The tears of my forefathers woke me...
Constant bawling after whips of fury cascaded their backs
squeezed in piss and blood, nightly meals of feces served out of my great great great great aunts bottom
Night mares became dreams,
Death would pass their soiled hands
already bound in shackles
the humm of the blood drum; as it comes to a bubbling simmer
beneath the sea floors, where many found peace at long last
as distant fury raged on! in the hearts, minds and eyes of this trades survivors...
Momma raped dry of her precious jewels
scourged repeatedly, till she falls to her weaken knees...
"But it's amazing how we never die!"
Some 171 years ago...
white met black eye to eye
set us free!
Made us lose!!
Tell me!
are we that blind to see, that chains are no longer slavery?
Massa seh: Give them their bodies; but we keep their minds!
Simple matter resolved!!
Massa knows the strength of the black hand
The joint unity of love in us, drives fear to his core!
That's why he hides our face from one another...
consistently beating the war drums amongst our own
gnawing at our culture, and home
selling us the fancies of foreign worlds
teaching us the mother lands tongue
brain washing our expected generations
deliberately leaving out history, so they become as white as them!
But this is not a sad song
nor is it a rebellion call!
This drum my brothers!
This drum my sisters
is a melody...
that will play softly...
beyond time, beyond this world
"Do suh!..nah like so!"
Tek wha dem teach...
hear wha dem preach!...
Learn it!
and use it...
FOR! NOT AGAINST!
To rebuild our empires!
To groom our young...
To be black again, not by shade, but by plan
Take my hand...
We goin back to the mother land
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
The first time
It was that first time
she could never quite get that feeling
No matter how much she gives it up!
Repeating the same strokes and positions
the feeling just ain't the same as the first!
That first time she was forced to lay and not disobey the commanding voice over her
that first time she found out where things go as they grow!
and how hard life can really get!
that first time she didn't hop on a roller coaster!
bet felt dizzy just the same!Screaming and gripping at everything thing in her reach
"I wanna get off this thing!"
That first time she got that filling sensation on an empty stomach
drinking the juice of sweat and spit!
That first time she was flung and hung
bounced and rammed all over the room
and bleed from one cut
It was that first time she'd never forget the scent and colour of violation
the squeeze and grip of platonic love gone wrong!
The grin and eyes of her bother leaving the room...
It's the first time she layed there...
the stillness fills the room..
silence deafens her and knocks her senseless
never to return again!
It was that first time
she went in search of it
trying to get her worth back...
she had to find it...
The only way she can come clean again
that first time turned dozens and scores
defeating all whores, cause she's queen bitch with a ROAR!!
But it just wasn't quite the same!
LIKE THAT FIRST TIME!
that cynical love that tripped her unconscious
There had to be another she can contain and make him make her back!
Break her back! Slap her back!
Jam her back to that first time...
Addicted to pain; that's worst than cocaine, she numbed herself...
Grooving to the rhythm of life as the tune is stuck in her head like a broken record!
"AH! AH! AH! SHH AH!"
It's since 15 that first time!
now 25 throwing another one down the drain...
never can she maintain her own flesh and blood because of "Dick - Shun"
It's that first time she longs for
time that can never be repeated
she'll always be mistreated till her breath is no more!
It was that first time he took her soul away!
she never thought he'd do such a thing
Now! she's at his door...
"YES!! the pretty little whore you've made me"
She grabs him; knife in hand
"take me back! Give me my soul again!"
He trembles! his shoes get wet...
looking into the eyes of a wonderer near her quest freedom
it was that first time...
"AHH! AHHH!! AHHHH!! shhhh ahhhhh.....
that record played to the end...
she could never quite get that feeling
No matter how much she gives it up!
Repeating the same strokes and positions
the feeling just ain't the same as the first!
