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Rising Sun

We are left in the field, forced to labor the land.
Not one tool in hand shall feel wrath.
Yet the vines should fear presence.
We were lead to this point where darkness found.
The morning dew looked as if caught by surprise.
The steps leading to the potato patch, did not even lead to that.

We try to grasp an understanding, although I will not stand under anything given.
For bushels of fruit laced with serpents, seems like deja vu;
Blankets with chicken pox.
We was left in the field forced to labor the land.
Maybe cause my skin is dark instead of light skin.

We ponder in sleep what this supposes to mean.
We strive to move forward, although they push us back.
The willing will rise but what if they meet opposition.
Will they shrink under the skin, or stand boldly in the wind.

I read in between the lines, only noticing                                                                      
The only thing that is left is the lines without the n.
I am trapped in the belly of the beast,                                                                      
Called land of the free but we're taxed for everything.
How to escape this matrix, is the only way out is death.

For I will fight into my dying day, then I will go to hell and fight some more.
People never thought of us, as being black the giver of life.
They only stuck on the light I spread, so they can mix words up and serve it
To you backwards my friend.

Remember when you pray at night, we are waiting for you in the morning.
We stare through your windowpane.
We try to alleviate the pain; of the rain.
For us was in the beginning, along with the Asiatic black man.
As you see when you look at us, you staring at the melanin you see.
Just remember one thing without we, the earth would be bare.

This is the reason why birds salute, an educated black man,                                
For We are the twins of the Rising Sun.

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Lumina Cypher

The origins of light born through the dark velvet,
Linger in the outer stratospheres of air.
Reaching out to the cosmic bodies connecting,
Pure sources of energy.

Expanding with the birth of every living creature,
Exhale with the breaths of the sky.
The collision of mindless mass;
Sidetrack them on to an enlightened path.

For this journey will not be reached overnight,
Even light-years take time to travel
Although light is quicker then sound.
When it reached my heart is unknown,
It was hidden many times I searched the 4 chambers.

Locked away in the abyss from light,
Darkness; where it was found.
A bright light keeps all amused in this matrix,
For the ones who proclaim they speak the truth;
Won’t tell you the truth that they are speaking lies.

Leave you lost in the city of light,
With your mind locked on the beauty &
Materials of the ones suppose to have made it big.
For even though the Bentleys and Mansions
Seems to hold they spot in false happiness secured.
We are not privileged to see behind closed doors.

They say what's done in darkness will come to light,
Even though those that live in the light,
Will return to the true source of darkness.
Only to find out darkness is where the creation begin.

For in the beginning God said let their be light,
Even though for the conscious mass,
Light was present all the time.
For the light is what you make it,
But darkness is the origin of life itself.

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Dark Velvet

Splendored by the adoring swallows of pride,
Drifting away of the sunrays beneath the rivers tide.
Casting away shadows of the worm beneath the sea.
How could this be?

Waiting my whole life,
Waiting my whole life,
Never to reach the edge of life's canvas
Dark Velvet some calls it a shade of blue.

Some peers for a second and just calls it black,
I call it the origins of all civilizations.
I call it moor even though most see it as an opening,
For you not to noticed your true culture makes my heart sore.

We are divided by society,
Split up in our own catorgory of race.
You believe in the bible,
Yet still don't believe everyone is only one race.

The knowledge poured upon divine books,
Was only gold and diamonds stolen deep from our land.
Trying to keep us lost in space,
Using egyptian names upon the creatures of star wars.

I am the light fire is what you seek,
For in the rain I won't go out.
Only if you come to me humble and meek,
I will show you the road of enlightment.

Only if you seriously seek knowledge,
Seek me with all intents.
For I will only stay distant,
If thy wisdom don't know your face.

For you must study to show your self approved,
Don't mean you have to pay money to go to school.
For seeking your own knowledge,
Deep in your spirit will you find the pure me.

So wrap your self up in my felted flesh,
As im the spirit for which you are living.
For if you continue to walk with the mindless mass,
I will leave you in your empty space.

As I flow away with the current of knowledge,
I could have been your personal Dark Velvet canvas.

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Pure

My intentions are virgin as falling snow,
Clear as the country air blows.
Divine in all intent praying
For the ones that who are hell bent.

I see through the glass
That is not there.
I see the dream that was never dreamed.
Overstanding is an aquired taste.
You confused from glancing at my orignal face.

Speaking a tongue that was never heard,
Making sounds that are not words.
Seeing places from 10,000 miles away,
Like I was just there yesterday.

Talking to you without a phone,
Easily said then done from a differant state.
Trully exquisite without an email,
How it was done only time will tell.

Pure as the book that was never writen,
Pure as the knowledge never touched.
Deep within a tomb is where I rest,
Covering the walls and the pharoahs chest.

A thousand years still uncovered,
Like the abyss of the ocean floor never caressed.
Holding thoughts all to myself,
That my mind don't know only my spirit.

If you was connected from the inside you could hear it.
Even though you are not trully intouch with your spirit.
Hug felt through the night time air,
Searching for her but noone is there.

Living off a country road,
My nearest neighbor is 5 miles away.
I till my own land and farm everyday.
No artificail flavors or perservatives.

Now they wonder for 250 years how did I live,
A secret that will be never told.
For secrets only a mute can unfold.
The pictures only a blind man can see.

Please don't think I am conceited,
Just because I don't want you to hold me.
I love to cuddle when the time is right,
Only the thoughts of you I want to keep....
Pure!