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  MESSAGE IN A GLASS BOTTLE
HERE'S A MESSAGE IN A GLASS BOTTLE
LIFE IS LIKE A GAME PARALLEL TO PLAYING LOTTO
HERE'S GOOD NEWS – I BRING THE TEACHINGS
OF THE GOSPEL
MADE A BEAT FOR SO YOU COULD ROCK TO
READ CLOSE AND UNDERSTAND
ALL WHICH I SHOW YOU
HMM, IT'S FUNNY HOW PEOPLE EXPRESS
THEIR LOVE FOR YOU
FRIENDS GATHER WITH ENEMIES
AS THEY LAUGH AND MOCK YOU
WHILE THEY PLOT TO ROCK YOU
IF IT'S NOT  THE GOVERNMENT THEN
IT'S GREEDY CORPORATIONS
THAT TRY TO STOP YOU
LETS PAUSE FOR A MINUTE
WATCH WHAT THE WORLD HAS COME TO
LOST BROTHERS WANNA CHRIS WALLACE
AND TUPAC SHAKUR YOU
CHECK IT I GOT SOMETHING SPECIAL FOR ALL OF YOU
CHAPTER 13 VERSES 41 TO 42
AS WRITTEN IN MATTHEW
WITH FIRE AND FLAME GOD WILL DESTROY YOU
FROM ALL MY SECRET ENEMIES TO THE FOOLS
THAT CHOOSE TO BETRAY ME
AND PLEASE DON'T PRETEND 
WHEN YOU AND I BOTH KNOW
DEEP DOWN INSIDE YOU REALLY DON'T LIKE ME
I SEE THEM THEY SEE ME
I KNOW WHO THEY ALL BE- BELIEVE YOU ME
AS WRITTEN IN PSALM 2 YOU SHOULD LOVE ME
BUT INSTEAD YOU REJECT ME
MAY WE ALL REPENT AND REQUEST FORGIVENESS
FROM THE ALMIGHTY
BEFORE THE GREAT DAY OF
JUDGEMENT AND MISERY
I THANK YOU GOD FOR WALKING AND PROTECTING ME
IN THE PRESENCE OF MY ENEMIES YOU CONTINUE TO BLESS ME
THROUGH THE SPIRIT OF DAVID
YOU SPOKE YOUR PRECIOUS WORDS TO ME
IN PSALM 91 YOU SHOWED YOUR LOVE FOR ME
YOUR CREATION IS BEAUTIFUL BUT THE WORLD IS FILLED
WITH CHAOS AND  MISERY
DO A SEARCH ON ESSIAC YOU'LL
FIND THE TREATMENT FOR CANCER AND HIV
DUE TO JEALOUSY LOOK WHAT HAPPENED TO ME
CHICKEN BONES FOUND HIDDEN IN A CLOSET
NOW WHO WOULD DO SUCH A THING TO ME
NONE OTHER THAN MY COUSIN CALLED FAMILY
WITH THE HELP OF SOME NEIGHBORS FROM HAITI
MY LIFE BECAME MORE THAN A MYSTERY
BUT BY THE BLOOD OF JESUS I USE MY KEYS OF AUTHORITY
LUCIFER BY THE POWER OF YAHWEH MAY THE ARCHANGEL MICHAEL
BIND YOU AND CAST YOU IN HELL
TO THE BOTTOMLESS PIT
I COMMAND YOU TO FLEE FROM ME
CANT BELIEVE THEY REALLY TRIED TO PUT A HEX ON ME
HA HA I LAUGH THEIR MAGIC WON'T LAST
BUT THAT'S NOT THE HALF CAUSE RUMOR HAS IT
SOMEONE DONE PASSED IT THAT I WENT MAD AND CRAZY
AND TO THE LOST THAT MAY ALL BE
BUT THE TRUE REALITY ALL THE NEGATIVITY IS WHICH
ACTUALLY MADE ME -  CITIGROUP FIRED ME
RIGHT BEFORE THE BIRTH OF MY BABY
LOST MY JOB THEN LOST MY LADY
DREAMS DEFERRED BUT BY THE BLOOD OF CHRIST
GOD SAVED ME -
FROM DEATH TO LIFE THE HOLY SPIRIT RAISED ME
NOTHING THE DEVIL COULD DO COULD ACTUALLY FAZE ME
PEOPLE IN THE HOOD ACTING ALL STRANGE AND SHADY
ALLAH I CAN'T BELIEVE SO MANY REALLY HATE ME
CAN'T BELIEVE SO MANY ACTUALLY DESPISE ME
NEVER KNEW MY DAD ONLY KNEW A MAN THAT
SAID HI TO ME I FORGIVE HIM BUT THIS IS SO SAD TO ME
THIS IS NOT A DIS TO US BUT TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT US
IT'S LIKE SATAN GOT A TIGHT GRIP ON US
JUST TO SURVIVE IN THIS DEMONIC WORLD
SOME OF US SELL CRACK OR ANGEL DUST
OTHERS IMITATE SELL OUTS THAT CALL THEMSELVES THUGS
AND I HATE THESE UNCLE TOMS THAT SHOW US NO LOVE
IMAGINE UNITY BETWEEN THE CRIPS AND THE BLOODS
NO MORE VIOLENCE EVERYBODY LIVING IN LOVE 
WIPE AWAY THAT FOOLISHNESS YOU A GOD NOT  A THUG
WE UNDER SURVEILLANCE THEY GOT US TAPPED AND BUGGED
PHONE TAPS, PICTURE SNAPS ALL DESIGNED FOR THE PRIVACY ACT
NOT ENOUGH JOBS BUT CONGRESS PASS LAWS TO LOCK US UP
IT'S BEEN 400 YEARS COME ON ENOUGH IS ENOUGH
6,000 YEARS SATAN YOUR TIME IS UP 
THE SYSTEM WAS DESIGNED TO KEEP US IN SLUMS
FALSE PREACHERS AND EDUCATION TEACHERS
KEEP US LOST AND DUMB
I WROTE THIS FOR THE OLD ESPECIALLY THE YOUNG
I QUOTE SCRIPTURES FROM THE HOLY BIBLE & THE HOLY QU'RON
I STUDY SURAH'S AND PSALMS
I SPEAK TO THE UNIVERSE MAKE THUNDER
SOUND LIKE THE FALLING OF BOMBS
HEAR ME CLEARLY AS I SAY THIS BOLD AND BLATANTLY
NO WEAPON FORMED AGAINST ME SHALL DO ME NO HARM
ALMIGHTY JEHOVAH I PRAY THAT ALL MY ENEMIES
PERISH AND BE GONE
AS I GO FOR THE GLORY FATHER MAY YOU SEND THEM A STORM
BEFORE WE GOTO THE KINGDOM WE MUST ALL BE REBORN
BACK TO AFRICA TO THE HEART OF THE HORN
CAN'T YOU SEE THAT AMERICA IS GONE
SHE WON'T LAST
MAY THE DEAD IN CHRIST WAKE UP FAST
AS THE ALMIGHTY GRANT US THE VICTORY
THIS IS NOT BLASPHEMY IT'S MORE LIKE FULFILLMENT OF PROPHECY
THROUGH ALL MY TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS
I SEND THIS MESSAGE TO SATAN
OH PRINCE OF DARKNESS YOU WILL SURELY LOSE
NO LONGER SHALL YOU RULE I JUST GAVE
THE LOST CHILDREN THE CLUES
SO BY THE POWER OF THE MOST HIGH EL SHADDAI
FROM KING DAVID TO KING HAILE SELASSIE
TILL THE END WE RIDE TILL THE END WE SHALL NEVER DIE
ALLAH AH AKBAR   -- HALLELUJAH
 
