Rastafari Rising

The revolution will not be televised because there will be no cameras to reveal where it is that the ghetto youths will hide!  It will not be televised because we will revise the ways in which life is dramatized.  But of course it wil be publicized and of course criticized!  But we already realized that these Europeans will always lie and this is why we continue to die.  They also still kill and steal.  Although they try to do it all intelligently their results are still empty so the poor will suffer awhile longer but the struggle will only make them stronger.  The revolution is not only streets with bullets which speaks but of a metaphysical aptitude.  Since the oppressed multitude have nothing to lose, unconsciously the revolution has already began!  Soon the youths will organize in their militant stance but only after they had all entered that inner trance.

Soul Destination

BE WISE!  "You have got to be wise to live in these times!"  So be wise and check poverty's crimes.  Suppertime but we have no fish and no bread.  Poverty had broken in and knocked mama on her head then poverty shot papa dead.  Poverty then stole the fish and all the bread.  The police said that they don't know what happened!  But how did mama's milk get spilled?  And why was papa killed?  The police only reply was that this thief is too, too skilled!  They did not ask any questions nor did they look for any clues because poverty is down with their crew.  Papa was buried but not as most men.  Since we had no money to spend, papa's body was thrown into the mud and red bricks.  On the streets papa's bones are walking, looking terrible and sick.  The dead will walk once poverty talks, bones wrapped tight with only skin will grow wick and thin from unnatural substances.  But mama is still asleep.  The doctors are saying that mama might not make it so I sounded my flute because poverty must know defeat!   I also rang the bells for my warrior to come out of it's spell.  I beat the drums also but within, I did not go!  The music was to calm the rage of my warrior before leaving the inner chambers.  Warrior this is your order, find poverty and begin the slaughter!  Find my fish and my bread and for touching mama and for shooting papa dead, I want poverty's head!  Arrows to the legs and spear into the back is how you should attack!  Break the spine and shatter poverty's cerebrospinal system and kill all of poverty's chakras, warrior not once should you be kind!  When poverty is covered in the guilt of spilling innocent blood, warrior say and very loud, say my master wants you dead then with your crescent blade cut of its head!

Soul Destination

Some go to their house a night but they still have not found their homes!   This is what I will tell the other souls in a time which will make these days appear ancient and old.  I reminded, "I lived on planet strife where I know of things which made other souls cry.  I met death, it really lived then.  Death would visit me through my people's eyes as they continued to die."  This was the world, which killed  the great kings and queens and the holy prophets.  There the auras of souls went folded.  These are only some of the things that only a few would still reason and speak.  But of the dramas told, love didn't conqueror all.  Dignity and the meaning of life were thin and most of the people supported the jinns and demon upperclass as greater tasks masked an oppressed and down trodden masses. Even I, this soul, cursed the almighty, yes a great atrocity but there were so, so many, many innocent casualities.  I was living in hell, a place with cities and countries disguised as civilized societies.  My dear holy souls, even the unborn were sacrifice to the demon gods.  There was no justice, no peace, the only code of law was a barbaric decree.  They then raped the earth and poisoned the seas.  These are the tales from ancient days, the time when the demons and their disciples had their way!

Soul Destination

Test packaged in test packaged in test will give no rest but I say that the lessons of life are best!  Yet we are preprogrammed to be here and there but true freedom is being able to go anywhere.  A new slavery has long ago surfaced but because of the fast pace souls must work or else hurt from evictions and starvation and bleed from watching the state take away their seeds as they refuse to believe that there is no relief as an economic slave.  On the A.M mode, I wrote a bomb but in binary code because through poverty I became brave and bold.  Since injustice rode all day and all night the P.M plight will never be alright.  Once we were forced to palpitate faster than the sun at mornings race.  It was in the fields that whips, sweat and sour blood made physical enslavement the ugly face.  Hard and free labor kept the soul from trully speaking so our voices were not loudly heard.  Yet five days to work with two to respite will never be alright!  The rich and the mighty are living easy in safety.  Even the pompous piety in robes and unholy clothes accept treasures with the brevity of old thieves and they are in compliance with this society.  But if fire could travel on the breeze what sign would it give?  FLAMES would burn the order and predications of a work-aholic disease thrown down on us by insane and muderous thieves, yet most refuse to believe.

