Black Poetry : Time On The Cross

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    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Time On The Cross

    In the past of our great Kings and the world order
    of today many accuse of being a fanatic
    for the almighty God, Man who stood
    with armor have been killed
    for the prophesies of the King. In time
    and places this is the oppositions
    Of righteousness that man has paid.
    The blind blinded by the
    Blinders of the devils voice.

    A Carnivorous, like of dignity,
    respect words of humanity,
    the legions will not hide, beneath Gods throne.
    Illogicality intimated by the words of God.
    Diversity of the carcasses pits that lay.
    Beyond the door, Casting out truth,
    hiding behind the cloak of humanity,
    Shackles of truth, Which are those,
    who dare sit in judgment.

    Within the actions of the beast,
    hell who claims the souls of men.
    Many sea’s cannot embrace love,
    oceans cannot wash it away,
    oh what a bitter taste,
    to look at through another mans eyes.

    The opposite of knowledge
    is not listening of tomorrow,
    one without loyalty to thy word,
    one without promises of tomorrow,
    your freedom an mind cannot be separated.

    The scars that linger upon man devastated
    by the assassinations of those
    who stood up for righteousness that was carved with stone.
    There were seer’s before there were prophets.
    Man sits in fear of the words of God.
    Those who hide behind the cloak who stand upon the pull
    Pit of sermons, never understanding the words
    That were given by God. Life is death
    Death is life, oh what a like of respect
    for the creator who created you.

    Living in a towel which is dictated by the earthly Gods.
    The legacy of the black man, Jesus the king and all
    those who followed in righteousness’ of his name.
    The battle ground of conformity, the treasons of the wicked
    Army, the blasphemy in the name of the heavenly father.
    The beast of angels who wear the muddy crown of the waters.

    The army of the devil controls the prisons of the land
    The conformity of evil is accepted, within the darkness
    Of satins plan, treasons of a people who turn there
    Heads to the spoken words, treason by the people
    Who break all the laws of God, like Jesus who was
    Killed treason of the prophets who stood at the door
    Of satin plans, Judas who be trade Jesus and
    the devil had won, he then hanged his own self
    trader of the sons of sons.

    The man and the son we live the same opposition
    Of then and know, betrayal of self, denial of seeds,
    Responsibilities that only honor self.
    The cycle has return.
    Great men of prophesies as those who
    come then and now, lynched through
    the evolutions of times, To be in clad
    braces scorned by those who cry out loud to God.
    Wisdom the threat to ignorance and
    those who wear the symbolic mask.
    Knowledge that is executed ignorance
    that has multiplied not willing to know
    And not the courage to apply.

    Nat turner a Prophet to man who was labeled
    A fanatic ,a time on the cross the chosen ,
    envy that larks at man doors.
    Life of the dead, science of the earth,
    mathematics’ that don’t equal to the
    Equations when man cheat.
    The blessings of the prophesies of the chosen
    Man, dictated by satins children,
    churn away from the wisdom of Gods spoken
    Words. To embody a legacy of truth,
    Murder begets murder, Nat Turner who
    Was hanged upon the trees, as Jesus,
    Malcolm, Medgar, Death by the
    Words of prophecies as they killed Jesus
    because of the prophecies of
    A great King. Oh the bitter taste
    that lives upon our garden of rotten roots.
    many faceless black men and women hanged
    and the subsides of a people
    treason they sit among the oppressed, longing to belong.
    Where cowards hide behind the flag,
    like rats hidden within a garbage can.
    Turning own one another when freedom calls are stand.

    Black masculinity, subsided by loose wombs
    poisoning the fertility of
    Creations, Living within the dark holes
    of the ghetto, the mind is a ghetto
    when the rats are allow to run free.
    Never feeling the whip, never feeling the loose,
    never feeling the coldness
    Of the night, never feeling the heated
    lead that flash upon the night.

    Like the burning cross upon
    mans door
    a reminder ******, as we sing these words
    with pride, kill your self ****** keep hope alive.
    The army of the beast, the fire of the swordes
    tongues of death, sing out loud.
    Kill the children before another prophet is born.

    Jesus died upon the cross, as he as you,
    I have prepared a tree with
    your name, now the conformity of self repeats the messages
    That is branded in the mind of self, children of lesser faith
    When there roots of a lesser God live by the rules of satin.
    Man who lives by the devils plan, now man has
    Changed the creations of Gods plan,
    Man marry man, Women marry women.
    A slap in the creators face and the black man
    An't no Ghetto's in the heavens
    An't no hip hop rock
    An't no prophesies that represent
    the devil. Dig a hole in the dirt of
    the devil, An't gone be no blang blang
    Only the spoken words of tomorrow.
    The legacy of the heavens. Seals the book
    And write the scripts that satins demands.​

    Copywrite 2002
  2. $$RICH$$

    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    look out now u really took this to a level
    lovin it keep me reading sistah learning
    GODly wisdom of his will ....flow on
  3. MzBlkAngel

    MzBlkAngel Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Aug 26, 2003
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    somewhere ova da rainbow....
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    very nice
    posed well
    as always love the flow