 
GOD Is Like...

God is a little like General Electric He lights you path.
God is a little like Bayer Aspirin He works wonders.

 God is a little like Hallmark Cards He cared enough
to send the very best.
 God is a little like Tide He gets out the stains
 that others leave behind.
God is a little like Alberto VO-5 Hair Spray He
 holds through all kinds of weather.

 He works wonders.

God is a little like Dial Soap
 Aren't you glad you know Him?
 Don't you wish everyone did?

God is a little like Sears He has everything.
 God is a little like Alka Seltzer Oh, what a relief
 He is!
God is a little like Scotch Tape You can't see Him
but you know He's there!
 God is a little like The Copper Top Battery Nothing0
 can outlast Him.
 God is a little like American Express Don't leave
 
 
HOW'D YOU GET SO BIG TODAY
BY KHAZM
 

The riddle thieves, the hobbit in motion seized,

The black jeans creased at the knees an sleeves.

The tag teams dreams with Lee.

The American scheme slammed the Giant,

And became an intercontinental riot..

Before Fcc compliant, when mix tapes was fire,

My environment never expired,

K-FOX an Mix supplied it.

Now whats this,

The five sences as one,

The responsibility begun,

The kingdome come

To know the ledge, K-12 to know the head

Fundemental math with fish cash,

Divide an multiply with my stash.

 

Little things, howd you get so big today,

You  used to be big before you went away,

I know, I know, id forget you at times

But then you come back to put me in line.

Little things, howd you get so big today,

You  used to be big before you went away,

I know, I know, id forget you at times

But then you come back to put me in line.

 

The monitoring of insects I’d collect

in Fisher Price barns of neglect, I’d inspect.

Under the deck of the old house,

An pay debt to grandpa as I draw dragons claws, sharp gaping jaws,

With no flaws I thought I knew it all, till I got taught the laws

Of point perspective and visual conceptions,

I made the connection but didnt get the real lesson.

Til the AIS sessions, got me stressing

I be so blind to not see the signs

Little thing you get me everytime.

 

Little things, howd you get so big today,

You  used to be big before you went away,

I know, I know, id forget you at times

But then you come back to put me in line.

Little things, howd you get so big today,

You  used to be big before you went away,

I know, I know, id forget you at times

But then you come back to put me in line.

 

The summer breeze, the ocean and the trees,

The block parties with the whole family.

The auboritum walks with long simple talk.

The art on the block when its hot with the chalk,

Before my travels, before time unravels.

Before the battles and before I was rattled.

You were so beautiful, but then you went away.

Because I thought so big, you just could not stay

 

Little things, howd you get so big today,

You  used to be big before you went away,

I know, I know, id forget you at times

But then you come back to put me in line.

Little things, howd you get so big today,

You  used to be big before you went away,

I know, I know, id forget you at times

But then you come back to put me in line.

 

 

 

 

 
The Stand
written by crystal cartier

Three Queens One Knight
Brought together for a fight
An evil curse consumed the land
The enemy was no mortal man
The Queens were Courage, Love & Wisdom
But none alone could save the kingdom
The Knight corrupted
his heart grown cold
weak & disgusted
no self control
He stumbled in the darkness
ranting at the sky
It seemed God had forsakened them
The mad Knight asked Him... “Why?”

A bolt of lightning struck him down
As he lay crumpled on the ground
Queen Love came to tend his wounds
Queen Wisdom explained God’s Golden Rules
Queen Courage forced him to get up

The three Queens formed a healing cup
Queen Wisdom said...
We brought this curse upon ourselves
By giving into Greed we have failed... Love
Love is kind but not weak
Love needs Courage
Wisdom speaks
to the heart ... to the mind
Each requires Patience & Time
Together the Queens made a Sword
to help the Knight fight the Dark Lord
banishing darkness from the Land
with Courage, Love & Wisdom
the cured Knight won The Stand.

© 6/1/03
 
Apathy
Written by Crystal Cartier


Can you still feel sympathy
for the suffering of your brother?
Maybe, you empathize
having been there one time or another.
But, when we refuse to act
out of empathy or sympathy
Passively, we’re selfishly
guilty of apathy
Today, I missed a blessing
Because of wounded pride
I refused to turn the other cheek
& forgive the tears I’d cried
But Lord, I’m begging you to forgive me
I know that I was wrong
I want to be like Jesus
But, I am not that strong
I fall short more often
Than I would like to own
Somehow Satan gets next to me
& I reflect the hate I’m shown
Sometimes I get so angry
I want to scream & shout
Then, I calm myself
As I remember
what Life is all about.
Life is full of choices
Choices guide us from Life’s start
But, I’ve learned to grow from bad choices
Lord, you know my heart.
I’m counting on your Grace
for this your wayward child
I appreciate this moment for us to talk awhile
Please fill my heart with Love
Unclench my angry fist
Soothe my troubled brow
Cross apathy off my list.
Keep thoughts of revenge from soiling
my Life in any way
Bless me with a forgiving heart
Move Satan out of my way
Give me the strength to bear
the burdens that I must
Protect me from temptation
vanity, greed & lust
Give me the resources necessary
to exercise Empathy & Sympathy
Give me the courage to assert your Will
& banish Apathy.

