Black on Black Rhyme - Where Poetry is a Way of Life!
Black on Black Rhyme - Where Poetry is a Way of Life!
Black on Black Rhyme - Where Poetry is a Way of Life!

Black on Black Rhyme - Where Poetry is a Way of Life!

 

*Ize Ofrika
Ize Ofrika
"No More Dreams"

No more dreams
Feed me reality by the fistful
poison my perfect picture
Sodomize my virgin outlook
scratch my eyes out and
Let me feel my way to freedom

Why don’t you
Snatch my tongue
And stretch it across the world
Two times
So that I can know
What innocent blood tastes like
Squeeze my genitals
Then maybe I’ll match the screaming
Of innocent babies
And battered women syndrome

Why don’t you
break my back
So that I too will stand for nothing
And fall for everything
I’m just a helpless old dreamer anyway
Right?


Well go ahead
Push me off the cliff
We’ll meet the world
In a head-on collision
French kiss the concrete
sex for the sleepers
the mind drones
the mine zones
Children of the left hemisphere
Fans of the physical
Daughters of oppression
The civilized robots
Deadly and hungry meat-eating scholars
violently loving aphrodites
Admirers of evil

When I grow up
make me one of those people
perpetuators of a perpetual system of hate
of hate mongering
domineering dictative authoritative
World bully policy
The devil’s tribesmen
united nations
Headers of the world league
Of Humanitarian extermination
experimentation
The capital of capitalism

Please when I grow up
I want to be like them
those guys
elitist hypocrites
Moral pharasi
Parasites
Makers of palsies
and Political prisoning piranha
the body snatchers
hope snatchers
deceiving the minds
Of the already diseased disease catchers

No more dreams
Feed me reality by the
fistful
poison my perfect picture
Sodomize my virgin outlook
scratch my eyes out and
Let me feel my way to freedom

Damn you
Oh brain teasers
Mind squeezers
manipulating with your
Mental mind tweezers
Whether with SATAN or with SANTA
Or what have you
You haven’t got enough reality
For me
have you?

Oh!
no more dreams
No more dreams

chop me into pieces
and scatter my cipher
And Like the rain
I’ll put up the strongest
root of uprising
The world has ever seen

No more dreams

Feed me reality till I explode

I want to be choked by it
drenched in it
falling down
To my knees in it
baptized
In the truth’s
scorching desert
Of unquenchable fires

This is my desire

Free from dreams

Oh, Free from dreams

Oh, No more dreams

© Copyright 2004, Ize Ofrika


BLACK ON BLACK RHYME HISTORY SERIES
ARTIST : Ize Ofrika
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- An actor, poet, and visionary in the spoken word community.

Born Floyd Lerone Beckworth in Charleston, S.C., on March 5, 1977, he began using his pen name, Ize Ofrika, five years ago. To family and close friends, the name holds different meanings.

Mr. Ofrika's best friend, Ranney Lawrence, said "he never really explained it in detail," though Mr. Ofrika mentioned the name's association with a tribe.

"My surmise is 'I am Africa', but rendered in dialect for African-American characters in older plays, 'I am' is often written as 'Ize.' "Ofrika' has got to be "Africa,"' said Nancy Cole, a retired theater professor at the University of South Florida who taught Mr. Ofrika. Perhaps the name symbolized "a claim of identity," Cole said.

Maybe Mr. Ofrika explained it himself in one of his poems when he writes, "Ize Ofrika, Humble Eyes of Africa."

As an actor, poet, and visionary in the spoken word community, those who remember him would say his voice just made you shiver in your bones. "It was almost like the voice of God. We don't know what the voice of God sounds like, but it was definitely close." said Venus Jones, a Tampa actor and poet.

Jones said Mr. Ofrika appeared to be "humble and shy," but when he got on stage, "it was just like he's anointed."

The two met in 2000 as Mr. Ofrika promoted his CD, "The Book of Ize, Chapter 1: The Revolution that Never Took Place." When Jones said she had no money to buy the CD, Mr. Ofrika sold it to her for $5 instead of $10.

In his poem "No More Dreams", Mr. Ofrika writes, "No more dreams. Feed me reality by the fistful. Poison my perfect picture. Scratch my eyes out and let me feel my way to freedom. Chop me into pieces and scatter my cipher, and like the rain, I'll put up the strongest root of uprising the world has ever seen. No more dreams."

Willie Floyd Beckworth, of Tampa said he realized his son's talent at a young age. A writer himself, Beckworth said he pushed for his children to excel in the use of the English language.

"He developed it into taking command of the English language, to the form of expressing himself about political and social situations," Beckworth said.

And his performances never crossed the line.

"He didn't condemn anyone," said Walter 'Wally B.' Jennings, of Tampa, a fellow spoken word poet and pioneer who co-founded the popular Black on Black Rhyme venue where Mr. Ofrika shared some of his performances. "He really possessed a love for people and for the liberation of the people."

During a Black on Black Rhyme poetry session last Tuesday night at Club Classic, an open-mic poet dedicated a poem to Mr. Ofrika before a piece from Mr. Ofrika's CD was played.

Mr. Ofrika wanted to do more acting. He had appeared in a handful of plays while attending USF, including Ma Rainey's 'Black Bottom' in 1999, in which he played Levee. He played Aaron in 2002 in the Jobsite Theater's 'Titus Andronicus'. And in 2003, he portrayed Lymon in 'The Piano Lesson' at the Tampa Bay Performing Arts Center.

Jennings vividly recalled Mr. Ofrika's stage presence.

"He would have this look on his face, and if you didn't know him, you'd think he was another brother with a militant edge," he said. "But he was so focused and had so much love inside of him, that will definitely be missed. We definitely lost one of Tampa's greatest soldiers."

In his poem "Freedom", Mr. Ofrika writes, "It is my belief that death is a release. An ease of all tension, hiatus of all grief. Casualties are the lucky ones. Those who have passed are the fortunate ones. Theirs is a mission in life for all men to complete. Those who don't find it, shall never fall asleep."

Mr. Ofrika had lived with lupus for seven years. Lupus is a chronic inflammatory disease that causes the immune system to turn against the body.

Mr. Ofrika died in his sleep at University Community Hospital in Tampa, FL from complications of the disease. He was 27.

In addition to his father, Mr. Ofrika leaves behind his mother, Lillie Beckworth, of Orlando; his brother Brian Beckworth, of Tampa; and sister Charlene Satterwhite, of Tacoma, Wash.

portions of this biography were culled from "Voice that 'made you shiver' gone." by Kevin Graham Published May 13, 2004 © Copyright 2002-2004, St. Petersburg Times


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