My thoughts are the triangle of War, the scars that ripped through the flesh of my soul, the vessel of my burning mind that gives light to the blinds, the voice of the deaf, where we have lived in the slum of the breast of this beast...in streets that pill over like the Red sea that I can no longer see my feet from the bodies of the decease that fill the streets...oh, how I feel defeat as the sight of eternity burn like charcoal that warm this buried hole deep into my soul as I fight demons...I am the semen of a generational curse...I am the birth of the earth through the moon of the womb...I am the heat of June with spring in my vessel...I am the breath of hope when all hope is lost...I am the price that pay the cost when the race is lost in this republican and Democratic war, screaming..."What is the election for if we are still fighting Jim Crow laws under a confederate bar association...I am the process of information through institutions of education of racism...we are the integration children of Oliver Brown creation and the migration of education of Brown vs The Board of Education, through racial segregation, and again we are still calling them friends..."What cycle are we in as this twilight saga begin?"...where fantasies has become reality TV, and beef has become internet troll why the gun sit cold one hot summer night in the south, where we sit in the triangle of War as only a small piece of the puzzle... brothers and sisters of the same covenant that state: "No one individual stand above the nation"...we are the brothers and sisters of God's creation, enclosed in a triangle and surrounded by rays of glory, the destructive aspect of Ra's power that shoot the arrow to destroy these evil dosers, that set out to devour us in this triangle of war... Triangle of War... July 26, 2023... written by Sa Ra Safari Messiah Kamau
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Kamau44
SuicideSuicide fill our minds like sand in a hourglass till we running out of time...they pressing rewind while we're pressing stop, until our thoughts are like a chop shop, butcher thoughts form the words that leaves my tongue like a gun...I am a fugitive on the runs, a rose in the concrete of the slum, my heart is the best of the drum as the sound of my voice vibrate through the roots of the truth to awaken you from generations of a genocidal creation that is spreading throughout the nation with manipulation of integration and the separation of races... now all I hear are cries of suicide, homicide, do or die, ride or do, and you or I are cries from a suicide mind... Suicide...Aug, 22, 2023... written by Sa Ra Safari Messiah Kamau  |
A Story From A Damage Mind part 1I was born dead upon arrival, was trained to be my rival, so when I rival, I rival with the rifle like a sniper, as I step into the next cipher, half full like a bull that's burned by the lighter... I'm eager to reach the youth as a writer...my words strike like a viper, my thoughts drop bombs that'll make the devil pay the piper... I was doing this since you was in a wet diaper, as I find the level of crime within the time I require through this confusing brain like a Rubix cube to discipher, where rats are doing time, becoming a tiger, as the mentality of this reality creep Pon our rhythm smooth like a spider, that have you like a minor smoking marijuana behind diner... See I was a gangsta by choice, so I write for you to choose wiser, as I rise up war against our rivals, right by side them like a ghost rider, living as a reminder as I spit words like bullets like God's grace is under fire...my race live undesired like a midnight driver, as these words pedal thr... |
Transgression of OppressionI have lived through the oppression of aggression like a weapon, as these words ricochet in your head with so much lead that every verbal cut like the blade of transgression through the punctuation of each lesson, through the vortex behind your eyes of seeing glass and metal in every direction..."What proof do you have of affection?"... when you have no connection to your history collection, this is the adverb of your strange obsession that have you playing footsie in another dimension with an deranged expression that's drawn to your own reflection with a question... My blessings shine light on my perfection to use this pen as a weapon in the grip of a nameless possession, like a enslave African driven of an obsession to stop the progression of depression...my words are the suggestion in the game of deception to give your life some direction through the projection controls of perception, where they paint us into their picture many times like a bad connection, where the me... |
ScoreFears has sucked upon us like leeches and we have become the creatures of Frankenstein...our minds has been program and every gram of an ounce is a lie that magnify our lives in this fish bowl... this glass hole is a mirror into my soul doing these cold winters..."So how can I be born a sinner and a winner at the same time, as I move to the rhythm and blues like The Spinner in this life like a beginner?"...see, every page I create life like a printer as the storms in my mind linger, and I am no stringer to anger as I'm no stringer to danger...see, as Royal blood drips from my dagger, releasing your inner scream won't matter, cause I'll leave you with a swagger like Mick Jagger, platinum flow, no cheap chatter, my knowledge will leave you with jetlagger, with more lip control than old master, and wait, this is an X factor, the introduction to my next chapter as I pose like a lame rapper on the same chapter, and highlight his name like a game tracker... this ain't poetry, I just ch... |
The Yellow Brick Road"What more can you ask for when you asking the Wizard of Oz for a brain?"... and all we got was chains and bullwhips, gunpowder slugs that ripped through our flesh leaving holes in our backs so the our chest can breathe... man made diseases that brought us to our knees that have us pleading with Jesus, when they needed us to farm these lands...we give them the idea on how to control the black man, now our right hand caress our chest as we pledge allegiance to our death,..."Do you understand this language, the principal method they used to break our communication, confusing us with an consistency of words with similar verbs, dialects that tighten the ropes around our necks as we travel the yellow brick road with no heart or courage and no idea on how to find our way home...
