MYSTIC MEDIUM

On this earth is the search is it personal
With purpose the earth submersed in service to its servants
She birthed us perfect, dirty and wordless
Turned nervous we learned to skirmish
Lured fervent determined to herd to churches
Worshiping verses its curious
With the word imperfect
Set and ready to purchase
The next lesson best nurture
Arrest the hexes that vex us next and rest assured is the password.

Deliver, I'm living to giving,
I'm in the middle, how many minutes are fit to live again
Highly, the beginning of many
Any man to menace any enemy
To defend the pretty petty pitch the penny
And lift to mix
Amidst the mystic medium
To sit. Lift the kid anew graffiti him
Let it be, be what you are
But don't stand the fuck up if you ain't touched

Defend against em', the pen and pencil lends a hand to mention
Blends dimensions, sends a venom in em' inching
System itching a vision filling, glimpsed and feeling real and willing
Killing illness; instilling a healing in the millions.

Written by Haplo

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All Is Not Quiet

All is not quiet on the western front
All is not quiet on the western front
Hear the cry of those who die for lies
in side The fallacy, west- politrickology

Katrina and Rita
Twin sister twisters, raising the water,
state troopers will shoot to kill
survivers framed looters
six days later
Bushes brain came back from vacation
a spoilt child testing the patience of Mother nature
The Clan don’t like black people ain’t a revelation,
that’s late data
but we need to remind those Caucasians with selective
amnesia
and blacks would rather it weren’t mentioned like
colin and condoleeza
everyones wallet got tight when they induced mothers
nature might
to shake under Pakistan and let’s not forget Bam
eco-war’s the next level, right?
Egos sore when light is shed the night
that the whole world is in the Almighty’s hand,
there’s a higher plan to overstand, so let’s takes a
stand

black on black killings, its chilling, spilling blood
in water falls of pain
young lives axed in race attacks, the hate and blame
is insane
but the media switched focus from us
to turban wearing asylum seekers
whitewashed as suspiscious
dubious detention, 90 day terrorist interrogations
false information commission false starts
so moving swiftly up the chart
9/11 to 7/7
number 1 on the UK’s most hated list
four  brown bodies with MI5 tracking chips
employed to copy cat those under attack in  Palestine
and Iraq
sporting brand name trainers and miscellaneous back
packs

British intelligence got blatant with their war games,

eight bullets engraved with the names of the worlds
most wanted
Gee, 8, it was seven once but that number too Holy
wars wont be fought for the most Highs eyes only
Creators create

they raise stakes in a climate of pandemonium
add a European union  to unholy communion
numerologically eight gestates  a weakness for power,
money
this aluminati breed don’t overstand  the might of
numerology
they’ve succumbed to the dis-ease of tyranny and greed
paying lip service to those in need
silenced by the choke chain of  poverty
the circle of debt, a rusty noose around the necks of
our children
the church no safe haven cos even priests are
interfering
knock knock knocking on Sodom’s door
Religion, the infector of thoughts pure
with all us Children of God lost in dog eat dog
procedure
the new world order advocating war
legions of soldiers forgot what they’re fighting for


politricksters trigger trapdoors opening floors to
hell fire
tampering with our weakest emotion,our desire
"I want this, gimme gimme gimme that!"
I want my right to say No back
freedom of choice now flavourless
I, selector, telling ya the selection no longer holds
my interest
Patronising my intelligence, I lived to raise my
conscience
And I feel for the sleep-walking dead
Programmed to consume beyond gluttony
all looking like Jabba the Hutt to me
It’s a crying shame, when temptation remains untamed


All is not quiet on the western front
All is not quiet on the western front
Hear the cry of those who die for lies
inside The fallacy, west- politrickology


SARS bird flu, BSE, HIV
bedlam in medicine market
lesions showing on the face of WHO’s wrong doing
Worlds Health Organised
Configured to disfigure the inner healer
prescription drugs injected into the climate of fear
fatal after effects inviting the grim reaper
prematurely
Ritalin for babies misdiagnosed with ADD
"Mikey, take these calm down pills for mummy, won’t
you dear?"
Mikey set up, life of sin, a druggy constantly looking
gear
the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world
pharmaceuticals brand the worlds womb gold
the hand that ladles rocks is the pusher of cold wars
the land that locks down  fatalilty’s high score
always hungry for more

blind justice  paid off to miscarry, pregnant with
mafiosa crack babies
fertilised with seed of dirty govenrmental money
it’s clotted and sour in the land of milk and honey
drugs, guns in the manor,street getting stanker
They just wanna fill oil tankers
youths lost in the maze of hate
Mums afraid to  leave her gates 
didn’t you hear, old  age threatens the police state
they jailed pensioner for seven days for council tax
she refused to pay

I hate the fact that I got to write poetry about
frustration
revolution begins in the mirror move the mind
Flossing bling, weapons of mass distraction
mass media propaganda pandering to primal fear,
Hitler held this premise dear
despite detestation of his rules
New world order adopts his tools
faster than a compulsive gamblers last bet
faster than childless couples in the west pay for
ghetto babies on the net

It’s  all a set up on the western front
Pickling brains preserving white supremacist
patriarchy
rearing anarchy’s unpredictable children, human life
no currency
Is anyone in possession of all their faculties
in this time of World prophesised history?
All I know for sure is, man, I don’t give a damn about
nano-sized ipods
I just want the lies and killing to stop
Till then it’ll always be roaring on the Western
Front,  roaring on the Western Front

Written by Zena Edwards
Copyright October 2005

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IMAGINE 
BY Ernie Paniccioli

Imagine if presidents were only allowed to declare war if one of their loved
ones had to be at the front.

