Sinners Judging Sinners

Friday December 29th, 2006 (10:00 pm Eastern time)
If you are as sad as I am today
Just remember:
That too shall pass!
When the rush is gone,
We'll forget him
And then we'll move on
To con our next "fan."

Look at us, we can't help it
We display our barbaric ways...
Because that's who we are...
We are sinners JUDGING Sinners
We suck blood for power!


This is just a simple thought....
bought 2 you by (c)fania simon 2006
Here today...Gone tomorrow

Why Do You Say James Brown is Dead?

Why Do You Say James Brown is Dead
To me, he is not dead
God called him to the next level
That's it.
See, he is no longer crying
in that colored section...
Section earth

Finally,
Mr. James Brown is now FREE
He can open his wings
And fly with the wind
There's no discrimination
In that other land.
'Cause there's no skin
Just spiritssssssss
James Brown is free.

(c)2006 fania simon
A poem is born but I was not trying to write a poem...
...Just a thought. I guess.

We love 2 show love when it's too late!!!!

Passing The Tradition

4 Year Old Plays Djembe Again...
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DOOR OF NO RETURN (SLAVE PORT)

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A Fan like Like a Sister

A Fan Like a sister
by Fania Simon

Pretty young but wise
Fly
Don't stop
We know why we are here
Let's make her proud

Wrinkles on her face
skin dry-up for days
She pays the sun
Now we must pay back

Do you see their faces?

written by Fania Simon
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The Traitor

The Traitor

I am a traitor
a spy disguised as a citizen of this land
the U.S.A
You see I got the blood of revolutionaries
flowing in my veins
The blood of a million marching slaves
chanting in perfect unision
Koupe Tete Boule Kay
And for those of you who don’t
understand creole
that means Cut off the Head and Burn the Houses
of those racist white imperialists

Yes I am a traitor
I spilled the blood of Frenchmen
and wrote my declaration with it
Danced my voodoo dance to their piercing howls
letting the spirits of ancient Africa
penetrate my frame

So I stand Up
and throw my middle finger to the skies
Cause my forefather Touissant
told me too
His ghost whispering to me from
the damp undergrounds of a French prison
And I promised him, Boukman, Dessalines and the rest
divine vengeance
for I shall reak havoc in this land
A holy war of all the dead souls
and on that faithful day
ALL the spirits of the dead traitors
Arawak Indian, and African alike
from Port au Prince to Miami
we will move across the sea
not on boats, but on foot
following the footsteps of Christ
we will reclaim this land
FOR
LIBERTY
AND JUSTICE
FOR ALL!
Written by Castina Charles, author of Baad Asss Poet

When I Did Speak

When I did speak

From the age of six until the age of sixteen
My life was like a scene, from a movie unreal
I had no visible scars
no external wounds...but the internal ones
refused to let me live...in peace

Everyday I fought a war
A war with myself...
I still feel his crispy hands
touching my secret place, and hears as my heart race
I couldn't cry nor scream
What I am telling you is not from a movie scene

I prayed for death arrive
not on him, the man that had caused me so much pain
But prayed for death on myself
Death never came for neither one of us
and each and everyday my like was getting worse

Until I spoke up...and when I did
I became free, physicly, emotionally, mentally
my life was unreal, I couldnt feel
Until I, the abusee spoke up

(c)2006 K. Bijoux Augustin

Ode To The Morning Mist

Ode To The Morning Mist

Sleep transcends as the mist settles into the morning

Unconscious thoughts become reality as another day evolves

The morning mist lies draped across an autumn colored facade

Radiance level increases as the sun elevates the morning mist

Morning mist becomes day as God’s breath brushes gently against my face

©2006 Patrick Suttle

Look 'em in The Eye

Look 'em in The Eye

Looking for a way out,
but all seems to fail!
Feeling like time is slipping
my walls closing in......
Man!
Am I tripping?

No,
just feelings of frustration
bringing out my desperation's
Desperate to bring about change
in a world full of hate!
I see their fate...
for trying.
Trying to desecrate my soul
Keep me from reaching my ultimate goal
of being whole and in control.

