A DANGEROUS WOMAN

I am a dangerous woman…

Infinitely compassionate and wildly loving.
Softly strong and strongly soft in my ways.
Don’t get too close, you may see dreams come true and wishes appear from thin air.

I am a dangerous woman…

Able to give unconditional love from an endless well within.

Blindingly bright ~ I will continue to shine until the stars fade from the heavens. For God’s sake… Don’t give me your heart, I might show you what it’s for and how to use it.

I am a dangerous woman…

Capable and real.
Genuine and wise.
Whatever you do, don’t tell me your secrets, I will keep them.

I am a dangerous woman…

Gently staunch in my defense of family, friends and home. Crazy in love with my life.

Don’t expose me to your children, I may teach them something of value.

I am a dangerous woman…

Reveling in my sensuality.
Enjoying all the pleasures of being female.
Stay away from me if a lover that is both your equal and your joy is what you seek.

I am all that I am meant to be.
If this means danger then…

I AM a dangerous woman.

~By Jennifer Farley

As The Hymns Go Up

You drive a nice car but the engine is fucked up. Love stays present in your heart while those hymns go up?

It’s a life of Grow up!
Saturday night we Throw up
We hate those unfamiliar to us
Yet the hymns go up?

When the hymns go up
When the hymns go up
Put a bag over his head
When the hymns go up

I love that chair
That throne that’s my own
The hair when they stare
A show of glare
That’s what my heart fares

Telling everybody I’m the Lord’s messiah
With the halo on my head
Do you see my heart’s desire?
Fixing you. Yet I’m cut up
Only you know where your heart is
When the hymns go up…

When the hymns go up
When the hymns go up
Put a bag over his head
When the hymns go up

It’s only a black heart with good intentions
When love’s cradled by the hate
It isn’t what I intended…

Let’s justify an eye to an eye
And presume the heart merely pumps blood
Let’s justify being judgmental this week
Saying God’s on vacation
Let’s turn our eyes onto what’s bleak
Pray on the weak
Suffer them with our speak
Then on a sabbath
It’s Jehova we seek

From high up (in the sky)
Earth is a little dot I see
But when I’m down to (on) earth
The heavens go on to infinity
Aaaaaaah yet the hymns go up
Pull the bag from his while the hymns go up…

If only you’ve got salt in your waters
Can you claim to be swimming with allig’haters
Lucifer’s order = dished out slaughter
Virtual notes by willing waiters…

Freedom of speech…
So let me be a leach

I understand what they preach
So I don’t need practice for what they teach
Let me write a test on the Word
I know truth, from what I’ve heard
“Give me a lie detector for I do not lie”
Then tell me the truth of what in my heart lies.

I’ll set you at ease…

Like… the colour of breeze
You don’t know me. Heard of me. Bred south
Heard me. The words I mouth

But except if you can take God’s temperature
Describe the taste of water
Know what I think
How many times I blink
Bottle the colour of breeze
Make fire freeze
Pin my spirit to a colour. Blue?
Know my dreams from what ‘it seems’
Standing from another galaxy
Tell me what’s true…

You don’t know me.
And I guess… I don’t know you.

REFLEXOLOGY

One of the best and most popular types of head massage is the Indian Head Massage. Many of you have had one – you just didn’t know it! It is a therapeutic massage of the shoulders, neck, scalp & face, without the use of oil, and performed while seated in a chair. Generally speaking, massages of all types are recommended for psychological well being and tension relief. Often, head massages can release emotions and feelings that you didn’t even realize you had.
Here are just some of the many benefits of a head massage:
•Relieves headaches, neck and back pain and generalized tension.
•Increases mobility of joints while also improving circulation. Improved circulation lifts energy levels, which improve concentration.
•Gives a sense of general well being and peacefulness
•Promotes and stimulates lymphatic drainage, thereby helping to boost the immune system and remove toxins
•Head massages reach all of the body’s energy centers where tension accumulates, including the top of the head, base of the skull, neck and shoulders, jaw, forehead and temples.
•Releases pent up emotions and help you to recognize trigger points so as to better deal with negative situations.

Indian Head Massage is the ultimate therapeutic and most popular massage of the head, neck, shoulders & face. This traditional and very effective massage is exceptional for relaxation and stress relief.
Psychologists all over the world recommend head massage for general well being, and the technique is even gaining popularity in places like hair and beauty salons. Head massages have been practiced in ancient India and other Asian countries for over 5000 years. A three times a week ritual in many households, a head massage is given to infants all the way to adulthood.

Today’s work environment often requires us to sit at desks and work on computers for much of the day. Often, when one suffers tight muscles in the neck and shoulders from this type of work environment, a head massage will alleviate those problems.
Another benefit of having an Indian style head massage is that it has similar benefits of reflexology. All of your organs are not only linked to nerves in your feet, but also to the head. When you receive a head massage in this way, your body releases many harmful and degenerative toxins, helping you to avoid illness.

Don’t wait to have a massage as a “treat” for yourself. Think about it like you would any other maintenance routine – incorporate time for head massage just as you would a haircut or putting oil in your car. The best part about a head massage in particular, is it only requires 15-30 minutes of your time, but will reward you indefinitely.

ERB

As I light up the tree that not only brings me closer to me, but closer to the world I see. To uncover the truth with every hit taken, to unwrap the world vividly and give the mental perception meaning.