That first time she was forced to lay and not disobey the commanding voice over her
that first time she found out where things go as they grow!
and how hard life can really get!
that first time she didn't hop on a roller coaster!
bet felt dizzy just the same!Screaming and gripping at everything thing in her reach
"I wanna get off this thing!"
That first time she got that filling sensation on an empty stomach
drinking the juice of sweat and spit!
That first time she was flung and hung
bounced and rammed all over the room
and bleed from one cut
It was that first time she'd never forget the scent and colour of violation
the squeeze and grip of platonic love gone wrong!
The grin and eyes of her bother leaving the room...
It's the first time she layed there...
the stillness fills the room..
silence deafens her and knocks her senseless
never to return again!
It was that first time
she went in search of it
trying to get her worth back...
she had to find it...
The only way she can come clean again
that first time turned dozens and scores
defeating all whores, cause she's queen bitch with a ROAR!!
But it just wasn't quite the same!
LIKE THAT FIRST TIME!
that cynical love that tripped her unconscious
There had to be another she can contain and make him make her back!
Break her back! Slap her back!
Jam her back to that first time...
Addicted to pain; that's worst than cocaine, she numbed herself...
Grooving to the rhythm of life as the tune is stuck in her head like a broken record!
"AH! AH! AH! SHH AH!"
It's since 15 that first time!
now 25 throwing another one down the drain...
never can she maintain her own flesh and blood because of "Dick - Shun"
It's that first time she longs for
time that can never be repeated
she'll always be mistreated till her breath is no more!
It was that first time he took her soul away!
she never thought he'd do such a thing
Now! she's at his door...
"YES!! the pretty little whore you've made me"
She grabs him; knife in hand
"take me back! Give me my soul again!"
He trembles! his shoes get wet...
looking into the eyes of a wonderer near her quest freedom
it was that first time...
"AHH! AHHH!! AHHHH!! shhhh ahhhhh.....
that record played to the end...
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Confucianism, 1 Ching Great Commentary 1.8.6
"Life leads the thoughtful man on a path of many windings.
Now the course is checked, now it runs straight again.
Here winged thoughts may pour freely forth in words,
There the heavy burden of knowledge must be shut away in silence.
But when two people are at one in their inmost hearts,
they shatter even the strength of iron or of bronze
And when two people understand each other in their inmost hearts,
their words are sweet and strong like the fragrance of orchids"
Now the course is checked, now it runs straight again.
Here winged thoughts may pour freely forth in words,
There the heavy burden of knowledge must be shut away in silence.
But when two people are at one in their inmost hearts,
they shatter even the strength of iron or of bronze
And when two people understand each other in their inmost hearts,
their words are sweet and strong like the fragrance of orchids"
From..."2"
Another form of expression from a friend of mine!! thought i'd share this one as well...have fun read this voice...[Leonidas]
A stare that'll make you "cum" if you dare indulge
a smirk that'll keep you wondering, begging for answers.
the journey to a man's heart is sometimes cold and lonely,
strange and you gotta stay holy!
For the best of them, that is! if you truly want the best,
better than the rest.
Sweet his lips,
tender his eyes,
slender hiw frame
and affirmative his tool
He could make you drool for the best of him...
but leave that for the rest of them and just conquer
The test of him!!"
A stare that'll make you "cum" if you dare indulge
a smirk that'll keep you wondering, begging for answers.
the journey to a man's heart is sometimes cold and lonely,
strange and you gotta stay holy!
For the best of them, that is! if you truly want the best,
better than the rest.
Sweet his lips,
tender his eyes,
slender hiw frame
and affirmative his tool
He could make you drool for the best of him...
but leave that for the rest of them and just conquer
The test of him!!"
From...
This is not my writtings, instead i was just the inspiration for the writting, (or so i was told) thought i would share it...enjoy [Leonidas]
I really can't stand the likes of you,
your chizzled face, your bright eyes, your horrible lips
your cocky charm, your egotistical upright stance
your confidence, your gentleness, your weaknesses for pleasure in sight
sound and touch
YOU! i can't stand You...
