Black Poetry : The Marks Men Pen

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  1. ASHANTA

    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    To be an author of the present, and never speaking of the past, the mind cannot conceive the true meaning of historical aesthetics; the source of my instilment details, of the struggles just to stay alive, through indignation, betrayed into the dangerous character of an Author, I sought among the prosperity, to de program the destructions of a tube legations that toxins the mind, a free chose of birth, that constitute my liberty to speak, the army is not an army, when the warrior fights among each other, and the people suffer from the addictive addiction for power, what is revolution? When the windows are closed in, and there is no link, the miss conception of passage, Salvatore of righteousness; the loyalty died when the hero performed miracles.

    But yet I found the aesthetics; modern Philosophy participated of the refinement, inflicting pain of the dead shall not rise, only if the truth is not told, my pen speaks of the dignity beyond death, the hero’s of inheritance shall not die, only if I choose to speak in darkness, without recovery of my dignity and those who walk with prophecies that was given by the Almighty God in heaven, but unto those who cultivate with their victorious arms of greed, I shall recite the constitution of justice, but unto my people who lived upon the abomination of man and earth which they defended with their blood; excluding the human God’s who dictate the solitary of un spoken truth.
    Nevertheless the sensitivity of truth may contaminate the order that has been resolve to an un civilized institution of dead man bureaucracies, I have travel places where no man has gone, subsided by the human death chambers of mind, but yet I conceive my proclamation of educational success through the congestion that the roots shall rise below the porous of the dead roots. In this hierologic prescriptions of those who continue to archive the historical events, consistently to an assertion of the rights of man, and the rights of Nature and events,


    I give unto man the blue print of this divesting world, and man who close their eyes to the restitutions of change, yet on this first, and probably last occasion, in this resolution of aesthetics should I embark to see a cause like this rescued from the embroidery of my pen, if I exhort my reevaluations my pen shall become weak, in which I shall obtrude my Sentiments upon the world, I may be sensitize, if I inscribe a piece, whose only merit is the humanity and freedom of its historical lies, sentiments to darkness, shall only submerse the retro active completions of truth, I have principally on this journey under all odds of adjustment to derived them of biblical and historical facts. Beneath a milder sky let peace introduce the genius and arts and the libations of the ancestries, and the integrity without insuring their duration, to invoke passion and let philosophy and science glory in a race of illustrious disciples the prophets’ seminary of spiritual grace.

    I'll hear the voices, the ancestors of yesterday, Virtue's legacy of tongues Shall sound against genocide of race, Unto I focus on humble, shall not my dignity be inherited as cowardly infirmity, I stand by the instructions of the Almighty God, and Jesus the son of the savior, I take my instructions, with great wisdom of the stroll, Let thy brother stand in accord, let not their supplier of death, shall the sons of Commerce, fear not the wrath, loyalty if not embraced, worse than the midnight
    Devil, Fear not the marksmen plan.




    Suffering through the darkness of UN
    Recovery, Libation I stand at attention,
    trying to understand, the darkness
    that lies upon the earth,
    Division stronger than the rivers that rise
    upon mans feet , The blood that runs from
    my veins, I shall take the lashing of the world,
    I shall not stand still, I shall run through the
    trill of fields, where my ancestors built the liberation,
    I shall run with the torch, sub servant to the lord,
    crying no victim song, no longer shall I stand still,
    summoned from the hill of justice
    the resurrection of change, until I
    spread the words of the Almighty God.
    my people to the mountain, when will we
    break the indoctrination of hatred
    disregarding all the laws of God, shall
    we get it right? I herd it on the mountain
    of recovery, one hand on the clock.

    The Universe slowly comes to and end.
    My native land that lives by the accordance of the devil, after the legacy of our ancestors, multi color rainbow, have we come to
    a calamity, where man no longer care?
    The treason that sits upon the doors of our ancestors; The doors slowly closing, silhouetted by Satan, The scars of my hand, whispering the history, thou wisdom, thou love, waves fair well. Thou slave of avarice,
    that can’t stop the mind.


    Spirits of thoughts,
    the birth of wisdom,
    Spirituality, understandings,
    Creations, life, death, love,
    cries of the earth,
    God that lives among, us all,
    the evolution of men, the man,
    the great tool of civilization,
    which he stands. ​
     
  2. watzinaname

    watzinaname Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Much can be said through the pen. We can add knowledge, enlighten, inspire, cause to think.... Keep penning those words for us poet.
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    through the hand of ink we speak and leave a mark untouched
    every drop tells truth and a story a worthy mindful kiss to upspring
    hearts and souls from the wisdom & knowledge written .............

    this was str8 up outstanding to perfection sista .......thankz for dis here.
     
  4. ASHANTA

    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    My pen speaks through the voices of the ancestors blessing be upon your house my sista and brotha. What God has ordained no man shall erase.
     
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    Tha-Emissary Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    I hear ya loud and clear. You definitely have a powerful piece and a great word to share with our people, and I can truly sat that I feel honored to have gotten the chane to read these powerful streaming words from your thoughts. Keep doing the thang and letting your voice be heard because we definitely need more voices like this nowadays.
     
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    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    blessings poet in Ess in spirit we are one. Thank you
     
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