In search of Peace..

My Life, My Life, My Life…

followyourdream — Thu, 13 Jan 2011 10:22:22 +0000

This world is changing daily, streets gone crazy, babies having and killing babies, more vicious than Cujo with them damn rabies, contaminating communities faster than scabies, Black Wall Street, destruction, under the safety of no lights, corruption, Politicians get stage fright, smile and wave good night, the evil’s delight, like a country boy with a cup of that purple sprite, leanin as you switchin lanes, ghost fingers, who is to blame? the, lack of brain capacity, only adds to this tragedy, gave birth to this fallacy, distract your eyes with pageantry, to blur out the pictures in your mind of those brothers hanging for that famous tree, pointing, smiling, enjoying, the barbarism of such a gruesome scene, the most unclean, Neanderthal Supreme, couldn’t even wish themselves into a Brotha’s dreams, we dubbed it CREAM, BLING BLING, that MEAN GREEN, cut there teeth, every time the jewels are shining, they’ve began to outsource “The American Dream”, still got their name on the pants, call them “dollars & seams”, and still complaining, the very face of this country is evolving, probably because the borders are constantly revolving, grand scheme by those seldom seen, buildings built to collect positive and negative energy, you don’t have to believe me, take it to the streets and let your eyes see, centuries in the making, preparing for The Coming, which side will you stand with when the drummers start drumming?

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The Keys to the Door..

followyourdream — Wed, 12 Jan 2011 02:12:03 +0000

Squeezed in the vice grip of life, find it hard to sleep at night, thoughts all wrong, at the time they seemed right, emerging from the darkness to feel the light, I pray The Most High doesn’t ignore my plight, vivid visions, not just black and white, strapped in tight for this inter-Spiritual flight, turbulence on the horizon, cirrostratus, climbing beyond the borders of this social status, studying new battle tactics, expand my academics, to alter my characteristics, freeze, like cyrogenics, alter the hieroglyphics, to label us all Misfits, former resident of District 9, profiled like I’m a Criminal Mind, dissected like a frog’s behind, have your brain running circles, need your eyes aligned, thoughts packed with vitamins, like orange rinds, grown from a tree that thru gracious veins, gave birth to incredible rhymes, beyond all influence of corruption and grime, break the boundaries of space and time, to recognize and accept the Most High’s signs, leading you in a direction of peace and prosperity, to reach a new level of clarity, to change the polarity, for negative to positive, to reach an entire new level of logic, derail false prophets, deceiving for profits, expose the truth like the papparazzi, all seeing eye like the illuminati, still can’t see me, usher in a new set of possibilities, try and stop me, find my way through the door, skeleton key to the Universal City, switchin up speeds like a six speed tranny, breakin the sound barrier like Mach 3, knowledge by way of mystery, preserve the pages of history, now the luke warm, watered down version they currently teach..Click to view slideshow.

What will it take..2011??

followyourdream — Mon, 03 Jan 2011 09:23:33 +0000

RESET..Consumed by darkness, one of the most hated, considered heartless, seldom seen like I was born in Loch Ness, ripping up concrete in search of progress, going nowhere fast in life’s contest, wanna make it to 60 without regret, don’t wanna see 35 emersed in stress, swimming in quicksand, soft sticky mess, negativity is my Mistress, attached to my hip like a tendon, can’t tell where she stops or I begin, the ship’s going down and I’m the Captain, Pain in my fatal attraction, while Misery smiles with satisfaction, betrayed by my own passion, like sleeping with the enemy, slicing me to pieces ever so seductively, quietly drowning, heart pounding, begging to Break Free, take flight beyond this galaxy, light years away from the thoughtless savagery, calculate the solution mathematically, change the scene drastically, break the bonds of mental captivity, to find the freedom of prosperity, to bury, the negativity, and finally get back to me, The King, I was born to be, to manifest into the man The Most High made me to be, the Soldier, the Warrior who invests in philosophy, in search of Serenity, not this American fallacy, remove the cover of this false reality, and shine the truth on the wicked and cowardly, the slime that lines the streets, sewers full of false prophets, concocting elaborate schemes for profit, shoulder deep in the congregation’s pockets, brainwashed beyond logic, unfamiliar to their own reflection, a full grown tree, from a planted seed of deception, a primary investor in the gardener’s progression, unphased by public perception, yet continues to aid n the evil’s resurrection, behind the back, off the glass assist, sets fire to your soul like an arsonist, Humanity is it’s target, locked in the sights of a spiritual sniper, guerilla warfare, 7 wonders wired..back room deal with the world’s greatest liars, dug in deep like diamonds and sapphires, counting down the days till the contract expires..

