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Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change
People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.
People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names
The list could go on
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou,
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew
George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise
Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X,
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle,
But obviously greatness can be done.
We can rise above this stigma
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine
Martin Luther King,
and other gospel reared nonviolent communications leaders,
advocated for "Beloved Communities."
An important difference between Beloved and Opulent may have to do with integrity,
intimacy,
interior grace of sacred loved place
in opulent EarthTribe enriching space.
I hope that any ego-centering and re-centering relationship of love may become embraced by warmly interdependent ecosystemic surroundings, supporting bioregionally polycultural opulence,
resonance,
expanding out into sacred green and red and blue and yellow and orange and purple and turquoise non-violent resilience.
Opulent polyculturing communities learn to minimize win/lose competitive health risks by optimizing wealthy, resilient win/win opportunities.
Intent and planning and budgeting and cooperative design work
play mini-retreats to richly engage compassionate communication, verbal narratives, as residents feel safe in mutual transparency,
rooted in nonverbal beloved feelings, co-empathically polytheistic,
for and from wildly green wiki win/win womanist allies.
Emerging from chronically stressed, opulent pearls of indigenous wisdom, ancient sacred overwhelming waves of ecstatic emotions inspire today's interdependent opulent spell-binding synergetic experiences.
Jesus's Holy Spirit openly, quietly, shadow GoldenRules again.
Sacred experiences range from
middling win/lose images of stressed humane/divine relationships of passive mistrust;
then down through traumatic monoculturing, monotheistic, monopolistic stressed despairing lack of relationship;
and then soaring to heights of win/win beloved ego core soul centers and ecosystemic healthy and safe multicultural opulence.
An illusion of Beloved EgoPrivilege becomes mountainously hierarchical Yang from above, peak patriarchal-capitalist engorgement experience.
Meanwhile Opulent EcoParadise engages ecologically enthymematic regenerative tissues
with degenerative issues
unresolved by bipolar illusions against Yang's privileged autonomy, dominance,
like right handedness
and logical verbal mindedness
and not self-abandoned nakedness
cooperative pleasure
copassionate joy.
Written By: D. Collins 7/1/23
No one can re-write what I can regurgitate.
Which is being a Black Man in the United States.
Born and raised, so I bring it firsthand.
Only those in my shoes can feel where I am.
Does teaching of Pangaea land a parent in jail?
Speaking of Malcolm X, will it get you no bail?
Uttering Martin Luther King might get you the maximum?
In which time handed down includes your great, grandson?
Well, if I get locked up because they want me on the low.
Generations after me will have it long, before I go.
A lot of black students won't attend universities.
Because of wordsmithing it's called "Diversity".
There were only Black Souls who died clearing the fields.
Now, newcomers are stepping up to claim the yield.
Yeah, Li'L Homey, I'm here to tell you no lie.
As long as I'm living Black History won't die.
I will teach them of Jimi Hendrix, who played upside down.
Even give them a little taste of some Louie Armstrong.
I stand convicted, willing to do my time.
As long as Black History never dies....
If you were alive
In 1963
Do you recall
In the land of the free
Dallas 1pm
The death of a son
America's President
Another change, in the world had begun
Many years
Have passed since then
Trials and tribulations
We witnessed them
Martin Luther King
Reagan and Robert Kennedy
This human world
Failing humanitarian remedy
The shooting of the above
In this modern world
By shooters from where
For what did it serve
In 1969
Men stood on the moon
More Apollo heroes
Will return there soon
This modern America
Is called upon
Whenever there is conflict
Then tagged evil spawn
Their soldiers and others
In democracy fight
They come to your aid
All you return is blight
All you countries out there
In freedom cry
Should we leave you alone
To your internal fry
For the United States
Mighty and just
Will always be here
In God We Trust
Especially on this day, America unites for today and tomorrow.
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Form:
Come with me to nineteen sixty three
The year Pope John died and so did Kennedy
We saw Lawrence of Arabia with Peter O’Toole
Listened to It’s My Party and She’s a Fool
Last year for the Studebaker
Martin Luther King had a dream
Great train robbery in Buckinghamshire
Whatever Happened to Baby Jane made us scream
Skeeter thought it was The End of The World
Liberty Valance starred Stewart and Wayne
They were The Days of Wine and Roses
Cascades sang Rhythm of the Rain
Dion had Ruby Baby and Bobbie sang Blue on Blue
Dale and Grace were Leaving It All Up To You
Little Town Flirt and My Boyfriend’s Back
In My Little Deuce Coupe, we’ll go to the Sugar Shack
Ben Casey and Kildare were two television shows
Remember the Dixiebelle’s Down at Papa Joe’s
Two Faces Have I was sung by a guy named Lou
Roy said In Dreams he missed Blue Bayou
The USS Thresher sank and all were lost
Poets mourned the death of Robert Frost
Elvis said his girl was the Devil in Disguise
Bobby thought the Night had a Thousand Eyes
The Dodgers beat the Yankees four games to none
The Essex said It Was Easier Said Than Done
Da Doo Ron Ron and Then He Kissed Me were sweet
Ray Charles was Busted down on South Street
Mockingbird and Surfer Joe
Memories from long ago.
