SAUL WILLIAMS

ABOUT SAUL

• A)Feb 29,1972- Present
• B)He was born in Newburgh,New York ,and he attended Newburgh Academy .He is the youngest of 3 Children
• C) He is a rapper ,poet ,singer ,musician and actor
• D)No ,because we are kids and he is an adult.

5 FACTS ABOUT HIM

• He was born on a leap year ( February 29 )
• He got the " Breakout Performance " award
• Saul's Role model is Paul Robeson.
• He has many talents,( including poetry).
• Saul Williams is an African American

PROBLEM

• He was divorced 2 times
• He wrote poems to overcome his sadness

POEMS BY HIM

• Children of the night
• And out of the sun's gates come little girls in dresses of fire wearing pigtails of braided smoke which stem from their moon cratered scalps. The glowing seeds of a nightly garden that will blossom into full moons irregardless of the sun, Veil the night in the seven names of the wind through the tales of their wind blown fathers. Who will father these mother's of light? And what will become of me? Children of the Night. Only some will star the sky. Only believers in death will die. And fathers must feather the wings of women. For the unfeathered masses dangle ridiculous, carrying crosses to phalynx filled tombs. The future sells silence through blood rivered wombs that ripple with riddles of cows and spoons, and birth, moons, earths and suns centered at noon. She buries her eggs in the soil and plants her feet in the sky. Soil seeds the circus of carrots and clowns, and minstrels show our desires. And here I stand court jestering infinity, fetal fisted for revolution but open hands birth humility. Now what is the density of an egoless planet? Must my spine be aligned to sprout wings? I'm slouched in the slingsleps and kangoled with gang reps but my orbit rainbows saturn's rings. Mystical eliptical presto polaris karmic flame future with saturn and aries. And now i'm a fish called father with gills type dizzy, blowing blood and liquid lullabies through the spine of time to tranquilize the nervous system's defeat. At the feet of the river the children are gathered or rather buried in that mass grave site of the night. They are the seeds of light planted in the sky but the night and skies are meaningless to their unearthly eyes. They are our children playing chess on the sunburnt backs of one eyed turtles. Check mating a life time slow crawl to enlightenment. They cash in their crown and glory for magic and contradiction. The children of fiction born of semen filled crosses thrust in cavalry's mound. With memories of mañana's millenium. The gravity of the pendulum, the inscription of the grail. The rumors of one famine and diseases and storms of hell. All hail the new beginning, behold the winters end. Bring on the puppets and dragons as the ceremonies begin. For they have come to shatter time and bring back the dead newborn, an army of me. Bearing change in the frontline and shadows in the field mines, the wilderness and the lights in the city. I have seen them. A tumultuous army of bastards and beggars, mad men and idiots, witches and harlots, dancers and lunatics, singers and sinners, losers and lovers, students and teachers, poets and priests. Orbitting the realms of the ordinary through the ordinances of those ordained by the beast. These are our children, love laden life lanterns casting shadows that shepherd the flocks. Crying wolf in the moons full at sirens of love's lull. The offspring of gibraltar's rocks. Who will deny him and thrice crows the cock? Will it be you, Peter? Decked in demiers denial masquerading in matter overminded, under-trialed. Self is the servant to serpents with wings. Three is the beginning of all things. Try angles to rectangle your wings, let vision blur, let your naught deservings disintegrate. Pile stone, unearth ancient learnings. See self as the ghost of your servings. If you're serving the father, there's no son without mother. Parent bodies discover water bodies and drown. Wade me in the water until atlantis is found. On the seas of ourselves, i'm starfish and unbound. Heard the name of that mound is stone mountain. Underwater volcanoes erupt water fountains of youth, less this carnal equation cancel out truth. Throw me beyond sometime and drench me waterproof. Let leaves drop forever, rain sun sets on my roof, as I sit on the front porch of my sanity, deciphering ham bones to van gogh, this vanity oiled egoes canvased and framed to be reborn, unborn, unburied, unnamed. A reflection through a bloodstained glass window of souls gone yellow around the edges. Carbonated dreams and blurred daily lives. But let family bring focus. Out of swamps blossom lotus. The muddy water blue daughters of infinity. Gravity, we water bodied bhodisatvas our serenity. As we rise with the tides towards divinity. And she will be raised by wolves just below the masonry dixon line, where eagles noose the misuse of osiris's omega papyrus in their claws clenched so that the vultures of our memories may feast upon the remedies of ancient laws lynched and flop to the treetops of the forethoughts we have forgotten. Yes silence will be begotten of the wind. The silver eyes of the darkness are her friends. They sometimes plant forever in their dens. On the mountain side but sometimes now and then, between the rise and set of you and I may blue visions know the depths of liquid skies. And some ask me if she cries in the night, and there's a subtance of her tears that drench the days with light. ****, you better hope she do. 'Cause they're riddled with fur coats and painted faces dancing at the porphyries of perfection. They eat chinese apples that stain their teeth red and they'll cap a cosmos of chaos, and in a moments notice the children are on the train. Selling chocolate with their mothers in the background, fundraising their dreams from the dead. And the authors of order are corresponding catharsis and change the leaves of my needs from orange to red. I need fruit and vegetables, for these living things can feed the span of wings, thus she was born to charter my flight into the blues of night. I am the darkness that preceeds the light. A pupil of the sea's reflective sight. Notebook in hand, I footnote land and write. Plot dot dot dot and dot my i's is right. And cast my lot amongst the Children of the Night.

POEMS BY HIM

• Saturn's Rivers Her newborn cyclops had my eye but i knew i'd never claim it i was taught not to claim when the wind wrote my name in the water: waved blueness over blackness and i at that moment i saw that blackness would die but not me not we in the deep blue abyss we kissed on a current and drowned eternities in loves' lost lagoons she had hidden rooms in her womb where i had seen screeenings of her future wrapped in swaddling clothes and God knows i wanted to kiss it but my lips were sealed by time ...Saturn's Rivers overflow with schools of frankincense and myrrh-maids: swimming scents of self to the soul and sphinxes, they swim, in Saturn's rivers. drenching the waters with ancient magic and the secrets of the Saturn Sutra. secrets that could name the future and saturate the soul with stardust nd samba of the seasons untold the future in Saturn's rivers so i sailed my soul through the fore-thought of the forgotten and waded through windows of time... i'm certain of Saturn's Rivers and all else is fact so baptize me in the stars and wrap me in the night-time moon blue pupil my sight with orange balls of light and echo my plight through the corridors of metaphor what else are we living for if not to create fiction and rhyme my purpose: to make my soul rhyme with my mind over matter minds create matter minds create fiction as a matter of fact as if matter is fact matter is fact so spirit must be fiction science-fiction art-fiction meta-fiction i Categories: spoken word / Rap, mythology

ABOUT THE POEMS

• We chose the poems because they seemed interesting
• We liked Children of the night better because of the way it describes everything

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Children of the night explains how the sun and moon look. It shows there characteristics and how they look to him.

Saturn's rings basically describes Saturn.It shows the characteristics and how it looks.This is what both poems mean to us.

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