Yes! You
You i can't love you!
I really can't stand the likes of you,
your chizzled face, your bright eyes, your horrible lips
your cocky charm, your egotistical upright stance
your confidence, your gentleness, your weaknesses for pleasure in sight
sound and touch
YOU! i can't stand You...
Yes! You
You i can't love you!
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Pretender
You know you know me...
you trips on your own ego...
your stiletto heels get wrapped round your own expectations...
then you strut your stuff across the room lying to yourself;
the fact you never saw me...
But it's ok! i never did see you
cause you never existed to me
You know you know me
you chip on your own swollen head
your curl only serves as your own hindrance
trying to "glance and miss" the fact i'n in your line of sight
Not being the first to say anything!
but you wanna be noticed!
But it's ok! i never did see you
cause you never existed to me
You know you know me
i know i know you too...
two can play that game!
i'm not losing anything when it's my turn
But it's ok! I never did met you
cause you never introduced yourself to me
You can never escape me!
i'll always be there!
your actions is just smoke and mirrors
But i am that mirror that shows you who you really are...
I wish i weren't your reflection
...pretender...but it's ok! i wish i weren't me either
you trips on your own ego...
your stiletto heels get wrapped round your own expectations...
then you strut your stuff across the room lying to yourself;
the fact you never saw me...
But it's ok! i never did see you
cause you never existed to me
You know you know me
you chip on your own swollen head
your curl only serves as your own hindrance
trying to "glance and miss" the fact i'n in your line of sight
Not being the first to say anything!
but you wanna be noticed!
But it's ok! i never did see you
cause you never existed to me
You know you know me
i know i know you too...
two can play that game!
i'm not losing anything when it's my turn
But it's ok! I never did met you
cause you never introduced yourself to me
You can never escape me!
i'll always be there!
your actions is just smoke and mirrors
But i am that mirror that shows you who you really are...
I wish i weren't your reflection
...pretender...but it's ok! i wish i weren't me either
Water and Oil
It was the eastern glow of the twilight the ever so gently calmed me
Amidst the gibberish, glamour and game
i found solitude in the shadow that lengthen with my pen's stroke and roll
i stretched my min to shade my face and my fear
timidly seated in a corner in open space "not the best cover for seclusion"
The brown of my eyes rode lines only steadily distracted by all the gibberish, glamour and game
"There's no place like home!"i thought!
"Oh SNAP! my shoes ain't red!" what a disappointment
Try sitting in a benhab where the whole world can see and not be seen!
ignorance is bliss...
Hidden completely in pages and ego
pretention and trying. dumb insolence and no intention to mix
Basic water and oil theory! though water has deepened in oil...
covered by it!...living by it complexities
The great escape is the window of the mind
strolling in the world you create. god of your space
Universally all knowing...straying the best of you
I love pretenders...i crave their moods and attitudes!
they never hurt to study, they only serve to better me...
Locking through their fantasy facade living the good life...
The shadow stretches and dims and fades like my thoughts about the page...
i'm both water and oil
and i was never timid!!
Amidst the gibberish, glamour and game
i found solitude in the shadow that lengthen with my pen's stroke and roll
i stretched my min to shade my face and my fear
timidly seated in a corner in open space "not the best cover for seclusion"
The brown of my eyes rode lines only steadily distracted by all the gibberish, glamour and game
"There's no place like home!"i thought!
"Oh SNAP! my shoes ain't red!" what a disappointment
Try sitting in a benhab where the whole world can see and not be seen!
ignorance is bliss...
Hidden completely in pages and ego
pretention and trying. dumb insolence and no intention to mix
Basic water and oil theory! though water has deepened in oil...
covered by it!...living by it complexities
The great escape is the window of the mind
strolling in the world you create. god of your space
Universally all knowing...straying the best of you
I love pretenders...i crave their moods and attitudes!
they never hurt to study, they only serve to better me...
