Njagala show casing some of my Uganda's brother work and his name is Ekomu Joel Amio

Journey through Sirreal Photography(copy write)

My mind is the only thing
that cannot be copyrighted
my heart a beating star
pulsating black ink out
my mouth
sounds like a halo with
legs and feet
that hits you in the places
you have tucked away from
sight
and i have been here
like a crying volcano
a screaming ajax bottle
a talking keyboard
stuck in the ears of a deaf
man i hear silence in the noise
you can call me the architect
that builds houses inside you
with walls of love and feeling
waiting for the moment
when i release so much of
this crazy gypsy in my chest
that i implode into zeros
into beyond nothing
and everything all at the same
time
into speakers laced with
DNA vibrations of the second kind
i am not of this world
and of this now
and not the past you cannot run
from
i have been too hard for too long
to make sticks and stones
impede the flap of my wings
and the sun has been chasing me
through my dreams so i write
a poem for every grain of sand for
the blackest nights up under my feet
i walk like heaven was in the
eyes of the people i meet
as if love was in the actions
and not the word
as if faith was not in the believing
but the leap
out of fear
a living res-erection
i write evolution and pray three
times a day because this
story can end at least different
ways
and my grandma raised me to stay
ready
said make sure when they come
that you give them the sun and the moon
the stars and the planets
the black holes and fall of leaves
she said nah
make sure you give them the warrior
in your knuckles
the razors of your voice
call on your ancestors and make
sure they see your face everytime
they close there eyes
i said grandma this world is hard sometimes
and this flesh aint going to stop
there bullets i am scared of the words
i speak sometimes grandma because
i know from experience how the truth
hurts and i can't explain why i dont
walk away from this grandma i have
and would still
give up a love of a woman before i
give up this what is wrong with me
i understand that we all want to
be free want to be held in the places
where it hurts want to get this anger
from birth up of our chests
want to go home to someone who understands
the rest want to feel like these
words make sense want to give
everything without the boundaries
we put on ourself's would like to cry
without feeling week would like to
stop trying to get there and just
get there
she said you are human so you go
through what humans go through
and it made sense
said i know its crazy and you out
there in the world with nothing
but the chips on your shoulders
the feeling of bricks to your back
and a shotgun in your face like
the cracks in the sidewalks shout
expletives at you all day
but you make sure you
let them understand this here
that you may not always be right
but your never wrong
so i stay on my job
and write for the life of my life
because there is a process
to this purpose
and my mind sings like lullaby's through
time so i understand the
equation of sound
decibel times metaphor
divided by voice
and the shape of your body
gives of an algorithm a frequency
that only you posses
so this stage is but my tool
for the gift i was given
at birth they told me i would speak
to heaven
and i see you as such
so forgive me if
no ego enters this poem
or if is not slam worthy
but i have slammed right here
before you ever see me
gone through hot coals
and bear feet
through windows and scars
through a wife and a divorce
through friends who aint really your
friends bullet wound and nightmares
till this day so i have mastered
insomnia and turned it into inspiration
to keep writing alchemist to the core
trust i when i tell you
I have no enemy
but dont let the raccoons rummage
through your garbage
i still have fear
but i face mine everyday right
here i have been writing for as long
as i have been thinking
i dare you to copy
write that.

Journey through Sirreal Photography (metaphor)

