Black Poetry : The Black Man's Anthology

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    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

    United States
    Jan 15, 2003
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    Brooklyn N. Y.

    Oh Universe I come to you;
    the history that man has cursed
    Of a Blackman. Validation is not needed;
    I am the Alph and Omega of Black Pslams
    I am the original sit back and allow
    me to give the history of what I am all about,
    don’t confuse the boy with the man.
    I the ebony King as my brother Jesus
    It is written in the books of life.
    All sources of religion knows my past.
    Within the realms of destruction,
    I am powerful through the characteristic
    Lynching my success of a man
    Cannot be befoul.
    They nailed my brother to the cross.
    Through the past and to the future
    The curse have fell upon there family tree.
    The wanting of a King the slave masters
    daughter cry for ebony love.

    I cry not for your approval;
    It is not the foundation greater or less,
    share of humanity of Gods most precious jewels,
    within the circle of righteousness’.
    Veils of black emotions sings,
    the songs of the tombs of thy ancestors,
    Captivity without a tune of liberation,
    or the sacred treasures of thy ancestors.
    Superior of beauty, elegant essence of wisdom,
    the royalty of a greater foundation.
    Captivity has no rhythms of Gods words.
    Delicate of sanctuary, sensations filled with spirit,
    captivity will be no victim song.
    The dignity that shall never fall.
    Nevertheless you have tried to taint my woman’s head.
    Never the less the power of a true Queen will
    not be subsided to your trick apologies of who I am.
    The Queen have wrote the script so what
    ever toxins that are set for me.
    There is a portion to kill the wicked
    that comes in black face to destroy
    the strength of a confide king.

    There’s no mask needed;
    The burning cross planted above my door;
    The cross never burned out;
    the mask is black,
    Reverse the syndromes;
    Slave masters syndromes lives next door.

    Be not fooled, my Queen is the torch
    Of every step that I take.
    She is the rhythm of my heart.
    The breath when it is to hard to breathe;
    The footsteps when I am tired to lead.
    Don’t confuse the woman with the toy;
    An ambiguous revolution
    hooked on stupidity;
    A complicated retardation
    Mild case of delusion;
    Misleading appearances
    Leaders without character;
    Infectious to younger generations
    Smoking guns; who gives a dam
    About a future.
    Let me set the record straight
    My Queen is the power house
    Of my foundation. My roots
    Will never rote by the decay of neglect.
    I the black man will meet you own the other side of the cross.
    Be not confuse with the imitation of who I am.
    Be not confuse with the limitation which you swear I have.
    Be not confuse of the liberty of a king.

    Elements of universe that’s on fire
    Black state of mind,
    Primary weapon of containment
    Greed power of contiguous sentiments,
    Condescending movements
    Slander ostracize lynching.
    Raping me of my dignity
    Wearing the sentiments of my sacred identity
    Summoned by my ancestors
    As they turn over in they grave.
    Masquerading as a hero without
    A clue of tomorrow living in a mansion
    Without recovery of who is and what my mission to be
    My babies future of tomorrow.

    Toxins that filled the streets

    Sipping on death

    Oppressor of self

    Surrounding hate

    Pollutions has no fate.

    I the black man who takes care his foundation.
    Words are silent when success sits upon your door.
    Labels are presented when destruction continues to flow.
    Man who sits upon his self made thrown.
    I black man has been summoned by God.
    The trickery of flesh dose not represent who I am.
    Wisdom worth more than silver and gold
    The soul worth more than the man
    Who lives for the earth?
    Loyalty worth more than a man who has no honor to self.

    Love greater than silver and gold.
    Trust stronger than the lion that roars
    Knowledge worthless without honor of self,
    Understanding rationalization what comes first,
    What comes last? Honor worthy than thieves in the night.
    I black man has pleaded his case.
    I am the Ebony Black King.

    In this inferences time; I subside to the generation of reparations, Under the claim; no more for these un closed propositions; that so ever beyond the closures of truth cannot be presented, in the last days of this armory events, the last days has confirmed, the changing of the world, and man continues to sleep upon the darken silhouettes; and then their was tomorrow, forever an forever, their shall be know rest, before the end of time, but yet I stand before the confirmations of resurrection.

    That I have written them after the manner of the primitive sermonic details, death of life and the resurrection of life, In the writing of the ancient scripts of survival, I have, conform the high way to heaven, naturally, I have consume the breath of my brothers through the microscope of transitions, nevertheless the story have been rewritten upon the land of the doom, I felt the influence of the Spirituals that flows upon the blooded leaf.

    There is, my proclamation to an atmospheres of un related events, in event of my course, and the perpetration of my plan, the obstructions of self justice, stands before it’s on convictions, of mind, shall subside in the revisions of hypocrisies, of course, no way of transforming the dignity beyond death, portrays its on events of history,

    The fervor of the congregation, the amends and hallelujahs, has subsided in the mask of hidden illusions, the undertone of singing the marksmen song, which is often a soft accompaniment to parts of the physical magnetism that awaits for man to fall, the leader, the followers the lost and the winner, sermon; nor the personality of the prophets of wisdom,

    And God said to Moses: I've seen the awful suffering Of my people down in Egypt . But unto the prophets strength in the the almighty eyes of God, for who so ever come let him be willing, nevertheless the summons continue, breaking the chains that is deeply in bedded , the Moses who stood before the cross, black as the midnight collision, I’ve watched there hard oppressors, from slavery; and before the summary repeats, the prophets that believed in the almighty, the groans of my people, have mounted themselves to the bionic cross, the overseers and the drivers, again I have lived the horrors, the moonlit prophets deliver, the truce upon the land of dark, but yet I walk the blooded roads, and cry the slavery song, nevertheless I stand it no more, I must feel the rapture of my brothers song, but yet I stand without convictions of the lord,

    So I come down to deliver them out of the land of Egypt, as I continue to fight the battles upon the native land of Africa, but yet I stand tall, the re-events of my brothers, I the black Moses of my tribe. Therefore, Moses, go down, Go down into Egypt , And tell Old Pharaoh to let my people go So I'm come down to deliver them Out of the land of Egypt, And I will bring them out of that land Into the land of Canaan; Therefore Moses, go down, Go down into Egypt , And tell Old Pharaoh To let my people go. (22-37) I the Black Moses that walk upon the land, shall go down to the Babylon; I am the messenger who has come again, let my people go, I am the messenger of the ancient soul, walk toward the east, and save my people from the land of dark, I the culture of psalms, I shall free my people from the chains of defamation, and ordained them in the blood of de’ black Moses reform.​

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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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