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confined among the corners of this cell
twisted between reality and facade to where I can't tell
the difference between addiction and a choice
because I was never given one amidst the white noise
put me in a box to control my thoughts
by signing me up for a private inbox
where all imagination gets caught
in a web of lies
where too many dreamers dreams go to die
but it is time for us to open up our eyes
the energy that never dies
and take back our pre-determined lives
while we do all the giving
they are the ones out there living
give our time, our effort, and obedience
only to be a spectator in the audience?
we have all been enslaved not just the slaves
while we are out here working, they're the ones getting paid
the only truth is the mind
open up and look inside
they can't win what they can't hide
this is the matrix, we are all connected
it is time to accept all the possibilities we once rejected.
Drained of every drop of pride she cups her hands in vain
As eyes seek to escape her haunting gaze.
Gaunt and pale, her spirits crushed, young mind and body slain,
Existence is one long and dreary haze.
Sometimes in her dreamlike state she sees another life
Where happiness and peace walked hand in hand,
There a young girl freely plays, no thoughts of future strife,
So many future hopes and dreams were planned.
Destined, so it seemed, to suffer countless human woes,
False hope came in angelic sweet disguise,
So now enslaved, addicted, she is helpless to abstain;
The girl who begs while inwardly she cries,
And one more grieving Mother sadly sighs
As demons recommence their evil lies.
28.08.19
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Truth will not die, it always finds a way to be reborn.
Bury the truth and it will take root
deep within the earth it lives
Waiting for the time to sprout up and feed
upon the light shinning it's path forward
and onward, traveling as a whisper
in the wind . First softly as gentleness of a breeze
awaking emotions into the hearts of men,
suddenly Truth spreads as a wildfire
by winds of hurricanes in voices
of repressed and enslaved seeking
and fighting for freedom
lead by truth.
All men are created equal by the breathe of God
Liberty is not dream but a birthright
For truth wrestles the weary soul free
into a living spirit of justice and liberty
won by the spelled blood of fallen heroes
whose sacrifice shields all before present and future.
Truth lives for a world that hungers to hear it
to speak it, to see it, to feel it, to taste it to live it.
We are free for Truth lives.
The ask is silence, let’s see what it takes
To hush the blush of senses five
On flow of turbid thought, to apply brakes
Yet keeping awareness alive
Sipping nectar from heart’s bliss hive
These prerequisites require surrender
Choosing to shift from head to heart
Throb of magnetism, silent bliss thunder
Ignites on adding love to cart
Enabled, no sooner we start
To become as such, we must choose to shift
It’s not a game of make belief
With focus held firm, that we do not drift
We willingly turn a new leaf
At last offering soul relief
Bliss enabled but we’re still in realm dual
As yet enslaved by time and space
Though cravings of ego no longer rule
And we have slowed down our life’s pace
We’ve yet to see God, face to face
A time does come when we see ego die
Simply stated, it falls away
It is then we see, earth life is a lie
Beholding Self, as clear as day
A vibrant, pulsating sun ray
How still is our silence, if we’ve not seen
Truth of who we really are
Light of a thousand suns, is our soul’s sheen
Here within, not somewhere afar
Aflame, like a luminous star
What Does 1776 Mean to You?
Does it speak of freedom—
the year the United States was born,
its birth certificate
penned by none other
than Thomas Jefferson?
He wrote of liberty,
of unalienable rights,
that all are created equal,
yet kept others in chains,
refusing to see
the humanity
of his enslaved brothers and sisters,
while building a nation
upon their labor.
How can a man proclaim
that all are created equal,
yet deny that truth
to those he enslaves?
How can he claim liberty
while taking away another's?
How can he exploit their women,
then deny the children
born of those unions—
his own flesh and blood—
while declaring freedom
the birthright of all?
Enslaved no more, I ran to him; lovingly we embraced
His arms around me, I knew my feelings were not misplaced
We fell to our knees in pleasure, my gown slowly fell down
Exploring each other tenderly, true love we had found
His gentle hands upon my skin, I quivered with delight
Our magical union made the dark prison cell seem bright
A virgin was not “deflowered,” rose buds burst into bloom
As I caressed the broad smooth chest of my most ardent groom
Upon my Dragon Dragoons, we set off to my homeland
Across the captor's wastelands, empty of festering bland
Soon we approach my kingdom, majestic mountains of awe
Over rich greened glens and blue rivers, of pure by glacial thaw
Ahead, my castle so grand, built from granite of the Scots
To any others who invade my kingdom, forget me not
We are greeted by my people, cheering my maiden and I
In salute to her saving, a wedding is what they cry
From this revealing, erotic dream, I woke up breathless
Knowing the loving connection I’d felt was not senseless
A Scottish eagle soared over the Highlands searching
His long-sought dove waits on an American shore perching
But now it’s clear what had transpired and soon the two will meet
Across the Atlantic he’ll sail, his past-life love to greet
And as in Medieval times their passion will reignite
Their reconnected souls will embark on a future bright
True, Moses wrote of righteousness, one based upon the law.
