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 SELASSIETILL THE END WE RIDE TILL THE END WE SHALL NEVER DIE
ALLAH AH AKBAR — HALLELUJAH

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

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

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

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

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

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 itâ?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 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

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/

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

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

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.

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 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 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

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.

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 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

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

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 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

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 â?oAsantewaaâ? 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 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