© Love Story


 
 
The Angry White Man
Written by Crystal Cartier

The angry white man is a pretty cool dude.
He speaks his mind & assertively tells his truth
Due to an inherent sense of importance he’s not terribly worried about being
rude
He simply maintains decorum to avoid being sued.
You see, from his perspective
He’s getting a raw deal.
From his perspective....he’s right.
We know just how he feels.
But, the wheels are in motion
Yeshua is The Driver
Poor & Black people couldn’t stop it if they tried
Dollarmites refuse to get any better
The sins of the fathers are being visited upon the sons
Comparably....due to those sins...his life has been a comfortable one.
He continues to lay the spoils of his conquests
at the feet of England’s Queen
He’s a Christian Knight of the Round Table
A mixture of John Wayne & Steve McQueen
Tossed with Cary Grant & Clark Gable to boot
Archie Bunker, James Dean & Elvis
Rush Limbaugh & Groucho Marx in a mulligan stew
A charming chap... A Gentleman... A down to earth kinda guy.
That caters to his family & enjoys mom’s homebaked Apple Pie.
The angry white man is a hardworking fellow.
He’s fair by his standards
His spine is not yellow
“What’s up Dude? How’s it hanging? Who are we banging today?”
to make plenty money...for my brand of Honey... & all of my bills to pay?”
“We work harder than Niggers, it just doesn’t figure...why the lazy bastards
complain.”
“They want something for nothing. But, I tell you something...”
“They don’t deserve a damned thing!”
It’s a simple fact... No more than that...Black people are simply inferior.
White people rule because we play by Life’s rules
Survival of the fittest... The spoils rightfully belong to the Winner.
For Christsake, if they’d only get off their arrogant collective asses
& acquire some assets.... Then, reach back to help their own people...”
If, they’d simply take care of their families... that would lower our taxes.”

“Why should we pay them full wages when their minds are so feeble?”
“If all niggers would die... a happy man would be I.”
“Then, how sweet my life could truly be.”
“I wouldn’t have to listen to hostile niggers complaining about affirmative
action
or weeping & singing about overcoming & being free!”
The average white man doesn’t control the whole world
He’s simply trying to control his little corner
Respect his perspective. For he’s well protected.
Fighting to preserve his way of life & his honor
His empire is crumbling....His prestige is tumbling
Still, he refuses to repent or atone
He will not surrender... his position or legal tender
He’s a Viking warrior that takes care of his own
Have patience. Win his respect... If, not his love.
Remember Love always conquers...Have faith in God above.
Forgive him & have pity on him if you can.
Destiny will handle the angry white man

© Love Story
 
 
It began in afrika
 
BY John Rostance

Within my soul, within my mind,
There lies a place I cannot find.
Home of my heart. Land of my birth.
Smoke-coloured stone
and flame-coloured earth.
Electric skies. Shivering heat.
Blood-red clay beneath my feet.
At night when finally alone,
I close my eyes-and I am home.
I kneel and touch the blood-warm sand
And feel the pulse beneath my hand
Of an ancient life too old to name,
In an ancient land too wild to tame.
How can I show you what I feel?
How can I make this essence real?
I search for words in dumb frustration
To try and form some explanation,
But how can heart and soul be caught
In one-dimensional written thought?
If love and longing are a "fire"
And man "consumed" by his desire,
Then this love is no simple flame
That mortal thought can hold or tame.
As deep within the earth's own core
The love of home burns evermore.
But what is home? I hear them say,
This never was yours anyway.
You have no birthright to this place,
Descendant from another race.
An immigrant? A pioneer?
You are no longer welcome here.
Whoever said that love made sense?
"I love" is an "imperfect" tense.
To love in vain has been man's fate
From history to present date.
I have no grounds for dispensation,
I know I have no home or nation.
For just one moment in the night
I am complete, my soul takes flight.
For just one moment ... then it's gone
and I am once again undone.
Never complete. Never whole.
White skin and an African soul.
 
OURSELVES
BY Giri/CHARGE
To become fearless,
and face these future days.
We must investigate ourselves,
To manifest change.
The only war that needs to be fought,
is LOVE vs. HATE.
To walk the righteous path,
No one is ever late.
Our present situation,
it has been described.
The root of tribulation,
Is now identified.
Clearly the writing is written on the wall,
That WE possess the power,
to OVERCOME IT ALL !  Live up....

 
If  We
Must Die (1919)":
BY Claude McKay

 "If we must die, let it not be like hogs
   Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
  While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,
  Making their mock at our accursed lot
   If we must die, O let us nobly die,
  So that our precious blood may not be shed
   In vain; then even the monsters we defy
   Shall be constrained to honor us though dead!

   O kinsmen!  we must meet the common foe!
   Though far outnumbered let us show us brave,
  And for their thousand blows deal one deathblow!
    What though before us lies the open grave?
  Like men we'll face the murderous, cowardly pack,
    Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!"


 
 
The News Ain't News
revised from an old poem written circa late 70s
.

by
Marvin X

The News Ain't News
ain't nothin but the blues
flash
Baghdad
Bombs fall as call to prayer heard on CNN
flash
Negro named Bey killed in helicopter
wife recognized number on copter
Bey told wife he wasn't coming back
"Bey"  indicates a follower of Noble Drew Ali
precursor of the Honorable Elijah Muhammad
Bey was in the tradition of Prophet Ali
he had a prophetic understanding of his fate for serving the devil.
flash
news ain't news, ain't nothing but the blues
American media in bed with the military
suckin general tommy frank's dick for news
glorifying mass murder
forever defining  ultimate profanity and obscenity
desecrating objectivity with love of shock and awe
flash
bush runs to camp david to smoke crack with niece
gets drunk with twin daughters
in weekly radio address
asks american people to pray for him
flash
news ain't news, ain't nothing but the blues
colin powell's son made head of FCC
no wonder news ain't news, ain't nothing but the blues
flash
when antiwar rally comes to Fillmore, negroes hide inside houses
flash
after hearing Marvin X read poem at rally
white woman tells poet, "And they can kiss my black motherfuckin ass too."
news ain't news, ain't nothing but the blues.
flash
the Democratic People's Republic of America
removes broadcast rights of ABC, NBC, CBS, CNN, NPR
as enemies of the people and glorifiers of lies and debauchery.
flash.
 