Her look
could have
killed the world
flipped atlas
on his axis
orbited a suffocated
bench press
on a ants back
chained to a forgotten
tomorrow rapped
in a reality
two centimeters removed
from right now
rising like the goose bumps
you get when truth
reveals itself in words
the synonym for metaphor
has got to be woman
in a blue sky
a black fire
shows off
as if the stars could not
flash light out existence
eyes spoke of almonds
half cracked
just so you catch just
a glimpse of heaven
of yourself
growing inside her rib
prototype
i now know
when i stared at her
that i am a hybrid
all we are as men
is confused women until
we learn were it is we
come from
until we meet a
harbinger with sunset eyes
and a star placed
per curiously on her nose
until we fall in love
with the lover we do not
understand
only then
will her look
make sense
and her scent
bearable in the air
the rustle of the leaves
she be a unexplainable
simple
that finds us in our dreams
when we are alone
with thoughts
i feel sometimes she is
watching me staring
at my chest thinking she
wishes she could take
her ribs back
if she knew then what she
knows now
how the slave of us
would be so prominent
in the mistreatment of her kind
her body and mind
soul and love even still
her hips grow wide enough
to forgive
and eyes tell me something
sacred in a flash
a chance meeting
meeting chance past
believing i found
the perfume of her
one night in a bed
of roses
just because
she said she wanted lay on
pedals before her ghost flee's
in a room of candles
for random's sake
just to see how her skin maroon's
with the light
oil and giggles necessary
in fingertips
i met myself and her
laced with the meaning of breath
one night under a blue moon
over looking a red sky
with purple hearts dancing in the
flicker of the shadows fire on
the floor
i stand here today
just to tell you that
the synonym for metaphor
is woman
don't be fooled by the
spelling or the
spells casting
metaphor is woman
and woman is a unexplainable
simple but they have
always told you
god is in the simple things

Journey through sirreal photography (Absolution)

I sit heavy because there is

an anvil chained to a twilight sky

in my stomach

a screaming dog barking the secret of

life and a gypsy using the earth like a

marble in my voice

trying to understand the shaman

sun bathing on my tongue

a gun shooting a bullet in the shape of

a woman giving birth to an army

of unicorns in my fingers

a mermaid arguing in my pen

but I remember when she used to

hold me in the thick of us our inhale

might as well have been laced with dragons breath

until she

told me she needed to get away from my gravity

after I orbited around another sun

said sometimes I feel like a black dot

on a white canvas

empty and full

all at the same time

and I asked the morning after

do you still love me

told me maybe in another life said

the pain was so deep she would

have to unzip her bones

in order to love me again

and I am here a carefully carried

heartbreak

wishing for a severed moment

when my insides touched hers

and you felt it in the middle of the night

I will speak of how I lost you

To the weight of my man and my flesh

My desires urgent back then

But now I find myself thinking of you

Unwilling to love another

The way I loved you

The way you were always meant to be

I cannot move on and these dreams

In seventh hour of the day keep showing

An image of me setting my heart on fire

And breaking my ribs to spell your name

Your name

The only one I could never forget

On table there is a ring

And my life

Journey through Sirreal Photography (no more martyrs)

I stand as if the world needs to go around me
voodoo personified indigo sauce
and tornado laughing in the bricks to my back
i stand for the peace
of war
of abused woman
she told me not to come here said they may
shoot a black man
trigger happy mo fo's they be
she said
but i never figured any of that feared
any of that
i knew my purpose
they called me giant in my youth
so i stand like i was face to face with the clouds
never paid attention to the chicken scratch
of the haters and the people that have
nothing better to do than gossip
about how he aint shit
and we aint shit as a people
as a people i represent the best of we
warrior blooded for battle
lover passion raised to my woman
my queen knows who i be
my kids know who i be
its a shame i couldn't make her understand
why i had to come to this place
make her understand why i had to stand
waiting for them to come
i knew they were too scared to kill me
the truth will scream people into submission
and my daddy told me always speak
the truth even if you are staring death
swinging your halo it stole at your birth
you tell the truth
and let them sort the pieces after
so i am here
because of my father
because of my mother
because of my kids
no
i am here because there wont be anymore
martyrs
they have learned that the truth does not
die with the flesh
so what is the use of putting a bullet through
my brain
of them even thinking about my breath
there will be no more martyrs
kissed my children told them
i loved them just in case
humans or fickle creatures even
with my faith
that i would be home for dinner
and kissing my wife
humans tend to surprise
you
honestly i was waiting for it
waiting for the bang
but none came
silence
i stood there in all my glory
you should have seen it
no bang i tell you
I almost laughed
still tapping the prayer beads
in my pocket
damn
I thought i was going to die today
even still i was home before dark
walked like a hero
picked my wife up in the air
and told
her
there will be no more martyrs