Power+Words-Fear=Intimidation!

followyourdream — Tue, 03 Aug 2010 00:01:41 +0000

I really have to do some soul searching..I had yet another “altercation” with the “pigs” recently. Pretty much followed the same pattern as all the rest of my run-ins with them.

On this particular occasion, the pigs was stopped in front of the house, watching the ladies having a good time. As soon as I saw the vehicle, a switch clicked in my brain and it was all bad from there. I said, at a somewhat high decibel level, “Stay in your car! There’s nothing here for you! You need to stay in your car and roll out!” As he accelerated down the street, through his rear view mirrors, the two birds I was sending with him.

No more than ten minutes later, the same pig returned with two more pigs for reenforcement! He proceeded to get out of his vehicle and says, “Where’s the guy with the yellow shirt? I’m looking for the guy in the yellow shirt, seems like he has a problem.” By now, a number of people have surrounded the pigs to try to defuse the situation. The pig tells them his account of the “altercation” and said he wanted to talk to me.

After a few more minutes of listening to him crying, and with the wise words of a respected man, I walked calmly into the circle of people and stood two feet from the pigs. Arms crossed, staring him directly in his eyes. While of course checking the positions and movement of his backup. He says, “Seems like you have a problem..” I stopped him and started with my line of questioning. “Did I approach you in a threatening way?” To which he replied, no. “Did you see a weapon?” Again he replied, no. “Did you see me reach for a weapon or make any sudden movements towards you?” Same answer, no. “So you were offended/intimidated by my words!” A bystander in the crowd said, “Why don’t you just apologize to them? You were in the military, you both wear uniforms, its the same thing..” I almost lost it!! I said “Hell no it’s not the same thing!” As the pigs was shaking his head side to side, he says, “It’s not the same thing, I have a brother in the military and it’s not the same.” I said, “Look, these people are here having fun, this has nothing to do with them. My beef with you is mine, not theirs. So I’ll tell you what, next time, I’ll just keep my mouth shut.” After that, I made my exit from the circle and the pigs dispersed. But I couldn’t help but notice the slight smile on the backup pigs face while I was asking questions. All I could think of, was he must be thinking, “what a chump! you let this guy scare you with words!

I’ve heard so many sides to this argument. People always warn me to be careful or not saying anything at all. As I told all the pigs who have stopped me, they have no reason and I give them no reason. But, if you choose to go down that road with me, you won’t forget it. I know what I can and can’t do around a trigger happy lunatic with a gun strapped to his hip and a pocket full of clips. Maybe 1 day I’ll be able to see them and not feel like exploding at them, but, they brought it upon themselves!!

Ohh..What a Tangled Web They Weave..

followyourdream — Tue, 22 Jun 2010 23:34:14 +0000

I always knew the 21st century would make life a lot simpler, but I never thought about the difficulties that came along with the great strides this country would make. I can honestly say, this country has come out of the “Dark Ages” in some areas. Yet, there’s still the stench ignorance being passed on by the wind. A rotting piece of brain matter, tucked away in the most sacred of places, in the hopes to one day, rid itself of it’s torturous prison!! Now, it seems, is a virtuous time to reek havoc on society with the age old mentality..”The pen is mightier than the sword!”

The world marveled at the crowning achievement of the 1st non-Anglo to be “voted” as President of The United States. To me, that was the 1st time in the past 10-15 years that I’ve seen positive imagery broadcast about this country. Nonetheless, in the midst of the joy, lurking in the shadows, drooling at the millions of supporters it would sink its teeth into, was none other than Igronance with its trusty sidekick Hatred! Cleverly disguised amongst the spectators, anticipating the meal, the chaos, the havoc to come.

Though our Armed Forces fight abroad, a War still rages within our own boarders! (I’m not speaking of the issues in Arizona, California & Texas will IMIGRANTS! That’s for another day…) A War thought long deceased, but just got a brand new jolt of lightning (1.21 JiggaWatts) to give life to this otherwise lost and forgotten soul. I am not, nor ever claimed to be, the inventor, architect nor criminal mastermind of this “Monster”, but my soul is a part of its soul ans its soul is a part of my soul. This is not something I woke up this morning and heard on the news or read in a newspaper, this is something I’ve lived with for thirty plus years now. This is an Entity that lives and breathes. It is a part of all those who have lost their lives to the struggle, as well as those of us that are still here fighting the righteous fight.

