Recycled Capitalism

Blood soaked economic system, Private ownership

Solely for profits, Echoes ring from cracks of the whip

Old face Britain & Amsterdam, New face honors the Duke

New York’s stench from lies, Can’t mask the truth

Made legal to own African people, forced to build The Wall

Pillar of oppression, that Eagle, Babylon must fall

18th century slave code, Now born with bar code,

Auction block to auction market, 11 Wall Street Manhatten tortured souls sold

Stocks, bonds, mutual funds, Are we just derivatives

Of greed laden trades and transactions, Deliberate and annihilative

Auctioneer, broker, big board, Lehmen’s cotton,

Aetna’s insured slaves, Same players, different names & days, fleshly crops gone rotten

Sold to the highest bidder, Merrill and Goldman supply the collateral

Capitalism with a botched facelift, devil in the mathematicals

What goes up must descend, was never worthy to wear the crown,

be found blameless in these days,

Repent, seek truth, change wicked ways, be heavenbound

For the end will not delay

 

Happy Shavuot

Chag Sameach to all celebrating Shavuot tomorrow, whether you are here in the Land of Israel or in the Diaspora! I pray it be reflective and a very enjoyable feast for you all.

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Say Their Names

After tragedy strikes, yellow tape stripped away

Broken lives, dreams shattered, discontinued birthday

Bad news, knock on the door, “Mam we have news to relay”

SAY THEIR NAMES

Someone’s son, father, wife, daughter

Sister, brother, can no longer comfort one another

Loved one, GONE, a generation goes no further

SAY THEIR NAMES

Precious children, gutted aspirations, never to graduate

Stolen time to ponder, contemplate on life, or reevaluate

Holocaust proven by history, can hate be innate?

SAY THEIR NAMES

He is not happy with the bloodshed, innocent souls cry out

Those with bloody hands, punishment coming, no doubt

Prayers for perseverance, let justice swiftly come about

SAY THEIR NAMES

Let the fallen never be forgotten.  Let their families be comforted.  Let us see the day where we don’t have to say another name

of a soul perished from this injustice.

Psalms 119:50 This is my comfort in my affliction:

for thy word hath quickened me.


And Sadly…….the list goes on…..

George Floyd--Breonna Taylor–Akiel Denkins-Sandra Bland-Trayvon Martin–Alton Sterling–Philando Castle-Tamir Elijah Rice-Michael Brown Jr.–Aiyana Jones–Oscar Grant-Renee Davis-Frank Clark-Akiel Denkins–Gregory Gunns–Samuel DuBose-Brendon Glenn-Freddie Gray–Natasha McKenna–Walter Scott-Christian Taylor-Ezell Ford–Eric Garner–Akai Gurley-Laquan McDonald-Yvette Smith–Jamar Clark–Rekia Boyd-Shereese Francis-Ramarley Graham–Manuel Loggins–Sean Bell-Ronald Madison-Kendra James–Amadou Diallo–LaTanya Haggerty-Margaret LaVerne Mitchell-Jason Michael Robinson–Ricky Whidden–Chase Anthony Tuseth-Jamal Rollins-James Rich Jr–Gerald Hall–Terrence Thomas Jr-Anthony Eddington-Ryan Joseph–Marlon Lewis–Lavar Douglas-Earl Eubanks Jr-Waltki Williams–Redrick Batiste–Mark Hicks-Norman Gary-Bruce Johnson II–David Crosby Dowdy–Jason Stringer-Irecas Valentine-Abdul Artan–Terrell Walker–Richard Grimes-Jerome Harmon-Cloetha Mitchell–Kajuan Raye–Talif Scudder–Ivory Pantallion III-George Bush III–Erickson Brito–Darius Jones-Samson Fleurant-Dontrell Carter–Rasheem Singleterry–Andrew Depeiza-Ritchie Harbison-Darryl Chisholm–Joshua Beal–Ferguson Laurent-Keenan Bradley-Michelle Shirley–Terrence Coleman–Jason King-Thad Hale-Malcolm Hickson–Roy Richards–Aaron Ballard-Demetrius Moore-Deborah Danner–Darius Wimberly–Kirk Figueroa-Deric Brown-Larry Matthews–Jaguar Mathis–Christopher Shackleford-Donte Jones-Carnell Snell–Reginald Thomas–Najier Salaam-Jacquarius Robinson-George Richards Meyers–Douglas Rainey–Christopher Sowell-Alfred Olango-Oddis Colvin Jr–Keith Scott–Philip Hasan-Kadeem Trotter-Dahir Adan–Terence Crutcher–Nicholas Glenn-Tyre King-Markell Bivins–Terrence Sterling–Gregory Frazier-Sadiq Idris-Robert Brown–Moses Ruben–Jerome Damon-Michael Thompson-Levonia Riggins–Jaqwan Terry–Alfred Toe-Donta Taylor-Kelley Forte–Brandon Coles–Omer Ismail Ali-Kenney Watkins-Colby Friday–Sylville Smith–Kendrick Brown-Fred Barlow-Darnell Wicker–Jawari Porter–Jamarion Robinson-Demarco Newman-Joseph Mann–Korryn Gaines-And in no way is this a conclusive list-Say their names-Say their names!

For more info:  The Guardian-The Counted

A Huge Reason for the Police Brutality…..1033 Program

Glass Box

The girl sat alone in her own glass box

Observing others in theirs

Her box labled Dancer

Another’s marked Teacher

The next, Doctor…and an endless line of labeled boxes followed

A voice called out and asked,

“What are you?”

The girl nervously replied, “I guess I’m a dancer, that’s what the label says”

“Come out, my child”, the calm, still voice softly commanded

“Can I?…. should I?” said the timid girl. “But what will people think?”

