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Thursday, March 29, 2012

Lepadah in the mood to be mellow

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Man I'm Talking to You

Player playing
isolate mind eye
fluid body politics
conflict columns compass

upon altar
strange crooked beings
acquire quakes akin to mine
one needed a beloved
less wane jewels to freaks

man . . .
you were once the perfect whim
tender enormous rhythms, polemics & birdie Haiku
happy with the Motown sound
set in old wax; newly found

soft-pedaling down memory lane
"Ooh-oo child" up the 5 Stairsteps
ascend empyrean
Ooo-oo . . . soulful real

frequent obscurity
awaiting lavender morning's
I resent a box kisser
did you not understand
man . . . a request for an unwrinkled smooch

�� 2012 Lepadah

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something had me reading this poem over and over again.......up to now i can't seem to place my finger on it..........it is just appealing to me. if have to quote it will be the whole piece.....so i will just say i loved it....

always
willy

Hello Willy,

Truly humble by your comment/read.

Thanks peace Lepadah

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you went old school on us. i am starting to become a fan.
"Ooo-oo child, things are going to get easier"
great use of the classic music.

Eddie
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THE PAST IS JUST A LESSON, THE FUTURE IS NOT YET WRITTEN. I LIVE IN THE NOW!

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Hello Eddie,

lol . . . likewise sir. Happy you enjoyed this one.

Peace 1 Lepadah

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Tuesday, March 27, 2012

D-Train - You're The One For Me (12" Dub Mix)

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Monday, March 26, 2012

Lep @ Neo Poet

A poem for Obatala-Obalajii-Kimathe-Jetta

blowing strong winds
a Jersey City King of Kings
everything . . . to cast his spell
yo! papa Obatala touching tentacles
chance upon this poet on an open forum
inside Harlem Botanical shops
beating for her lost voodoo box
enshroud earth, Virgo oils and pearls
adorn the day happen on
present Oshun crystal mojo, Vodka, chicken wings and Russian suicide writers

�� 2011 Lepadah

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the power of white magic has lived in our people for so long, there are times that we forget that there is another magic that is dark. you have taken me home to the nights by a barn fire on the island, on the hill of alto sano. music whaling people dancing and island rituals being performed, for love, revenge, peace, and good weather for the farmer. I have not thought of this in a long time or the guarding that is protecting me. as you know I can not mention. I stopped believing a long time ago. Even in God, but it was an educated choice.

Eddie

THE PAST IS JUST A LESSON, THE FUTURE IS NOT YET WRITTEN. I LIVE IN THE NOW!

I know all is true. Thanks for the read.

Peace Lepadah

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enjoying to read
fathoms of seeing
the visionland
wonder

Thank You

Glad you enjoyed this poem.

Peace 1 Lepadah

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This is awfully hard to understand. I'm having a bit of difficulty placing it in my mind. Probably most of the words are foreign to me. A little background will help.

Also, check this line
"inside a Harlem Botanical shops"

I think the article "a" should be removed. :)

"The poem must be pertinent, the poet, purposeful"
wsg

Certainly I agree with your suggestion. Thanks for comment/read.

Peace Lepadah

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Mellow to the bone

Reaching for a higher purpose.

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Sunday, March 25, 2012

Without a word

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Son hoods up for Trayvon Martin 17

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Why?

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Peace

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How I'm living. Trying to keep the God in my soul.  Refuse to postulate on my time and peace.  Saying a prayer for Peace. Loving the skin I'm in immersed with lavender, frankincense and myrrh. Blowing amber in a space of quiet reflection and bidding all a bless night and revelatory morning.  Lepadah

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michael buble & nelly furtado quando quando quando live at late night german tv mar 20055

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Friday, March 23, 2012

LOUIS REYES RIVERA TRIBUTE

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One Fulani Woman

This message is from Poetry. It was forwarded to you by lepadahxxx.

You can view it in the context of the entire discussion by going to:
http://forums.about.com/n/pfx/forum.aspx?webtag=ab-poetry&nav=messages&msg=58520.1


======== lepadahxxx says to you ========

One Fulani Woman by Lepadah The treasure of Antee'

======================= Forwarded Message =======================

One Fulani
Woman stands
with only her tongue
with strange hands
and a choked heart full of palm poems
gathering shamans
scurrying a foot
to witness one Fulani woman
her backless dress
a long neck, chick pea chest
peeping two points thru engaged fabric
agile flow below extended lure
a chasm between
bayonet sapphire's like dangling participle
the rhapsodist a slight before the I
offering a review of her hieroglyphics
warming air around the warrior insitu
elegant tucks of his Hia Qing
a careful tendering of earth blossom
he arched an eternity discovering
one Fulani woman

© 2012 Lepadah

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Lep ready for work

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Tuesday, March 20, 2012

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Saturday, March 17, 2012

Eddie Palmieri live

Oh so dope

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Eddie Palmieri live@ Blue Note

Eddie Palmieri live @ Blue Note.m4a Listen on Posterous

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At the Blue Note live super dope Eddie Palmieri


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Lep at Blue Note

Brother working out the timbales.

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Blue Note Lep's night out

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The Man Eddie Palmieri Blue Note

Super dope night

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Lep @ Blue Note Eddiie Palmieri

Last night piece de resistance found me perched literally at the foot of Eddie Palmieri @ the Blue Note celebrating his 75th born day. Absolutely AMAZING a brilliant performance. Thank you Bravo. 


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Friday, March 16, 2012

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Zion by L.H. dedicated to my son Khalil Happy Born Day 3/18


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My sunshine

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Lepadah in Artsy LIC @ work everyone loves the sunshine.