It’s amazing how things happen at certain spaces in time. It’s similar to to Total Eclipse, where things of similar nature, find themselves intertwined.

The Evil That Men Dooo…

followyourdream — Tue, 04 May 2010 06:52:45 +0000

What a strange world and time we live in. Recently I have been looked upon as the true Alien I am. I recently took a trip to the local Department of Motor Vehicles to get a new identification card. Prior to which, everyone must fill out the application form of vital information. The problem began for me when I got to the line that simply said “Race”. The average person would probably look at this simple line and have to problem nor hesitation providing this line with an answer. What have we as Americans been taught about Race. That it’s more of a color issue than a true race issue. The extreme individual I am, I proceeded to put “Alien” in the provided space. After standing in line for a few minutes, I was usher to the counter where a young Caucasian woman proceeded to ask for my application and my credentials. After closer inspection, she made a quick modification; crossing out the word “Alien”, she asked me to sign the “Confidentiality Agreement” at the end of the application. Once I took the time to read the paragraph, sign and date the document, she proceeded to ask me to raise my right hand….to which I replied, “for what?” She replied, to swear that the information you’re provided is true and accurate. I said, “Isn’t that what my signature means?” She said, “yes, but we usually ask people to do this anyway.” I refused! After spending four years in the United States Army, I refuse to swear to anything else. Especially not a young woman sitting behind a desk! By then she had gestured to her co-workers to call security. When this imbecile walks up to the counter, she says, “he’s refusing to swear to the application.” I said, “that’s what my signature signifies. That I agree that all the information that I’ve provided is true and accurate. To which Security agreed. Next she says, “For race, he put Alien and I can’t put that into the computer.” She asks me “What’s your race? Is it White, Black, Asian…?” I said, “the first two things you mentioned are colors. My hair is Black, I am not” She said, “Ok, White, African-American, Asian…?” So the Security chump rings in and says, “Well just put “Negroid”. I said “What the hell did you just say? If you were filling out this form, what race would you put?” To which he replied “White”. Mind you, his name was (Lopez). I said, what about Anglo-Saxon, Caveman or Neanderthal? He said, “those are isolated groups and the others and cultures.”

Maybe someone can clear something up for me. What happened when all those hundreds of thousands Irish, European and German immigrants came to this country all those centuries ago, that they are now considered simply Americans? While every other “culture” in this country must be some hyphenated Americans? Every person of color that lives in this country is considered half an American or a foreign countryman.

When will the negativity end? When will we as a people invest in truth and not corruption?????

The 2010 Injustice!!

followyourdream — Sun, 04 Apr 2010 03:54:19 +0000

How long will we sit idly by, while The Establishment tells us, who and what we are?? Last time I checked, we live in this “free country” called America. Land of the free..free as a brand new Bugatti!! Everything in this life has a cost and payment is not an option. We live under the umbrella of the I.R.S. yet we get drenched, they get rich! A twisted series of events lead to an imbalance of power that would make Genghis Khan’s exploits seems the size of Napoleon’s stature. The horror injected in the lives of thousands of innocent futures rejected in the name of financial gain. Set sail around the world, not in search in righteousness, but riches..

So why do we, as Americans, celebrate the semi-genocide engagement tactics towards an unknown and completely welcoming culture of families, who’d created an astounding equilibrium with their surroundings. Something unheard of in a time marred by vicious dictatorships around the world, masked in the name of “The Crown”. Sent henchmen to do their evil deeds, so their hands remained clean. All to ensure a legacy? At what cost? What does it profit a man to gain, if it costs him his soul? There are things in this world that people are willing to fight and die for. They believe in things so blindly, that they sacrifice everything for acceptance into the inner circle. Wage war a half a world away, but refuse to acknowledge the casualties of war fought within our own boarders. It’s evident every time you hear someone mention the United States military forces never fighting on its own soil. All these things are of public record. Information that can be found at any local library..hidden in plain sight..?!?!

People/Establishments, feel the need, from time to time, to “yank the chain”, to remind the captive, who is the captor. A cruel act that some must endure on a regular consistent basis, to stroke the egos of the worst kind of power mad heads of state this North America has seen A.fter D.eath!! Now, after centuries of war, the people still don’t hold their proper place in “the best interest of the public”! How long will we allow these so-called elected public officials to hide behind their six figure salaries and claim to have the best interest in mind on situations they themselves know nothing about. Plush homes and lavish vacations, all at the expense of this tax paying nation? How many moons must eclipse before “We The People” demand justice?

