A Tribe Called Quest - Jazz (We’ve Got) (by DaClassicz)

#note #CharlesDickens #1859 (Taken with Instagram at TRAP HOUSE)

when the new moon appears,

saying good night never fails.

especially letting go a season named   winter

Purging out loud! the mornings sunrise

Awakening  the past into a new day

spring.

it’s the opening of oyas mouth blowing wind horns

its the sound of laughter   through bamboo window shades

its the Black community and its many hues

its the shape of building, bodies, & bravery

its the shedding of old skin.

its the meditation of noise  

its the b-38

And all instruments of city noise,  our noise

our songs  to share

its the dj’s in cars playing salsa, r&b, and hip hop.

its my soul, my heart, my mind  you’re one

its where the block and the side walk meet

its where understanding and comfort exist  even within dysfunction

its the head nodes and hellos, the hand shakes and hugs.

Opening and growing,  seeking and letting go 

Bedford Stuyvesant   you are   tall and willing

I awoke wanting to touch your skin

and love you well.  I grew wanting to nest in your arms,

wrap my fingers around your body and

mate all morning, all afternoon, all night.

my people

my beautiful black and brown people

my smile   your smile

Spring in Brooklyn. 

sharingpoetry:

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode? 

(submitted by potatonutx)

Photo by: Jamel Shabazz

Nas. 10th album. Life is Good.

startwithaseed:

Gates on Flickr.

Locking us out of the community garden. It’s pretty entrance, though.

defjamblr:

Check out Nas on the cover of Complex Magazine’s new issue!

#monday #morningRain #windowpane (Taken with Instagram at Bedford-Stuyvesant)