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Tuesday, March 27, 2012

BE DIFFERENT [TO MY CHILDREN]



MUSIC PLEASE
'TO MY CHILDREN" THIS IS MY OLDEST SON 


  
JUST DON'T BE LIKE ME.
AS YOU HEAR ABOUT THE FUCKED UP THINGS I DID,
  WHEN I LIVED IN THE GRASP OF THE BOTTOMLESS PIT.
THERE WAS NO FOOD TO EAT AND I WENT TO WORK AT TWELVE.
WHEN I STOOD ON THAT CORNER AND SOLD DOPE TO SURVIVE.
I PULLED THE TRIGGER, FUCK THE POLICE AND ALL THAT SHIT.
MY KNICKNAME IS A INDICATOR OF WHO I WAS,
A THINKING MAN IN THE REALM OF IGNORANCE.
BOTTLES OF CHEAP ASS THUNDERBIRD MIXED WITH JUICE.
SHAKE THAT SHIT UP BRO AND LETS GET LOOSE.
A LIT FUSE ON A SHIP FULL OF NITROGLYCERIN.
SAILING THROUGH THE STREETS OF AMERICA.
I WAS NOT READY WHEN YOU WERE BORN.
STILL LIVING IN THE GRASP OF POVERTY.
TRYING TO SURVIVE AND TAKE CARE OF YOU ALSO.
I LOVE YOU MY CHILD.
BE BETTER THAN ME.

DAMN BLACK HISTORY MONTH. [A YOU DONE LOST YO DAMN MIND WRITE]


DAMN BLACK HISTORY MONTH. [A YOU DONE LOST YO DAMN MIND WRITE]

THE MUSIC
 Get mad at me or whatever but I have to post this. I am sick of Kwanza and any other so called holiday that black people in America use to offset or appease some need to feel included in this society. Black history month...what the hell is that? Why in the hell is black history relegated to one month in school? Are we so stupid that we think that our children will be taught anything about our real history during this time? In many instances that seems to be the case as we see organizations such as the NAACP take over the marches and speak of peace against a system that has used only violence against us, cause prison is violence, in my neighborhood the police are violence, even the government is violence when it comes to us.
I am tired of going to Martin Luther King rallies where Black sororities and Fraternities fight to march up front professing Greek affiliations from knowledge that was stolen from Egypt, A bunch of college educated dummies who study what they are told in order to futher feed tricknowledge into the black community. I am tired of seeing sisters at these marches talking about Africa while wearing blue and green contacts and permed hair.
Why is Denmark Vassey ignored? Malcolm X? Marcus Garvey?
To us these people should hold the same status as George Washington and Andrew Jackson do to white society. They were revolutionaries. Wake up black people why are there two definitions for this word? One for whites and one for blacks. Why are we expected to be passive in the face of all this?
I will tell you why and I hope that you are ready to hear this.
Number one you are still slaves...mentally dependent upon the same people who victimized our ancestors and continue to victimize us and our seed.
Number two it is because we do not fully embrace our roots because of the above mentioned mentality. Wearing kente cloth does not make you African. I am African because that is who my ancestors were.
Sorry I had to piss in your coffee this morning but if I see you at the rally this year with that bullshit I am going to call you out.
ARE YOU HAPPY IN HIS HOUSE NIGGA, NICCAS,NIGGAZ...OR WHATEVER YOUR DUMB ASS IS CALLING YOURSELF THIS YEAR? AND THIS INCLUDES YOU AFRICAN AMERICANS AS WELL.
This is HAMZAH FARUQ saying "Unplug yourself from this machine." PEACE!!!

DREAMERS INTERLUDE



TIME IS FLEETING AND SEEMS TO BE SLIPPING AWAY AS A SOUL IS SEARCHED ON THIS PLANE WHERE THE MEEK ARE EATEN ALIVE. 
 
SOME DAYS IT FEELS AS IF THE GRAVE CALLS, ITS FINGERS SO COLD THAT I SHIVER AT THEIR SEEMING TOUCH.
 
 
THESE STRANGE ASS DREAMS THAT HAUNT THIS MIND.
 
