all streaming platforms including Tidal, iTunes, Spotify, and more...
Within these walls only love lives here.
Yesterday I went knocking on her door. The wombman who answered, I felt Her gaze through the peephole—heard Her mind adjusting the locks. “Uh, I’m looking for the backslider…the broken one…the child with the contrite heart?” From out of the corner of my Eye, I saw many fingers falling from inside the window frame and bent blinds mending themselves…and then, I heard a plethora of well-blended voices spring from behind the gold-framed door—”I think you have the wrong house, she doesn’t reside here anymore.”
—♥E, burying Her dead Continue reading “debt collector…”
Mirrors are fluid and dark. Beneath the liquid reflecting glass is a dark basin. Far below this surface is where I found all that is truly I: you will find all that is truly you—waiting. At the lowest depth of the sea—the place where no sunlight strives to reach there is earth …and there is also life. In this darkness there is no light; and yet, life is created daily, and it thrives for years and years and years with no ceasing—some life far beyond antiquity.
—♥E, breathing underwater Continue reading “Re-Drowning Myself”
Agínese nañqluba otō çuqe māni hantáowa akatiya
nei—yahan
añktākakoa maqgītowe oñqyāyúñ
akatiya como mi yāñti wagitçiwa tabata hohiowa.
—From {Psalms in the Key of Sapponī}—The Ineludible Purging of S. Marie
On the icy green mountain water runs warm
here—no
weaves our valleys
warm like my heart dancing down snowfall.
—From {Psalms in the Key of Sapponī}—The Ineludible Purging of S. Marie
You’ve taught me
the beauty of love and war.
Life, raged within me like battle-torn soldiers
filled with passions, but out of ammo. With no hope left
you are the wind that blew the embers
from that distant utopian land. You’re the spark
which set fire to the enemy’s encampment. The blaze
who burned freedom free.
Signed,
—Your Love
—From {Dance with me like there’s fire between our toes}—Metronome