Soul Destination

Fall rain fall, fall all the time rain, just fall!  Fall and clean, fall and wash, fall hard and fall soft, fall strong and fall gentle, fall with gaint droplets or fall with a sprinkle, with a wet, fall and clean for planet earth is just too, too dirty.  Not the clean mud or already cleansed dirt, no not her purified  soils but the minds of some of her children who with ignorance has raped their first mother then moved on and raped their second.  Mother rapers are still in suits and ties but warriors on RA ask, WHY?  Fall rain fall, and before my people completely dies, fall and short-circuit their tampered melanin chemistry, fall and show that tears of mercy appears as rain and how this can ease this earth's pains.  Fall rain fall, because humanity is still not together as ALL to celebrate the ONE, fall rain, fall and clean up JAH's creation, clean up this planet if balance is to be blue, green and brown, then rains cry for fun.  If equality is the birthchild of universial unity then rains cry without guilt or pity.  If holy is the place of the soul who knows its true home then rains cry for those who are now only dry bones.  Still and still we fight and fight so trust is now the bandit in the night, stealing the light out of their lamps as it rest still and quietly, in the holiest of holiest of chambers on the holiest spot of land, within their hearts. Fall rain fall because as the poor re-defines poverty the rich and ruling class laughs so to show balance, we rarely smile!

Soul Destination

Why did America never go to war to help the blacks in South Africa?  She went to war for europia, vietnam, kuwait and korea but she never went to war for africa!  she is always willing to help australia, canada and israel but africa is in the most hell!  America is a great great joke because she still hangs and chokes.  She is an even bigger lie because from the first landing and everyday after that, to this very moment, at least one african died because not once did she tell the truth.  America is the name of a delirius illusion with whores, vagabonds, serfs, slaves, barbarians and brutes!  She's the prostitute who has enticed the heads of most nations.  She sometimes invade through the television with a sick and disgusting culture of pimps, robbers, rapists, police and upperclass bandits.  In hell's pit money is the rule of the day and since america is very, very wealthy in weapons and technology she has governing rights to spread deep and wide more fearful psychology!  Everywhere she goes the suffering of souls increases tenfolds!  But their pains are always ignored and to insult the humility of those souls she would construct political and economical cairns to systemically decrepit those poor souls as they are made sick.  Her businessmen show only acrimony with their egoistical american false security and with those in unclean clothes she is in conspiracy as they show only arrogance instead of mercy.  The churches are the branches of the vatican holding those politicians hands.  These practitioners are the same in nature as the government and its various arrondissements.  In spirit, breath and actions their congruency is with the pedagogy of perfecting souls into concierges, a study in the science of dehumanization and the stealing of those poor souls salvation.  Always has this been true because the tuskegee experiment was exposed but how many more came before and after it?  Right now I believe we are still lab rats, posing with sneakers, jeans and hats, eating lab foods, yes fast foods and junk foods posing in the hoods.  White male racism is not volatile because no matter the temperature it is always thick in the air above with  thoughts of slavery crawling on the ground.  It pressures the mind with contradictions so madness and confusion takes turn running around.  A cynical chill up the sushumna of all africans with more scorns to disdain any little hope of loosening the rope.

Soul Destination

The rape of the black woman in slavery is why life for us is so uneasy!  Her natural means of protection was shackled in a mental and physical dis-satisfaction.  He was thus made into a slave!  He regrets his passive resistance, which kept him from running to her immediate assistance, but fear and disunity had already taken their stance.  If a king loses his kingdom, that is his royal family, his counties and towns with all other weatlh as his women are murdered and raped, as a slave how would he escape?  He would cross over from the valleys of death to become a new creature within a new reality, to change that hellistic society.  But during  the voyage in the fields and plains of deaths he must first die before he can conqueror life.  During the trips with whips and the earth turned to the sun, he learned to let life be, he knew that somehow life would show a way.  But Turner and his army would have been my sway, to surrender, NO WAY.  Touissant and his chiefs satisfies my days and weeks in this land that is spiritually sick.  A king who loses his crown, which is his glory, and honor, which is his daily light, and nightly warmth, which is his queen, his black woman, which is all of life to him.  This will make a king travel through the valley of sins to conqueror and to win back the glory of his queen, which is all he needs to keep safe within.  She is life to him so he will battle and he must win.

She was the one to be, she was the one to care, she was the one to be strong, so, so strong for what she was to bare.  She was spoken of.  she  was forecasted eons ago.  Yet the movement of hands, feet and heart is what everyone sees and knows.  She was to repeat from deep, deep within "for my seed shall know his dad!"  Then one tear dropped from those magical eyes as life shuffled and dealt destiny and fate cards.  So again she repeated, "I shall stay for I know there will be better days.  She is known as the devoted one.  Devoted to love of souls, of mate.  Devoted to love an expeller of hate.  Her journey would take many years with hard roads to travel with oceans of misery tears.  She would travel and travel, she was the devoted one, remember!  She was so, so strong.  The one who could not be unravelled.  She held it down even as her worldly self ran but spirits intervened as they washed her face, feet and hands.  She was then reminded, "wait, oh just wait a little while more for this is a man whom has keys and locks to your heart.  So wait and grow, hold on just a little bit more."