Locking through their fantasy facade living the good life...
The shadow stretches and dims and fades like my thoughts about the page...
i'm both water and oil
and i was never timid!!
Black Wings
Black wings on the winds of your aura cylindrically drifting on this natural high
fading to and fro; hither and thither
feeding off this incess
Misery holds company
speaking rhythmically in this space that once lived
asking permission to hold you forever
to lay there motionless in the black wings' haven
Ever floating, ever sailing, ever roaming
mounting on the winds of your seamless flat line
The road that leads to no morrow
today! your last! FOREVER!
Black wings...they hover!
fading to and fro; hither and thither
feeding off this incess
Misery holds company
speaking rhythmically in this space that once lived
asking permission to hold you forever
to lay there motionless in the black wings' haven
Ever floating, ever sailing, ever roaming
mounting on the winds of your seamless flat line
The road that leads to no morrow
today! your last! FOREVER!
Black wings...they hover!
Saturday, July 4, 2009
I pray for life...for death is addictive!
I pray for life...for death is addictive...
"Sanest?"
Some may differ...just the mention of those 5 letters cause many to shiver
It’s all around us...
yes! death! it is present
I beg to live and never break the rules set before the foundations of the earth
When we were spirit and perfect! just not yet made manifest in flesh
How can one see and not touch
touch and not lust...
Lust and no pursue...
Pursue and not remember
remember and not revert!
I pray for life...for death is addictive
Not even thinking...
eyes met on separate carriage ways
she bluffed her way through everything
attracted like a mate in heat;
sour flies to state food...
about 4"7' maybe 5ft tall
Death wasn't even attractive...
but weird to the normalcy of life
share shared curiosity
i knew it was addiction; but it came clad in tight jeans and dark skin
wavy hair and lazy eyes,
short teeth and a lisp
Carried on intuition
death lost it way and asked me for directions...
i knew nothing of calamity till then
i could've strayed it further
but i left it follow
i paid deaths way to the bus park
"could i have a picture?" i never imagined i'd save the thought...
You see...the metaphor of this short story of present history
is that death is the decision we make from right and wrong;
light and darkness; heaven or hell;
real or unreal, believe it or not
I pray for life...for death is addictive
Guards drawn down; but senses high!
death and i sat together sharing no conversation
Spirits react to innocence as a babe joined the ride...
death smiled and asked to play with it
the father let the babe go
Death thought the babe to talk
after bumping it's head twice to the bus ceiling
So calmly the babes innocence prevented further destruction...
a thousand angels stirred around
poking death in the face as it tried to speak in the babes ear
"This is not right!" the baby thought
reaching to deaths heart with his ear...
he heard nothing like a melody just a long lasting, never ending silence.
The young boy raised an alarm and stretched for his father!
death no longer held his hand
I pray for life...for death is addictive
not attractive, not reactive but existent, never distant.
Death is obvious and many times unexplainable
like these words that have joined on this page
No details and no strings attached!
I pray for life...for writing these are...
"Sanest?"
Some may differ...just the mention of those 5 letters cause many to shiver
It’s all around us...
yes! death! it is present
I beg to live and never break the rules set before the foundations of the earth
When we were spirit and perfect! just not yet made manifest in flesh
How can one see and not touch
touch and not lust...
Lust and no pursue...
Pursue and not remember
remember and not revert!
I pray for life...for death is addictive
Not even thinking...
eyes met on separate carriage ways
she bluffed her way through everything
attracted like a mate in heat;
sour flies to state food...
about 4"7' maybe 5ft tall
Death wasn't even attractive...
but weird to the normalcy of life
share shared curiosity
i knew it was addiction; but it came clad in tight jeans and dark skin
wavy hair and lazy eyes,
short teeth and a lisp
Carried on intuition
death lost it way and asked me for directions...
i knew nothing of calamity till then
i could've strayed it further
but i left it follow
i paid deaths way to the bus park
"could i have a picture?" i never imagined i'd save the thought...
