sound's edge
split sun bleeding planets
hand falling forth from
nails split bleeding people
variations of god appear then vanish dance into
smoke's textures
whale eyes laughing about dolphin songs
singing back immense harmonies
entertaining waves
sight's center
modulating from dark into light through to a grey
shifting colors split
pouring forth absence of
until
giant violet horses convene with
magenta deers discussing with poems, dances illustrating
death's decadence
wolf portraits made by bears who hide in trees when temperatures escalate
fish forms stand at the gates
waiting for silence's mood
malik crumpler - improvised poem (Apr 5, 2009)
containing
turqoiuse
surrounded by black pearls
radiating
umber
treated by hands dipped in deer's blood and monarch wings
treated with
indigo sand
spoken to by ancient children with honey in their mouths and crimson mud in their bellies
response is hums and wooden eggs that smell of chocolate and contain a coffee bean at the core
depending on the sun's behavior and the moon's mood the children often bring ducks and turtles that upon observing
it
sit transfixed drooling gold liquid until they turn brilliant orange and stagger away singing
ancient children wobble after them giggling in between the breaths of the changed
i>>>>>>t<<<<<
*****its***
malik crumpler - there (Jul 3, 2008)
outside in the somewheres
whispers go mumble
hands go wing
backs go shell
feet go fin
eyes find an in
outside in the nowheres
ears go eye
mouths go peony
stomachs go planet
legs go marble
sweat go sap
tears turn amber
inside in the everywheres
blood go air
hunger go rain
thoughts go wind
sounds go ray
souls go shine
malik Crumpler - in (May 18, 2008)
UNTIE (UNEDITED IMPROVISATIONS)
Untied XI
Change disrupts nothing
Disturbs not even soil
Opening growth
Stretching into future’s face
Listening language
Mystifying time collapse
Turtle gestures
Subtle sadhana is impossible
Reality reverses often
Too much too many ways to
ignore
Ghost growls
Gravel cooks
Soles melt, seasoning
Souls quilt
Ancients ask
Unanswerable things divide
Rain drop like
Needing no need near
One’s only option
Avoidance
Never one to avoid dance
Structure strips
Lucid lives leave
Incorrectly perceived laments morbid
Moon water
Jupiter juice
Songs sung in caves creating
Translating obscurity observed by
Mutating melody and off beat
Behind beat bass mountains
Wood wounds
Howling secrets into scars
Wood wounds
Leaving rose strokes
Cryptic copper sculpting
Funeral fires stigmatize
Pond to swamp
More miscellaneous moods
Only change moves
Untied 1
Having seen dead bodies full of thriving souls
Mouths gaping maggots and mosquitos pouring forth with
Attempts at uttering
Their wings humming moans
Mud dripping from under eyelids
Splinters under fingernails and grass mashed too
Skin gone grey blue
Gums and teeth iodine stained
Pupils pale, marbleized
Hair wild and wiggin’
Clothes dusty and not wrinkled
Shoes clean and shinning
Sock loose
Cheek bones breaking threw skin
Ears bleeding from having been stabbed by our prayers too often
I stare starving to eat them
Conflict comforts
Distortions disinvolve
Delicate deteriorations direct
Dieting on swamp water and snake blood
Biting and being bit
Raw renunciation of anything cooked
Grief grin and addiction to gnawing at the grit
Untied 3
Ashe has never bothered me
Fire’s results enhance
Gathering a glance we held eyes to long
Having gone to far
We remained watchful
Having reminded me of my favorite sacred statues
I barely believe in you in such form
I mean, from what essential essence where’t thou torn
Still sharing stare
Suffusing silence
Active agents attempt
May I ask if you have ever encountered atrocity’s lament
Sparrow speaches
Eagle lectures
Frog trances leaping from pose to pose
SINGING UGLY SONGS THAT ENTRANCE FLIES
Landing then in heavens mouth
Digested into infinities integral intentions
Until madness warps them into the back of now
UNTIED 2
May miracles muster more strength
May divinity dive into mans minds mutating
May demons dip into other severe rivers of compliance
May the dead rise strolling naked around town blowing smoke
May dancers decide their own choreography
May singers send songs to other galaxies greeting welcoming dance
May god give regardless of faith that which deamons deliver
May my mind mold minds
UNTIED5
Just before the moment of death while shaking violently
I want to climb the tree
smother the flames and
Untie then
Help heal.