You see.....
its my higher calling,
to help mankind.
From being blind to the signs,
Babylon!
You undermine,
the intelligence of YHWH's legion!

And for that reason.....

It will soon be open season,

On your heads!

for the treason that you spread!

I know you see us,
growing stronger.
Your days are numbered,
Your deceitful ways,
shall be no longer!
But till then,
me & my troops have to move stealthy.
To destroy your dreams,
of employing teams
for a one world regime.....

Receiving the mark of the beast,
OH NO!!!
that's not me
Living underground

off the grid
Feeding my mind so I can get a grip,
Handle.
On this here scandal!
Many say I'm paranoid maybe just psycho....

That's when I laugh,
look'em in the eye & tell dem
soon it'll be your time!
When you will be condemned
Can't you feel it....
(Judgement)

©2006 Helen


Let Get Geographically Correct


Let get geographically correct

Haiti-AYITI
Hispaniola-HAITI
SantoDominguo-HAITI
Saint Domingue...HAITI
Hey that's AYITI

Split in half
Two Republics...
West side-
Republic of Haiti
East side -
Republic of Santo Domingo

O Children of Haiti!
O Bookman!
O Ancient Africa!

Vivre Haiti!
Viva Haiti!
Long lives Haiti!
HAITI?

Haiti: FREEDOM FIGHTER
SINCE COLUMBUS
Hmmmm...HAITI!

©2006 by Fania Simon [Yesayah]
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BUSH AND CHENEY’S NECROMANCY

BUSH AND CHENEY’S NECROMANCY

Dick Cheney on “Meet The Press”
Faced with facts, his answers, a distorted mess
Still talking arrogant and bold
He is living in a “Star Trek” world

Cheney has no kin in Baghdad’s fight
But he continues to expound pomp and might,
Sent our soldiers to fight for a lie
How many more will have to die?

Iraq and terrorism are two different entities
Connected only by Bush and Cheney’s insanities,
Five years now since nine eleven
And Osama is still in his cave like haven

Certainly we have created more terrorists
Because Bush and Cheney are imperialists,
Our vote in November should be out of devotion
To retake from these despots, our Beloved Nation!

© Sheriff Ali 2006

Author’s Comments

Whether or not you agree or disagree with me, I respect all people, but I sincerely do believe that President Bush and Vice President Cheney “LIED” to us when they neglected the justified war on terrorism in Afghanistan and invaded Iraq. Invading Iraq galvanized the numerous splintered Jihad groups into “one big killing machine.” Bush and Cheney’s necromancy is the cause for the “chaos” in Iraq, where our soldiers are caught in the middle of Mesopotamia’s sectarian violence that has gone from bad to worse!

(NECROMANCY--: "The practice of conjuring up spirits from the dead hoping to influence events")

The Chief Entertainer From Never-Land

The Chief Entertainer (King of Pop) from the Never-Land

by fania simon 6.7.03

I kept thinking of recording part of this song
So I took my pen in hand
And painfully wrote these few lines
Lines that are engraved in my heart
Where I hid my heritage next to him
Oh how I rejoice knowing you are from my tribe!
You were named king
Amongst our people up on the hill
O. the high Star that you are!
Only Jehovah can lay hands on your smile
For you are well preserved
By our ancestor’s herbs

O' Superstar, The King of Pop!
You are sitting way up in the sky
And I peaked into your kingdom
Into the Never Land region
And I saw the enemies shooting arrows at your smile
They made your heart lonely - so lonely tonight
And on this fake globe, earth, you are trapped.
And with these fake habitants on earth, you are trapped.
You ought to keep company with nature,
With innocence,
With the rain,
Until sunshine comes to your defense
And you shall escape all the fake guards
And you shall stand in front of the mirror of life
And with our reflections smiling back at us
We shall spiritually multiply happiness and kindness on earth
And they shall never, ever invade your smile again

But remember Superstar,
We all have more than one face
Show them your other face-as I’ve done so far
But I urge you to preserve the real one for noon
Cause the mystical genius is coming for you soon
And together, we shall rejoice in Never Land...

