Raymond Nat Turner

Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Wrong Song In The Key Of Death (Call The Villain)
19 Sep 2012
by Raymond Nat Turner Bomb 'em to stone man Free-fire zone man Jim Jones man Villain called Drone Man
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Slick Willy Rides Again!
12 Sep 2012
by Raymond Nat Turner The Great White foundation father, Vice- Roy of Haiti and Harlem, nurse- Maid of NAFTA, demon of de- Regulation
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
If The Shoe Fits...
05 Sep 2012
by Raymond Nat Turner “In our marching shoes, yes, we can Discover trails less traveled Connecting us with sage spirits Sampling James Brown with John Brown”
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Birmingham On The Hudson
28 Aug 2012
by Raymond Nat Turner “Another generation of Gordon Gekkos Parasitic, psycho, thug CEOs Funny money men, where anything goes Republi-crats and Demo-con echoes”
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
KNOW FRACKIN' WAY...
22 Aug 2012
by Raymond Nat Turner Big gaseous capitalists are “Ejaculating Satin's sperm into Stolen Native American land, Mother Earth, Pachymama….”
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Hooked On Hopium
13 Jun 2012
by Raymond Nat Turner There will be no replay of 2008’s greatest hits, but the reflux is debilitating in the extreme – for those who got hooked on Hopium.
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
If ACE Was The Place
28 Feb 2012
by Raymond Nat Turner If those who rule really wanted kids to be Aces in life, they wouldn't rig the decks.
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Harriet Tubman Tests?
07 Feb 2012
by Raymond Nat Turner
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
When Didn't You Know It, Poet? -- A Black Poet Answers Amiri Baraka
30 Mar 2011
By Raymond Nathaniel Turner Lots of people noticed when poet Amiri Baraka finally awoke from his Obamaphilic trance last week to issue “The New Invasion of Africa.” Raymond Nathaniel Turner,…
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
My Wise Country Cousin on The State Machine’s Machinegun-Totin’ Cops…
01 Jan 1970
by BAR poet-in-residence Raymond Nat Turner Dey got Glocks, pumps, tasirs, peppurspray, vess— White magik fo’ conjurin’ cases ob “resisin’ aress!”