PRISONERS OF TIME

PRISONERS OF TIME
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Time falls away still the illusion...moments plucked from the air that we breathe put into these words that grace this page.
I but a painter and all of humanity but a subject to be rendered on paper...these days wherein we live described and visualized.
The matted hair of a baby as it is born all grey and fresh...tears of the father that fall on hardened cheeks...the adhan softly sang to one so new.
A mother so tired yet so fullfilled for life has sprang from her.
A new generation.
So like a most beautiful flower that opens its bud in the dew of morning...the promise of continuance in the red that it displays...such a captivating color.
The sun beating down in all its magnificence as it spreads across the horizon and bathes all in light...reacting with the skin of melanin man and radiating in his mitochondrial dna.
The moon that glows in the night sky pulling at the tides that flow in man...in the oceans and the seas that reflect the light back into the atmosphere.
We these bodies based in carbon that have become sentient beings that make love and war...the little death and the big one.
Bright days that desolve into bad ones as clouds of grey pile onto one another on the horizon...flashes of light that startle as they sparkle in sizzling arrays.
Thunder that quakes the earth as the power of allah is made manifest...rain that washes all the filth away...would that it could keep up with man as he leads cluttered lives.
Time falls away...just an illusion.

 

PLEASE ACCEPT ME SUH

PLEASE ACCEPT ME SUH? A RIGHT IN YOUR FACE WRITE]

Today I want to come at you from a psychological point...you know wax a little philosophical.
However you see it.
Today I would like to discuss dependence.
The dependence that I am referring to is the dependence that Amerikkan Africans (who will hereafter be referred to as black people in this article but who are in fact so much more than that distinction) have for white America.
Now don't get me wrong I overstand the need for a repertoire so to speak with the Machine of America which is indeed white controlled.
Don't get it wrong.
This attitude of dependence has been bred into black people over a period of hundreds of years and it seems to have no apparent end in sight.
This is reflected in everything in Amerikkan society with the leading contributer being the media.
In the movies there is always a sympathetic white character hanging around ala the good white person to help the black man or woman along on the road to the american dream.
Remember Hancock and just about every blockbuster featuring a black "lead" ever made?
In politics it it is used every so many years to lull the black population into believing in a system...a dream that sadly does not exist.
Our political voice is null and void.
This is made manifest in how the president is being portrayed by the white media and by the political party that he claims as his own.
Yet when we look deep at this president and his presidency we start to see it as what it truely is which is a shadow or ghost presidency which was brought about by the need of Amerikkka to once again validate itself in the worlds eyes before targeting innocent peoples in other countries.
By war.
It was only after Amerikka began to insert itself into wars in other countries and was placing thousands of inner city recruits on the front lines and in harms way that they felt the need to place a black man in office.
If you look at history you will see that there is a trend. The trend is that there are no significant gains ever made for blacks in Amerikka except during times of war when they commit heroic acts in the name of the country that has them enslaved.
What is even stranger is that most blacks who live under this system are not aware of the dependence that they have on this fatally flawed system.
Even the black church upholds this system as once every so many years they usher in white politicians who smile and give great speeches to garner the black vote.
After the elections they renege on every "promise" that they have made and black people forget and forgive Uncle Charlie "cause he means well."
This has been the case time after time...generation after generation.
All the while black people in Amerikkka feel the need to assimilate...no. to force an uncaring government which is controlled by a master who is not willing to divide his power into accepting them.
This is comparable to an abused child who seeks the attentions of an abuser to feel vindicated.
This disorder has been introduced and is maintained as it has spread like a virus to affect the whole of the black community.
There is not any area in this country where this disorder does not exist.
The myth of the proverbial melting pot is just that. A myth.
There has never been any true effort on the part of the Amerikkan government to fully recognize or include blacks in this society.
Disparities in wages also factor into this dependence as blacks have alway paid more for their goods.
Credit is one of the leading factors in the financial rape of black Amerikkans as they pay up to three times as much as their white counterparts for the same goods.
Just hop in your car or on the bus and see how many rent to own places there are in the white neighborhoods as opposed to the black ones.
There are none.
This is the exact same situation as when the owner of the plantation ran the store and provided credit which could never be fully repaid.
If you own a computer and it is over two years old by the time you pay it off it is obsolete and will more than likely need to be replaced... and the cycle repeats over and over. Until you die.
These are just some of the thoughts that I have concerning the dependence of Amerikkan Africans on this system of totally racist intentions yet I do not wish to bore you with this any more than I have to.
So in closing this is Hamzah Faruq saying "You betta let go of that tittie."

SOMETIMES [A WILMA BISHOP AND HAMZAH FARUQ JOINT] THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...

Hamzah LyricalGuerilla Faruq   SOMETIMES [A WILMA BISHOP AND HAMZAH FARUQ JOINT] THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... http://youtu.be/kK2T_Gc-mck W In the duality of my mind I often wonder... are there treasures left to find for one is weak and lives for vice just sometimes...it would be nice to feel the pain from lust that swells to shower my soul in its restless state enliven my heart, make my body quake just sometimes...these thoughts permeate my mind, and sometimes I long to seek and find. H You speak of duality empress resonating in I and I... The chest has been opened the glint of thee shines in these scratchy eyes for the vice is also a lesson of what is called living if only...if only sometimes for a moment I could grant thee release in your pain of lust a minute in the grip of your passion sustaining me in a lifetime of memories of thy touch just sometimes...when you needed it the most whisper to me and sometimes we might be fulfilled in our release.