Thine Light Shines Forever More

It was going to be one of the most disapproving events in our nations human history.  But such is life. There was nothing anyone could do.  Once things have been implemented, those things were going to be carried out accordingly.  It didn't matter whether those things or events made any since or not to the human existence, those were things and or events that had been considered and now were going to be skillfully addressed.

I smile like a child now.  There was nothing I nor anyone else could have done to change our humans history.  It takes a village...and that village was and has always been traumatized from history's past and present.  But...that's what's makes us human.  Hope.  Though things in this life seem inconceivably hopeless, we are inextricably doomed to fail.

(to be continued...)

I Wish You Were Here! (Once Recovered Black Stoner, Now A Stoner Once More, Washington D.C. Native) 2015

Sending stars from above as the lift off occurs;
Blurs through my sight as the lights of the earth get a little smaller.
I holler from the lovely emotion speeding toward the atmosphere as my soul starts to level off;
I select a better view as the jettisons stop.
I hop on my back to pay attention to outer space,
Throwing up a peace sign as I stare in wonder;
The thunder rumbles through my back and out of my chest,
Aftershocks from the sky a little below me.
The best is yet to come as my soul gets ready for re-entry...
Being gone what seemed for so long.
I land so softly upon the green earth, touching down.
I turn around and say,
"Fire it up again nigga! 'Cause I'm goin for nother round!"
The sound is tremendous as the smoke is sucked in,
The rockets burning off what isn't needed.
B-B-Boom!
And it's lift off. . .all over again.

The Face Of America? (Broke Black Prophet) 2009

"I'm going to do what's best for America!" These sorry ass politicians say time and time again with their lyin asses! Niggahs, puh-leeze! The fuck you think you talkin too? We ain't no lowly, depressed and shiftless slaves anymo mah fuckahs! No, we be edumacated. Why yah playin. We's can read and we's can writes! Yao Ming?

How in the fuck can these mah fuckahs do anything for us when you only have party systems? Please tell a niggah cause he would really like to know? Shiiit! That dog don't hunt here anymore juniah! Unh-the-fuck-unh! With your dirty faces! Y'alls asses have to start takin accountability for your actions now. Done laid so many of us sorry asses off, fired mah fuckahs, sent jobs overseas and givin jobs to everyone in America that isn't an American! The fuck?

And I don't wannah hear that shit no mo bout Mexicans! Fuck that! They are just some of tens of millions in America gettin our American jobs. Lets talk bout all these non-naturalized Irish, Russian, British...just tah name a few, flyin under the color washed radar. Yeah, let's talk bout these white illegals! My Black American ass is tired of hearin bout the ones of color. Let's talk bout y'alls white foreign asses gettin a pass from this white oriented media and political arena. While yah playin. But ain't nobody talkin bout that shit! Oh, and what a surprise! We all have been conditioned to think only people of color do wrong, one of them bein, workin illegally in America! Fuck You!

And what do the Mexicans do? Just like American niggahs do, go on the defensive. Talkin bout they have rights and shit! No! No! No! You silly son of a Bastard! Wrong-fuckin-argument! What y'alls broke Mexican niggah asses need tah do is start pointin fingers toward all these white illegals workin in this mah fuckah, that far surpass y'alls Mexican asses in numbers. But, no, what do you do? Keep talkin bout cho rights. And I hate tah tell yah, with yo ignant asses, American niggahs been talkin that shit fo a long ass time and look how far we've come? Those mah fuckahs ain't tryin tah hear that bullshit!

You see whether yo ass is Puerto Rican, Spanish, Ecuadorean, Colombian...you still considered by the white American media and the white populous at large, a fuckin wetback. Don't chew see? The complexion, texture and color of your hair and especially the accent is a dead ass give away in rural Idaho, Indiana, Ohio...shit, pick a state mah fuckah in the US of fuckin A. You see what our Black sorry asses been goin through? Get some! Yous an easy ass target just by your characteristics to this white owned media and white ass federal gov'ment. And a lot of y'all havin the nerves tah hate us, niggahs? The fuck you thinkin boo-boo? Cause we from the same mah fuckin boat, literally and figuratively! With yo ignant asses. Take old, Vladimir from Russia or Helga from Germany... well to those said rural places in America, well, shit, that's what America is about.  That's what is considered: The Face Of America.  They blend the fuck in. But not cho darky ass! Do you understand what I'm tryin to convey?

