TSHAKA

TSHAKA

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Tshaka is POET/Spoken word artist. London born and brooklyn raised as a reincarnated griot. He blends jazz, hip hop, blues and new age with pointed, powerful and thought provoking poetry that will paint and engrave a series of images and stories in his listeners memories

Biography

Originally from England, Tshaka moved to the United States at the ripe old age of 10. Raised on his father’s teachings of solidarity and pride and brought up on the teachings of greats from Garvey ‘Pan-Africanism’ to William Churchill, he adopted his father’s intense love of language.
Tshaka began writing poetry long before performing it, in an attempt to find his own voice and point of view within the art form. As a performer, Tshaka is recognized as an accomplished artist and performer. Performance accolades include not only being a member of the 2004 Nuyorican Poetry National Poetry Slam Team and the 2006 Hollywood National Champion Slam Poetry team, but he also earned the Grand Champion title at the 2005 San Francisco and 2007 Hollywood Championships. Similarly, his writing reads as well of the page as it does in his live performances. Tshaka has toured a number of US cities and has been featured at theatres such as the legendary Apollo Theatre, at numerous colleges, city fairs and creative venues throughout the United States. He also conducts lectures, teenage and adult workshops in creative writings, spiritual verse and a number of other related topics.

Tshaka had been featured in newspapers, radio and publications across California including the Eastbay express KJLH in Los Angeles and was voted 1 of the “25 Bay area people to know” by Tribe.net in 2005. Competition on the National level is not foreign to Tshaka, as he has competed from 2004-2007 (NPS) making it to the semi-finals in each year amongst over 200 individual poets and 80 teams. Tshaka also appears in a spoken word documentary entitled “Spit”, released in 2007, and performs the title piece.

Tshaka’s debut CD 'ONE' was released in 2006 is being distributed nationally, over seas and is available for download on some of the top digital retailers as the country such as Napster, i-tunes, MP3 Rhapsody, CDBaby.com and more . Tshaka has also published a collection of poems entitled “TarMan” and a collection of short stories, prose and poetry entitled ‘ Mute Whispers’. His Sophomore album “Bloodlines” is due to be released in mid 2008

Lyrics

Digital Love

Written By: Tshaka


0 1 1 0 0 1
Years into my past
I found you.

A light woman split twice at the core
You tethered men to your side like
Love seekers
Night crawlers

Yet I see your digital madness
escaping midnight moments
Under cover on fortnight binges
Drunk with wanting
Shifting your surrender
into 100 characters per line
A magician of fiber optic slight of handprints
Thin and
distant

And I tried to tie redwoods together
to reach your ginger smile
This pure insanity is embryo food
so surrender to the mother
you were prophesized to be
Haunt me infinite till
I puss madness
Touch me old with your wrinkles at my side
I left heaven twice to see you as a child
Pure and now
Now you mumble I love you
In a forest of mutes and ask them
To carry your heart across silence
I swear you are Gods leaking suicide in a vacuum
So your reincarnating back to me
your death remains forgiven
Cause I remember your shades in zeros and ones
I have dreamt you tangled in my hair
Whispered brushstrokes across your dangling halos

About your tongue, I left poppy fields
and squeezed your eyes tight till tears turned to
diamond hallucinations

I loved you blind

Kiss me into goodbye
Cause this is too hard to witness from afar
And I understand that angels left loveless
Fly in circles but I can salvage your orgasms
Into 0 1 1 0 0 1
Times a million miles for meaning
But who means to mean what they mean in the first place
So mean to stay
Stay with me till your smile
Sunsets behind the metal mountains I recognize as home
So I can lasso the wind in your breath
And pull our hemispheres together

Stay with me in 8 hour intervals
Till I’m ready to let you say goodbye again
In semi colon parenthesis and colon smiles
I will give you onyx goodbyes
If you tell what we have hidden in binary code
All this while
And I will love you
the equivalent of truth
Written in smeared mascara and swollen eyes

Look for me between zeros and ones
I will be there
static
Practicing how to open my heart again
For you to empty

SUN and GLASS

Written By: Tshaka

SUN and GLASS
I was an architect of jelly promises
covering eyes with sting rays
laying a golden mixture of sun and glass
a mixed media serpentine image
miraged to refract me into tomorrows

I have read your mothers love in Sinhala promises and in a fortnights belly
I have my Pupils in sight
have sliced my wrists
into bleeding you forever
Slipping between the wants of life and
the insecurities that suffocated
my alien pores

I fasten your hips
to my belief of the future
and ask you to run through the sun
as I shower you kisses to wet your feet
your accented yawns are tickling
me to sleep you into memories