PROPHETS SAW IT COMING
Prophets saw it coming, and now it has arrived, a global suffocation, that cannot be denied.
Clearly the writing was written on the wall, but we ignored the signs to sustain peace of mind. 
I see the youth on a daily victimized, these tears I drop are real, I will not close my eyes.
Humanity must be solidified, Spread peace to one and all
Then Babylon will fall...Love& Respect Forward,

Giri/CHARGE      

 

 
Who Stole my Urban Subtlety (4 Jam Master Jay)
by C. Liegh McInnis


Who stole my urban greeting--
a stone face bent backwards at d neck
w/a sudden elevated snap?
Who stole my understated point--
my one quarter smile,
my slight tilt of d head,
hand stretched outward & freely

2 espouse another’s w/a
slap, a clutch, & a pop.
Who stole d beat from my box?
Who stole my man from the moon--
my knight n blue jean & leathered armor,
wearing a black brim cuirass
w/a wireless sword,
marchin’ n time w/boots by Adidas?
Who picked from my pocket
what [i] had 4 my pleasure?
Who ate off my plate
my meal pieced 2gether w/samples
of remnants dat were 1st cooked by me,sils.
Who stole d colors of my rainbow
only 2 resale me red as crimson, purple as lavender
& black as a mangled mesh of perversion?
Who stole 1 of my rivers,
runnin’ thru an ocean of despair--
my conductor of sound,
weavin’ his colorful tapestries,
my musical troubadour of nfinite tones,
my drum-majoghetto?
Who stole my Hollis nite light,
my security blanket of
grooves dat protected me from
d Boogie Man of Poverty?
Who stole d wind pusd river
d beat pushin’ d rhyme?
Will Fisher Price make a
My First Turn Table?
Does Parker Bros. have a
Run-DMC kit w/Jam Master Jay
Accessory ncluded?
Who will wipe Chuck D’s heavy tears
weighted w/d salted Truth dat Bl
 
ack men die early.
Who will find d Sandman who caught us nappin’,
snatchin’ like d perpetual predator dat he his
our flickerin’ hope of ordered noise.

Who is supposed 2 warn Paul Revere--
d dj/poet on horseback ridin’ thru d streets
nformin’ us of d attackin’ hard times dressed as
Red Coats, budget cuts & people who talk 2 much.
Who stole d cornerstone of d church--
d organ player whose fiery fingers
beckoned us 2 cum as we r
& conjured God n ways 2 deep 4
non-spiritual critics who carry funk compendiums?
Who stole our us
& left more Blues than Bluesmen...
====================================================
The beauty of Run-DMC was that they confirmed the beauty of their people.


They caused us to remember that your humanity is not defined by your
conditions but by your reaction to your conditions. Today, too many young
African American artists act like they are the first generation to be poor,
oppressed and hated, and their ideology, expressed through their art, wants
to justify the loss of their own humanity on their situation. Run-DMC’s
legacy demands us to understand Paul Laurance Dunbar, Claude McKay, Langston
Hughes--demands us to understand that Black people have refused to allow
their oppressor’s inhumanity to define us. In fact, the proof of our humanity
has been our humane reaction to our inhumanitions. As Hughes wanted to
make himself a world, so did Run-DMC choose to rework and refashion a world
for their benefit and not for their detriment. However, the real tragedy is
that my words only come after Run-DMC loses its heart. Instead of giving him
his flowers while he was alive, once again another Black Knight will fall
without us having used his light to refashion the world that we need.

C. Liegh McInnis is a panelist at the SACSA Conference Town Forum on November
3, 2002 in Biloxi, Mississippi at the Grand Hotel. The panel will be
discussing the history and significance of signs and symbols in American
culture, using the Confederate Flag as its object of discussion.
___________________________________________________
Kujichagulia (KOO-GEE-CHA-GOO-LEE-YAH) - So that we will remember
that it is we -- not other people, places, things or events -- that shape and
determine our present and our futures. "You Must Come Home To Your Own"
 

Author Unknown

 

ABUBADKA "Sonny" CARSON: The Passing of a Warrior 
Date:   Sun, 5 Jan 2003 13:44:55 -0800

EULOGY FOR MY MAIN MAN
by
Amiri Baraka


What A Cold World This Place Be!
Be that way till we free!
What a thing-cold world it is
To be like this and here
Where it always be some other
Nutha, fu'tha', ugly to this
To just the other day.
One of our most get-down brothers
A life of unrelenting struggle
Against American Nazi's
 Been  taken away.
         
      Leaves us, w/o  Rob Williams, Malcolm or King
Or Stokely or long gone Adam. They set
A trap for Rap & 9 Negroes sent him over!
You want to feel the ugly slavery bug
Still inside us, to kill a man who fought all
His life for you.
                           Now, Sonny Too, (who the Negroes
Never recognized, that's part of the reason they Negroes)
Sonny too, Bubadika,  of the straight up, OK, I can dig it, Right
On, tip, you ever dig him with his
Walking stick, a talking stick our Indian
Family call it, for striding up & down

A Brooklyn man, Educated as Sonny
Carson, in the Badman's Land. Who
Was  even as youth, a warrior, wd get down
With you, whatever way
We had too.
                I met  him 30-40 years ago,
We hooked up when Rev Sharpton was studying
To become the national President
Of the James Brown Fan Club, when
Them dudes you saw in Sonny's flick
Was still on the street, with fur
Collar jackets, and walking sticks,
& broke down "Stingies", & war cries,
& mocked the cops, when "Bop"  also  meant
 war, a ghetto industry of hip & zip

We was in the street, Amina, them
Dudes and Sonny, a thousand strong
When Claude Reese was wasted in
The cellar for hanging crepe paper for a
Party & 666 tasted his 14
Year old life away, from that murder
Time, till the evening of his funeral
Day,  the streets bulged with
Antagonistic contradiction, U.S. democracy always
A fiction, and in the streets
That night, a thousand Black & Puerto Rican Hermanos.Negro y
Moreno y Amarillo, Ready to turn
The world out, ready to force Evil
To Cease, in the name of Claude Reese!

And Yeh, the Pigs were there, fixing
Us all in their dangerous stare,
Obsessed w/ their impotence they wd
Murder us all to keep the world
From making sense


And Bubadika wd slide  thru
There, (remember the last scene in "The Education
Of Sonny Carson)  like the sun cd be carried
In a car, round midnight
The streets on fire, we always see better
In that light.

But "Peace, be still",  like it's
Coming from high on a Hill, and the
Brothers stayed, ready but unafraid
Behind the dictum, the War Lord
Gone Political, like Mao's Chu Teh
Had delivered at the end of that day.
"It's protracted, we got time, don't
waste no lives on this blue skin
Slime!"
It was Bubadika, the Bad,
Who first hipped me to Negroes
Posing as Garveyites, & pimps
Posing as revolutionaries.

 Remember
His man, Jim Cuffee, black
From way back, calmly dangerous to
The racist rule, sd,"  Make sure to  get yr own
And if they God don't bless you,
Put one look like you
On His throne!"
Was he bad, Sonny, Bubadika?
(To rush forward, to rise up, to
Explode!")

Who strode with an
Interior light flashing from his soul
Anything described him
Had to say, bold.

Like this boy ask the brother
Why he was anti Semitic, &
Sonny's reply made the interlocutor
Look pathetic. "What? Why
You wanna take me there &
Make me only microscopically Lethal.
It ain't no special ones. I hate
All white people!"