Well now, let me record this song!

To Michael Jackson(c)2003 by Fania Simon [Yesayah] FL.


"TRY celebrating the good in people, and stop celebrating the bad" ~ fania

"THE QUESTION"

"Can animals Make us More Human" ~ Fania Simon

Do You Remember Whitney?

Do You Remember Whitney?

When you were down because your man (your woman) left you
Your heart was oh so blue
You turned on the radio
Just to hear a sweet voice around you
And instantly,
One of the biggest female pop stars of all time
Appeared before you
She didn't know you
But slowly, she sang her heart out for you

After her first verse
You forgot your man (your woman) left you
Inside your heart, the light was on again
Sadness from darkness was no longer around you...

There!
A glass of wine was on the table next to you
You were laying on your back
As that golden voice was taking you back
back-way back to Mariaville
Hmm!
Look how she gave you back your smile?
I heard you say "Man! This girl is great...
I am her #1 fan"

But today 2006 the superstar became human
She made mistakes that took her down to the dirty land
Where are you?
How quickly....
You forgot how great she made you feel
Do you remember Whitney?
Do you remember that day in your sad, loversville?
But now, why do you crucify?
Just like you did Christ
You gathered all your friends
And you are still making ill comments about her
Why do you rejoyce in her pain?

Oh user fan!
It's so easy to forget
Go on sing the song
"Whitney is a crackhead"
Grab your microphone and mold your savage crowd
Shape your voice & sing the cracked up song
I'm sure that will lift up humanity
I'm sure that will lift up Whitney



Written this morning at 8:30 AM by Fania Simon 06
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End With Your Downs

End With Your Downs

End with your downs
End with your feeling blue
Start to realize
The talents inside of you

See how much we love you
And how you can better get on track
To something much more worthwhile
Where you’ll never have to look on back

Think positive
And work for those in need
Where you can blossom to your potential
Away from vice and greed

Look on to the future
And know we can get it right
Move on to self-fulfillment
Love, live life, see the light

Toast to the new beginning
Slainte, cheers for many a year
Have fun, laugh and travel
Move on up to a faster gear

Let your hair down and fly off to Australia
Plan it within your agenda for living life
Think of how you can help us build a better future
For the kids, the discriminated, for those in grief and strife

From: (c)2006 BIG LOVE VIRUS

Do You Know Biko?

Do You Know Biko?
We know that Biko did go
Down into the valley of the shadow of death,
To search for life

Biko faced fear with unconscious abandon.
Came through the struggle with conscious thoughts
Stepped in an opaque blackness
Death was the constant reminder that the struggle would be
Not for the weak or timid.

To remove the veil and seek truth outside
The comfortable confines of accepting a false reality.
Places life in a tedious balance
That threatens the status quo above and below.
Absolute truth turns on a light
That transcends man's capacity for cruelty.
Truth is just like what Bob says about music,
Fear can only exist when compliancy gives life

A false sense of security.
To search for truth removes all unconscious
Thoughts of inadequate manhood,
That haunts the unconscious mind.
To know who you really are creates an inner strength
That nullifies the cruel methods implemented
Against the unconscious mind

Out of the shadows
Biko searched for truth and developed a path
So, to know Biko is to embrace,
"Black Consciousness"


©2006 Patrick F. Suttle

Tomorrow Comes

Tomorrow Comes

Sitting alone, contemplating this solitary existence
My mind expands as I grapple with issues I can't contend
Taking on life one day at a time
Reach for reality or something that seems familiar
Moving forward in a fog trying to find my way
Slipping into darkness surrounded by pain and guilt
Surviving all the madness for reasons unknown
Dreaming of tomorrow and maybe better days to come

Close my eyes to hide my soul
Shield my heart to let know one in
And the vicious cycle continues
As night gives away to another dawn

©2006 By Patrick F. Suttle

This Backward Blowing Wind

This backward blowing wind,

it's blows so funny,

get's into eyes so,

people see what they want to see.

