Leps House 
Tuesday, May 1, 2011
Poetic Prince Brother Gil Scott Heron
Found language in the microphone last night
belonging to you brother
aspire to libretto brow 
profess patois
my intro to Gil "In The Bottle"
meant more than just being in the wine bottle 
it meant that in 1974 everybody was breaking out 
like Gil . . . breaking out Billie, Nina, Coltrane, Hughes, Huey, X
he was not just  "Pieces of a Man"
he was a man 
he was our brother man 
let's beat the congas and play the saxophone in the street 
for our brother man 
stumbling across dominance
spotlight a shone 
upon your throne
East Village our home
to Baldwin's rainy days
a crowded Synagogue occupied 
gathering Haven, Ginsberg and Ferlinghetti
mirrored Bohemian men threaded skin
the dead end 
near Christopher Streets lonely bar
I too stumbling down doomed alleys
burden consciousness; seeking answers
toting burnt glass pipes
chiming baggy interior of a suit jacket 
chasing you brother 
chasing you brother 
chasing you Gil into a new nightmare
alone and scared
no place left to hide pain
crack rat poisoning eating your membrane 
you continue to protest 
through the thruway of a boiled soul
spewing out necessary testimonies 
I hear you
I hear you . . . our Poetic Prince lost
like us all 
knowing you in stages
knowing you in stages 
like black ink on white pages 
your undeniable truth 
shattering apprentice minds
we continue to protest 
we protest with you 
protest for you 
protest before and now
through our microphones 
we all speak . . . spoken utterances
Troupe, Last Poets, Baraka, Corso and Sanchez . . . 
we all speak for you brother
we all walk with you brother 
we speak
we speak
we speak . . . for you brother 
© 2011 Lepadah
Poetic Prince Brother Gil Scot...
NEW COMMENT!
 Wow breath taking poem here. Enjoyed the strength displayed here. I wish I could really sum up what I thought and felt while reading this poem in a single word, but that word does not exist. Very very mature and profound piece, and instant fav, I look forward to reading more of your works Bravo Poet 
-Kenz 
love peace and poetry
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