Was I birth without a heart?... this darkness fill my thoughts as I seen a spark in darkness of this reality, where there is no love and no family, no trust and no harmony, loyalty for we... |
Triangle of WarMy thoughts are the triangle of War, the scars that ripped through the flesh of my soul, the vessel of my burning mind that gives light to the blinds, the voice of the deaf, where we have lived in the slum of the breast of this beast...in streets that pill over like the Red sea that I can no longer see my feet from the bodies of the decease that fill the streets...oh, how I feel defeat as the sight of eternity burn like charcoal that warm this buried hole deep into my soul as I fight demons...I am the semen of a generational curse...I am the birth of the earth through the moon of the womb...I am the heat of June with spring in my vessel...I am the breath of hope when all hope is lost...I am the price that pay the cost when the race is lost in this republican and Democratic war, screaming..."What is the election for if we are still fighting Jim Crow laws under a confederate bar association...I am the process of information through institutions of education of racism...we are the i... |
The Cents of menThey are spending quarters, nickels, and dimes in order to control my mind, I see the signs in the lines...I read the minds of the blinds like energy I breathe through the diseases that blind our minds in these times, where it's time for us to shine like the Son of Ra, but all I'm seeing is brother after brother getting killed by us... See just the other day my celly played Russian roulette with a blade, one to the head, two to the chest, his screams sounded like death as two more took his breath... this is the cycle of a mentacidal, homicidal, suicidal mind, that's has made us rivals of ourselves, so we genocide ourselves and blame it on mental health, like a disease can pull the trigger, or disability is the reason we are killing our babies...see it's no maybe or you crazy, from A to Z you have been made to be, mentally, physically and emotionally imprisoned, now you feeling me... and some of you may hate what I say, but I say what I say on the break of day, hear what I say!!!... |
DefamationDo you swear to tell the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth...?.... See the truth is, I was raised under a system that trained me to live a life in prison... building upon buildings, in caged our children of a life in prison, where we have been raised in the streets under prison rights and the wrongs of the law...so I seen what I saw and what I saw was war, and there are not enough Band-Aids to cover these scars that brutalized my soul...I stood in the courtroom bold like a status, I didn't fold as I was sold into a system, a victim hung in the trade of slaves because we didn't fully read the page...so now I face a constitution, court rules, and confusion of these legal institutions, the pollution in this world that's built off of chemical fiction, the waste for desolation that have us living in poverty under the hands of persecution, while the people on the inside are planning our destruction which is another demonstration that our freedom is an illusion... ... |
We Are OneThey gripping, they bitting, they scratching, they pulling, but I can't go under, I won't go under for my blood is like lightning mixed with thunder, I'm the rumble you feel in your stomach in the summer, the winter chill you feel on your heels, I'm your fears you are afraid to face throughout the years, but I feel their touch, the rush feels like an earthquake, I'm the shake you feel on your birthday on a summer day drinking lemonade...I am the rage that haunts you on your dark nights, the thoughts you fight when things ain't going right, I am the wrong and the right you fight every night with Jesus Christ... Jesus Christ, why am I'm feeling these demons?... for I have witness the dreams through different eyes like TV screens, bright life like movie scene that has became horror screams of a prison scene... now the fashion is prison greens, where out of sight leaves idle minds with infusion dreams, confused fiends with emotional health, mental death of killing themselve, this is ... |
Role ModelThe order has came in, they say that I am a role model, so if I am a role model, my first order is to burn the tape recorders with all this water down music, music is a tool but we use it as a weapon, confused it for life lessons, because we look at life as a price, roll the dice on Christ to use life twice and twice I have heard the cries of civil rights, when my human rights have been violated, love sedated with hatred through years of segregation integration, hours of interrogation through history of investigation, of wicked philosophy through institutions of racism, we have became the definition structure of a systemic system for we are it's children raised off it's culture, that's why we see each other as vultures...
Similac milk, welfare babies, government assistance, section 8 housing, project building was the yellow brick road to prison, reading, writing and arithmetic taught us how to load the clip, add, subtract, multiply, and divide taught us how... |