OH! OH! Why the brother say that.
Just to show the jive outerviewer
Was using a question to lie
Through his hat!

Sonny hated lies and Negroes in
Disguise. He hated racism, white
Supremacy. Wd fire us up,
"No Justice No Peace", in the streets,
On the bridges, he cd raise us
Like from Sonny to Bubadika
Combine the rage of the street
The self determination of the
Oppressed Black Nation.
Like that time
In Bed Sty, after the beast
Had murdered Louis Baez

We aint gonna let it rest
What Sonny and Rev Daughtry sez!
And being with them made us equally
Bad. Like this brother took this illegal
Plastic night stick that a coward policeman had.
Brother say, "The trouble with you
Is you ain't never met a Man before! For real!
And the police slunk back through  the precinct door.

He Cd scream us in to action
When he was Sonny, became another kind
Of leader, a revolutionary speaker,
Reincarnated as Bubadika.

Even in those last days, he
Wd always show
When you put out the call,
Still Black, confident, nay arrogant, as Fire.
Still on it, up against it
Near 70, he still looked strong.
His passion cd not grow thin.

Hey, Brother, come help with Ras'
Election and there he was, with
a well seasoned band, no our man
wd show, that was Sonny, Bubadika.
Yeh, it was him!

Celebrate this Brother, Call
Has name whenever your commitment
Start to get lame! Say, "Hey Sonny!
Sonny Carson! War Lord gone Political
Don't ever go away. Hey, Sonnnnnn--eeeee!"

Keep calling & if he don't growl
& laugh & talk bad about some
Racist white folks and backward
N-words, we used to call 'em
Niggahs
then you ain't put out a call for
the real
Bubadika!

Hail, Brother, Be always with us
 like yrself
The Sun, our Blood -Black Soul, fill us
Forever with fire! Let us all
Be like you, one terrible
Warrior, one dynamite Black
Liberation Fighter & Speaker, Let us
Rise over head, to be with you, soul brother,
War Lord gone political,  let us
Be, Oh struggling Black nation,
If we want to be free
As fierce in this rumble with the beast
Is his jungle, as bad as he,  as bad as  Sonny
 As bad as our man,  Bubadika!  Like a  War Lord
Gone political !
                                                             
Been Whited-Out?
Been White-Washed?
Then you may be on TheBlackList!


AMIRI BARAKA
                                                                      
 

The most potent weapon of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed"
Steve Biko

"MY STORY"

Upon becoming
disillusioned, disenchanted
and disbelieving
of
his story
I finally came home
and
blacked my story
never again
to
sleep in the silence
of
submission, subordination
and subjugation

broken conditioning
consumed control
consciously converting
shackled chains
of
sanctioned servility
into the
studied freedom of reality
recycling truth
robbed from my existence

Reality
purging impurities
of imperfections
strategically and proficiently
programmed and pounded
inside my mind
through
generations of time

by
inferior forces
of
governing genetic mishaps
who
sadistically steal
cultured worlds
for games of greed
and
conquering control
of our
Ancestors creations

fanatical freaks
of nature
who
nourish violence
against nations
skillfully feeding
white supremacy
capitalized
financing
a dirty deal

and

as I
began to understand
such a finely tuned
fabrication of his-story
I knew it was time
to
Black my story
and
you know
it's a Black wonder
that
I didn't end up
totally crazy

so sit back
and enjoy
my poetic philosophy
as
I share my mind
with you creatively
from the roots
of my conscious
RACE FIRST IDEOLOGY

Robin Asantewaa
Copyright - 1998

Father
Written by Crystal Cartier

Any male can plant a seed
But, it takes a Man to raise a child
It takes resolve to feed & clothe them
It takes honor to stick around awhile
It takes strength to meet Life's challenges
It takes courage to find a way
to share your life with someone special
& go to work each & everyday
It takes fortitude to live with honor
It takes diplomacy to play the game
It takes responsibility to be a Provider
& give a child more than your name
It takes dignity to do what's right
It takes humility to pray
It takes nerves of steel to protect
It takes sensitivity to play
It takes patience to learn & listen
It takes a kind heart to care
It takes pride to excel at what you do
It takes generosity to share
It takes Faith to believe
It takes ambition for you to bother
It takes lot's of Love to succeed
It takes a Man to be Father


Love Story Publishing
© All Rights Reserved

 

Truce
written by  crystal cartier

Hear ye proud Warriors of the Political Palace
Every Religion, Creed & Race
Believing ourselves Children of Love
as Universal Consciousness dictates
Let’s call a Truce to this Race War.
See the distraction for what it is.
Choose ye this day wisely...
Divide & Conquer vs Love & Forgive
We’ve squared off on each other
Each knows the Opposition is peaved
Everyone seeking reparations...retaliation
compensation... old age pension
Whatever fills our needs

We will never see eye2eye
But no one really has to die
If we focus on trying to work it out
At least we’ve got to try

It’s all a matter of broadening our perspectives
To stroll in each other’s shoes
Footsteps into hearts... & minds
Learning to feel each others blues
Sharing perspectives & actually giving a damn
Citizens taking back control
of dear old Uncle Sam
If we can’t vote ‘em out
Smoke ‘em out... into the Light
Exposed in all their corruption
Day exposing Night
But some will always refuse to see
the forest for Self Serving  Bushes & trees

We will never see eye2eye
But no one really has to die
If we focus on trying to work it out
At least we’ve got to try


We must  establish common goals
that serve the greater good of Love
Stop dancing around the issues
But show respect by wearing gloves
Giving attention to those
wronged & hurting most
State 2 State... Nation 2 Nation...Coast 2 Coast
Heart 2 Heart is the only way
Heart 2 Heart ...Seeking peaceful days
Heart to Heart ... How are YOU living?
Heart 2 Heart... We’ve got to start Giving
Heart 2 Heart...Take off that phony face
Those that endure righteously win the Race
Let’s call a Truce to this Race War.
See the distraction for what it is.
Rally in the name of Love
Fess up & Learn to forgive

Far too long
we’ve been holding things in
Time to unwind
Find out... Who is the Enemy
Are YOU my friend?
When roles are called where will you stand?
Is your heart too cold to let me in?
Dark as Night... Ready to fight?
Are you sincerely a child of Light?
genuinely  humbled
repentant... forgiving & free
Look in the mirror...
Do you still see Evil when you look at me?