And the voice said, “Let me worry about that and just be what I created you to be.”

As she slowly opened the door, still a bit intimidated, she took one step out of the glass

With the next step, she noticed her neighbor’s glass door opening

Before she knew it, others were doing the same

They felt free for the first time to become who they were

Free of labels and endless possibilities

Love Dance

This narrative tells the story of two lovers through my eyes as a dancer and admirer of music, particularly 90’s R&B.  I hope you enjoy and feedback as well as constructive criticism is always welcome!

So young in the beginning, she politely accepted his hand as he asked her to dance.  As he led her to the dance floor, she thought, “I’m not his type”.  The music was so soft but yet alluring.  Something different about him, she thought.  His confidence made her head twirl and her imagination tip toed into the future, a soft bourree’ into places in her mind she would not dare share with anyone, for certain not him.  Would she dare dream that he is the ONE?

The music sped up and became a bit louder as the song transitioned into a conscious hip hop beat, making the young couples’ hearts saute with delight, and as the tempo slowed into “Baby I’m Yours” by Shai, they realized they were drawn in very closely by an irresistible force, into a lover’s embrace. Her head finding a niche to rest on his chest as she studied his heartbeat. She liked that rhythm.  All others on the dance floor faded away into faceless characters as the two held each other as if already a pair, both silently hoping that the DJ would play another song like this one.  I need more time, he thought.  But she went with the rhythm of the new song and encouraged him to do the same as she flirted with him through the movement of her hips, although subtle and a bit shy and unassured.  She didn’t want to be hurt again.  Could she be the ONE, he thought?

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Never Forget Them

 

No matter what your ethnicity or location,

What WILL you do for the sake of humanity?

Please provide any information you discover about the missing to all of these sites or contacts in order to help bring them home and support the victims, families and friends.  Let’s join together and post whatever we can on our social medias & blogs to bring more awareness to this madness.  The more awareness, the more help we can generate for the Missing and bring them back, no matter what the reason they are missing.  This could easily be any of our loved ones.

Black and Missing Foundation

24/7 HelpLine (800-587-4357) or Master List of Missing Children

bring our missing home

The Metropolitan Police Department, Washington, DC:  Youth & Family Services Division (202)576-6768,

Command Information Center (202)727-9099

https://twitter.com/hashtag/missingdcteens

 

Guest Poetry by Yahna_D_Vine

This special guest poet is a friend of mine that has been writing for some time now.  In addition, she is a very talented model.  Enjoy her creative work entitled, “I Pray to Thee” and please give her some love on my blog by liking, sharing and leaving a comment!

 

What’s My Motivation?

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Woke up this morning, feeling relieved to see another day, but mind resisting the waves of tasks that come in to invade and away,  then suddenly comes that recurring flood that I call…..Sunday.

Body tired cause once again thought I could cheat my circadian rhythm, into thinking I could only sleep five hours, battle of the mind, brain schism, right versus left brain then back to realism.

Just the adversary trying to get me to doubt my ability that the Almighty Father has instilled in me to aid in the execution of each and every task with precision and agility.

“So what’s my motivation” I thought to myself.

Could it be that my children need me to get out of this warm & cozy bed?  Not ready yet, doubts swirling, body aches, brain dead; in creeps a still voice whispering, “Fear not, don’t dread!”

So I choose to listen to it instead

Maybe it’s my morning prayers that beg to be recited, that give me wisdom to conquer spiritual battles, and if failed could leave me over-excited and yes, ……even indicted

Then I put into the forefront of my mind that those that came to be at some time or were born blind, would gladly wake up eager to not only read,  but be extremely inclined To engulf the beauty around them that we so often think…….. “never mind”

What’s my motivation?

Do I get up today for that 9 to 5 that’s mos def not in the 5 year plan to keep us alive, not to mention help our children to propel forward and thrive

Then, yet again, that still voice said, “Rise and see what marvelous things await you today

Let Me worry about the tasks, the problems and your pay.  Each time you awake, see it as a present or even a bouquet.

From Me my child

It’s up to us to figure out how to use that present in order to be of service to Him

and a blessing to others just like the bouquet of flowers, petals and stem

He is my perpetual motivation, for without Him, I surely would cease to exist

The still voice has and always will be my Creator urging me to persist

Thank you Heavenly Father for your mercy, this gift, and the bouquet

and all of the many blessings from the past and future ones you are sending my way

Perception

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When you look at the picture, what do you see?  

Am I smiling, sad, or just wearing a pleasant expression that tells the world a summary of what I want to portray?  And how do you know what’s reality; is it just all for display?  If you had to summarize me, what would you say?

How can our perception of things be so very wrong? 

Sometimes it’s like judging a book by it’s cover as we so often quote.  Other times, it’s like the famous idiom, seeing your glass half empty instead of half full, a wise person wrote.  Like after reading this, what will be your perception of this anecdote?

See here is the thing, how we see others and a given situation can depend on our own state of mind.  What is truly reality can get tangled up and unfortunately intertwined and combined with our own experiences.  You may be thinking….so what!  But before you brush it all off as no big deal, think about how this affects the people who could have been in your life but you dismissed them as not “for real”; the reason why the world has become so cold and some of us can no longer feel…that empathy for one another.

Man, perception is a mutha!

Oh, and by the way, in that pic……I was smiling, it was a good day!

So next time you think negatively of your sister or brother, have a bit more compassion and don’t let negative perception prevent a relationship from going further.

Do You Love Me?

Starting something new in 2017!  A short poem from yours truly illustrating how in my imagination the Father may define LOVE as it pertains to His relationship with us. Do you love me enough toR…

Source: Do You #Love Me?”