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Sensory stimuli make us naturally react:

Happiness, laugh,
Jealousy, mad,
Heartbreak, sad,
Offensive, attack,
Victory, glad.

This is just a matter of fact.

We know who our friends are:

We know who we can tell almost anything.
We know who we can call when we’re in a pinch.
We know who we can rely on without a hitch.

We know our opponents goals and strategy:

Manipulating, back stabbing, secrecy,
Trojan horse invasions masked as intimacy,
Empty adoration, promises designed to deceive.

Cold, hard, and cleverly calculating:

The rat race makes us behave this way.
If we’re mindful we enjoy occasional fleeting escapes.
We protect our juggler from the cut throat games we play.

Personal emotions are noncommittal, secondary:

Apt to be fickle, they can get irreparably messy.
If constricting freedom they become totally unnecessary.
They have very little value if our interests are fiduciary.

The good die young, and the strong survive:

There’s zero tolerance, no need to compromise.
We’ve perfected pretense, and love to despise.
Truth is obsolete, our foundations built on lies.

It’s the first day of 2014, and I’m keeping it real.

I’m looking forward to what this new year reveals.
Eager to see if business culminates in equitable deals,
Or more off course driving, and spinning of wheels.

Sensory stimuli make us naturally react.

This is just a matter of fact.

Copyright © 2014

T’was the day after Christmas, and through every state,
All the sheeple were stirring, and in heated debate.
Their words were scary, as they said “WE ARE RIGHT!”
And the Patriots just stared in God-awful fright,

The sheeple were all happy with their government meds,
While Obama the savior danced all around in their heads.
With Patriots planning what’s our next move,
Eureka! “It’s the President we must remove!”

On the Whitehouse lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to the TV to see what was the matter.
I grabbed the remote in such a flash,
I fell over the chair and landed with a crash,

The sun was high over the Whitehouse on the TV screen,
Gave the image of that building a weird eerie glean,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
The Patriots showed up and their message was clear

With their signs held high, with their guns in view,
I knew in that moment as the masses grew.
More and more they were coming in for the kill,
As they screamed, “You will never, break our will!”

"Now Patriots! Come one, Come all!”
“Lets stand together, strong and tall”
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
No surrender! No retreat! We will never fall!"

Americans marched with one goal, one mission,
Obstacles were dealt with prideful tradition,
So up to the Whitehouse the masses they flew,
Hearts full of fury, the Secret Service with no clue.

And then with a blink , a commercial or two,
Something happened, but hey we already knew.
As they smashed through the door, and looked all around,
Through the halls and rooms not even a sound.

As word spread of what was found,
It got all quiet there was nothing , no sound,
And a voice rang out from way in the back,
As the patriots gathered and waited for the attack


The words were clear, strong and true,
“Hey, everyone just between me and you,
It was in his mind this country was his kingdom,
That little man thought he could steal our freedom!”

With a roar of victory, all the patriots cheered,
Really, is this the clown we all feared?
From his evil grin to his floppy ears,
This story will be told for years and years.

With the flag in our left hand, the Constitution in our right,
We raise them in unison, held high with our all might,
Our fore-fathers would be proud for what we have done,
As Americans held strong and stood as one.

This is a story is one that might become,
One of many, can be a final outcome,
Every patriot always keep one thing in sight,
“FREEDOM” TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!

What is a guillotine ? It is a device for cutting large quantities
of paper, in commercial use these machines supply reams of
packaged paper for use in offices around the world, they are
used for many similar uses in many different forms in countries
all around the world, but the guillotine had a far more sinister
use that goes back to the tenth century, it was used as an
execution device used by many forms of government the most
noted during the period of the 1790's in France. The event was
known as the French Revolution, were the people of France
were treated really cruel, and the guillotine was a cruel form
of injustice to anyone who would be caught conspiring against
the then French Government, the commoners in the end rose
up against the tyranny of the government and their evil dictators
were executed by their own creation of death, and shown no
mercy and by the end of the century was under a new ruler,
Napoleon Bonaparte, he was hailed as a hero of the time, but
was eventually exiled on an island named Elba. those times are
now gone but the guillotine still remains with us today though
it is used for far less violent operations, for simply cutting paper
in our offices and homes. Which proves even the most evil things
can be used for good with a little imagination.

I am not who you say I am.
It's your vile evaluation.
Another of your "cheer me" scams
To endorse your own salvation.

How many more cheers do you expect to win
Before you're exposed, you crone?
Enjoy your reign vein Queen.
I choose to stand alone.

Whenever I write you,
I get blue,
whenever you write me,
You get something free,
However they rant and rave,
it's always about what the fave',
Whatever they say or do it's always about being true,
But reality dictates today,
One MUST get their way,
Male or female it's their say,
Versus truth and personal disarray,
I'd have to think it's a lonely world gone astray.
Online madness,
offline secrecy,
NSA and Obama-nation mess,
Political savvy or interests made personal,
everyone is in for their own distress.
Don't lie to me and others if you're not sincere,
Just go get your highball wine or beer,
Drugs are the demise of humanity and society,
when will we ever learn of this contrived insanity?
When the world comes to an end what will you be,
oversexed and buzzed from all the being "free"!
Who are you and what shall we be...
no more lies cheating and devised excused away triviality.