MLK day on every third Monday of January
Remember his sermons daily though you celebrate him annually
Before that balcony where the bullet sent his blood flowing like a stream
He had shared his famous words, "I have a dream."
He was no swindler looking for a benefactor
He was a visionary of a coming judgment by the content of character
Though through life his struggle never eased
He spoke of thankfully saying "If I sneezed."
The times were tense and highly racial
But today MLK's words are revered and held special
By all from all walks of life
To quell America anytime it's threatened with strife
Since then the colour of a man's skin is a little less sinister
But still far from the envisioned end of the baptist minister
The law says "equal" but perceptions linger of the otherwise
Many only suppress their hearts and wear pretence and disguise
The change of the atmosphere is yet to cause a change of hearts
Every verbal ceasefire being followed by some demeaning dart
If the God of Love inspired Dr. King
Disobeying evil law to entrench good without a spring
Then let God's moral standard be our guide
Let the law not give some too much to take in a stride
If God made them all and saw that it was good
Let not their appearance alter your mood
K. Muitherero.
Every time I plan to fly there is some disruption in the sky. Every time I plan to fly the eagle appears out of nowhere above the sky, flying at an altitude that cause everyone to be confused, several of them coming from the East jostling in the breeze searching for a place to land but they have to keep moving around, there is no space to land on the ground.
Today is Martin Luther King's Jr. day, England's bank holiday and summer tranquility in Japan. Some people are just going home with lots of jewelry and crowns, they seem to have enjoyed the trip, feasting on fish and chips but just when they are ready to go, they meet up on a traffic jam in the middle of the show and everything comes to a standstill, nothing is moving.
You can play your games on the street but destiny is concrete, what you say here doesn’t count; you must find your own jurisdiction where destiny is bound. If you board the plane to east, you might face a huge defeat; you must look where the traffic is flowing and where the birds are going.
If you are running in the wrong lane, they will drive; you insane and you will fall down on the track and break your sturdy back. You must study the heart of the game and you will never be ashamed.
Every time I plan to fly, I have to search for an alibi; I have to go around the world just to get out of this miserable town. I have to take a hundred and ten cab, change twenty-eight air plane, drive through 30 cities before I can board my plane.
This is a hard road; you have to bold, walk with courage in your right-hand and integrity in your left hand. You have got to map out a path before you plan to depart; the wind is not friendly but the sky is heavenly. When your timing is right you can make that sacrifice.
Every time I plan to fly I have to take off before sunrise, at this time I can view the city and delved into mankind’s sanctity.
There is no trouble at that time when I am at peace with the divine, everything just flows and I know which way to go. Every time I plan to fly, they put me on standby, I never get upset, I always sing because I know that the forces of nature are trying to tell me something.
Heaven could be like an infinite holiday
Without grief and the burden of war.
Without physical or emotional pain.
A family reunion every day.
Bathed in the purest light.
Manna nibbled from crystal plates.
Heaven could be like a tide pool.
A place where cracked limbs grow back.
Where hearts are gently put back into place.
Where children play on trampoline dreams.
Where everything is glazed in the spirit-Godspeed.
Heaven could be where secrets of being are revealed.
Where peace is accepted naturally.
Where sin is gleaned, rendering the soul pristine.
Heaven could be trimmed in cherub knickknacks.
Made from the messiahs' precious hands.
Heaven could be a place where you finally meet,
Leonardo -Vincent- Mother Theresa or Martin Luther King.
Heaven could be just a melting film reel, in an L.S.D dream.
Man-woven from the matter of everything and nothing.
“There is not a crime, there is not a dodge, there is not a trick, there is not a swindle, there is not a vice which does not live by secrecy.” - Joseph Pulitzer
There is something that few recognize,
But is transparent to many.
Kept in the dark and loyal to no one,
Hoping that nobody can find it.
It is a silent killer,
Swooping down on the smallest
Sense of innocence.
Give it an inch,
It goes a mile.
It is not an atomic bomb,
Nor the Bubonic Plague.
It is all in the slight notion
Of injustice.
~*~
“Injustice anywhere is a threat
To justice everywhere.
- Martin Luther King Jr.
¨being mistook we burnt the books
thoughts rest, we dwell in our heart’s nest
touched by spirits, our body shook
by God’s light blest as we undressed¨
book burning had always been quite the passion
of the powerful agencies of evil dictatorship
the truth was dangerous after all for the uninitiated
Martin Luther Erich Maria Remarque Bertold Brecht
Heinrich Heine Karl Marx The Bible and The Kama Sutra
all those dirty words filthy cognition and explicit pictures
guides to galaxies of pleasure fulfilment and joy
and yet thoughts are difficult to ban control and extinguish
undressed clarity and nudity liberate body and soul
as God made me I shall venture his path while the snake
can devour the apple as long I explore fig jam and delight
touched by Higher power and spiritual exuberance
a cigar does not need to remain a cigar when angels
from heaven cheer riding on the chariot’s cherry
and the emperor is left without clothes and no force
our nest is feathered with cinnamon bark of experience
and yet we play like innocent partner in nubile undress
when night casts its dormant spell and already exhausted
we relight our fire guided only by transcendent stardust
and the touch of all touches in our mutual embrace
a metamorphosis in deed and emotion and only God knows