Grasp my circumference whole
mouth mapping veins
shooting stars off your tongue
you are exploding spirits back to hieroglyphics
leaving me to live you in acronyms
in 20 hours of returned language
you collected precious gems
from far off places

I polished them and left
a small hole for you
To seep me inside
filling your reservoir
till your skin elevates to light years

I want to cherry your frame into a language
That you hang in your hallways
For those passerby moments where
Your origin is spoken to you in graphs
In crossword puzzles that spell out sound
Love me in trails or groans
Into the negotiated ridges of flesh
Peeled back
around karma
Into mango juice falling your lips

Bite me into quartz movements
Ejaculated in the spitting image of
brushed ripples on the curve of your ass
I want to vacuum your cl_t emancipated
Through my adams apple
so as to gargle your scars

Moan me a harlot's lullaby bent on evolving a new life
A tune that God uses to escape from time
Write it in emborynic fluid
on recycled paper and bound with
The skin of unrequited love

Touch me mortal
In Jupiter whispers
In radio waves
In blood marrow
Into the chest of icebergs

Cum me a fossilized version of you
So that I know
That you've always been here
Waiting for me to discover you
Perfectly preserved
laid in a golden mixture of Sun and glass

Today’s Mathematics

Written By: Tshaka

Today’s Mathematics

Tribes dance the square root of my DNA
Subrtract it from yesterday
Cause Now
we know
Multiply it with nephlim* cliff notes
Extract reality ohms from fossilized cranium
superiority complexes
cause
they think they built this
shit
but they're speaking Greek
and can't fool me,
I already know
Alexander was not great until
He muffled Egypt
But that's for another day
When you finally believe in yourself
But
For now
I come at ya from write angles
My acute messages measure
1/3 of 90 degrees
East Praying
Mantas Trained in Baroque street slang
cause
Uptown negroes have to assimilate constantly
On Saturday nights
I Tongue curl with hip hops next phase
Andre's 9000
is in my back pocket
Hollah
Sorry Ms Jackson's great grandmother
built cultures
Sorry,
she signed the cornerstone as
1 of 2 female slaves captured age 18
Sorry
Census didn't record names till 1706
Sorry
we'll never who she was
Cause Jackson was the slave owners name me
what you will, erase her blueprint, but
The smell of my blood will trace
her ancestry all the way back to Tribes dance
the square root of my DNA
Subtract it from yesterday
Cause Now
we know
Multiply it with nephlim* cliff notes
Extract reality ohms from fossilized cranium
superiority complexes
cause
they think they built this
shit
but they're speaking Greek
and can't fool me,
I already know
Alexander was not great until
He muffled Egypt
But that's for another day
When you finally believe in yourself
But
For now
I come at ya from write angles
My acute messages measure
1/3 of 90 degrees
East Praying
Mantas Trained in Baroque street slang
cause
Uptown negroes have to assimilate constantly
On Saturday nights
I Tongue curl with hip hops next phase
Andre's 9000
is in my back pocket
Hollah
Sorry Ms Jackson's great grandmother
built cultures
Sorry,
she signed the cornerstone as
1 of 2 female slaves captured age 18
Sorry
Census didn't record names till 1706
Sorry
we'll never who she was
Cause Jackson was the slave owners name me
what you will, erase her blueprint, but
The smell of my blood will trace
her ancestry all the way back to Tribes dance
the square root of my DNA
Subtract it from yesterday
Cause Now
we know
Multiply it with nephlim* cliff notes
Extract reality ohms from fossilized cranium
superiority complexes
cause
they think they built this
shit
but they're speaking Greek
and can't fool me,
I already know
Alexander was not great until
He muffled Egypt
But that's for another day
When you finally believe in yourself
But
For now
I come at ya from write angles
My acute messages measure
1/3 of 90 degrees
East Praying
Mantas Trained in Baroque street slang
cause
Uptown negroes have to assimilate constantly
On Saturdays
I Tongue curl with hip hops next phase
Andre's 9000
is in my back pocket
Hollah
Sorry Ms Jackson's great grandmother
built cultures
Sorry,
she signed the cornerstone as
1 of 2 female slaves captured age 18
Sorry
Census didn't record names till 1706
Sorry
we'll never who she was
Cause Jackson was the slave owners name me
what you will, erase her blueprint, but
The smell of my blood will trace
her ancestry all the way back

* nephilim - http://www.pantheon.org/articles/n/nephilim.html
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Discography

SPIT -EP
ONE - CD
BLOODLINE -CD
TarMan -Book
Muted Whispers - Book

Set List

Sets are Flexible and can range from 15 minutes to 1 hour. Tshaka also conduct workshops