Mental Freestyle Part Un (1)

I wrote this poem on the 9th of February of this year, 2007. I was listening to a playlist of eclectic songs and I put fragmented pieces of the lyrics in this poem in the beginning of it. You can tell that by the middle of the poem that my viewpoint totally changed like it normally does when I write. Any comments, questions, or ridicule would be gratefully appreciated via AIM, Yahoo!, MSN, or e-mail. Thank you! Please do subscribe to this page as well and tell your friends or anyone that you may think might be interested in my writings. Even if you think they might not be interested, it might be a good thing for them to read on my page. Thanks!

2.9.07

It's too late

For the better

Frail dreams of stormy weather

Never stable

But think provocatively

Never waiting of your response

At a distant glance

I asked four times for a chance

Misleadings I have feel behind

Blowing the planets out of alignment

Grabbing the Moon and burying it

Within my closet

But only to see that I have

Darkened the sky for all to bleed

The planes mistaken for stars

Blowin' up in the sky

But then to remark the catastrophe

But yes a travesty

Further events seen as a tragedy

All the dreams we've left behind

To bury them in our gardens

Falling fast asleep without solace or glee

Thank you for dishardment of heart

Two more years

Another view isn't seen

Golden reefs beyond the sea

Atlantis waiting to blow up the Earth

Babylon spite the U.S.

Disregarding the civilians

Women infertile

Men amongst reptiles

Alienating the truth

The core of the Earth is hollow

Believe me, believe so

You worship paganistic symbols

MK Ultra repetitive images in dreams

Programming us for the next day

Lead me, Father for I want

To help my people

Destroy the genocide displayed

Upon us

Unveiling the masons and snakes

Amongst us

So we can anarchize this world

To idealism

These material pagan idols

Jesus, You I won't be forgettin'

But if only the servants of the Illuminati

Would listen.

Kids Bleeding For Your Merry Christmas.

I haven't written a blog in a while. Well...it's only been a few days, but I usually write a blog everyday.

There kids right now making the dolls, clothes, and shoes that you are craving on Christmas day. Large companies (such as Nike, Wal-Mart, Lacoste, Polo, etc) have "manufactoring warehouses" where thousands of native kids in these third-world countries (such as Indonesia, Pakistan, Taiwan, etc.) are paid less than an equivalent of 100 U.S. dollars a month. You have children as young as five years old working in these "manufactoring warehouses." One of the laws that is imposed on the laborers in manfacturing your over-priced material goods (such as your $90 dollar Lacoste polo shirt that costs only $2 dollars to make) is the laborers are not allowed to go to school.



The meager income that these children recieve is just enough to get enough food for the family. These children are not educated, and work under some extremely harsh and dangerous conditions. But, I'm sure after you open your gifts, realize that you have another pair of Prada or Jordan shoes, hangbags (to add to your closet to collect dust) you will forget about what it took for you to even see these overly-priced goods. There are people starving and being in a modern day slavery that we call "cheap labor" so that little Travis and little Janee can play with their Mattel toys. There is a six-year old Filipino boy that worked in a sweatshop bare foot sweating from the sweltering 90 degree heat of the warehouse to sew your thousand dollar Dolce & Gabbana gown. All of these material things mean nothing. You are spending hundreds upon thousands of dollars on material goods just to cover up all of your many insecurities. You are buying things that won't make you consciously feel better, but subconsciously make you feel better. A temporary void that is filled within you when you open that gift to see some diamond earrings that some West African kids bled over. Kids having their hands severed over these diamonds. We are all spending unneccessary amounts of money to feel our many voids, so that these conglomerates can continue to reap the benefits of our ignorance. This will continue to occur as long as these corporations are in control of our world's consumerism. Just remember next time when you go to Bloomingdale's and spend $300 dollars on a pair of Chloe glasses that you are contributing to child slavery.













Check out this site:
http://endchildlabor.org

Modern Day Slavery.

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I know this is going to go over most of your heads, but watch the entire video before you judge. Maybe, next time you will think before you start to snap dance, Chicken Noodle Soup, or go dumb.

A minstrel show is a form of entertainment used to degrade blacks. The white performers used coal to cover their faces completely black and even black performers (knowing that they wouldn't be able to find any other acting jobs) did so as well. It originated in the United States and in Europe as well during slavery and continues on even today.

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Maybe next time the snap dance won't seem so cool, and then again most of you that just watched these videos are going to keep doing your slave dances anyway because everyone else is.