Neo-Slave
Category: Writing and Poetry

Neo-Slave

A slave was born

once upon a time

today

to breed green babies

for corporate America

no shackles on these feet

but their invisibility

no mystery

to me

when

my only goal is

to make it to work on payday

smile in the massas face

not realizing that

now

my race

            inconsequential

than green fundamental

to the existence of a structure

that confines us

denies us

true freedom

from them up there

and us down here

squabblin over good

and bad hair

with the

black SLAVE

thats sittin next to the

brown SLAVE

thats sitting next to the

yellow SLAVE

thats sittin next to the

red SLAVE

thats sittin next to the

white SLAVE

thats sittin next to me

yet always a slave

            as loooooong as we get paid

to sell ourselves on interview

auction blocks

            exploited for  our labor

layer upon layer

of divide and conquer

confusion

our dilusion

dodgin slaves at collection agencies

that could give a fuck about sympathy

cause they too

have mouths to feed

still

the gap widens

between the proletariat

and bourgeoisie

caught in a hierarchy

that breeds

inequality

we wave college degrees

while our minds are being raped

by technology

and us slaves

LOOOOOVE

to talk shit

talk about

brown

shit

purple-blue black

shit

yellow

shit

immigrant

shit

and foreign

shit

but wont talk

shit

about forty percent

of our dollars going to

uncle sam

forty percent of our

cheese

            motherfuckas

dont say please

but if you be

a good slave

youll pump green babies

from your flesh

like the cotton gin

then

            then

                        then

youll get a tax break

            the reward

for a house nigga

who willingly takes it

up the ass

yeah slaves talk shit

            but sleep on revolution

complain

            but ignorant to the mental pollution

of the globe

do not know

that we aint spose

to discover

that america can express

yoself to the soup line

where youll rediscover

that the presidents true hoe

like james brown

            down on knees

is you and me

a numerical majority

we sitting back like we the minority

givin head to the bourgeoisie

like Monica Lewinsky

caught in a structure

that can not function

without inequality

and crime

but we passively do the

time

just waiting

to party

like its 1999

round n round it goes

yet the politically impotent

do not know

            cant see

that the paper is the overseer

and the neo-slaves

you and me

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Knowledge

Knowledge

The world is caught in my throat

the shit of life coats my feet as

I trudge through the day

sifting through the knowledge

that momma raised me to strive for

but it is caught in my throat

like the transparent bone of

seasoned red snapper

it chokes me

I need to spit it out

It disgusts me

like the ball of phlegm

that drained down from my nose

gathering momentum before it

plummets into my throat

waves of knowledge contaminate my thinking

clarity taken over by confusion

radio waves, micro waves, and all them other waves

enable me to exist

while stifling my existence

I eat of the tree of life daily

but the knowledge of Good & Evil disturbs me

yet like a man I cant live with it

cant live without it

trapped in a revolving circle

spinning my feet, flipping the pages,

rewinding the tapes

getting somewhere, then knowhere, then somewhere again

I light a cigarette

I inhale the smoke

hoping it will clear the mass in my throat

it collects the remnants of the mass

it wells gathering momentum

like a tornado bent on destruction

I exhale a piece of the knowledge that confines me

it relieves me but contaminates the air

then re-infects me with my next breath

I can not escape it

I hate it

I love it

I need it

but its still caught in my throat

and the shit is still on my feet.

-bluerayne

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New Day
Category: Writing and Poetry

As I rise to face the new day, I feel a tremendous amount of excitement.  Yesterday has passed away and I find myself in that gap between then and now, where nothingness exists which is everything all at once.  I bend back within myself, that point between A and B where time collapses.  I feel as though, at this moment, I could spontaneously combust.  Maybe I'm at that 6th week or so point in which they say the body's skin reproduces itself anew.  Perhaps a layer of skin was left lingering in hotel bed sheets while I slumbered - waiting to be recycled back to mother earth - where power is increased.

Perhaps we are all reborn daily, if we only had the vision to see the subtle changes that each day brings.  My wish for you today (and every day) is that you realize your own power, embrace the light that shines within you, and live in the gap where time does not exist.  That space where you are forgiven by and move beyond the past - living fully in the present.  That space where nothing nor anyone can upset you because you recognize that each one of us in our perceived imperfection is a reflexion of infinite perfection.  We are spiritual beings having an experience in the flesh.  So don't take it too seriously.  Love each other...Spread the light of Christ...Just be.

ONE LOVE

bluerayne

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