So stay true to yourself,

is the best remedy,

I am "exactly" what,

I "pretend" to be.

(c)EYE~RA/ira-lee 2006
Response to Fania Simon's Poem "The Wind is Blowing Backward"

Unmarked Stones

While a man polishes his Cadillac
Angrily swatting at flies
A child does the same on the ground
Trying to keep them off her last bite
What is anger
Compared to the treasure of a crumb?

Horns honk
In the cement jungle
As they all race to meet their televisions
While a world away
A tiny heart races
Trying to pump blood
That is scarcely there
She will not last long enough
To walk upright even once
As all us humans do
Instead her soul will drift away
Like an unwanted boat

If a man falls on Wall Street
Soldiers of the city
rush to his aid
So why do we watch alongside
As our babies line dirt roads
How are they less human
Because they can’t produce big numbers in a row?
Because they already DO
As millions of bodies
Lying under unmarked stones!

© 2006 Kat

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Katrina is Choking Me:MOrning of September 14, 2004

Sometimes I wonder
Is it better to speak louder than thunder?
Or burry my voice six feet under
O how simply they fail to remember
In their eyes,
We are children without mother
But "who gave birth to this?"
I wonder....
Before Katrina
We met her sister
Jeanne, was our serial killer

In my village
She took young and the old souls
I’m told…
“Lined them up before the globe.”
But the globe's warmth went cold
Who’s bold enough—
To bring back aged verses
From Jeanne's tears?

Fragments of life
Flying in thin air
Young souls are leaving earth
Fast as the unpolluted atmosphere
Our shacks dived beneath water
In her savage tears,
Trees grew wings…

There was no helicopter
There was no CNN
There was no dorm -for cover
All I heard was…
Red Cross passing
But there was no road
To snatch the living
Lord!
Who came to rescue us
From this savage killing!

Women stretched their hands to the vacant space
As the children fought for their last breath
But Jeanne, our sniper
Took it all away to rest
I see the strongest man drift on
There was no boat...
Who can cleanse Jeanne's sins away?
Thus, I wonder,
Is it better to speak louder than thunder
Or, burry my voice six feet under?

Speak up!

All I ask for is a Jeanne clap?
Do You Care
About
Our
Haitian
Plea?

That night, we died
But
no
one
cried
(c)2006 Written by Fania Simon
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SEEDS

SEEDS

Oaks, elms and aspens
Flowers, grass and weeds
Thriving in light and warmth
All starting out as seeds
All achieving identities
By virtue of their fruits
All tempered from a source
Encoded in hidden roots

Princes, paupers and presidents
Prostitutes, pimps and queens
Flora/fauna’s finale
Fruit of human seeds
As every meter ever measure
Is part of someone’s mile
Every man and every woman
Once was someone’s child

And we who plow the fields –
What good is there to say?
When thousand of children worldwide
Die from hunger every day
If we could kill hatred, war and greed
Perhaps our children would not bleed
And we could meet their modern needs
By teaching our seeds to read

Instead, we mortgage the future
And dishonor the past
We condemn our seeds to
A wasteland, terribly dry and vast
Until one day our seeds gaze upon
Mountains of dust in Oregon
And swirling dunes of hostile sand
Were once ran the River Amazon

In the garden of Humanity
Our children are the Fruit
Our teachings are the nourishment
Our heritage is our roots
Wee need to be more positive
Stop complaining about the weeds
Just mind the field your plowing
And love your precious seeds

