LONGING Longing for the sunshine, Three hundred and sixty-five days a year. Tired of the cold winter wind, Drying and itching this Black Skin. Want to feel the rays of the Caribbean Sun, Penetrating and stimulating this Melanin Skin. I'm tired of dreaming of warm summer nights, While freezing under the winter moonlight. Want to stand on the beach, With the burning sand beneath My feet, Tempting Me to take a swim in the big blue sea. Ready to return to a place where the air is fresh And clean, where I can enjoy the sounds in The dew filled air: song birds singing, cocks crowing, Dogs barking. A place where I can rise early, to Smile with the Rising Sun, to Give Thanks And Praise To The ALL MIGHTY ONE. David L. Weeks - conqlion@hotmail.com +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ YOU ARE MY BLACK WOMAN You are My strength, My Black Woman. Without You, weakness destroys My spirit. Your natural divinity brings out the Fullness of My being. Separated We are Incomplete, united We are Gods and Goddesses. I am Your Man, You are My Black Woman. You are My Mother, My Black Woman. Your presence is imperative for My existence To be. Co-creator You are, and the wisest of All teachers; I can only dream to be like You. You were ordained by GOD to care for and Nourish Me, that I may fulfill My destiny. I am Your Son, You are My Black Woman. You are My Sister, My Black Woman. The most beautiful woman to Me. The strongest of all beings, I bow in honor To You. The sands of time has come and gone, Yet You have stood that I may not fall. Yet, with all Your strength and beauty, I must Still stand to protect Your femininity. I am Your Brother, You are My Black Woman. You are My Black Woman, The One that understands Me. I lift You up on a mountain high, For all the world to see who strengthens Me. David L. Weeks - conqlion@hotmail.com +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ ONE MOMENT If Only For One Moment I Would Like For You To Be Mine For Us To Belong To Each Other To Take Your Hands In My Hands Make Our Union Divine I Want To Lye Next To You To Feel Your Energy And For You To Feel Mine To Shiver In Ecstasy As We Touch Experience The Pleasures Of One Another For One Moment In Time I Would Like To Feel Your Body Pressing Against Mine To Hold You In My Arms To Know And To Love Everything About You I Want To Make Love To You Mentally Spiritually And Physically To Experience All That Is You For You To Experience All Of Me If Only For One Moment In Time I Would Like To Taste Your Sweetness Your Black Sweetness To Get High High From The Smell Of Your Black Aroma Black Juices The Taste Of Sweet Nectar I Take A Sip Of You You Take A Sip Of Me Open Wide Your Pearl Gates Lower Your Golden Bridge Let Me Enter Your Heaven You Can Sit On My Throne And Feel The Power Of My Golden Scepter You Can Rule My Kingdom Take Full Control Feel The Warmth Of My Liquid Essence Feel My Joy Feel My Spirit Oh Yes For Just One Moment In Time Let Us Satisfy Our Primal Needs On A Higher Level Let Us Share With Each Other The Sacredness Of Making Love David L. Weeks - conqlion@hotmail.com +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ CAN NO LONGER HOLD OUR PEACE We were captured in the innerlands And taken to the edge of the sea; With chains around Our ankles and necks We traveled from point A to point B. With all roads leading to the west, We Journeyed towards the white man's destiny. We Can No Longer Hold Our Peace! Packed in the holes of ships and made Lower than beasts, We were headed to Anchor in the west. Sailing across the Atlantic and suffering at sea, some of Us Made it, and some of Us jumped ship, but Billions of Us didn't make it. We Can No Longer Hold Our Peace! Stolen from Afrika Our Motherland, the White man had to continue his evil plan. He stripped Our Names from Our Spirits, Ripped Our Culture from Our Souls, and Drained Our-Story from Our Veins. They Then destroyed Our Black Family taking Away Our Afrikan Nationality. We Can No Longer Hold Our Peace! They worked Us so hard from can't see In the Morning to can't see at night, Slowly chipping away at the bond between My Brother and Me. We ran like hell to Escape from hell, but everywhere We went We ended up in the same old hell. We Can No Longer Hold Our Peace! The emancipation proclamation was Supposedly written for Us, but it was Only a lie, just a political strategy. We have fought in every war throughout America's history and what the hell have They done for Us But kept Us in mental Slavery; what the hell have they done for Us but set their dogs on Us; what the hell Have they done for Us but assassinate Martin And Malcolm; what the hell have they done For Us but turned Brothers against Brothers And Sisters against sisters...; what the hell Have they done for Us but continue to Miseducate Us; what the hell have they done For Us? We Can No Longer Hold Our Peace! David L. Weeks - conqlion@hotmail.com +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ MAN IN THE HILLS The Man standing on the hill, dwelling in the peacefulness Of the countryside, looks towards the city. He sees His People with no chains around Their feet, but Still they're not free. He sees His People in the bondage of drugs, alcohol, ignorance, Poverty,... He sits and meditates with the wind, teaching Himself to become One with nature, that He may increase His Overstanding Of THE CREATOR. Trying to live Righteously He strives to do the things that are Right, and not judging others actions right or wrong. As He sits by the still waters, He tries to envision the Glory Of His Ancestor's Land. Knowing the impossibility of living in The past, He seeks an answer for His Peoples present situation Through the Truths found in His Peoples True-story. Through The Earth He nourishes His Physical Being; He cooks up An Ital or Bubbles a Yaba Pot. He smokes Ganja and gets High, most people can't understand why. Taking a sip from a Chalice then passing it to His brethren, He Gathers with Them in a Groundation, giving attentive Ears To The Elders. He sings Reggae Music and chants Rasta Music; goes to the river Or ocean to wash His Dreads; greets His Sisthren and Brethren, Princess, Queen, Mother Afrika, Roots,Yes I, RasTafarI. Dreaming of World Solidarity, He knows it will never become a Reality until His People Come Together In True Unity. He is forever speaking of Zion, always giving Thanks and Praises To THE MOST HIGH, JAH RASTAFARI. Beating His Niyabingi Drums, He chants, "Death To All Black And White Oppressors." He lets The Locks Of His Hair GROW, Displaying the mark of a Nazarite. He vows to separate Himself Unto THE CREATOR, that He may do the Will of THE CREATOR, and Live in accord with THE CREATOR. David L. Weeks - conqlion@hotmail.com +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ MIRAGE IN THE SKY Everyone is looking to Heaven for The answer, but they are looking for Heaven in the wrong place. They Are waiting for a Man to fall from The sky; they are watching for a Mirage In The Sky. Everyone is on a journey trying to Get to Heaven, but they are traveling Towards the land of milk and honey. They are dreaming of building a kingdom in the sky; they are seeking a Mirage In The Sky. Everyone wants to go to Heaven to live Their life there after, but they are all Quick sprinters running a losing race. They are all wondering how high they'll Be able to fly; they are hoping for a Mirage In The Sky. No one can wait to reach Heavens gate, But when they get there they'll be too late; It was only a Mirage In The Sky. No one can wait to walk those streets of gold, But when they take a step they'll fall in a hole; It was only a Mirage In The Sky. David L. 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