Wednesday 27 March 2013

The Sea-ty-




You are there and I am here...

Seperated by  a sea of what only you know, people only you see and things only you feel

I look into your eyes and realize - I can't read your mind and as Shakespeare said "There is no tool to find the minds construction in the face". . .

Face to face
Though sometimes it hurts I continue to stand beside you

There is no rational cause to the path we've walked, my only hope is that I never lose faith in what we have

That my hand never slips from yours
That my mind never finds a new love to drift too
And lastly that our hearts continue to remember the song they once sung together

By 01

Wednesday 20 March 2013

Credo Mutwas Pledge

"When kings are slain, and a pope is sent to
hell,
when on a marble slab..a murdered princess
lies,
a pale sacrifice to the beasts that rule the
stars,
When out of the sky a stricken warplane falls,
trailing behind it long bridal veils of flame,
as missiles rage and red hot cannon roar...
When the battle tank briefly rules the blood
drenched plains,
an iron tyrant on another's stolen throne...
and it's long cannon shatters the trembling
skies with sound,
When nameless soldiers die friendless and
unknown,
in Africa's valleys or Kosovo's snow-bound
plains,
and whole tribes perish of hunger, disease and
war...
When money is built into a jail to hold
humankind
and love has died and compassion is unknown...
and lies become truth... and truth becomes a lie
in a nameless city
When, in streets who have no love,
numberless children know hunger and abuse...
In countless homes where brute force rules
supreme,
women have become blood-spattered slaves,
strangers to love, healing and respect,
strangers to the gentle and comforting word...
Whose guilty shoulders must bear
the heavy beam of crucifixion, all the ill we see?
Whose quivering back must bear the barbed
scourge?
For all the evil and all the pain we have known
friends
my Earth this on Freemasons are there Weavers
of lies, brewers of lies, who can strike at people
with weapons of the night
against which no armour and no shield can
prevail.
The written word is their poison-coated sword,
the tinkeling coin their cull and crop of maize...
Murderers of nations, Africa's deadliest foes,
I curse your footsteps wherever you may go,
In whichever cave or dungheap you may hide,
I curse you all...may Heaven blast your eyes.
Tell Jabulon, the demon you call God,
Nomabhunu's son defies him to his face,
I swear by the stones on my mother's sacred
grave,
that as from this moment, I will fight you to the
end.
Against your kind, against your Masters too,
I will not cease to raise the Sword of Light.
For all you have done and all you have yet to do,
I will fight you to the ending of my days....."
Credo Mutwa

http://www.think-aboutit.com/
Reps/APLEDGEFROMCREDOMUTWA.htm