We will never see eye2eye
But no one really has to die
If we focus on trying to work it out
At least we’ve got to try

© 6/26/02
 

MIS-EDUCATION
By: Robin Asantewaa

cunning minds
of
matured mastery
constantly
steal years and years
effectively
ejaculating learned skills
of
superior stories exemplified
by
feeding fabled untruths
that
misinform and contain
erroneous mistakes
of
life's true color coded
conditions

expert thinkers
of
supremist study
continuously
purloin decade after decade
with
efficient ease
and
artful deceit
and
well read actions
by
consciously maneuvering
misplaced book ends
holding
volumes of concealed modes
stacked in
ordered misery

fabricated forces
of
published power
filched away
centuries and centuries
conveniently
hiding historical pages
of
the Ancestors creations,
education and liberation
authentic non fiction fact
censored
changed
and effectively cataloged
into
crystal clear messages
of
immutable inferior dependency

they smile
complete satisfaction
extending
personal invitations
to
ongoing openings
of
our own excluded libraries
stacked
year after year
decade after decade
century after century
with
consistent statistical data
of our own self hatred

Copyright 2000

 

The Great White Lie

We
have been beholden
to a venomous fabrication
of
our embellished lives
that has started with
those
underhanded lies
that
drip dry droppings
of seeded untruths
while
planting those in between lies
lined and covered
with
a stale stench
of muck and manure

leaving open
the cracks and crevices
for
those unscrupulous lies
that we
keep slipping and sliding in
while
continuing to fertilize
all oppressive lies
that create
THE GREAT WHITE LIE

That strong ascending lie
that
consciously rises itself
above the lowly field
from
which it sprang
leaping high
into the mouths
of fevered mountains
bursting
it's malevolent manifestation
into an explosion
of
bubbling hot lava
on a meandrous path
saturating
it's infernal roots

by
slowly and skillfully
penetrating and piercing
burning and blistering
the Souls of Black Folks
killing our kindred spirit
as
we lay buried
beneath it's blanket
of boiling devastation
amidst
the hidden identity
of it's bottomless base

That almighty powerful lie
that
has muscled it's way
into the center core
of our
condensed celestial region
causing
clouds shaped like mushrooms
to materialize
into a
deformed seething steam
of angry vapors
spawning
hot acidic rains
descending
pure hellish pain
while
scalding and searing
singeing and scorching
The Souls Of Black Folk
eliminating
the true essence
of our existence
as we
continuously disappear
into it's whirlpool
immersed in the turbulent clutches
of it's eternal deception

And
as it beckons to you
to lay your mind
gently upon it's lore
remember
it's only purpose
is
to perpetrate the growth of itself
while
stripping you of your solidity
bleaching the bareness of your being
and
dissolving you into it‚?Ts damnation

for
it truly fears
that those among us
who
have escaped it's wrath
and are
free from it's falseness
will one day
filter the fertility of veracity
unleashing
unspoken tremors of truth
steadily
freeing it's prisoners
from their bondage
and
releasing those unknowing
of
THE GREAT LIE

Robin Asantewaa
Copyright 1999

Nigger
(Oppressed Black Man)

Written by       Crystal Cartier

Nigger please
That ugly word has brought many proud men to their knees
Nigger this... & Nigger that
That word & whips have broken many spirits & young, strong backs
Nigger stay in your place
Somewhere far behind the respectable Human Race
Nigger studs... shedding blood... because the price of freedom is too
high
Nigger wenches... surviving in bloody trenches
watching her man & her children die
Niggers killing niggers
Cause the white man is out of reach
So niggers kill other niggers for GP out in the street
Niggers stay high... Sleep & dream your lives away
Nigger is just a word ... that has no power today
No power to make me lose my cool
No power to make me feel like a fool
No power to make me feel like wanting to die
No power to goad me into a physical fight
After all that my people have suffered through
Nigger is a compliment... bestowed by fools
too foolish to understand the power of names
Too foolish to realize that it's them that should be ashamed
Nigger please... get up off your knees
Nigger hair spread like full branches of fruit bearing trees
Nigger voices spreading the truth of humility & love
Niggers cursed by Man... But, loved by God above
We've desensitized ourselves by overusing that name
There was a time when that word drove Black folks insane
Insane with anger & humiliation...
Pride forcing us to defend our reputations
But, it doesn't matter... Not anymore
The word nigger is simply a festering sore
Describing a bloody legacy
of racial strife & unjust history
Nigger is just a word designed to belittle me
Instead we've learned to wear it proudly
For after all... Jesus Christ
was a nigger just like me.
So, niggers keep doing the best you can
Because....Nigger simply means... Oppressed Black Man

 

Nia (Purpose)
To make our collective vocation the building and developing of our community
in order to restore our people to their traditional greatness.

Commandment #1 - from the Holy Piby

Love ye one another, O children of Ethiopia, for by no other way can ye love
the Lord your God.
kagiso poetry

Our true leaders : on compromise and the rise of lies

Compromise may be a trait of the wise
The wise and those of little faith
Because in a war where we feel we can lose
We will take all kinds of political abuse
Where we feel that to compromise
Is an established trait of the wise
And† yet we don1t see that truths and rights
Can never be compromised
Without living a life of lies
Where we are driven away from what we know is right
To believe that a dream1s place is only during sleep
At night

But if the masons
Trained in the mysteries of Egypt
Can design and build cities like crypts
Ideally built to house the dead
And then talk about a new world order
Based on rape and plunder
Then I don1t think it is all that hard
For a few of us to completely discard
All this devil nonsense
And bring our people to their excellence
By using our ancient wisdom
To rebuild our afrikan kingdoms

So if we know what is right
And if we truly sight jah light
How could we ever lose
And therefore what possible use
Could we have for compromise

© ras kagiso mpala / colin samuels Harare 1992

African Unification Front
http://www.africanfront.com/

AFRICAN UNION ANTHEM

Let us all unite and celebrate
The victories for our liberation
Let us dedicate ourselves to rise together
To defend our liberty and unity

O sons and daughters of Africa
flesh of the sun and flesh of the sky
Let us make Africa the tree of life

Let all of us unite and work tohgether
To uphold our rights and fight for the cause of freedom
Let us dedicate ourselves to work together
To build up strength in unity and peace

O sons and daughters of Africa
Flesh of the Sun and flesh of the Sky
Let us make Africa the tree of life

Let all of us unite and toil together
To give the best we have to Africa
The cradle of mankind and fount of culture
Our pride and hope at break of dawn

O sons and daughters of Africa
Flesh of the Sun and flesh of the Sky
Let us make Africa the tree of life


I Threw Out...

Last week I threw out Worrying,
It was getting old and in the way.
It kept me from being me;
I couldn't do things my way.

I threw out those Inhibitions;
They were just crowding me out.
Made room for my New Growth,
Got rid of my old dreams and doubts.

I threw out a book on My Past
(didn't have time to read it anyway)
Replaced it with New Goals,
Started reading it today.

