Post by sudan on Jan 14, 2007 20:17:58 GMT -5
...I woke up one night this week...sweating and shaking. That's NOT ME!! But the dream was so ...vivid and FULL of destructive, distasteful vibes....I thought about it alll that day, and it stayed in the back of my mind till unconsciently..I found myself drifting back to the scenes....
WE have already been provided with the VENUE of OUR Future. The way it would be "IF" we don't get it together. I am talking about the attrocities that are happening everyday even as WE sleep....dreaming, IN OUR MOTHERLAND. Just think about it. We DO have more to work with, or more privaleges to work with ~ NOW. I say NOW, because those doors have been squeeking, and slamming and some of them are shut...stuck shut!! Or soon...We Will BE Africa fo' real!!
Auction
In her apron pocket the
old beauty hides secrets.
And daughters.
The umbilical cord never
healed from the ripping.
Her flanks still bear
the mark of the burning brand,
the auction block mutilation.
The roots of the auction block
won't sever, still clinging
to undressed divas dancing on the
graves of your great-grand mothers
without understanding
the cost of the casket.
In your ignorance you
name yourselves Bitch and we
applaud your paycheck.
If you knew what was in your
grandmother's pocket,
would you step off
the auction block
today?
S. Pearl Sharp
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Channel Poem
1. Waiting
You. floating
above the crackle of bones
stepping in dry water
singing your question
How do you heal from the indelible
wound you have inherited?
Aaaah. We wondered
when you would ask.
2. Freeing
You have grieved now for 400 years!
generations memorizing the failed self
drugged by your technology
tenderness left impotent
dancing in shackles you call handcuffs
Why do you dance our death
instead of our life?
Step into the water, child
let the shackles slip from your soul.
3.
From the first ship to
the last whip
was for this moment.
Our bodies were taken
to render us unconscious
and our cells filled with fear
and yes, we slept through our beliefs
but now you hold the seed.
You remember.
You know our full nature,
not just the pain
walk that memory
You submitted to the collective way
walk that memory
Your law was the sacredness of life
recall that sustenance
walk that memory
water this seed.
4. Water
The water connects you
blending memory and tomorrow.
Womb water.
It is your awakening now
that we are waiting for.
Your awakening.
S. Pearl Sharp
Channeler, Joy C. Ellis
c .2004 S. Pearl Sharp / Poets Pay Rent, Too
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www.africanholocaust.net/
WE have already been provided with the VENUE of OUR Future. The way it would be "IF" we don't get it together. I am talking about the attrocities that are happening everyday even as WE sleep....dreaming, IN OUR MOTHERLAND. Just think about it. We DO have more to work with, or more privaleges to work with ~ NOW. I say NOW, because those doors have been squeeking, and slamming and some of them are shut...stuck shut!! Or soon...We Will BE Africa fo' real!!
Auction
In her apron pocket the
old beauty hides secrets.
And daughters.
The umbilical cord never
healed from the ripping.
Her flanks still bear
the mark of the burning brand,
the auction block mutilation.
The roots of the auction block
won't sever, still clinging
to undressed divas dancing on the
graves of your great-grand mothers
without understanding
the cost of the casket.
In your ignorance you
name yourselves Bitch and we
applaud your paycheck.
If you knew what was in your
grandmother's pocket,
would you step off
the auction block
today?
S. Pearl Sharp
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Channel Poem
1. Waiting
You. floating
above the crackle of bones
stepping in dry water
singing your question
How do you heal from the indelible
wound you have inherited?
Aaaah. We wondered
when you would ask.
2. Freeing
You have grieved now for 400 years!
generations memorizing the failed self
drugged by your technology
tenderness left impotent
dancing in shackles you call handcuffs
Why do you dance our death
instead of our life?
Step into the water, child
let the shackles slip from your soul.
3.
From the first ship to
the last whip
was for this moment.
Our bodies were taken
to render us unconscious
and our cells filled with fear
and yes, we slept through our beliefs
but now you hold the seed.
You remember.
You know our full nature,
not just the pain
walk that memory
You submitted to the collective way
walk that memory
Your law was the sacredness of life
recall that sustenance
walk that memory
water this seed.
4. Water
The water connects you
blending memory and tomorrow.
Womb water.
It is your awakening now
that we are waiting for.
Your awakening.
S. Pearl Sharp
Channeler, Joy C. Ellis
c .2004 S. Pearl Sharp / Poets Pay Rent, Too
[/i][/color]
www.africanholocaust.net/