 ILLUSIONS OF NEW WORLDS WHERE MINDS ARE FREE.
A NEW DEFINITION OF INFINITY.
AS I ERUPT ON THE SCENE, MANIFEST IN A URBAN JUNGLE.
SO MUCH DESTUCTION HAS BEEN WITNESSED ON THIS ROAD TO ENLIGHTENMENT.
COULD IT BE THAT THE KEY RESIDES IN THIS FANTASY?
 
OR SOMEWHERE MUCH CLOSER, A PLACE THAT THE ILLUMINATI DON'T WANT ME TO SEE.
 
THIS IS MY REALITY, A DROP OF WATER IN A LIMITLESS OCEAN.

 

HE: 2120


 THIS IS A STORY THAT I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON A LONG TIME IT IS COPYRIGHTED SO DONT GET ANY IDEAS. IT IS SET IN THE FUTURE AND IT IS SCI-FI SO  READ THIS INSTALLATION AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK. I THINK ITS HOT ASS FYAH!


 





HE; stands and surveys the scene which lies before him. The green tops of the trees catch the morning sun in the distance beyond the buildings as HE; stands in the window of the skyscraper. HE; turns and walks to the hall and decends the stairs to the ground floor. HE; walks out of the lobby of the building and looks up and down the street which is covered in grass and lined with the rotting remains of cars. HE; sniffs the air. HUMANS! It has been years since he has smelled this scent and it brings memories surging to the forefront. 
HE; was a genetically altered lifeform who had been created in the labs of the government before the great war. It really does not matter the name, there is no one around to care anyway. HE; was a combination of a lot of animals including but not limited to humans, gorrillas, and crocodilian. Yet he was less a creature than many of the humans who remained. HE; was hairy to the point where he really did not need clothes to keep warm and HE; was capable of changing to a form which was almost human, except for the fact that HE; had 4 arms and was about 9 feet tall. HE; could speak even though his speech sounded so alien in tone that to hear it would probably chill any humans blood. HE; aged at a rate that was so slow that even though HE; had been created more than 90 years ago he was probably only about 30 in human years.
Life for HE; had been hard. HE; had escaped from the labs in the first days of the war and had hidden in the swamps surrounding the lab as all was destroyed.
The war had been so great that whole nations had been obliterated. Man had imploded upon himself. Nation against nation, brother against brother, and father against son.
HE; was lonely, it had been so many years since He; had had companionship. HE; had once had a friend, a human that he had found about to starve as a child. The boy had been blind and HE; had raised him and the boy had grown into a friend to be trusted. HE; taught the boy to speak and then taught him other things as he grew. The boy was only human though and lived about 50 human years before he died. Their relationship had been a symbiant one and it had benefitted them both.
HE; was capable of reproduction even though HE; had not seen any females who resembled him since HE; had escaped the labs. HE; figured that they all were dead by now anyway. HE; left the ruins of the city and traveled south HE; was capable of tremendous speed and stamina so he was miles out of the city before he slowed to a jog. There had been indications of human activity for days now and HE; had ignored them since they had been so far away. Smoke on the breeze, and shouts so faint that they would have been missed by human ears. Today had been final confirmation, HE; had scented the scouting parties. It had been years since humans had come so near his lair. They tended to stay near the forests. The cities were to dangerous, animals which had escaped the zoos had taken over. Wild packs of dogs that had mated with the wolves and the dingos roamed the streets.
HE; followed the scent of the hunters as it wound into the countryside. Here evidence of the humans who had caused this travesty were sparse. Houses and other buildings had become a part of the scenery, swallowed up by the forest. HE; follows the human scent until HE; comes to the river HE; looks around and surveys the area before HE; goes to a tree and climbs it. HE; ascends to the highest level HE; can before HE; looks  down at the river and follows its course with his eyes. As HE;looks HE; sees a raft rounding a bend in the river and in the distance beyond where he see the raft he sees smoke rising from the trees. It is a big fire. HE; decides HE; must pay attention to this situation. This cannot be good. Something had happened to the humans in the last war, they were not the same. Some of them were deformed beyond even his belief and others were as wild as animals. The chemicals and biological agents that they had released had had devastating consequences.
HE; had large eyes and could detect thermal signatures as well as see in ultraviolet spectrums.  HE; could change his sight as easily as HE; could think. HE; walks over to the treeline and pulls out two rather large fallen trees and use his distendable claws which are as sharp as knives to stipt them of their branches HE; then lashes them together with vines and sets them afloat after grabbing a pieace of flat wood to use as a paddle. HE; travels to a point above where HE; saw the smoke and uses his four arms to paddle to the bank.
As soon as HE; is about to step onto the bank HE; hears a sound and turn to see a wave of water coming at him. An alligator about 18 feet long erupts out of the water and charges him and HE; steps to the side and the jaws of the alligator clack shut as they reach the point where HE; was standing. HE; is blessed with excellent reflexes as well as supreme cunning. HE; jumps on the back of the alligator and wraps his four arms around its snout. It lashes and rears and turns back to the water. HE; braces himself for what is about to come and takes a deep breath. The alligator shoots into the deeper water and starts to roll. The water around them churns as the gator tries to dislodge him. HE; has claws that when fully extended are as long as a humans hands and he uses these to dig into the gators hide as well as using the ones on his feet. The gator slips into even deeper water and HE; holds on. HE; can hold his breath for 30 minutes or more. His skin breaths underwater much as a fishs gills though it does have its limitations. The alligator makes the mistake of surfacing and HE; flips to its underside and goes to work on its soft belly with the claws of two of his arms as well as those on his feet. HE; holds on to the reptile as it thrashes and sies and then swims to the edge of the water where a branch hangs down almost to the surface. HE; climbs up into the tree and finds a bough where HE; can rest. HE; has expended a great deal of energy and is soon asleep

