I suppose we had it coming

Just Say No-2Censored but never silenced.  The voice of reason has been charged with treason.  This experiment has gotten out of control and we as the control group have never been told these random acts are no more random than the pretendence of equality therefore hypocrisy and democracy become the same thing and you and I merely a ssn now a commodity bought sold and traded as Dow Jones oddity I suppose we had it coming, gullible soldiers on the front lines tired of running, how many lives would it take for masses to wake they are gearing up and we will be out gunned the question is what you gone do when there is no where and I mean no where left to run?

a prayer before waking

Praying Hands-4Softly but before silence, I whisper your existence and you find me in the midst of waking. You remind me that no longer should I blindly ache for the kiss of lips to define me.  Above all this is bliss where sublime be but without you all my dreaming is behind me. So before I wake to face this damaged day I say a prayer before waking…Amen

Silence will not save us

Mtrix_pillsThe things we hold sacred have been lost to the matrix; blue pill or red.  We have all been misled.  Silence will not save us, long been sold, long been bred but they now no longer need us – read the book of the dead.  So they wonder while we wait, what will become of our fate in the land of milk and honey what will they do without no money?  How do we watch the world decay and pretend it’s the only way? If you knew the truth of what life meant would you take the blue anyway?

AfricaInWords

I merely speak poetically

Moms&Pops-4How do things so easily go over your head?  I could see if i were speaking a different language or even in tongues or some sort of Ebonics vernacular not known to everyone.  I merely speak poetically, which translates to the heartbeat rhythm becoming sound and if u never stop to listen, you will never feel the sun nor the moon nor earth nor the life sustaining water that springs forth from your sacred space. Stop imagining all these superficial things and trust that you made it through. Stop giving others credit and know that you are the source of all power as long as you believe it true. Stop letting them control and devour the force hidden deep within you.  Trust that you know secrets that they will never see through but use your powers for good because there is divinity in you beneath this flesh, bone and blood lies a soul ever aching, waiting to be born

of that which i had cursed…

how do i please thee

so easily blue

so quick to eruption

yet painfully true

her heart bares a silence

that is soulfully new

creatively mischief

how did i become the fool

fought so long to find favor

what i found was a friend

one to laugh at all my anger

not as mockery

but to show the hypocrisy

of that which i had cursed

for in my misery

she would cling to me

while convincing me

of my worth

so i thank her with my verse

and as a poet that is my death

all the flesh and blood that I have left…

I Thank You

As we wonder back in time

Remembering the moment when our eyes met, our souls touched we kissed in each others silence for the very first time neither of us knowing that this would be the bliss that we all but missed our first times around. As we wonder back in time broken hour glass sublime trampled tulips spring to mind as our hearts begin to find space to regenerate and combine beating rhythmically through time…if only i would have said hello

do we die for nothing…

what is it in our remembrance that reminds us to forget with so many trying to remind us is it in our better interest to reflect on a hurtful angry history or how we have overcome better yet how do we claim victory in a battles they create:  do  we die for something, do we die for nothing or do we turn and run or do we pretend that we belong mimic his actions so closely that we believe that we are one  and all who are not have not proven themselves worthy to lay at his throne pull up them boot straps brotha our time has come except in freedom, equality and justice for everyone …what is it in our remembrance that reminds us to forget?