I threw out childhood toys
Remember how I treasured them so?
Got me a new Philosophy too,
Threw out the one from long ago

Brought in some new books too,
Called I Can, I Will , and I Must.
Threw out I might, I think and I ought.
Wow! You should've seen the dust.

I picked up this special thing
And placed it at the front door.
I Found It-its called Peace
Nothing gets me down anymore.

Yes, I've got my house looking nice.
Looks good around the place
For things like Worry and Trouble
There just isn't any place.

Its good to do a little house cleaning,
Get rid of the old things on the shelf.
It sure makes things brighter
Thank you God for cleaning up my-self.
          -- Author Unknown


A Prayer for You
rodneyc//01

Snow drifts
slowly from a
starless gray
sky.
Silent prayers
between hearts
now fly.

Beauty, love,
joy
and sincerity
Honor, hope,
smiles
and justice

Dreams, friends,
happiness
and liberty
Wonder, excitement,
jubilation
and peace.

My prayer for you -

My all to you I now send,
my peace I give unto you,
my dreams I share with you,
my joy be unto you,
my wonder I want for you,
my hope is that you will be
all that you would long to be
as this new year comes into view.
So love and smile and bring justice
with liberty through peace that all
will be friends and celebrate the jubilee.


POEM FROM BLACK INDIAN

When I hear other people's pain --
It really messes with my brain --

And my heart ---
And I start to think --
How is this a part of me --
How can I feel their pain --
Know what they're going thru --

I never knew the ones they loved --
Shared their joys, ups & downs --
But I came to see --
We are all connected -- though not perfected

Good & bad -- Happy & sad --
So whether you're here & I'm there --
Don't be afraid to share --
Don't just stop & stare -- wondering what to do --
Do what you'd do for an immediate family member ---
Do what you'd do for someone in your click --
Don't just choose & pick --
We are all connected ---
Please Believe that bit!!

Whether you want to admit it or not --
Whether you want to see it or not --
Whether you want to feel it or not --
It's true -- Yes, It's True!

I know it's easier said than done & sometimes it ain't no fun ---
Just open -- do it anyway -- Hear what I say?

I don't know if you accept poetry type rhymes but I thought I'd
attempt to
share this with you. Have a Great & Safe Day. In Parting .............

Money is Power. Good Health is Wealth. Knowledge is Power & Wealth
............
The Real Power is What "YOU" do with the Knowledge once you acquire
it.

PleaseBelieveIt


Black Indian, TRS

     AROUND THE CORNER

    Around the corner I have a friend,
       In this great city that has no end,
       Yet the days go by, and the weeks rush on,
        And before I know it a year has gone.
       And I never see my old friends face,
       For life is a swift and terrible race,
       He knows I like him just as well,
        As in the days when I rang his bell,
      And he rang mine if, we were younger then,
       And now we are busy, tired men.
       Tired of playing a foolish game,
         Tired of trying to make a name.
        Tomorrow; I say, I will call on Jim
       Just to show I am thinking of him.
       But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
        And distance between us grows and grows.
       Around the corner! -  yet miles away,
      Here's a telegram sir, Jim died today.
    And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
     Around the corner, a vanished friend
 Remember to always say what you mean. If you love someone -tell
       them.
 Don't be afraid to express yourself. Reach out and tell
       someone what they
   mean to you, because when you decide that it is the right
  time, it might
   be too late. Seize the day, Never have regrets. Most
    importantly stay
      close to your friends and family, for they have helped make   you the person you are today.



LIFE

Life is Good -- Life is Great --
We must learn to appreciate & understand what it means & listen to our
dreams
--
Day to day you live & strive & sometimes wonder why am I alive?

Life is Good -- Life is Great --
We must learn to appreciate --
Day is good -- Night is better --
No whether the weather, Life goes on even when I finish this song.

What is wrong with living life & try'in to do good like you should?
But life is hard --- It ain't always easy & a lot of the people be
kinda
sleazy.
So what do you do when life closes the door?

Open it up & say what the fuck ---
Life is Good ---
Life is Great ---
And I'm gon learn to Appreciate!!

TRS, Black Indian

 

YOUR LIFE TELLS:

You tell on yourself by the friends you seek,
By the very manner in which you speak,
By the way you employ your leisure time,
By the use you make of dollar and dime:

You tell what you are by the things your wear,
By the spirit in which your burdens bear,
By the kind of things at which you laugh,
By the record you play on the phonograph;

You tell what your are by the way you walk,
By the things of which you delight to talk,
By the manner in which you bear defeat,
By so simple a thing as by how you eat,
By the books you choose from the well-filled shelf,
In these ways and more you tell on yourself.

So there's really no particle of sense
In an effort to keep up false pretense.

Numb
rodneyc//02


Death,
falling from the sky,
 freedom fighters
 bought
to bring justice
on a people
whose
only crime
is that they
are poor.

Make them pay,
make them bleed,
make them swear
never to be so gullible,
so damned feeble as to let
themselves be duped like this again.

Bombs,
smart and dumb,
so smug as they
fall scraping the bottom
of their graves even the
dead are allowed to die again.

Tons of destruction,
walls of innocence,
wales of babies crying
in the debris.

Peace, joy,
understanding
and love, not today,
maybe tomorrow when
the pain has settled, when
the blood has dried, when
the bombs have stopped and when
the dead are numb.

If we are to combat the insanity of our world, we need to explore
love,
self, and each other.  Join me in this exploration

When love reigns supreme, then we will see the beauty of our
existence!

A TO Z

∑ A lthough things are not perfect  
∑ * B ecause of trial or pain  
∑ * C ontinue in thanksgiving  
∑ * D o not begin to blame  
∑ * E ven when the times are hard  
∑ * F ierce winds are bound to blow  
∑ * G od is forever able 
∑ * H old on to what you know  
∑ * I magine life without His love    
∑ * J oy would cease to be  
∑ * K eep thanking Him for all the things 
∑ * L ove imparts to thee  
∑ * M ove out of "Camp Complaining"    

∑ * N o weapon that is known  
∑ * O n earth can yield the power  
∑ * P raise can do alone  
∑ * Q uit looking at the future  
∑ * R edeem the time at hand  
∑ * S tart every day with worship  
∑ * T o "thank" is a command  
∑ * U ntil we see Him coming  
∑ * V ictorious in the sky  
∑ * W e'll run the race with gratitude  
∑ * X alting God most high  
∑ * Y es, there'll be good times and yes some will be bad, but...  
∑ * Z ion waits in glory...where none are ever sad!    

"I AM Too blessed to be stressed!" The shortest distance between a problem and a solution is the distance between your knees and the floor.