Me and karma is at it again.  My vexation told karma that it is tired of all the great, great pains.  Where are the gains my warrior complaint!  Each frame cuts my heart living ugly scars.  Now the abode of my soul is redesigned to look like a tree or the horrific pictures of slaves backs so my warrior planned to attack but karma just stepped back and laughed.  Look at this deep, deep ,slice which will bleed eyes, karma replied.  But I promised karma that i would never again cry.  After I die and through many future rebirths as i am born, coming out, i will still not shout!  Then my vexation turned into indignation!  What , what, what sickness continues to contaminate the hearts and minds of the inner city children?  What mad, psychotic thinking is causing our hatred to transcend this life?  I now promised, since my battles in this manifestation is against mental chains , that in future labor pains, I will return to contain this physical world with an army to stop once and for all our never ceasing miseries!  Yet karma knows of deeper secrets so my bleeding heart is all which wipes.

On this night when there is no moon to shine, things are still fine because rain is blessing all that is kind, yet thunder competed with lightening for the people's attention.  This is the night when some will step outside to join in with a meditation.  On this night as communications were opened, I uncovered communities!  Like everything else they are a family.  On this night the weed controlled the cities.  This is the urban remedy for energy extrapolations.  It speeds up your vibration to the level of abstract deduction.  It gives wisdon, knowledge and overstanding without any formal education.  But this is no ordinary night as the storm is given bonifide rights to show its might.  Really and trully the storm had some of that smoke, in its sight.

I guess that is the question, to be or not to be, right LUCKY DUBE?  To be a well fed slave or a hungry free man proves that there is no true freedom if these are my choices.  But some of the leadership of the black masses are  either  to scared to speak, don't know what to say, nor do they practice upward mobility from day to day.  They did not welcome MARCUS GARVEY with a kiss and after  his death they never shouted, "brother you we greatly miss!"  Some are just too politically correct while others like only the posture of being called a black leader.  Others have no insight into solving our problems yet others are satisfied with their own progression so they never looked for a solution.  There is no excuse since we had the BLACK STAR LINER AND THE NATION AND BLACK PANTHERS showing the way.  Pray to god is all i hear from year to year.  Yet they have not added concrete development to  work with church politics so how will those who are trully sick ever get strong because talk is cheap.  We have been praying for hundreds of years and today still slaves so contradictions will quiz the mind to see if it knows the time.  Jah equipped each nation with all the building tools to govern and rule yet for leaders we have some who are fools and cowards and sell-outs and uncle toms but now is the period for our nation to sprout or have our lights put out.  We must connect with our ancestors but only after opening up to the creator.  We must push forth the doctrine of pneumatology to help some of these inert black leaders with an inferior psychology.  Their neglience and policies are efferent with our worries but thoughts and hurries about power, position  and money is afferent to the ways of babylon and to these black pawns.  Life is a puzzle that no one soul has the completed picture of but together each can shine some light to help those black leaders to do only what is right instead of manipulations by the might of European hands and the fright of really accepting the challenges of our struggle.  We know how much energies were spent trying to reach those lengths.  Because to live amongst the riches babylonians is like a sheep in the wolves den.  But today some of the wolves act as friends as they cover their barbaric nature in sheep's wool, but don't be fooled, because wolves still DIGEST SHEEPS FOR FOOD! to be or not to be!