You see...the metaphor of this short story of present history
is that death is the decision we make from right and wrong;
light and darkness; heaven or hell;
real or unreal, believe it or not
I pray for life...for death is addictive
Guards drawn down; but senses high!
death and i sat together sharing no conversation
Spirits react to innocence as a babe joined the ride...
death smiled and asked to play with it
the father let the babe go
Death thought the babe to talk
after bumping it's head twice to the bus ceiling
So calmly the babes innocence prevented further destruction...
a thousand angels stirred around
poking death in the face as it tried to speak in the babes ear
"This is not right!" the baby thought
reaching to deaths heart with his ear...
he heard nothing like a melody just a long lasting, never ending silence.
The young boy raised an alarm and stretched for his father!
death no longer held his hand
I pray for life...for death is addictive
not attractive, not reactive but existent, never distant.
Death is obvious and many times unexplainable
like these words that have joined on this page
No details and no strings attached!
I pray for life...for writing these are...
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Inhale
Inhale!
I've taken in that scent, time and time again...
The scent of a hot iron on old sheets almost burnt but not quite there.
That scent, coupled with sky blue walls, a bed to the corner braced to the wall away from the door. Lined with a small table underneath a louvered window, with white lace curtains to hide what's within.
This room is where we sat...
Sudden lovers, sparked from silly conversation. Though sometimes serious
Her unassuming smile hid her heart and feelings towards me well.
I never could tell what she really wanted?
Lucky for me her uttered words held my hand and lead me right to her love source
Inhale!
I've taken in that scent, time and time again...
Avon roll-on and body spray
Twisting my senses round and round
like that of the towel about her naked body.
The temptation was ever so subtle, ever so real
This room is where we laid...and laid alone.
The full moons glow peeks through the glass
somehow reflecting on the mirror on the opposite side of the room
the only light that fondled our bodies
the scent of passion is endless!
mixed with that of slightly burned old sheets, Avon roll on, body spray and damp towels
INHALE!
the scent of sudden love, moonlit passion and fear of unsatisfaction.
This cloudless night, where the moon's just right, invites planets to align!
constant motion, of time in space, slips and re-enters
quickens and slows...
Inhale, exhale...Inhale...exhale...INHALE....and......
Hold it with both hands, tight knit and a wrenched face!
That's a scent I'll never forget, and will never have again
for parting is such sweet sorrow.
I've taken in that scent, time and time again...
The scent of a hot iron on old sheets almost burnt but not quite there.
That scent, coupled with sky blue walls, a bed to the corner braced to the wall away from the door. Lined with a small table underneath a louvered window, with white lace curtains to hide what's within.
This room is where we sat...
Sudden lovers, sparked from silly conversation. Though sometimes serious
Her unassuming smile hid her heart and feelings towards me well.
I never could tell what she really wanted?
Lucky for me her uttered words held my hand and lead me right to her love source
Inhale!
I've taken in that scent, time and time again...
Avon roll-on and body spray
Twisting my senses round and round
like that of the towel about her naked body.
The temptation was ever so subtle, ever so real
This room is where we laid...and laid alone.
The full moons glow peeks through the glass
somehow reflecting on the mirror on the opposite side of the room
the only light that fondled our bodies
the scent of passion is endless!
mixed with that of slightly burned old sheets, Avon roll on, body spray and damp towels
INHALE!
the scent of sudden love, moonlit passion and fear of unsatisfaction.
This cloudless night, where the moon's just right, invites planets to align!
constant motion, of time in space, slips and re-enters
quickens and slows...
Inhale, exhale...Inhale...exhale...INHALE....and......
Hold it with both hands, tight knit and a wrenched face!
That's a scent I'll never forget, and will never have again
for parting is such sweet sorrow.
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