The one who kneels to the Lord can stand up to anything.

Love and peace be with you forever, Amen.

Author-Unknown

I Am  Peculiar
written by crystal cartier

Once I was a soldier
I guess some part of me will always be
true to the land & the colors
that raised then rejected me
Once I was a warrior
Unafraid to face the world
Then I saw the truth of my masters
Awareness my social conscience unfurled
Then the soldier became a liability
to the cause that controls & enslaves
Cowards live long enough to prosper
Righteous heroes fill early graves
Id rather be thought of as crazy
than targeted & considered a threat
Don't want to be feared
I can't stop the tears
Still there remains
one simple fact
I am peculiar
I weep for the suffering
that I cannot change
I weep for those I cannot set free
I weep for the ignorance of others
that cannot feel or see what I see
I weep for the Truth so distorted
No one knows quite who to trust
I weep for the complexity of Life
I weep simply because I must
But I pray for the strength to keep trying
I pray for the grace to forgive
I pray for the wisdom to to keep giving
my all as long as I live
Don't want to offend or be labeled
a weak fool, loser, or cracked
a pathetic, religious fanactic
Still there remains
one simple fact
I Am Peculiar
While spiritual
I'm not particularly religious
 I am not crazy, weak, nor a loser
I am a warrior of the Positive Force
and
Yes
I Am Peculiar

© 2/28/02


This Style is Revolutionary Art!!! (Peace to the Nation!) 

Peace to Bambaataa.
 This poem/rap is submited to you with the utmost love and respect! Word is
Bond! Kamal Supreme


I get deeper than the mediteranean, I rock hard like Palestinians,
Underground like Subterranean, Kingdoms, Agartha, Priest like Siddhartha
Gautama, I maintain through all the drama, I maintain like Hussein when the
bomb drops, Like Bambaataa, I make the Planet Rock, I gotta stop and say
peace to Tupac, Biggie, and Dr Khalid Muhammad, Can't forget Big Pun, and
John Henrik Clark, This style is Revolutionary Art!
is Revolutionary Art!



I would like to start but I have no beginning or ending, I'm always
executing, ascending and descending, freezing mcs', and leaving them pending,
I played this game too long now I'm breaking it!  I played this game too long
now I'm taking it!  I'm bombin you city when you least expect.  I'm up in the
club wit the cipher thugs.   You might even find me alone.  Rippin up the
tool, the chrome, microphone
I spray yo ass, I'm freezing  you like Nibiru
I'm freezing you like pluto
On your brain theres a block off Ice I can't get through doe
Unless I get a hammer and a chistle
Your dealing wit 32 degrees below
I freezed your flow
You can't sneeze or blow - come or go
You get no slack
You got a head start but you got left back
Fu*kin wit this Asiatic black cat!


Mathematical pentacostal, I drop the gospel like Sister Ava, and Fards' still
the saviour,
These masons thought that they can kill the sun, no not this one, you can't
stop an Idea whose time is come!  The real gods got the devil on the run
You ran outta  luck when you thought I gave a F*ck
Fu*ked up your brainin cause it wasn't in your training
I'm the metropolitician of campaignin
Takin chains off brains in,
Reclaiming Black mud, like it's told in the Koran
Black nation rock on!!!!!


This style is Revolutionary Art!
I'm the bio-chemical physical luminary, the sun, I bury adversaries in a hurry
You know it's Supreme when I spit the laser beam, I transmit from Malaysia
To Caucasia, I heard the prayers of hip hop for a saviour
So I beamed down, undetected to the underground
Like an alien, my mind is profound
With solarbound tendencies
I'm home sick
I'm  just passin through on a  journey, a trip
But before I motivate, I spit to emit
Energy, that takes you to a higher frequency
I wisdom like a saint and make your shadow faint
Your not all there, so you just stop and stare
Attention: Please
Attention: Please
Attention: Please
We elevate frequencies
By tunin in to  Salassie, Elijah and Garvey Dr Khallid and Bob Marley
Don't forget Malcom X and be an architect when you make an error - auto
correct


Create your cipher with black though power
Behold and unfold like a zen lotus flower
You got the power  refine it realign it
Visualize and mastermind it
Yo go ahead an shine it
Be solution oriented not drama demented
You got the power that links the planet systems
I gotta go yo!
Peace Thanks for listening

House Pets

House pets are everywhere.
There are many kinds, shapes, and colors of House-pets.
Some of us are smarter than others.
Some of us are stronger than others.
 The most we have in common is the fact that
 we all depend on the master for survival.

Some of us eat better foods than others.
Some of us live in bigger shelters than others.
Some of us receive lots of affection.
Some of us received no affection.
Some of us live on a chain.
Some of us live within a fence.
 The most we have in common is the fact that
 we all depend on the master for survival.

As for our litter
Who is sold to the highest bidder.
Carried away to become the future house-pets of tomorrow.

Can house-pets become independent?
Will house-pets leave the comfort of the shelter?
Can the house-pet, become one again with nature?

Some of us house-pets even have E-mail.
by Dr. Oloye Ajanaku FAVF
Ajanaku@aol.com

Calling Out My Name
By: Robin Asantewaa

Somewhere
inside the windsongs
of my reality
my Ancestors called
upon me
playing the rhythm
of
an ancient talking drum
calling out my name
to come
and resurrect myself
upon
their wisdom redefined
and
perfected, perfectly
to
cleanse my mind
calling out my name
‚?oAsantewaa‚?Ě
you must sustain
the essence
of
political clarity
cultural dignity
spiritual energy
and
divine creativity
and
the drums continued
to talk to me
as
the rhythm of
Rhyme and Reason
danced and danced
to enhance
my special entity
and the drums
continued to talk to me
pounding preserved positive
messages that mesmerized
my mortality
and I felt
their royal blessings
groove to the beat
of
ancestral lessons
that
impregnated my soul
and
swelled my spirit
nurturing
creative thoughts to begin
and then
I gave birth
to me
all over again

copyright 2000

Truth
written by       crystal cartier

Truth is often a double edged sword
Words slicing & dicing hearts to the core
We use it so selectively
We covet it protectively
The results can be both positive & negative
For most Reality is a matter of perspective
Evolution brings change
While old truths remain
hurled in spite
to only bring pain
Indiscriminate voice
or weapon of choice
leaving blood on our hands
sticky & moist
Sometimes it is better to be kind than right
Wisdom rarely controls the fight
When to fight
When to forgive
Dilemmas to face
as long as we live
Motive determines selection
Reaction determines protection
Sometimes a thougtful pass
beats throwing stones
We all have plates of glass in our homes
Shattered glass is a dangerous thing
Truth is cherished freedom
Not a weapon to sling