RAREBREED THE VESTAL VIRGIN PART TWO

THE MODEL IN THIS PHOTO IS A TRUE LIFE FRIEND OF MINE. HER NAME IS RAREBREED AND THIS IS THE FIRST PIECE I DID FOR A MODEL EVER...

[RAREBREED THE VESTAL VIRGIN] PART TWO
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/JRLl2yVrJzE


 Once again I find myself on a journey in search of my Rarebreed. Across frozen tundra and into the mountains, a landscape so hostile that men have died and remain frozen in ice..frozen in time. Curse this life where I can only know happiness for a moment. I am on foot for my horse died days ago, his flesh is in my bag food for my journey. I see lights reflected in the clouds above my head...blue in a black sky. The only thing that has kept me alive is my thoughts of my Rarebreed. Fire burns in my soul and courses through my veins, lave that creates a haze of smoke which surrounds me as I creep to the rocks. I peek out and I see sentrys, giants who hold weapons that are taller than me and weigh twice as much. I notice that there are six of them. They are monstrosities. The teeth that jut from their bottom jaws are like tusks. They have four arms which are corded with muscles. I have never been one to run from a fight. I come from hiding and set off at a steady trot. The first giant that sees me roars and the others turn as his roar echos across the night. I go directly at him with my bow drawn. I shoot an arrow and it only causes him to swat at it like a fly. I shoot another at his crotch and it causes him to drop to his knee. I throw my bow down and as he tries to rise I run up the blade of his sword and thrust my sword into his eye. He falls like a mighty tree in the forest. his comrade has a broad axe and it is about 10 feet long, he swings at me with a downward stroke and I feint to the left and it slices through the neck of his downed friends neck. I jump onto the handle of his axe and as he raises it I use the momentum to land on his back. I plunge my sword into his neck over and over until I sever his spine, he falls paralyzed to the ground. He will never rise again. I see the other monsters comming at me and i decide to give them a taste of the true power of Samspade. I plunge my sword into the ground and clap my hands together and I disappear, as soon as I touch my sword it disappears also. They stop and look around in confusion. I calmly walk up to the one which is closest to me and stab my sword into his leg. He swats with his sword which is taller than me and he misses me.I do this to all of them and they are so stupid that they forget about me and start to fight each other in the confusion, I leave there dumb asses fighting and move towards the castle. All of a sudden a huge serpent appears from my right. He heads straight at me, my invisibility does not fool him he senses my heat. He stops and coils to strike and I run to the wall and do a backflip as he strikes. His snout smashes into the wall and it almost knocks him out. I use this moment to jump on his head and plunge my sword into his brain. I drop my invisibility spell and enter the castle by climbing the wall. I guess they never thought that a man could get this far. They were wrong. I drop to the other side of the wall and reach the square inside. I head towards the reach where I see a lone window that is lit. I see a form pass thewindow and I instantly know that it is my Rarebreed. My rage is so great that I gnash my teeth in anger. I hear a suond and suddenly three hounds appear. They are beasts that look as if they were created in a corner of hell best forgotten. I step back and draw my short swords, this will be close work. They attack and I bend the fabric of time I am suddenly three times as fast as them and I step to the middle of them and slash and thrust until they are no more. I am covered in the blood of them and I wear it like a badge of courage. I step away and enter the door at the bottom of the reach and climb the stairs. I am almost at the top when I see a form which is draped in a cloak. A mage! He raises his hand and a blue ball of flame rises in his hand, he throws it and it it explodes against the wall behind me. FUCK THIS SHIT!!! I draw on my reserves and summon my spirit which is fire, it flows through my body and I stand with my arms outstreached, two balls of fire appear in my hands and I clap them together. The fire flows into one and engulfs the mage. I move past him and smell his burning flesh. I see the door to her room and I kick it open, She is so lovely that my breath is taken away for a moment before she falls into my arms. My Rarebreed.