© 2006 Jahaka Mindstorm

LETTING GO

You know, some things in life just astound me.
Like how much evil can lie in humanity.
Men infiltrating minds and bodies.
Taking what they want with so much ease.
Perpetrators
Violators
Victim makers
Innocence takers.
If you could see on my face the look of disgust
You'd realise there are still men in this world you can trust.
But it’s ok.
I know you say
The only thing in life now is mistrust.
Can you ever heal to have your own thoughts of lust?
When contact comes across as so violent
All because of some damn tyrant.
Future love affected,
Your soul dejected.
As a man, I'm trying to understand what this has done to you.
I want you to know that I am true.
It matters to me.
I want you to see,
That not all men are about abuse,
Or just seeing you as a body to use.
I've got time to wait while you heal,
But if you need help, know I feel
The same anger and hate
At these fuckers who rape.
Remember its not you who should be having the guilt trip
No matter what anyone says, don't carry a chip.
Whatever blame, anyone puts your way,
Know it’s your right to send that away.
It’s hard to write such graphics with my pen,
But remember it was him, who forced your legs open,
Whether through violent action
Or mental intimidation.
Nothing you could do in the world to stop it,
So let it go now, its time to drop it.
Don't let the pain in your soul own you.
He's gone now. Don't let him control you.
Love yourself like no other
You are your best friend and lover.
No time to punish yourself,
its time to love your own wealth
Lying deep in your soul.
Your innocence that you think he stole
Is still there. It wasn't his to take.
He violated your body; don't let your heart break
from a body thief. And anyone making you feel bad,
…Don't let them make you sad
Cos they're caught up in life’s bullshit.
They're as guilty as the man that hit.
If they're giving you any blame,
You know in your heart that's lame.
So rise above any social stigmas
And know my heart is standing tall with ya.
I wanna show you as a friend
You can... trust men again.

Written by Slo aka Rites Rhymes
Copyright Rites Rhymes 2006

From Cubs to Lioness...

From Cubs to Lioness…
(Kat and Fania)

Together we will start our trek
As two small hands clasped
We need not our mothers breast
To gain life and inner strength

We need not our father’s knee
For every answer that we seek
We only need look skyward
For His enveloping sea

Take my hand as I take yours
Let’s take our last weak breath
And hold it just long enough
To take that first free step!

The journey will be long
It’s road lined with snakes
But we must keep walking
We must map our Fate!!

(c)2006 Kat (REAL in a FAKE WORLD)

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PLEASE DON'T FEED ME YOUR HUMAN WAYS!

PLEASE DON'T FEED ME YOUR HUMAN WAYS

SHOW OFF YOUR POWER & RELEASE ME
IF I FALL IN THE DEEP WATERS WILL YOU COME FOR ME?
WILL YOU SQUEEZE YOUR NOSTRILS
REJECT AIR AND COME FOR ME?

WHAT IS LIFE IF I AM NOT FREE?
DEATH IS DARK
BUT ON THE OTHER SIDE
I SEE LIGHT FROM DARK

YOU shed tears FOR LIFE
BUT I SMILE FOR DEATH

CROSS THE LINE
AND SEE BEHIND YOUR HUMAN WAYS

YOUR POWER STOPS HERE!

(c)2006 Fania Simon (Yesayah)
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“Mama Be Right Back”…

Re: AIDS Plague…


Mother,…

Your children destroy themselves…

As if contemplated isolation…

Was whose idea?…

Yet, the loins of lustful living…

Is giving birth to death by scores…

And in this neighborhood…

There are no band-aids…

For our gangrenous sores…

Your wayward bastards seem…

To fair pretty well…

Yet, you are pregnant again…

With another affliction in your womb to swell….

Our neighbors are still talking…

But, they just keep right on walking…

After consequential births…

The affliction takes to the root…

Prevention by the tons?…

Help from other Mother’s sons?…

At this time, to far too many…

It just seems moot….

But, Mama Be Right Back…

©Written by Ty



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My Second Hand Information

Second Hand Information

Im tired of that
Second hand
Third hand
Fourth hand
Information

Im tired of being
too nice
too mean
too tall
too short
too light
too dark
too rebellious
too passive
too bold
too cold
Im tired of it all

Where is the referee of life?
Where can I find
A planet that is
Pure as gold,
Original
And rational?
Why do they say they know God
But when I say -God- in Arabic
They all get sick?
O God! Im tired of it all!

So Friends
Just teach me
So I can teach you
Look!
I have that
Second hand
Third hand
Fourth hand
Fifth hand
Information
Just like our teachers
The more I learn
The more I understand
That I know nothing!