Malik Crumpler - UNTIE (UNEDITED IMPROVISATIONS) (Dec 1, 2007)
THE MELODY
Lost languages linger
in the fire from within
translated through experience
whispered when wind howls
when wings whistle
swamp songs that goose flesh
formulate then mutate from
growls to grins then back again
turtle shells split by grass blades
twelve lions one cave
instinctual insight
in light darkness plays through shade
one star hangs in each cave
glowing flickering what
crystals catch then throw brilliance at
waves that cascade absolute resilience,
puddles piety portrayed
in monk sand portraits washed away with
Mandala intentions
attention given to deteriorating statues full of
deteriorating codes
only to be found on evaporating roads
sunken ships
sinking still in saturated canvasses,
poem oceans
ghosted with emancipated spirits
now guides go and god
through tulip tips lotus lips and
Aghoric diasporas sent with
ontological Vaishnava theology
Shrouded by Shiva’s silence
Doing Dogon dances
Devining
Letting libations liberate
Perseverance prayers that
prove purities possibilities infinite
in that infinite no thing fluctuates
Fear! Find faith fulfilling...
Yet, in a room,
in a body
in a mood
Concentrating- core to core
shakti searching
rhythmic investigations sound strokes
Brass grass dreams gleam orb even,
"O what walls absorb, Fire-mouthed melody mutator
Mutating from Vishnu visions to Yemaya yells
Armarna associations...
Kingdoms go to wind too you know..."
Eyes closed seeing drunk Harlequins and Ballerinas waltz on tip toe on rolling planets,
balancing Ganesh on their noses, while
gold oceans float planets...
Lids yank open- white wall full of a spectrum of dots chasing one another in that old
primordial fashion merging into Om Tara Tuttare Ture Svaha
forming Sun Houses guitar and old wrinkled whisky drenched hands and with each string struck a wound opens pouring fourth
indigo.
Malik Crumpler - RWANDA RELIEF benefit (Sep 30, 2005)
Jungle gestures
boundless belly swollen with skulls
mud mother madness fingers
found dripping honey
flies follow bees following flower knees
lilies lilac tulips in the knee nitch
thin as hair: her hold,
whole trunk tree neck nothing smooth.
bronze back bubbling sap
autumn leaf eyes
blink wind,
feet drink.
sand fist clenched,
thumb tip: honey comb
wings: wet plaster
chin: alabaster
amethyst lips mumbling spells
upside down eyes
nostrils: two rotting nails
ice cube forehead inside it sits a meditating squirell seazing
Chest: two olive seed planets with
engraved codes branded on her sternum hyroglyphs reading "who knows"
Malik Crumpler - portrait approaches (Sep 29, 2005)
obsideon sun glowing pink
orange ocean purple waves
turquoise moons glowing jade
invisible forest throbbing invisible yellows
neon green clouds raining red sand
snowing onyx
and the people are silver with bronze and fire eyes
leaves: glass rainbows
flowers floating dripping matisse lavender
malik - ernstian investigations (Jun 27, 2005)
opaque red ocean
merlot in the shadows
glittering green gold white
somewhere mother sits starring
child now man
forever infant
at shoulder
baby talking spells
wishing wisdom before its years
praying there be
sky purple as my grandfathers shadowed sharp cheekbones
grandfather (POP) chewing and spitting
watching the news screaming at the TV
Goodwill reclining chair rattling with each outburst
Hands stiring and strangling the link between,
telling scary slave stories
"Jokers, right there!... You can't see him man?-"
"uh uhn pop"
"Jokers right there man staring at you waiting... 'sure you can't see him?-"
"Noooooo"
"Betta keep an eye out then."
Ocean morphing to sand into mountain into
geyser into
waterfall,,,,
water: glowing orange white highlights pinching out crystals
"Sky ain't neva black 'less a fire's goin' on,
Even then it still ain't black that's just the smoke clouds you seeing"
John: Big man, big voice, big hands
Told the world what to do and how to do it
sometimes... it even did it
Sitting with him now,
libations to the tounge
"Tell ya summin 'bout summin Leeker,
they all say you don't know what you got till it's gone...
huhn, ain't nuthin like a ass whoopen."
Ocean hugs wind
dancing with mountain
all possible perceptions giggin'
matisse watches
whisking wildly
practicing
"some times are not times for whisky"
"Beer it is!"
Hands to the sky screaming with everything to be left with nothing
knowing what they do
and doing because they must
backs of aged wood
blood splashed bellies
nails in shoulders and ribs
burried to the waist in sand
water: every color depicting
the infinite dance
malik crumpler - more mad associations (May 20, 2005)
nebula spinning loose little lights
larger than worlds of
secret windows into
dominions of
Magenta larva,
the tearing of the thing is
the sound
distinct an undistinguished as a rain drop in a monsoon
daughter of the lake
mother of acrylic
aunt of marble sands
Chrysocolla hands
grasping sky winds
Smoke signals hornet songs
condor conjurings bending
dense dots
even in the falling, there are exits
one must simply stretch.
malik crumpler - Self Portrait (Mar 28, 2005)
I have trouble remembering my parents faces
Yet their voices appear more apparent than my own
I remember not how I was ordained into the ritual
The stagnant shadow
dark night reflective windows
Somehow I was a small person...