Anyway. Just a thought. Shiit! Next time My Dear Sweet Sistahs and Brothahs! The next time. Cause we need tah quit all this bullshit.  Cause the only real Americans are Native Americans and yo broke asses see how this here You-S-of-Fuckin-A's treatin "real" Americans!

But for now, I won't take any more of your precious time! And it is still, a Beautiful thang! Oh, yes it is! Peace! More to come...

The Voice Of Reason (Broke Black Prophet) 2008

So, the mah fucah was sittin up there, right? Mindin his own business, doin what any male does that has this here Internet, piquing his interest which oft times is prurient! Should be called InterTube because that was the only shit to be watchin. Shit, Youtube, Pornotube...pick your poison mah fuckah. But that's what he was doin. Any how. The mah fuckah come across one of the millions of tubes out there, and commences tah watchin it. Well he clicked on it at first, because he thought it would be interestin, so to make a long story short, it was a woman havin anal sex with a man. The rough nasty kind. Well, he was surprised because the tag line showed, "Steve Irwin's Stingray death." And his ass was like, "What the fuck?" But what made his ass even more fucked up was when he didn't click out of that tube in time, while the mah fuckahs was still doin their b'ness, oh, you didn't hear the usual moanin, shit naw! Some type of fucked up evil voice comin over loud and clear tah his ass, and he could have sworn just before the tube ended, by the swift left click of his mouse, he could have sworn he heard in this slow, evil...you know...this shit you done heard the devil sounded like all your fuckin life...well anyway, that mah fuckah said tah him, "Doooon'ttt gooooo doooooowwwwn ttttthiiiiissss rooooaaaaadddddd! Yooooooouuuuuu haaaaaavvvvvvve Beeeeeeennnnnnnn fooooooooorrrrrrrrwaaaaarrrrrnnnnnneeeeedddddd. Meredith!" Like a 45 runnin on 33 and a third speed, then at the end, with his name runnin on the right speed for the 45 record. Out of all that he knew he heard the latter part, his name.

Leave the shit alone mah fuckah! Been cured ever since. And that My Dear Sweet Sistahs and Brothahs, is a Beautiful thang! Oh, yes it is! Peace! Yah heard may? More to come...

Fucking Children Ain't Cool! Most Of The Elite Are Pedophiles. And They Need To Die...Soon! (POPO-HED, General Angel Martinez, Speaking To The City Of Hollywood Council Members) 2018

When it hurts the people in power then there are changes made to the laws that everyone is supposed to be abiding by.  Because woe is me if a person like I gets caught doing a misdeed.  “Tis the gallows for thee!  And off with thine kinky hair!”  But when those same people in power are breaking said laws everybody should be just keepin it movin, cause we know what’s we doin you ingrates! 

But we have all heard that bullshit before, over and the fuck over and the fuck over and the fuck…does a niggah really needs tah keep going for all of you My Dear Sweet Sistahs and Brothahs tah see what the fuck has and is happening in this bitch contained in this world we call life?  Oh, you the fuck see it!  Live and in HD colah muh fuckuhs!  And they ain’t even tryin tah make the quality of what the real deal Holyfield look fuzzy.  Fuck no!  Why the fuck would they do that shit?  We still buying like all good citizens do.  We still watching the various mediums they have created for us to keep us busy and docile, like the good low-life dogs that we are.  Yet, they have the propensity in such an un-transparent way to fuck and fuck up our youth with their very aggressive and perpetually carried out of the pedophile doctrine that has always been implemented and carried out by the elite of this life in every corner of this fucked up world.

If a child is unable to be just a child in this world, then what is life?  This is where we came up with the underground, Pedophile Offense Perpetrators Officers Hollywood Enforcement Division.

Our Motto :We don't give a shit who you are!  If you fuck children, you are never above the law of California!  And you best believe, there are some inmates waiting to meet you.  

(to be continued…)

Cloyingly Sweet Love (BBP) 2007

Love is sweet.

The warmth engulfs me,

Molecules racing around

At an enormous speed in my body;

A catalyst has been implemented;

Causing a reaction that I cannot control.

Love is sugar to the emotions;

If enough is added,

There is nothing I can do,

But keep tasting the sugary nauseating sweetness;

And let the molecules race;

And be in awe of the speed.