Oh God!
Im just tired of it all

(c)Fania Simon 04

Incredible

Incredible

They try to keep me down
as though I can't get off the ground
Take flight
but don’t fright
Cuz what I have in store
is love galore
NO revenge, NO hate
just being true to the words I state
Feeding off their negativity
Fueling my longevity
Passing on to my youth prosperity
Breaking their locks, Breaking the chains
Taking my claim
What JAH JAH Blessed me with…
Is just too great…
Majestic is His name
So I must give praise
Many doubted my intelligence
Or should I say intellect
Thought I couldn't maintain?
Just check your mainframe
and realize the inevitable
Jah is incredible
that’s why I’m incredible.

(c)written by Helen 2006

GENDERED AFFLICTION

Over 12000 reports every year.
Careful hun, it could happen to you my dear.
I read that today, thought it was a worldwide figure.
No, that’s just in the UK my sister.
And only a small number are actually reported, wow
What is it that I’m soap boxing about now?
If I tell you that convictions are only at a 6 percent rate,
Understand, I’m telling you about this gross act called rape.

Check that once more. Makes me frown,
6 out of every 100 of the 12k reported get sent down.
This is some heavy shit to womanhood,
I hate to think then how much goes on in other neighbourhoods.
Bosnia and the Congo, two places to fret on
Where rape became a military weapon.
No counselling. No criminal prosecution
For these fukkas – should lose their balls to electrocution.
Lack of respect for a worldwide sisterhood,
That blesses this planet with the grace of motherhood.

It’s ok though.
Half of them had it coming bro.
Showing that thong
You know that turns me on.
Sexy from head to toe,
Some of them even going commando.
She led me upto her room
Just wanted her koochie to consume.
It was there on a plate,
It was such a hot date.
Man she was gagging for it,
Then she suddenly went all cold and shit.
So I took it anyway, by then it was mine.
I knew she really wanted it, just liked a rough time.
As I readied myself all good to the go,
She was just kidding right, when she said no?

Stop the fuck, fucker. No is no, you know.
No woman in the world is a bitch or a ho.
Zip it up, take a cold shower,
If you have to, use your hand, give it some power.
It’s a person that’s wholesome
Not just for you a hole son.
It don’t matter how much she led you on,
Even if she put your damn rubber on…
The minutes she says stop it
You check it.
Or else no difference between you and the soldier,
Who’s violating some girl, pushing down on her shoulders!
That’s also abuse of body and mind
Think also of other things caught up in this bind.
A pregnancy
HIV.
All cos he couldn’t control his testosterone.
He wanted a dog to satisfy his bone.
Couldn’t find a volunteer to take his need away.
What the hell! The fukka took it anyway.

Written by Slo aka Rites Rhymes
Copyright Rites Rhymes 2006

Unafraid of the Storm: Letter To My Sista

Stormy weather...

Tears are running down my face
As I read your letter
Through your words
I see spirits popping
Like dry poppy seeds
Blooming into sunflowers
I shake my head
Because...
Hmmm!
You are my kind of sista

The storm came
And it gave birth to pain
The storm came
But you are carrying the blame?
O I shake my head again
Hmm!
You are my kind of sista

I see a shadow of you
She's unafraid of this stormy weather
I see a shadow of you
She is dancing in the windy weather
She is not afraid of this nasty rain!
So take off that painful sweater
'Cause over there
I see the real you laughing --
Youre dancing
In that Orchid garden
Again...
In the spirit,
Hmm!
You are my kind of sista

Don't fret. Sit near me.
Let me pull up the weeds
Let me pull up the thorns
Let me pull up the strength
Lean on me sista!
We will win!
You are my kind of sista

Written by fania simon/yesayah 2006
Artwork by W. Henry Eccleston

Sis, your message inspired this poem.
My heart bleeds for everything you had to go through.
Life is molding us to win. I promise sista, we will win.

Love ya!
Yesayah (fania simon)

SAY IT LOUD."NO MEANS NO!"