As if trapped here now,
to poor to pour myself into anywhere else
the air takes me,
A drunk man in asking tells,
"What if...WHAT IF GODS HAND IS THE BLACKNESS OF SPACE NIGGA! dig, ddddiiIGGG on THAT SHIT MAN, WHAT IF GODS HAND IS SPACE"
I sipped my beer and breathed Whiskey
"Hey man, GOds a mutha FUCKA baby, cat's through, THROW all this shit out there and just... JUST leave it BE, MAKE me wanna cry man, MAKE MWEEE WANNA FUCKING CRY BABY"
going out for a cigarette, pulled by something appearing, wobbling like a-
"What about it BAAAABY. Let's talk about it!"
"Talk about what mutha fucka-"
"This bullshit-"
I hiss smoke, looking left to a young man walking with his little daughter-AT 3 in the morninG?- holding hands
"Man, just remember the hand"
Every morning I wake to one window, facing a building
the water,
the river is one block west,
I face this building wondering
Bearden must of thought the same thing
but it's like my old man used to say with a laugh;
"Ain't nothing easy (laugh) Shiiiiiiit, if it was, (laugh) it wouldn't be so hard."
malik crumpler - MAD ASSOCIATION (May 20, 2005)
fire air
gasoline dreams hunger
words whispering themselves born
blood screaming
approaching water,
water walks with wishes
Dancers, hammering nails into their flesh
lathering honey on their feet
each step sweetening
hornets lurking in fear of
their wing's waves changing
everything
malik crumpler - sun sights (Mar 31, 2005)
portrait Tim'm West
mind mines
setting foot on lava sojourns
one of many long line ancient travelers
code unraveller
blood mud, onyx dust beading on sweat drenched azure face
mouth sounds Canaan's cannon
laughing tourqouise thunder, blinking lavender lightning
in pupils aghora applauds
there are heavily treated statues in his form
aging in reverse
living life like, "death is but decisions door"
cutter of the diamond cutters
cut air spare no word no stare
hair of heavens wool
burgundy soul quilted cloak-irradecent pendulm afloat
man of man with men amongst men
this sower, seeds farmers
planter of planets
star herder
sun leader.
malik crumpler - PORTRAIT OF TIM'M WEST (2006)
....running into the no walking zone sitting to be trampled
i pull a bull by the horn
smoke blows from it's nose it drools on my throat
finally lookiing at me
I rub it's bleeding back
whispering a spell
it sits beside me
it's head in my lap
she says,
"they know what they do, they know why they do,
and they want nothing more than to see me
struggle... fade"
Blood shot eyes focusing, breathing in palpatations
warm wet tounge cooling
Licking my navel
me, staring at the tounge from my belly button window
bull flinches
asking, "heal me, in there I can be healed"
she whispers a spell
tares her horn into me
dragging herself into my swelling belly
I, struggling to stand...
standing,
crowds gather running in place eyes bulging with fear
"WHERE IS THAT BULL"
I'm walking away
"WHAT DID YOU DO WITH OUR BULL"
Sweating from the weight,
I speak softly, my trembling arms cradling my swollen stomach
straining i whisper, "What bull?"
A big man with a small face jumps from the crowd
mocking me
"WHAT BULL? WHAT BULL?"
Pulling out his bloody blade
"I DONT KNOW HOW, BUT IF IT'S IN YOUR BELLY I PLAN TO GET IT OUT"
the crowd cheers
the bull whispers,
i vibrate
a wise wild win wind blows and the crowd
disappears
malik crumpler - pregnant with horns (Mar 31, 2005)
whatever happened to Chubbo?
the chubby kid, finally growing into himself
suddenly leaving himself existing as a warning
whatever happened to Andre
the real African who won every dice game
until he blew a hole in some girls head...
what was her name?
… handcuffed and pleading,
“I don’t know where he is!”
eleven years since then, and I still don’t
whatever happened to Hanadora
that absurdly beautiful mixed girl
got mixed up in tricks and
man’s magic…
last I heard she had a daughter at 16 and
wondered where I was
whatever happened to Aqualis
face like a Toltec lizard god
always wore those faded green jeans
graduated from mo-peds to I-Rocs
at sixteen still couldn't graduate from junior high
And whatever happened to Stacey
most muscular nine year old in little league...
by 16
stealing underwear from the Goodwill with
his pregnant old lady
a year latter on the train she told me
“’lost the baby… Stacy’ll be back in 2005,
when I write him I’ll tell him you said hie.”
malik crumpler - Sixteen (Mar 13, 2005)
There is a hole in my head
from time to time smoke drifts out
passerbyers in the street
rubberneck, eyes wide, mouths gapping...
Smoke lingering
Smell of burnt chicken
coming from
the chicken wings in the hands of the little people that sit on it's muddy edges
Eating and frowning, trying to cool the chicken down...
malik crumpler - of it (Mar 21, 2005)
Brick boned goddess,
You I atone
With breath you deny death
His throne
No matter how, what or when
You are air: forever, forever and
Forever again.
malik crumpler (Mar 13, 2005)