“I and I asked an Elder, ‘What is the secret of the Great Pyramid?’
He looked at me and smiled. ‘Son, the human body contains all the secrets of the Great Pyramids and the Universe. Know the One and you know the All, for man is really the Pyramid . . .’ ”
-Mahseeyahu Ben Selassie” (Top Secret)
the vow of the Nazirite
was buried with dreadlocks
but now that dreadlocks have re-arisen –
where is the vow of the Nazirite?
the Hippocratic oath
was buried with Afrikan doctors
but now that Afrikan doctors have re-arisen –
where is the Hippocratic oath?
am i the only fool
who has thoughts like these?
am i the only one
who persistently questions what we know and believe?
the mortal attempt
to rule and control
is not as old
as the oldest of rules
intuition
is beyond institution
the instructions of nations
pales to our Spiritual relations
to overstand destiny
you must understand entropy
to overstand friction
you must understand attrition
there is nothing older or greater
than Natural law
beyond form or formlessness
beyond foundation and flaw
i have forgotten
most of what i have known
closer to death
closer to be reborn
all within the mysteries of being young
all within the mysteries of being old
whole until unfolding
unfolding until whole
we would do more to learn from Nature
than any mortal frame, formula, fissure, or fracture
October 1st, 2011
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the perfection
of self-destruction
and Earth Mother desecration
is the perfection
of Anti-Creation
in my Spirit
i have seen the harmony
of purer rivers
and the radiance of the planet
expressing all of its wonders
and beautiful colors
i do not live my life -
i am merely a vessel
to be emptied and filled
by the infinite journey of Souls
i am where the Creator has placed me
to observe, to use the gifts given me
as a sacred creature
existing responsibly . . .
not to change the world,
but to ever elevate the vision and imagination
of an infinitely changing me . . .
October 1st, 2011
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“I was free, but there was no one to welcome me to the land of freedom. I was a stranger in a strange land.”
-Harriet Tubman 1845
“Free your mind and your age will follow.”
-Ram Dass (aka Richard Alpert, from his book “Still Here”)
it is a shame
that with new trends
come new forms
of oppression
the shifts of hipness
can be adopted by those who transgress
to re-institute a new hierarchy of slavery
creating new classes of the oppressed
the greatest crimes
have been committed against our minds
the world overrun by supreme, brutal barbarians
nations of neo-slaves and gentrification
fascist opinion polls
and their oligarchic trolls
subliminally tell you what values to let go
and what values to hold
the greatest criminals rule this earth
in arrogance and opulence
and will immediately move to crush you
if you awaken from their devilish dogma, and choose to take a stance
do not speak of love –
it is empty, occupying only coffins and shrouds
buried deep with the struggles of our ancestors
ever looking upward, beneath the shadows of clouds
do not speak of love
where the oceans have been replaced with blood
and the most sacred things must be exploited for money
while we hail as heroic for being naturally and responsibly good
what you might be looking for
may not be found in a church –
it may be where you find the worst dirt –
where people ache from hunger and hurt
flesh
has been mechanized –
a patented gene
to be engineered and commodified
our Planet being flushed down a commode
dehumanized
desensitized
Spiritually neutralized
once inside
now i am outside
illusions recognized
life becomes realized
October 1st, 2011
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“The business of music is more often than not a world of small minds and little soul, where success is dictated by the ability to locate trends and accordingly manufacture the most lucrative product available. In this context, the lowest forms of capitalism emerge in insidious ways: the isolation and ghettoization of easily controlled “genres” and the encouragement of planned obsolescence as ways to keep up the flow of “product” become the techniques for success. Vision, integrity, significance and expression — the driving forces behind the creative act — are sacrificed as mere obstructions to the workings of business.”
-Peter Wetherbee
speech that ascends
the meaning of being free –
cosmic, karmic communication
filling the void blissfully –
this is the music that speaks for me
speaking for the healing Sun
the only One
the healing drum
no compromise for higher compassion
for the healing sound
for the Spirit unbound
for higher reason
for a better world to come
bring on the healing songs
money-greed will not stop them
flood the Earth with the healing songs
no barbarian butcher can chop them
i am a sacred creature
i live my life accordingly
i revere the music
that lives inside of me
i sing to the heavens
EARth, air, land, and sea
it is godly revelry
the true freedom of being happy
October 1st, 2011
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“In order to conceive of a problem on a social and/or political level we all need to have access to the same language; in other words, we need to achieve linguistic parity just to have the potential to take actions in concert.”
-Walter Mosley (Twelve Steps Toward Political Revelation)
managers hide in the hedges fund scraps
crawling on pork bellies pollute bond smokestacks
stocks inflate unions deflate all workers with broke backs
lap-dog cops slap options rich thieves feed us more crap
investors speculators segregate integrate switch and bait
good-bye low sell high buy your soul to the sky despise and hate
in arrogance and belligerence claim earth and the best of everything
magnetic romancing see those exotic derivatives dancing
toxic world buried polluted by immorality greed what’s to defend
i am a threat to them i am their alien within
jesus-killaz tomb raiders space invaders tax evaders
who determined the image of dreadlocked predators?
assault burglary shootings robbery theft inhumanity
shameless liars of distant fires the result of the heathen destiny
innerstarship always far above this powers never to explain
i am a threat to them cannot comprehend the shield against their pain
black and white fascists
can care less
ignore your misery
spin their lies and revise history
i guarantee
leave nothing to chance
and take a stance
dem will pee they pants
stand still Earth
i am their alien within
karma haunted crybaby
brutal scared shit heathen
this is The Day
i am their alien within
they cannot change their ways
let them end
September 1st, 2011
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