Amon-Ra, I am still preparing for my attack, I just can't wait to sneak up behind their backs, to tap then to slap, to step back, to be honorable to give them a chance to defend although we all know in the end we could never be friends.  Stack me well and proper my creator, I must carry all weapons, for there are many foes, in many forms they do harm.  I did not forget the sound of my horn.  Oh how I long, for years and years, I took blows, from the beast, high and low.   I then repeated give me more and more, so from on top of my head to below my toe.  Still I requested, more and more.  I used the pain to open inner doors.  This is why I begged for more and more .  But they did not know, that behind every heart's door, weapons glow.    They did not know that the pain would be transformed.  Yes my chi did form a shield now I can heal.  Now I can prepare, to attack, within our people's hearts, Europia will be killed.  Plantation owners on fire, below them are dry, dry sticks.  As they would strike, they believed me to be vulnerable, to be weak.  I faked, I acted sick.  But it was all a trick.  I arrived on Ra, my inner fires, I did meet.  I now want them to feel my heat, my temperatures, as vultures they did not anticipate that some of us, through the pain, will wait to one day teach them about our destiny.  Amon-Ra, when I don't know what to say, I call on your name.  As I took their abuse I never once heard excuse, they never once thought to refuse me, a hit.  On me they spit but within my warrior's component, Ausar my soul, would sit and learn, reason and listen.  Ausar was ordered to awaken Devinath on RA, up high.  Ausar reasoned that they, the beaters of souls must die.  Ausar then learned that all the powers to win is in the sun.  Ausar then listened to the heart for messages from Jah.  Amon-Ra , answered, "not for long, not forever, they believe they are clever but my warrior they will feel your anger, they will know your temperatures, to them you will represent just one answer, they will know that no, never was they ever, ever clever!"  Yes my teacher, I will stand on RA and on them I will drop RA's hot, hot anchors, I will not remorse over de-melaninated corpses, of course, I will burn them hotter and hotter.  I will simply not hold back.  I will surround, I will sit down, I will burn, burn, burn, and of the tongue, it is still not numb after the spitting and spitting of fires and flames, I will confuse them in their fairytale games.  Not life, Not living but fantasizing, falsifing, lying.  So on Ra I will come burning, I will only have to communicate to them, one thing, I only have to teach them that once fires touches skin they simply will not win.  Oh yes Amon-Ra, my Ra it can sing, oh the sweet, sweet music, yes , me and my Ra, we dance to the music within. Amon Ra we have a surprise to bring them.  They will not be able to afford the price of a high temperamented judgment.  No Amon-Ra they can't even remain in the sun for too long, they complain that the blessings from King Father Sun Ra, flowing, kills their skin, it builds cancer cells.  What a ring, what a bell, I listened for more as they did tell that against the blessings from King Father Sun Ra they yell, they run from the triangular scripts from our sun, so Amon Ra, please tell me, how will they escape the heat, my fires, our burn.

Divide and conqueror is why we are scattered and shattered.  Living in confusion and surviving in dishonor left no love amongst the brothers so here comes the RASTAMAN freedom fighter to spread love for his other by swearing never to betray his color.  So flow dred locks flow and let beatitude show inorder for our love to grow.  For we are tired of poverty and sick of being poor.  But i told you, the RASTAMAN, knows.  So natty dred tells of his plan showing eight locks in his hand.  Natty drew one lock to make a key, the second helped to pick the chains while natty's third lock released the pains, from my brain.  His fourth lock cleansed my eyes with his fifth lock as the knowledge at my sides.  Now i will glorify in inner vision, solitude, peace fighting all prides.  With his six lock natty tapped and behold, this blackman is back.  My mind is now over matter after it was lost then searched for.  My thoughts are now free and my mind will never again be deceived.  My journey and voyage must now begin.  So natty threw his seventh lock in.  Guided on my first adventure through eminent danger, myself, i seeked to know.  With confidence and esteem it will flourish and grow.  Through the dark hills, besides the rocky cliffs hung love of self for it was greatly missed.  With determination i delved and climbed for love of kind.  Uncovered from beneath a tree, i sat to eat, but knowledge of life overwhelmed me so i fell asleep.  Then natty's eight lock awoke me from a dream.  Complete and whole once more my heart singed as i spoke of many things.  Comity, black Comity, i now screamed.  There is so much more to learn in this world natty said, so follow me and let your locks curl.

Walking and talking, glading on the sands hand in hand, waist and arms, again was you warm.  It was all a great, great dream, so much joy flows out from within, every time i hear your voice sing,

always hoping that no harm would ever reach you,

In this dream, an angel appeared to me, PRINCESS TRINITY, is who i be,

to your heart, she is the key to flourish and grow, continuously,

a miracle child who has my heart flying so, so high

i know for sure that she will always be at my sides,

i am sure she will love me forever,

oh heart, be joyous, be happy, rejoice

for she has made,you, her choice

and heart, our empress has the sweetest, sweetest voice,

laugh heart laugh, smile heart smile,

always be happy heart, not only for awhile,

for she will always sit on our thigh, to hug us and kiss us, 

to comfort us, yes heart we are bless

she is our gift after the great, great test,

after the years and years of stress

for you and me heart, JAH chose for us, the best,

i need her much, always and forever i will cherish her,

give to me, universe, this gift which was long ago promised,

i only want to kiss, i don't want her to miss, not even one hug,

we will roll on the rug, both of our hearts will be so, so proud.

My angel has appeared and all my loneliness is dead!

in the clouds is my head,

for her universe, you know how hard i begged, i only want to touch her legs,

to caress in our bed,

what else was said,

she will prepare my table with fruits and bread,

she will kiss the back of my neck since she knows how i flex,

I CAN ONLY DREAM, WHAT'S NEXT.