mysticman04's Blog

As I wander through this journey I’m blessed with all the natural beauty the eye can behold, but yet my path is filled with ugliness and rubbish. The illusion of the American dream with its 2.5 kids, picket fences and the undaughting task of just keeping up has me torn and I wonder "is this my dream?” The daily struggle of this unreality has a hold of my conscience and I'm as confused as a bi polar victim that fluxuates with peaks as high as the prophets that reside in the land of milk and honey, to depths that only Lucifer and his hoard of demons venture and call home. My heart is heavy and my mind is flooded with thoughts of being loved and hated, being accepted and rejected; vexing to no limits, I'm dizzy from the sights and sounds that seem to battle my progression in this parallel of social dysfunction; two worlds one white the other black, one that shares the look and the advantages of the forefathers the other shares the look of property and profits the illusion is strong. The past is filled with stories of nonviolent marches, nonviolent set-ins, even nonviolent communities, but yet violence has befriended these peaceful movements, death has claimed its nonviolent victims and the illusion continues. Fooled by the words of the delusional minds that says, inclusion is the key, Jews and gentiles holding hands, judgment by context of character not by color, and lets not forget "we shall over come someday; fooled we are holding tight to this illusion. How? Is what I ask, how we gonna overcome this illusion of equality when we are as dependant as a babe on a tit, how when our civic leaders are asking for scraps in the vise of programs and welfare, "pay us to be broken in this illusion", blind souls that has fallen for this illusion; living on their knees instead of struggling on their feet. Dysfunction of morality was born of the "dog eat dog" mentality; I have yet to see a dog eat another, but we live by this illusion, only the strong survive and asking the strong keeps you weak. Is this my dream? A nightmare fore, this illusion is not natural. Its man-made and is shaped in distorted thoughts and notions, far from us, far from a nurturing concept which is naturally inside every living creature the almighty has created. Don’t fear nature, it has provided life saving nourishment throughout this illusion. My dream is the dream to walk away and live on my feet. Everything has been tried and failed, sit in’s, marches, boycotts, and even voting, how far have we come? Evolution is at the right hand of this illusion and this has fooled the third eye of many. My dream is simple, let me have my dream.

 I got tears, tears for the landing of foreign feet upon the dark lands, lands of kings and queens. King Solomon I call out to you, Queen Sheba I lay with you in my dreams, mourning so sweet yet salt tracks with its deposits expels themselves as captured Africans spill themselves over the bow of a trans Atlantic voyage to the "new world" so sweet. My tears fall for the truth, fore the truth is the light and my tears are covered in darkness in which I am thankful. Before the dawn of the Neanderthals my tears fell for the strongly built man of Ethiopia; the first of any kind, ancestors to many shades of tribal peoples but tears don't write history and history is told by ones with forked toughs. I got tears for the lost story of my ancestors before slavery, before the Middle Passage, before the strong arming of empires with guns of destruction where’s that story? My tears never dry and my heart continues to moan for the displaced and dead. My tears flows as a flood with great power and Katrina as my Bonnie we liberate lost soul, we set free those chains of poverty with flood waters of death, we took the lives of those who have yet to live young spirits forever grounded forever floating. Never ending my tears flows, my soul grows weary and my heart heavy, heavy as a kilo but yet light as a crack rock that can get you a 25 to life sentence while with a heavy heart the kilo can see the light of day in 3-5 years, tears for this lopsided justice system with no morals. Tears stain my cheeks as crack stains the mind, turning the host into a love struck addict robbing and stealing for another mind %#&@$! dosage of this potion. My tears swell inside me as my mind captures the images of shaking newborns with the same love jones as their mothers; who gave them life and death, newborns with unfamiliar habits thirsting for the 30 minute love potion of dysfunctional bliss. My tears continue to flow for those same newborns that grew into behavioral problems with no comprehension or anyone to comprehend them. Some say crying is a release, I'm not crying! My tears will never cease.

If you listen you can hear laughter in rain drops,you can hear the melody of the wind as it sweeps through the Forrest. If you listen you can hear the joy of a wave crashing on the beach,you can hear the inhale of a soul that yearns for warmth of a kind spirit if you listen. You can hear rhythms of a warm embrace that confronts a gentle soul.If you listen you can hear the moment of impact of a recession, you can hear pockets of the wealthy laugh at congress if you listen. You can hear the screams of mortal fear of a stampede that's being butchered as sheep by paid soldiers that rides camels in Khartoum Sudan. If you listen you can hear, a soft touch of dew falling on a ripe peach, you can hear a solution to a puzzle that's been raging for generations, if you listen.you can hear thoughts of a frustrated people in the voice of a car bomb, you can hear a mother's wail when the American flag is gently folded and handed to her. If you listen you can hear screams and shouts of a deranged mind that's submerged in medications that warps the mind, if you listen. You can hear PTSD and depression in a drone airplane, if you listen. you can hear a child's playful manner in the rumblings of buildings crashing down as a island infrastructure. If you listened.