Imagine if there were a law that stated that for every tank, there
had to be
a new school and for every war helicopter there had to be a new
hospital.

Imagine if every time a rapper screamed the name of his city or
borough ,
they had to make a contribution to a computer literacy program in
that place.

Imagine if every Pop Diva that millions of young girls adored and
emulated
and young men desired had to list all of the cosmetic surgery
they've had
and how much of their bodies are artificial or enhanced.

Imagine if every bragging rapper had to post a financial statement
showing
how deep in debt they are.

Imagine if every so called Hip Hop Mogul had to list how they got
their
money, who financied them and how much and what they owe to that
other
person.

Imagine if all those booty shaking, scantily clad "ladies" in Rap
videos had
to disclose their STD test results.

Imagine if all those rappers showing off their 50 cars and olympic
sized
game rooms had to show where they actually got their money from and
how much
of their collection of cars and jewelery is actually rented.

Imagine if those macho, he-men rappers, actors and superstar models
were
outed and it was revealed how many men they had to sleep with to
climb the
"Star Ladder" and how many of these "Gangsta Ladies Men" were really
bi-sexual.

Imagine if all these "Black Leaders" were forced to show how much
money they
made in the name of their "Brothers" and "Sisters" and how much
money they
make from lectures and Hip Hop forums in the name of "progressive
movements"
and "gender related" issues.

Imagine if rappers did not have to curse to rhyme and all references
to the
"N-word", brand name clothing,sneakers, liquor and rims were not
allowed to
be mentioned.

Imagine a rap video without the males acting like fools with mouths
full of
gold teeth and the women no longer displayed as disposable and
interchangeable objects like razor blades or socks.
Imagine rappers being forced to wear shoes instead of sneakers and chains that cost over a thousand dollars being banned from their videos.

Imagine a video cam being placed in the oval office so we could see
all of the loot, deals and lies that went on in our names and the waste of our tax dollars.

Imagine a video cam in central lock up, so we could see the way
prisoners
are actually treated.

Imagine a law that said that in the richest country in the world, no
child
or senior citizen would go hungry or need a place to live.

Imagine an investigation into where all the billions of dollars in
lottery
money that is supposed to go to education is actually going.

Imagine a real war on illegal drugs and how many police,
millionaires,
politicans and other pillars of the community would be sent to
prison for
life.

Imagine rappers publicly stating that they not only accept the fact
that
they are role models, but planned to take that role seriously.

Imagine an investigation into the music video "Pass The Courvosier"
and
finding out who got paid what do a free liquor commercial in
violation of
F.C.C. rules and why they chose to make it an ignorant racist
anti-asian
video.

Imagine Hip Hop pioneers and legends actually being given the
respect and
jobs and money they deserve.

Imagine a true Hip Hop magazine.

Imagine magazines that call themselves "Hip Hop " magazines actually
hiring
Hip Hop Photographers and not folks that are ignorant to the
culture.

Imagine so called "Hip Hop Radio Stations" actually playing Hip Hop.
Imagine replacing the "N-Word" with the words Brother and Sister and
meaning
those words and not looking for as paycheck for using those words.

Imagine a real choice for president.

Imagine an "Activist" or so called "Leader" that did not want to
line his
pockets and get the blessing of the media or who was not a "media
whore" or
who did not crave the spotlight and fat checks to lecture and speak
out
against injustice.

Imagine a political party that was really "for the people".

Imagine young people loving music, beacuse they loved the beats and
lyrics
and not because they were bombarded with the video and endless,
countless
radio plays.

Imagine a magazine that allowed young independent people to rate new
albums
and not the cowardly, paid, jaded, shallow folks trying to hold onto
their
jobs and get a toe into the music industry.
Imagine if the government were to tell the truth about UFO's and
Aliens and
how much better the millions of people who had witnessed these
things would
feel.
Imagine if the truth about the JFK assassination were to be
revealed.
Imagine if all the books of the Bible were to be re-assembled and
the
censorship removed.
Imagine if the truth about Africans, The Aztecs, Toltec's and Mayans
were to
be taught in schools.
Imagine if we stopped eating processed food.
Imagine a society without guns.
Imagine if  we could find a new source of energy. Would it stop wars
over
oil?
Imagine if rape were suddenly to become a capital crime. 

You may print, copy or share this wherever you want with whomever
you desire and whenever you want. All content is the opinion of the author.
Ernie Paniccioli March 2004                                www.whoshotya1.com and www.rapphotos.com 

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Hip Hop: Revolutionary/Righteous Rhetoric
By Universoul

Hip Hop
is a holy and
human experience
of cosmic deliverance.

Intense
because when we become it
it is evidence of our
sacredness.

Do you really know
Hip Hop?
It's not
what you hear on the
radio or see on TV
Hip Hop is the natural
essence and culture of
you and me that dates
back centuries.

Hip Hop didn't start
with Nelly
It was here way before
him!

We've been
rappin', taggin', breakin',
djin', and buildin' since
the days of bell bottoms
and afros

Rap goes back
to the ancient Griots of Africa

Did you even know that
sistah and bro?

We flow
naturally

It is in our genes

Hip Hop is universal supreme
bringing together beings
of different backgrounds and
ethnicities.

Hip Hop/body rock/don't stop/
We used to beat box/on the block/
Freestyle off the top/
In shell toes and Reeboks/
we battle to see who can really rock!/

Hip Hop

The grandeur

Positive and Pure

The Cure
for the Hue-man race

This is why will embrace
it ALWAYS.

Christopher Donshale Sims/Universoul
4/30/2004
http://www.authorsden.com/christopherdsimsakauniversoul