Black Poetry : Black Messiah The Blood Upon My Door

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    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Black Messiah
    Author Jacqueline Amos

    Through the ultimate achievements of man,
    the diversity of human associations,
    has been limited to self.
    The knowledge to know,
    but never the wisdom to apply.
    Blood dripping, from the mouths,
    of my brother, who that lead in captivity,

    shall die in captivity.
    The tears of wisdom,
    knowledge enters as a beaming light,
    the milk of thy fathers garden.
    Mighty fountains,
    combustion grains beneath the broken wings.
    Thy lye upon the cross.
    Let my ancestors define my cause.
    The law of miss knowing a close mind
    will only confuse you.

    The law of un doing. The spirit of one generation,
    becomes the history
    Of the next. The blood that runs upon the rivers,
    the sea’s that enters.
    I the Messiah locks of my father,
    test of faith, who is my brother?
    I have felt the pain the betrayal of thy seed,
    instant death jealousy and hate.
    Let not thy right hand defend thy left.
    I the Black Messiah cry in silence
    The roots of my tree is dead.
    I have sent my brothers to defend my cause.
    There legacy as mind shall not be in vain.
    Sealed in a book an un just cause.
    Who pleads my case.

    I the Black Messiah the Solomon as I my brother,
    The lynching of thy roots lives in a cocoon,
    who fights our cause.
    An engine called perseverance insurance of faith.
    A curve called failure, a loop called confusion.
    Almighty God my brothers have abandon me.
    Resistance assimilation of the universe,
    destructions of an inheritances,
    genocide by my brother who refuse to lead.
    The mission of the land of the lost,
    path of assimilation is a word of action.
    My blood I give to thee. Captivities shall not be kept.

    Truth and off set to self.
    I am not dead the voices cries from the soul.
    Hear the screaming of the winds,
    I shall not go under.
    I gave my life for my brother.
    The haunting of thy soul shall follow me.
    Salvation that lye upon my feet,
    As the slain that lies upon the grave.

    Thy trespasses lie upon me.
    My eyes cries by reason of my wraith.
    I must now reap the sore of my brothers,
    disobedience upon the earth.
    But unto thee I come as a humble child to thy God,
    I stand before my Almighty God,
    forgive thee dear lord.

    I give thy blood upon you, thy loving kindness,
    upon thy head, thy faithfulness in destruction,
    has taken charge
    Shall thy wonders be known upon the dark.
    That my children shall not feel the pain.

    the eyes have seen the blood of thy sons,
    thy back has felt the heat of thy whip,
    thy walk with the scars on my back ,
    and the blood in the palms of my hands.
    Desires of wanting , pain that seeks,
    through thy vain, pleading to inner depths,
    of the mind.

    Cease and assist thy family tree,
    of heritage that hangs from the death,
    of the root of thy tree.
    Thirsting for the walls to open ,
    love locked , boundaries of no return,
    the fleeing of diversity that has no humanitarian,
    conscious of self.
    The battling upon heritage loyalty only to self.

    If thy hold thy peace to darkness of the heart.
    The harden of the rock,
    of thy foundation shall surely die.
    Servants that sings its own rules,
    shall mold away and die.

    Thy shall not hold thy peace of righteousness.
    thy darkness shall no longer sanctions thy truth.
    Decaying of a world order which refuse to confess.
    Wombs of earth validated by the scorns of revenges,
    Hostage to the devils revenge.

    The Abomination of earth bows to a different high.
    Immersions in a transformations,
    of corrupt values of individuality,
    weeping that the soul has no strength of its own.
    Imbibing the spoken words with disgrace,
    the ancient hat return to claim his rightful place.
    Battle cry belligerency will not access,
    my fathers universe,
    Freedom the spirits cry, ancient spirits awake,
    they will never rest, disgrace to there names,
    by many who have no claim,
    Derisions, of the holy grounds.

    The symbols of emblems that set before,
    the devil as he steals from the Universe.
    The sounds of roars, the seas cry out,
    the skies roars thunder,
    the ancient dust have return.
    Open Lynchings of the spoken words,
    will not be deleted.

    I walk within the battlefield of the devil,
    I shall fear no evil for thou art with thee,
    I walk into the wars of the earth,
    I the love, the peace maker of your faith,
    I have seen the dead,
    an the killers of men.

    I cry the name of thy brothers blood,
    I scream the glory of thy most precious God.
    All arms against me stood,
    thy graceful mercy rescued me
    from those who live beneath the earth.
    Oh thy God in the morning I shall hear.
    Thy fears increase thy froes.
    The evil of man shall have no claim ,
    the sword of man sings its own song.
    Thy watchful enemies awaits my death,
    to still my soul they wait.
    The dust that exhales the devil in his clutch.
    Oh thy shield of your love thy almighty God.

    Holy City of Mecca sacred upon thy solid grounds.
    Soft and delicate , flavors of just love,
    I cry war upon those who trample on thy creations. T
    here is no excuse for murder,
    those who kill my creations.
    Oh thou thousand voices that screams,
    give me back thy honor upon thy land,
    tears that cries from the heaven.
    Oh thy great God of creations.

    I sit upon the lands of sacred psalms,
    Disasters of vital morality, reality,
    spirituality life on my back,
    suppression, manhood of inhibited,
    songs of rotten death,
    intellectuality without common sense .

    Civilizations cries my children for man to see,
    acceptance of oppressions.
    Holy Cities of World,
    Holy Cities of Villages,
    Holy Cities of all thy creations,
    has been tarnished by hate and destructions.

    I set before my Father in heaven,
    the price of freedom is truth.

    Copywriter 2001
    Noumi Collections
    All rights reserved
    jacqueline amos
  2. BaduX

    BaduX Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    On the right hand of GOD
    i like God Bless
  3. $$RICH$$

    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    yes indeed sistah u said it all right here ...
    Amen .......blessing be his name

    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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  5. triniti424

    triniti424 going above and beyond PREMIUM MEMBER

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    you gave me chills :bowdown: blessings to you my sista