It was a Sunday morning.
Just woke up yawning.
Wiped my face and
Went downstairs racing
To see what my boy was doing.
ESPN on the tv, my boys talking a language in which I was fluent.
Said was up to the homeboys.
Right then and there my boy got a call from a known voice.
The voice said “yo I need to make a delivery
To high street, 383”
That was the address.
But my nigga was taking care of his kid, he was under mad stress.
So he asked me for the favor.
I said, “Say no more homie”, grabbed the molly, “see ya later”.
Stuffed the molly in the knapsack
Smelt some mary jane in the air, “yo homie pass that”
Took 2 tokes and I was outtie
Started walking towards the address, walked past a few shortys
Broke my neck a few times
Had the headphones in with the instrumentals started busting a few rhymes .
Was at the spot in no time, just the daily routine.
Or so it seemed.
383 dangling from the structure of the house.
Knocked on the door and the girl that answered knew what I was about.
So she let me in.
She was sexy, I was dreaming about getting it in.
Then I realized who was in the apartment
Saw a skinny kid in the living room, starving..
He was crying his eyes out
The price is the only thing she was tryna find out.
$100 dollars was what she owed me.
But I couldn’t stop staring at the lil homie.

We’re too busy glorifying the wrong things.
Complain about the headaches in the morning.
Then we pray up to heaven.
Hoping that we’ll impress our reverend.
Yet we never look internally
For bliss in our eternity.
Kiss the wrong lips cause it brings us ecstasy.
Cooking up the wrong recipes
That destroys our vicinity.
Self destruction till infinity
Demanding change from those in power.
Is only gonna leave us all devoured
By the same men we’re asking for a helping hand.
Those same men that spread fear across the land.
Allowing only poison in our minds and bodies.
Popping coke, xanies, and meth disguised as molly.
Never questioning, only following.
Alcohol we’re swallowing
Because if we don’t we’re inferior.
Dying slow from the brandy burning our interior.
I mean man look at our position
Change is screaming at us but we choose not to listen.
Too busy fighting off our opposition.
Then kill each other when we go insane in prison.
Where the f*ck did that get us?
Holding 40’s and Berettas?
Legs are tired from only chasing cheddar.
I thought by now we’d move on to something better.
Guess I was wrong…..

rld continues its merry way
On second thoughts it is not so merry
Imprisoned in this Hologram so blithe
All is in order or so it seems
But the order is not our making
Helpless in ignorance sleeeping
Like lambs gamboling in spring
We rejoice in innocent games
And in the end we die as slaves.
But hail to the heroes who die
Defending us from each other.

The time is nigh for change
Sacrifices have been made
By those you will never know
and still being made
Some of us have been drafted
As terran components required.

The world continues the charade
So play the game my friends
It is not forever

Emancipation was the key to the Promised Land, a sweeter, brighter, a more blissful life stretched out over time. The thoughts of freedom and freedoms came fearful like a powerful wave of sea water; a steadily crashing movement moving more away that too. Years have flown by and decades too, where are we now in this long fought war.
Has our long fight for freedom illuminated our vision or are we so pressed down we lost our zeal and sight? Yes, chief gains has been made in the quest for endowed freedoms with liberty and justice for all too balance this uneven playing field we have come to know as injustice. The balance is not equally shared but it’s longer than the bridge to nowhere because we are trying to get too somewhere. We look forward to the day when freedom is an advanced guarded liberty for all and not just a dream. We bore the whips and wear the scars of time, humbled by the pilgrimage of sacrifices and scorn. Let us not get caught up in the swift swirl of living and join the paradox of I got mine, now you get yours and fall on our own swords. The mirrors are reflecting back as we look steel faced at this unflattering world, largely divided by the haves and the haves not. Where do we place the blame?
Pardon me if I’m shouting too loudly, the sunlight that brought the cloud doesn’t have to bring the rain. Don’t swell your voices with hallelujahs until your blessings come; unless you are outraged as the trampled upon. To hear the expressions of whispered words is just an enchantment of yet to come..........

Bewildered as black people we stand between friends and foes, merging from different forms of slavery, but yet to be free; abandoned by the promise of forty acres and a mule to stake their lot. From the righteous ambition of this ill-fated notion we rose from the ashes destined for something greater that failure or death. Political powers, indifference and contempt fuels impartial protection before a democratic system that has vowed to serve and protect all citizens without compromise or bias.
How Many Have to Die?
Alluded prejudices based on color or race deepens insensitiveness to seek the element of truth. Hatred embedded in leadership is regressive in the soul of democracy, manifested with no palpable gain. Retrogression is social desire in opposition to progress and social movement. Education is commissioned to teach tolerance and understanding without self-sacrificing indifferences as hatred, envy or strife.
How Many Have to Die?
Assimilation through self- assertion is a natural process; the disenfranchisement of any race should come into question without silent submission; notably protecting human dignity and life should not be seen as revolt or revenge but an act of poetic justice by the masses. The irony of blindly sighted mistrust along color or race lines is a paradox of fear and the impetus of race prejudice and a breeding ground for deep seated hatred and justified murder.
How Many Have to Die?
Reconciliation was once a growing spirit equitable to race healing but largely an experiment leaving no one responsible for the wrongs to aid and abet the national crime of slavery. Emancipation became industrialized slavery under “Jim Crow” and civic deaths of blacks divided our nation and killed the power to heal. Blacks have strived mightily to help themselves, but it is second or aroused by the richer environing groups; set on unorthodox practices to kill the human spirit. Enslaved minds are boldly desecrated with deep seeded roots that dawns our nation’s history. The darkness can be lifted through the rebuilding of our vision not to relive past mistakes rooted in society like scattered stones.
How Many Have to Die?
We must hasten the journey of change and stop the burying of our young before they had a chance to live. “Stand Your Ground” is legalized street justice occupying space no one owns. All are not silent on this unfenced notion of legal justice waddling down justice path. Did we forget to close the gate hinged on past history or is fear and hatred so deeply seated we lost our ability to care. Let not our life’s journey stop here starring at a law that has so blindly crept into our civilized society under the veil of race hatred hidden under the hood of justice. Does “Stand Your Ground” disenfranchise our freedom or did the citizens of Florida vote themselves into a revolution of war and justified murder?
Just How Many have To Die?