Quote of the Millenium

“I am a Black spirit, securely snuggled away inside a Black body! (big smile)” — E as Poetlove Water

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The Reality of a Situation When One is Bullied

I know…I know…it is shocking!  I am posting TWO blogs in one day.  For this, I must.

First, I would like to announce that I have deactivated ‘E as Poetlove Water’ Facebook page.  It proved to be time/energy consuming, a gauge of the insincerity within general public and not the best tool for marketing my creations (books, jewelry).  Now, here is the true purpose of the latest blog.

Clearly, many police officers in the United States of America are abusing their positions.  There seems to be an institutionally-ingrained disrespect of Black lives.  More and more of these young men and women are dying from bullets shot from a gun (in some cases, guns) of police officers.  NO ONE is beyond reproach! Here are some simple lessons in life:

  • Life is a continuum.
  • Karma / Law of Return exists.
  • When someone “dies”, there is always the option to return to planet Earth to fulfill a mission.
  • DNA carries memories.
  • We are an extension of our family and friends.  Retaliation may come upon a loved one for our irresponsible or cruel acts of violence.
  • Guns are man-made.  The machine is subject to failure.
  • Spiritual power supercede physical power

For those police officers who do not follow procedure because of triggerhappiness, repercussions will follow. Condolences of strength and prosperity to family and friends of wrongfully-slain Black youth in USA!  Justice (Ma’at) will be served!!!

“Getting My Meds”

To manage the symptoms of
Post Traumatic Slave Syndrome
Separation Anxiety
Don’t you know dis-ease
Signifies an imbalance
Inside and out
Caustic fumes of the outside world
Assuming truth from the years of bullshit
Shoved up my nose and down my throat
Creating the cycle of torture
To grow into self-hatred
To train to never restore trust
To develop into destruction of a civilization

I am sick
You are sick
We are sick
They are sick
So…what is the prognosis?
Analysis underway
I see a woman brown/black/colorful
And I see an enemy
I see a man containing same hues
And I see a threat
I see a child gleaming and ready to learn
And I see a reason to run
I see White, Arab, Asian and Latino male
And I place him on a higher pedestal

That is some sick shit
But that is what happens when I am sick
You are sick, we are sick
Sick with a twisted mind
Co-created in a laboratory
Laboratory of Betrayal
Studying all historical accounts from every angle
Only feeding the brain
Yet you know all answers except one
How did we get here in 2012? 2013? and beyond
Arabs cracking the codes to the whites
White man created EVERY problem we know
All Black people were vegan and spiritually escalated
Homosexuality was never practiced prior to 1607
Infidelity didn’t exist because vocabulary nonpermissive
Delusion

We are co-creators of all
Life includes polarities
Selective amnesia is the diagnosis
Depending on a system
That profits off of our demise
Now back to us
Falling from “perfection”
Attuned to nature
Whales, foxes and canaries remain connected
Tree roots, crashing waves and sedentary rocks stabilized
Earth screams
Sum permeates
Moon cries
Fire wild
Purging the coating
Over our three eyes

— from the forthcoming book, The Cells of the Tissue That Should Feel