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

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

Black Intellectual

"They speak of Being a Black Intellectual as if it were a crime. As if the words Black and Intellectual dont rhyme.
They speak of The Mind as if it were purely designed for Being Radical-Political, As if Sex were just for Procreation.

Black Intellectual, Writing for the sake of Writing.
Thinking for the sake of thinking.
Politicalising because you have to. . .

Poor Black Intellectual, how everyone foresakes you for merely existing.
Like an Appendix they label you, for purely existing.

These Poor Black Intellectuals imprisoned by their own race. Masked by its people, ashamed to look at their own face.

Educated, Privilleged and well-read.
The Poor Black Intellectual moves amongst all races,pink and green alike.
Amassing wealth and friends who
adore him, honour her but they all despise him alike.

Poor Black Intellectual, The Black-Sheep of the Black-Sheep
Maybe One Day they'll see the Black In The Diamond, actually Maybe not. . .this is Black Society Poor Black Intellectual."

by No Home for Black-Intellectuals

Of Bitches and Witches

There are Gods and there are Goddesses. Raised to be Gods and taught to view Goddesses as mere witches.

The Cross on which 'witches' were woven into our subconscious minds. . .
What was once sacred was labelled as tainted by Holy-Houses that Hung and Burnt Goddesses for their powers.
Instead these powers were used to perform secret rituals were virgins were used as whores and sacrificed to Holy-Gods that moved in Holy-Darkness.

Now this may seem like a myth but myths always find a way to reawaken into reality!

These Goddesses that firstly fell and turned into Guardian Angels were then demonized and become Mermaids! Mermaids that were once beautiful and sang songs of Rhythm and Peace became sirens that seduced men and made them weak. . .

Oh! Was that Eve hidden in metaphor?
or was that Mary Magdelene clothed in Marys 'Purity'?
Or was that just an excuse by the Holey-church to kill dolphins and rape Mother Nature?

6000years later these witches are placed in boxes and called bitches! Their bodies are 'Hot!'!
Constantly on Heat so how can we not rape them?
How can we just let them walk infront of us and tempt us?

But oh holy-priest lead us not into temptation!
lead us not into temptation!

This fire burns between my thighs and i cannot do douse this flame!
So create religions that hide her beauty, secret societies that use her kundalini, psychologies that teach her guilt and give her love and culture that keep her Human!
I pray she never remembers who she realy is. . .

Oh! What shame? What disgust these women bring to Earthly family!

Or have we gotten that she births the whole World and yet we call men God. . .

Written By ZerOne

Of Bitches and Witches

#Forbiddenfruits
#sex
#goddesses #women #love

Amma

Do you know that you have wings? Or do they know you have wings, and they use that against you? By enducing high levels of energy,emotion or though do we access kundalini unconsciousness?

http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ginseng - Can we learn to use our wings?

just a thought

Redbull gives you wings- What is found in redbull is the herb - ginseng which means 'mans herb' because of its shape. it comes frm the plant genus Panax that mans 'all heal'. now, is redbull using kundalini energy for its own purpose by promising us wings and 'energy'? can kundalini be manipulated through the mind? are we aware of our kundalini and its presence. . .

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Oasis

Every so often her smile brings rain to my desert lands. Every so often the desert turns moist. . .not all of it though! That cant be allowed! Every so often an Oasis appears in the desert. . .but only where she walks . . On this dry land that is my SaHaRa HeART she brings RaIn. . .But only where she walks. . .she is my Oasis