Lepadah @ work lunch break enjoying some spicy lentil soup from LA Gourmet, hot tea with lemon and waiting to dive into the most delectable piece of red velvet cake. Enjoying the view of freshly cut bright yellow daffodil's on my desk swinging back in a full tilt listening to . . . Stevie Wonder  " Living for the City."  I just had to post the lyrics what a genius mind.  Peace Universe Lepadah working hard for the money.


"Living For The City" by Stevie Wonder

A boy is born in hard time Mississippi Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty His parents give him love and affection To keep him strong moving in the right direction Living just enough, just enough for the city...ee ha! His father works some days for fourteen hours And you can bet he barely makes a dollar His mother goes to scrub the floor for many And you'd best believe she hardly gets a penny Living just enough, just enough for the city...yeah His sister's black but she is sho 'nuff pretty Her skirt is short but Lord her legs are sturdy To walk to school she's got to get up early Her clothes are old but never are they dirty Living just enough, just enough for the city...um hum Her brother's smart he's got more sense than many His patience's long but soon he won't have any To find a job is like a haystack needle Cause where he lives they don't use colored people Living just enough, just enough for the city... Living just enough... For the city...ooh,ooh [repeat several times]

His hair is long, his feet are hard and gritty He spends his love walking the streets of New York City He's almost dead from breathing on air pollution He tried to vote but to him there's no solution Living just enough, just enough for the city...yeah, yeah, yeah! I hope you hear inside my voice of sorrow And that it motivates you to make a better tomorrow This place is cruel no where could be much colder If we don't change the world will soon be over Living just enough, just enough for the city!!!!

Saturday, March 10, 2012

A Saturday full of reflection.This glorious morning as mellow as a spring rain listening to Randy Weston privileged and honored to love and understand our music a great gift pass on tradition from Africa, legends still here and those playing key notes in

This glorious morning as mellow as a spring rain listening to Randy Weston privileged and honored to love and understand our music a great gift pass on tradition from Africa, legends still here and those playing key notes in heaven. Remembering griot and poet Louis Reyes Rivera revisiting his epic poem "Jazz in Jail," prominent piece. Please spread the music of ancestors and word. Hold on to tradition . Peace 1 Lepadah


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Randy Weston . . . Tradition pass it on.


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Thursday, March 8, 2012

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Lep @ work status and update.

Peace and Love out to the universe. Be good to one another. Finished a poem exclusively for Dr. Rok going live on the net. Enjoying some mediterranean crackers with a sliver of seriously sharp Cabot cheese thin chips of sun dried tomatoes along with a cup of peppermint tea. One big shout out to The Poetry Project Monday night a really great time with the highbrows. I performed "That be the Cool." I was the first up (lol) Oba you should have been there man . . .

Peace Lep

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Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Monday, March 5, 2012

Incense and Oil from Madina in Brooklyn

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Louis Reyes Rivera Bullet Cry

Shout out and respect to as stated comrade, Brother Louis Reyes Rivera transition on 3/2/12. Revolutionary Poet and Scholar. R.I.P 1 Peace Lepadah


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Sunday, March 4, 2012

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Black Gunn & The Moments

Black Gunn I'm loving revisiting this movie . . . Wow the love scene w the beautiful sepia sister is supreme to real black kinda of thing. A big smile going on here. Along with Moments playing lightly in the background and curry chicken, smoked greens & rice. Waiting for some live jazz tonight possible. In the meantime I'm chilling. Peace lepadah Sent from my iPhone

The Independents ~ Leaving Me

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Soukous Dance Style

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Friday, March 2, 2012

Lepadah just friend Saqqara

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Lep's photo after a long day

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Lep's inside shot leaving work

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Go stream Wbai 99.5 to hear Felipe Luciano interview with Bobby Sanabria.

I am in heaven listening to Felipe Luciano on Wbai 99.5 fm interview with Bobby Sanabria. A brilliant conversation on the origin of Afro-Cuban music, The history of West Africa and Africa, Cuba, Puerto Rico. Discussing Cuban essayist ethnomusiicologist and scholar of Afro-Cuban culture Fernando Ortiz Fernandez. Go get your copy of "Kenya Revisited Live" Bobby Sanabria can I say super duper Dope music. Better yet go hear some live music dig the scene. I will be at the Blue Note to see the bad cat Eddie Palmieri for his 75th birthday celebration coming up soon. Listen make your reservation for this one. This is a can't miss.
Peace Lepadah

Bobby Sanabria . . . Wonderful


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Check out "That be the Cool . . ." on The Black Poets Circle

Check out "That be the Cool . . ." on The Black Poets Circle

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Thursday, March 1, 2012

"Free Your Mind . . .and Your Ass Will Follow." a note from Lepadah

Truth a bitter reminder of our own vulnerability. To set aside one's bullshit and shed the superficial exterior and discover the trueness of soul. This is the beginning of truth you owe to yourself. I am on a self exploration of rebirth. Design for better person the intense blueprint towards holism involving every micro second, minute, hour, days, months and years. This is hard because we are programmed thru propaganda and lies since birth. Leaving one to sift thru life's quagmire often succumbing to unmitigated bullshit. Be true to thy self first. Let others know not only will you not tolerate your own shit but . . . you will not allowed their bullshit into your life. Try this and see how deep and righteous staying in peace and truth will make one a better person. Purification can be done if you allow the light to truly shine. This future axiom is thus difficult but I am allowing the vessel gifted one to housed it's delicate endeavor of ones
fidelity.
Peace Lepadah