Leon Photo Werks feature on Journey through Sirreal Photography (Old Magick)

hello I am the woman
of your dreams of your miracles
sitting on the seventh cloud
of your mind
touching lighting bolts
so my hair is nappy and beautiful
striking my name across
this skin
look how i shine
how i make the sun shy
vertical my structure i see nothing
but the blue berries of this world
you have tried to put
a snake in my walk
tried to kill me and my bloodline
but you didn't know my name
didn't know how i overcome
struggle eat defeat
and belch impossibility in my sleep
your still trying to figure out
how to tame me
i am a zebra
and you don't deserve to see my strips
i am woman
beautiful as an imploding zero
forward thinking in the moment
of a tease of a sparkling sunset
yawning across the mid day sky
with a gun behind my eyes
and arms that hold you as if a million
butterflies decided to love you
with there wings
the caterpillar of my speech
reaches you in the places
that you have tucked in the folds
of you
and i want to fold you
like a orgasm suffocated at the
point of climax
just to dance in your release
i am woman
here me in midnight prayer
in the footsteps behind you
i am every woman you have ever loved
will love and hold like they
were the only
i am the world
and the peace
my skin is karma
what goes around comes
back to me
and i am staring
at your startling sting
starting this fire
i sing
to oshun
i am the woman of your dreams
of your miracles
your never ever ever's
and your resolutions
and Epiphanies
tucked in the center of my human
call me
love the oldest magick

Journey though Sirreal Photography (Gypsy woman on Chill)

She is found in everything
in Lilacs blooming at night
in the curve of ribs still fresh from life
sequenced to stars on a paribas twists from life
interlocking locks that lock time
she is found in everything
wind gardens on Uranus the foam
in your coffee just waiting to be sipped
sip, slowly, seeping synergetic molecules
molecular mesmerizing massages metaphysic
menstruation
in a teaspoon of Buckley's
she is swallowed with burns
burning barricading bonfires
My truth is found with in her borders
she gave me orders in twilight dreams
smeared my music across an operating table
they were searching for my poetry gene
hidden in gnomes I have not yet found
She gave me an adamantuam tongue so
i could lick her diamond
She is gypsy woman on chill
Chilled centuries in the past tense for
future discovery
I can only see her in wind storms
touching groves i did not know existed
on my own body
so yes
yes i do believe in mystics
My sticks all lead to her
she is found in everything
white lint on blue cotton sweaters
if only i could let my colors run
we would create rainbows in flesh
fleshy bodies make like fish upstream
in bed sheets flesh is only the container
but no flesh can hold her
not in new days
with new ways
with two pairs of thighs
i see four eyes when i sleep walk in dreams
reamed around this consciousness i rose to her occasion
occasionally showing her crystals
and watched her cry like satellites in snow caves
her cave is wondrous
wondering won on the life essence
of past lives lived loving
levitate my being into your structure
She is collidiscope with orgasm colors
cumming came back to Ghana when she touched me
Said her name was Nairobi and i have been
waiting smoking gypsy symbols in blown glass
goggled her gire on gamma gestures
gateways of granite grandeur
she is found in everythingg
in the back ground smell of pine pineapple
pina coladas punany purrs
paper penetration piercing possible precaution
passed in points pointing
paint me in your thoughts done in thoughts
before thoughts
taste me on the inside give me your nirvigin
i am king only for her
her hollow howls heaven
heal hemoglobin
bin talking to electricity
city center sent commerce commingle
cum
come here
right here
did i tell you that i was Jamaican
jam Jupiter jemba warrior
she is found in everything
kissing cells that pass through third eyes
and i
know exactly how to love her
she is the master tapestry we paint
in our minds
that one thing that we think will change
our lives the marks on your body after good sex
that still after a day
if you twist your waste
or forearms spreading thighs
you can still feel its pleasurable sting
she is found in everything
everything
she is working that mystic magic on the soul
she is my music
my muse
call it whatever
straight up plagiarism
she hands me my poems with a new promise
to love me for each one
used unconditionally unequivocally unashamedly
my heart strings to catch her
now every time i breath she hears my beating
all i want to do is to be broken
down into nano bytes
so i can measure her features down to each
and every nanometer of hair on her body
i oddly want her to appear before me physically
but then
then she wouldn't be found in everything
and i
though Jamaican and Shango and free
I so love when i find her in everything
She is my music
Gypsy woman on chill