Frankly Dedoyin

Mehn! how I love the poetry style!!! Guest blogger: The Soul of the Black Liberation Army After we have conquered out the despair and replaced it with determination; after we have turned our frustrated anger into impetuous action then cooled it off and replaced it with cold hate filled methodically planned strategies; after we begin to observe the condition of the world as a whole and understand and feel compassion and pity for those whose relentless greed for material possessions causes them to lose touch with their humanity; after we progress to the point where our overriding motivations ceases to be hate and is replaced by love for our people, then, and only then , are we prepared to take the final step in our transformation or metamorphosis into professional revolutionaries. It is only after we have matured to the status of professionals, aware of where we have been and where we are going and secure in our own courage of conviction and willing to accept the conseque

by RC Witt Search your heart in earnest and know the nature of your spirit seek wisdom to tell of existence, and discover the nature of life... as a miner finds a vein of diamonds, the seeker of life finds love, and as light dawning on the beauty of nature, love shines meaning on life... love counters the bondage of pride, free one of the chains of hate; opens the door to happiness, and bears fruit of abundant joy. taste the wine of joy bear the key to life, feel the truth of freedom... it all rushes of forth with the tingling sensations of LOVE!!! Source: The Soul of the Black Liberation Army

by Black Sambo. I see the pictures on the wall family pictures pictures of lovely smiles of infancy and adulthood pictures of a Mama's determination and children's hope. turning towards the door, this...cell door here is yet another picture live-but heartless this one i did not hang up nor does it represent family or hope it is a picturesque view of yet another (brother's) prison door to another cell where another political prisoner is caged. Ugly pictures. Yes - we are here - the political prisoners! torn from loved ones but never from love never from hope... All because we violated the un-naturalness of contemporary white capitalist society! with very natural liberating acts of violence - we are fed up! we want - we demand immediate, total change! we acted on the master plan from our children's smile we acted - real took a fall knocked down - but not out! and ready to stand tall again with dignity, as always. yes, we acted, and

by Upp G Big up to Upp G, my good friend friend. I call him misfit and outlaw at times not literally of course but for his rare out-of-box quality thoughts. I present to y'all this poem...high cerebral. Can you tell what the author is feeling? The body is under siege, The head knows this. The body is about to crumble The head yet knows this. The body is burning; In flames of anguish, One hair aft the other, A gram of skin aft the other The head knows this yet stays aloof. The body is falling apart hope by hope, Finger by finger; Tooth by tooth, The indifferent head yet stays; Indifferent. How many more? How many more fingers need t' be crushed? How many more hairs need t' be burnt? How much more throe does the body; Need t’ undergo? How much more till the mumchant vociferations of the body are paid any heed? How many more till the recrudesces; And save its dying body from a sore pass? How many more?

THE SCREENPLAY Once upon a time There was indeed a country where all were once free Now all long to be free. There is indeed a country the underworkings of masterminders and thespian Emeriti - a people highly elevated to god-like status whose powers are highlighted only by the effect of their darksome intentions the craftiness of their hands the wittiness of their nature and the uncanniness of their minds. there is a country created like the raised stage of a theatre On this stage - a drama is ongoing it is built to last till end of the world On this stage - illusion meets reality and there are rose lines that separate the two worlds there is a country indeed a place where the thespians are performing where the spectators sit back to watch in awe everyone believes it's a great play no one knows the end except the masterminders underworking in silhouettes behind the scenes. This screenplay is - like a blood curdling horror movie though it is seen