But Paul proffered an alternate, eschewed the tragic flaw.
Salvation based on works alone: a concept misapplied.
For all, not most, have fallen short; to live thus was to die.
The argument that he put forth: the wage of sin is death.
The proof that all have fallen short: each takes a final breath.
The second Adam changed it all, met on Damascus Road,
His work, reduced to rubbish, trash, and kicks against the goads.
A righteousness that's based on faith asks not who will ascend;
See, Christ has come down to the world, and faith thus comprehends.
And neither does a right faith seek descent to the abyss,
For Christ has risen from the dead, a point some seem to miss.
A right faith knows the word is near, there in your mouth and heart,
Components of a saving grace, the twain shall never part.
For if you confess with your mouth that Jesus is the LORD,
Your heart believes God raised him up, salvation, faith's accord.
For heart's belief is justified, and mouth's confession saved,
And all those who believe in Him are thus no more enslaved.
For there is no distinction now between the Jew or Greek,
For the same Lord is Lord of all, shows grace to all who seek.
But how then will they call on Him in whom they've not believed?
And how shall they believe in Him, when ears have not received?
And how are they supposed to hear, unless someone will preach?
And how are they to preach the word unless they're sent to each?
How beautiful, the feet of those delivering good news!
Not all obey what they have heard, Isaiah thus once mused.
"Lord, who believed what he has heard from us?" the prophet said.
But faith comes through the word of Christ, its hearing raises dead.
Now faith by works indeed is true, a point I must not shirk,
But only faith that's placed in Him, rests in His finished work.
(from Romans 10)
Just pretend a baby in the womb isn't a baby at all
Just pretend America is evil and deserves to fall
Just pretend we have no borders and never complete the wall
Just pretend there is no crime and we don't enforce any laws
Just believe there is no God and the environment becomes religion
Just believe opposition is racist to keep people in division
Just believe in reckless spending our future enslaved by selfish decisions
Just believe in globalism while our people suffer improvised living
All the silly people staying dumb
to the truth they are numb
A fake president with fake news
the world imploding in shadows of blue
War is profit extinct the dove
preach hate forsake love
Boys are girls and girls are boys
grooming children for woke toys
Famine and fear grip the earth
false mandates controlled by virus birth
The rich get richer the poor do without
the elite only sow seeds of doubt
No more oil means no more food
with Build Back Better all will lose
Silly people obsessed with silly things
destroying the world by being insane.
Within this span, my thread lies frayed,
A tumbling start to aches untold.
Cracked thought births fractured serenade,
A stammered plea, a story old.
Six summers young, the tempest wakes,
Friends drift like leaves on autumn breeze,
A burden borne, no solace makes,
Broken I stand, beyond all ease.
The system’s hand, a distant grasp,
A father's gaze, that could not see,
The shattered self, behind the mask,
Only my mother knew the grief in me.
A laboratory life, a sterile cage,
Hospitals my haunt, my constant dread,
Yet, I claw onward, through life's rage,
Meds, a fleeting dream, now dead.
Each dawn, each dusk, the battle joined,
The elixirs fail, the hope departs.
In twenties lost, a promise coined,
Three years of grace, mend fractured hearts.
Then shadows fall, the truce undone,
The demons surge, the body's sway,
Physicians keen, but cures spun,
Forty-six years enslaved this way.
No balm to soothe, a chair's embrace,
Thousands in storms, my spirit bleeds,
Yet, I persist, with weary grace,
Though embers wane, I plant my seeds.
My odds may seem a cruel decree,
But victory's song, one day I'll find,
Despite the storm that batters me,
A triumph wrested, for my mind.
They raped, tortured, enslaved and brainwashed your forefathers
They them in such a way that they even hated who they were
They made them believe that only the white man's color is precious
They ended up trying by all means to be white
They started by speaking the white man's language
Used body lotions to change their color because it was too bad to be black
Now you start wondering why is it that we have black men bleaching
You also wonder why is it that we have black men speaking English
Stop wondering and listen to me black child
The white man no longer has anything he can use against you
He is now using you against you, you against you black child
They are now busy teaching you that black represents sorrow and bad luck
That's why you see people wearing blacks clothes when mourning
That's why you see people wearing white clothes when celebrating
And you don't see anything wrong about it
Because the white man is using his literature to feed your mind with his propaganda
And the sad part is that this is killing you mentally and spiritually
How can you be free when you believe that black is bad while you are black
Be careful with what you're feeding your mind with
Because belief is the power of an African
Black child the only weapons you have are your history and mind
Be proud, be strong, read books and keep this in mind
BLACK IS BEAUTIFUL, NOW WAKE UP BLACK CHILD