A few weeks back, an envelope showed up in the mailbox that created a spark, that ignited the explosion!! When I finally found my way to the contents of the envelope, I was first greeted by a letter stating how important the contents were, along with the normal legal jargon that accompanies government correspondences. Upon closer inspection I realized I was being smacked in the face by an insignificant piece of paper. Beyond the words on the page, the assumption of the masses that they can dictate the stature of a culture….that knocked me off my seat! The audacity of “The Establishment” to dig up a grave that was thought long decomposed.

And now, in this 21st century, we are reminded of the shallow, simple-minded majority in this country and what they stand for..MONEY, POWER & HATRED…What was the need to subjugate brown-skinned people? Was that their best attempt at being “P.C.”??? And why only one word to describe the majority? Why use derogatory names to describe specific cultures but gives others a free “pass go”?:? If they wanted to get technical they would’ve added “Anglo-Saxon or European or German or Irish or Jewish”, but to make all things even, we can’t forget about “Tamahoo, Paleface, Caveman or even Neanderthal”. Why is every brown-skinned person living in this country a “Hyphenated American”? Yet all the aforementioned “Anglo” cultures are simply considered Americans. How long will we endure these “golden showers” while living under their umbrella….?!?!?:?

The time is now to stand up and be heard, for I refuse to be counted as a slave to this system!!!!

POWER TO THE PEOPLE!!!

P.S. If this reaches you and you feel anywhere near similar to how I do, please let it be known. Stay tuned for the petition site address!!

Once Again..

followyourdream — Sat, 24 Jan 2009 12:14:40 +0000

True HipHop Style

744 days and nights, the Most High has blessed me to continue on thru this fight, this right, the dark of night, liviing, yet not seeing the light, geared up and straped in for the long hard dogfight, ready @ 430 pm, or the 12th stroke of midnight, sumthin just aint been right, maybe the sun decided to shine at night, cause I can’t seem to get this thing right, night after night after night I turn, boxing with pressure, wrestling with concern, while people wished that I’d go to hell and burn, huh, a page out of “As The World Turns” or “How The Wheels On The Cadillac Turns”, they say you live and learn, the real ones hold you down, while the fake ones turn, and run and hide, cause the fear inside, of life in the pen when the judge says adjourned…I know it sounds rather shifty, but that’s what happens when your life does a 360, like I slept a whole century, not that anybody’s missin me, but sometimes you gotta stay below their sensory, more than who they said we were in their petty attempts at history, now it is we the hold the Highest Rank in this Democracy, on more than just popularity, no cat ate the cannery, a hustler, dealer who stays at the ready, Security heavy, unmarked Chevy’s, talor-made suits and razor blade machettes, each blow’s deadly, and they know about 70, comin out alive is simply highly unlikely, pray for patience nightly, hold my dreams tightly, the streets don’t delight me, excite me or invite me, so I continue scribing complex melodies, to ensure true music lives thru the next century..

A Brand New Day…

followyourdream — Wed, 10 Jan 2007 13:20:08 +0000

My own place in space, my means of escape, from this ungodly rat race, bounce, rocc, roller skate, focused on the groove, melody and the break, away from the dishonest, deceitful and fake, make my dreams take shape, like a sculptor with a lump of clay,

Poisonous Daffodils..

followyourdream — Sun, 29 Oct 2006 13:54:52 +0000

Planted in deception, showered by imperfection, your name on their selection, to halt your progression, trying to complicate your lesson, bombarded by intoxication, so you disregard the assasion, on your azz like Jason, ready to strike without hesitation, it’s a trap, to induce a mental collapse, no need for shakels or straps, you’re already on the wrong side of the traccs, orange, yellow or blacc, if you can’t survive the attacc, there is no coming bacc, meet your new family, jealousy and misery, whole world changed completely, from green tea to Jim Beam, philthy dirty, from squeaky clean, an honorary member of the wrong team, but it’s all part of the grand scheme, to detour you from your dream, to turn your focus to all the negative things, no more thoughts of your silver lining, the longer you’re lost, the more you’re off timing, no more success ladder climbing, stucc low crawling with the gritty and grimy, no cash, no bling, void of form like steam..