Declaration D'Amour (Traduction Par Vingt-Quatre Ans Le Mâle Noir) 2007

I look into your eyes,
With no surprise
I realize,
And see affection
Oh; alas, not pointed in this direction;
But I wish with an abundance of expectation.

But your heart is too dissected,
Not one,like me, being selected,
by your love that is apparent,
A love for others that is inherent,
From Maternal obligation
And subjugation.
That is not the question,
Whether you know real love or not,
The consensus: we are all a mixed up lot.

One of these days you will choose me or another,
And show the real Love you do smother;
Then you have taken the step to go further,
Down life's dark road;
Which many have come back with horrors told;
But some are still traveling down,
Trudging fearlessly without a frown.

They have decided to go down that road: that journey
Oft times not finding it blissful or funny;
But they have found it to be exhilarating and interesting,
Not Boring.

And believe it or not...even Sunny.

Hunting: That's What Y'All Men Folk Call Sport? (Black American Satirist) 1983

Now, in America, they did studies, sayin that if a woman has lil titties, they can't fuck. Talkin bout some kind of insecurity, not measurin up. Some bullshit! I hear that on the opposite side, women talkin bout lil dick muh fuckuhs. So, what's the fuckin point?

I mean, in China, I ain't heard no man talkin bout those lil titty Asian women. Or the lil titty Asian women talkin bout lil dick Asian men. So again, what's the fuckin point? Your fuckin environment and it's people make up your beliefs... And your fuckin points! That ain't nothin scientific. Fuckin fact. No science involved, just fuckin natural, is all.

If I were a deer, I'd be laughin my ass off at the muh fuckuh with his camos huntin garb on waitin, thinkin he blendin in and shit. But yah see, my ass is a full-timer, muh fuckuh! I see yo pathetic, part-time-havin-nature-sorry-ass, but a muh fuckuh needs his sustenance, needs tah fuckin eat! Just befo my life as a buck ceases.

But my ass is human! So fuck those muh fuckuhs tryin tah fool Nature's Angels! Yo ass ain't gottah do that shit no mo! For real!

Musing Valentine's Day (Twenty-One Years Old, Caucasian Male) 1981

Flowers Per dozen are tripled.
Your pocket this day is very crippled.
A man-made day like the rest,
Every year I seem to flunk the test.
Cupid's arrow and stuff like that,
I could really hit Cupid with a bat.
Every year you seem to buy more,
Wandering around broke in the store.
Yes, the plastic will see much action
This Winter's day of passion.
Buy! Buy! Is the only reason;
For Many of days in every season.
You give and smile like you are thrilled,
And what you are really thinking about is getting billed.
Your loved one that is so happy about the gift you gave,
You're wondering how many bucks you could have saved
If you could have just given a traditional card,
As they look at the five by eight and think,
"You can take this and shove this up your ass, real hard."
Even though you have been taught it's the thought,
Your love is now based on the price of the gift you've bought.
So you have to give an expensive gift, then wine and dine,
Because that is when you really shine!
Just remember that this is just one day out of many,
That you will spend your every penny,
So, as the days of the year accumulate,
Your available credit will dissipate;
But don't forget it's all for love,
That is why you are in debt woefully above,
You sit around thinking what to do?
Put the relationship on hold until the days are through?
No! Now, that would be too easy and a whole lot cheaper.
Is it really cheaper to keep her?...

I'm convinced days like this and so many more,
Were made up by the retail and floral stores.

Jersey Girls (Black Stand-Up Comedian And Satirist, Lambert Jones) 2008

Gottah woman lovin the shit out of that ass and shit! Oft times fuckin the dogshit out of yah! Down fo her mothah fuckin man! No mattah the circumstance! Shiiit!

Then what does yo sorry ass go do? You go put anothah mothah fuckahs name on yo sorry ass back, male no less, with corresponding team and number tah boot! The fuck?! That's some gay ass shit, with yo hypocritical, homophobic, no count havin ass! Like Ol Seinfeld said, "Not sayin there's anything wrong with that!" No! Hell no! Not-the-fuck-at-all!

But don't sit yo happy ass up there and condemn gay men for lovin men. And yo ass sittin up there havin: Brady; Manning; Wayne; Jordan; Kobe...fo every damn body tah see and tah witness, on the back of yah damn shirt! And payin good fuckin ass money for the shit! The fuck you think you foolin?