GUSHY



LOOKING AT YOU AND I WANT TO LINGER IN THE GUSHY OF YOU...WANNA BEND YOU OVER AND PUSH IT IN SO FAR THAT I TICKLE OUR TONSILS AND MAKE YOU SCREAM AS YOU CREAM.
FLUID RUNNING ALL OVER MY MANHOOD AND STAINING THE SHEETS AS I DRIVE YOU TO NEW HEIGHTS.
SO WET THAT I HAVE TO LICK IT TO CONTINUE.
SO WET THAT YOU HAVE TO LICK IT TO TASTE IT.
I LIKE IT RAW AND HARD...I WANT YOU TO FEEL IT WHEN YOU TALK TO YOUR FRIENDS...TOMORROW.
OH HOW YOU MAKE MY HEART RACE AS I LOOK UPON YOU...I WANT THAT PUNANY OH YES I DO.
PULLING YOUR HAIR AS I GRIND INTO YOU...FIERCE AND WILD LIKE JUNGLE CATS ON THE PLAINS.
SCREAM AND I SCREAM...HOWL AND I HOWL AS WELL.
I NEED IT SO BAD THAT I LEAK IN ANTICIPATION...PRE-CUM THAT GLISTENS AS YOU LICK AT IT WITH YOUR TOUNGE.
I HAVE BEEN TOLD THAT I NEVER GET ENOUGH CAUSE I WANT IT ALL THE TIME.
THAT MIGHT BE TRUE BUT I BET YOU WILL SPREAD THOSE LEGS WHEN I RUB YOU ON YOUE PHAT BEHIND.
GIRL I LOOK AT YOU AND I WANNA LINGER IN THAT GUSHINESS.

ASIATIC VISIONS ON A FRUITED PLAIN



ASIATIC NOTIONS OF LOVE AND LUST THAT TRICKLE THROUGH AND FILTER IN TONES OF PINK AND BLUE...SO DAMN LUCIOUS THAT I SINK INTO THE WANT OF YOU.
SOLID AS A ROCK AS YOU THRUST IT INTO MY PERIPHERALS...SO DAMN LUCIOUS AND VISUAL.
TO TALK OF WHAT I WOULD DO IS RATHER REDUNDENT AS I FEEL YOU BECOME ONE WITH THIS FANTASY...THIS DREAM THAT GROWS IN THIS FOREST WHERE I SEE YOUR FEMININITY.
I CHING IN THESE MODERN TIMES WHERE I LIVE BY THE CODE OF SHEN KU...SOME OF THAT URBAN PSYCHOLOGY THAT INCLUDES AND ECLIPSES KUNG FU.
MMMMMM... WHERE YOU START I BEGIN TO END AS TIME RETURNS TO THE PLACE FROM WHICH IT SPRANG...FLOWERS IN GARDENS WHERE WATER SOFTLY WHISPERS ON A FRUITED PLAIN.
I SEE THE INNOCENCE OF YOU EVEN AS I BECOME FULL OF YOUR BEAUTY WHICH GLISTENS LIKE MORNING DEW...BIRDS ON THE WING THAT FLY AWAY...FALLING FROM MY VIEW.
ASIATIC NOTIONS OF LOVE AND LUST THAT TRICKLE THROUGH AND FILTER IN TONES OF PINK AND BLUE.