Yo woman's name ain't proudly silk screened on the back of that mothah fuckah! And she's tearin yo shit up! Gratis! Oh, No! A man's last name is on the back of yo shit that you paid, at the very least, fifty fuckin dollahs and the mothah fuckah ain't even suckin yo damn nasty, smelly ass dick and balls! The fuck wrong with y'all "bitches"?

Brings a whole new mothah fuckin meanin to, "I gots that name and number!" Really? Uhm! You sorry mothah fuckin "real" men! That shit ain't sharp at all! It's gay as hell! And I ain't mad at cha at-the-fuck-all! Belee dat son!

All I'm sayin is, just step the fuck out that mothah fuckin closet! And tell that Beautiful woman yo ass been foolin, she's relieved of her womanly duties. Cause I gotsah man to take care of my needs and fantasies. Right cheer ons my back! And tell all the gay men, "I'm sorry!" Cause you are!

The End of The Petrodollar Is The Beginning of The End (Anonymous) 2017

“Look at me! Look at me!” So says each titty as it is presented in this vast second hand supermarket of visual rotten product; byproduct of the mind being blind from brainstorm’s warm silky sexy essence. The long phallic causing dramatics as the jeans screams at its seams, as the ladies seem taken aback at the noticeable protuberance; a bulge, enhanced by a non-partial vein of conditioned vanity of a humane society which has never shown humanity. Fancy another animal whence one was evolved. We have solved the quandary of the other creatures that are featured in this Global motion picture. Being rational is not even a solution that’s deemed final! Cannibals vying for a bigger piece of meat that is in abundance on this terra firma as we all are afforded man-made concrete. Trying to throw attention from a “reasoned” dimension, “I live! And the others’ give!” An elitist thinking; not even drunk or have been drinking. Soberly avowing sane speak. Peek around the corner of the cross street you’re about to meet, instead of looking straight ahead. It ain’t all about you, Boo-Boo. Boohoo! We all stand in this realm. Overwhelmed by how we let our Eden necrotize into this blighted mess now un-sanitized. Confess with empty chest. Capitalized to the point of bankruptcy. Chapter seven will not even put us into solvency. Yet, we still keep spending; getting ever more in debt. Well the Creditor is demanding a remittance. Time to serve our sentence. The penance…life; without the possibility of parole; to help get back the Loveliness in this existence. Don't let the evil control! “It is finished! Amen!” Now, go gather the whole.

Seeing Is Believing...continued... (Loquacious, Thirty-Two Years Old, Male, Tribe Person) 1976

...Think about what it will be like if there is a heaven. It has to be one of the worst things that could happen to a person. All day every day paying homage and praising an entity all the day long. Or will it still be incremental as in days? Maybe there will be no time. Maybe one will just be. Maybe. Maybe there will be no sleep. Maybe one will have no time to themselves. Maybe one will always be in the company of others passing something other than time. Maybe one will just be glad they are not in the other place. Whatever that may be. A lot of Maybes.

I often think of what it will be like if there is a Heaven. I often think. I think about these people like to this day no matter how good life has been for them they complain like nobody’s business. You know if there is a Heaven there will be the ones that complain after awhile. Complaining that there is nothing to do in this so sterile environment. Nothing to do but praise “Him.” People may say the things I am writing are blasphemous but if I feel the way I do in the written prose what difference does it make? I mean if I do not say it does it not make it less true to me? I feel it so I say that it is the truth.

You see everyone is looking for a savior. Looking for someone to instill the truth into them. If it was the truth, the Gospel, people would not be doing a tenth of what they indulge into on a daily basis. There would be a crime free world with people working together and doing what they had to do for the human condition. Understanding we are not alone in this world and we can not progress in this society or this earth without others. Others make us solidify the truth as we know it. Other individuals make us understand our own existence. If we did not have other people to view and to make up what we know as reality we could not make sense out of our own life. We could not say with total certainty that we do exist without seeing other life forms. I remember reading some philosopher making the statement of, “I think; therefore, I exist!” Do we really as it pertains to that statement? I mean without witnessing another life form or another creature or living entities, can one honestly say they exist? Sure one can if one makes up their own reality but after awhile that wears thin and one must need another living entity to reaffirm their belief in their own existence.  And even if one looks at just pure thought, how would one be aware of their sentient awareness without the physical body...(to be continued)