I smoke to enlighten myself then pass on my knowledge to those who care about the truth and the preservation of their minds.
I speak the content of my mind through word and rhyme. Through speech and line, armed with what I read then write.
Not to hold on to what I know, but to expose my thoughts which might help a seed grow
a life glow
and blind eyes to see more than what their hands hold and what their senses know.
I don’t smoke only to enlighten my own but those who seek word through the herb.
Inhale the Earth then spread mental minerals to enrich their people and arm them with survival skills that schools won’t allow them to learn.

Those who seek healing through green leaves sold by brothers trying to make a living. To provide for their minds and also a comfortable life for their children.

The everyday civilians trying to expand their vision. Seeking to complete their mission but never stop living. Never stop trying to smile while slaving and getting by. Marijuana isn’t a drug 🙂 its a connection to the MOST-HIGH. The Enlightened MIND
The eternal prize.
The eye in eye.

By: Skitz Almakah

Ab-Soul – Nibiru

[Intro]
They trying to tell me that aliens built the pyramids
It’s funny ‘cause they probably did

[Hook]
Fuck I’m doing talking ‘bout pineal glands
Fuck I’m doing talking ‘bout pineal glands
Ancient ways of Sumerians
Ain’t nothing wrong with a righteous man
Uh, this is my Anunnaki flow
Oh, this be my Anunnaki flow
Yo, I got that Anunnaki flow
You are now on Planet X, I’m the God, show your respect
HiiiPower

[Verse 1]
I’m the destroyer, and this is doomsday
360,000 years since I made way
Hey, I hate to be the one to warn ya
Your government knew all along, guess they wasn’t tryna spoil it for ya
Boy oh boy, I’m hot to death, high as my magnetic field
Theologists preach of me but they don’t think I’m really real
All my angels up in here, all my demons up in here
I know who brought you in this world, they will take you out of here
The law of relativity’s cute, I even sunk Atlantis too
NASA on that bullshit, they always cropping out my crew
(Yep) and they be loving the crew (Yep) yea they be loving the crew
I know that you heard about me, bout me way way back in school
Mayan calendars, you went to church, we all know Revelations
You see Porsches, behold of pale horses galloping ‘cross the nation
Watch out for them Seven Seals, I’ll be in the sky
The Euphrates River’s dry so you know it’s real

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
No man knoweth the hour of my return
It’ll be like a thief in the night, make sure your people’s alright
That’s right, the writing’s on the wall
They was only worried about Saddam ‘cause they ain’t have the balls to go against the gods
The only brown dwarf swaggin’
Cross yo sun just like a dragon, the Japanese know what’s happening
They was debating ‘bout Kobe and LeBron
The Bible or the Qur’an, they should’ve been taking cover
They said I’m red but gold is my favorite color
Witnesses agreed, they see me with wings when I hover
Might even make your pole shift when I’m skipping through
My orbit is a bitch on her menstrual
They underminded the prophecy of Daniel
That’s a bummer, now I’m at your doorstep but not for sugar
This that anunnaki flow, Enki and Enlil would love it
Serious as the war in Syria, bitch (?)

[Hook]

[Outro]
Global warming’s a lie, the moon is a satellite
Holographic universe we enter to the light

“Back in the 1950’s – most people weren’t aware of it – but there was a scientific storm in America all through the late ’50’s – about this thing out there in space – it’s because the astronomers were all watching it, and that was back when they weren’t afraid to talk about it…”

Four Cousins for my Forefathers

Pour it in a stream
That leads to rivers,
Then oceans of our descent.
Where the past stays present
In a pool of interconnected nations
That reflects rainbow coloured faces
Linking them to bases
Where they’re helix collectives
Do you know what your genes mean?

I pour out Four Cousins for my forefathers
Looking at my vague reflection
Caramel coloured complexion
Through a translucent glass
That only translates a silhouette of my visage
Fluid as a mirage
Everybody’s pigment in the same range
When drawn on this brown liquor
Red as the sands of Saudi Arabia

Pour Four Cousins for my forefathers
And my Arab brothers who cover their faces
Because eyes are God’s testament
In 7 billion souls, are his graces
Although they don’t walk as if their steps
Are written messages in sands
They don’t work as if they’re co-creators
And God is their hands
They don’t speak as if every word is prayer
And they’re all messiahs and saviors

I AM the world
God is the Universe
Who’s energy is the Cradle of Humankind
We’re safer higher up
As I take a sip of this cup…

Death is our skulls
Not what’s inside of it
If humanity sinks
It’s going to be because we’ve failed to think
And connect links
That hold history
As the first steps rooted in African soil
These aren’t nursery rhymes
Or thumb-sucked shrines.
Or created blinds.
If you want to also get technical
Contest these facts as unbiological
Because what’s more biblical
Than your mom’s umbilical
Cord?
This is ignorance we can no longer afford.

Pour Four Cousins for my Forefathers,
Gods, Earths, Sisters and Brothers,
The Spirits dwelling in these Flesh Covers,
The Tongues that link the languages we utter
The Peacemakers
War Heads out the gutter
The Melanin
Slaves in Kings’ skin
For The Wise that retract
The urge to call our Ancestors bafoons
Before they salute the man’s steps on the moon
To The Souls unafraid to travel their minds
And find in their Hearts,
Diamond Mines.

Ovoid is the Earth
And so is the circle of life
Reason gets clouded
When the road leading the blind to the blind
Is crowded
Kings will stand alone
Only the strong ever inherit the throne
That’s inherent in every bone,
Only realized by minds grown
From sewing the cord of this broken telephone
One Love is the truth that tones
Waves leading up to the oceans
Of all you’ve ever known.

Spill Four Cousins for my forefathers
Who’s blood was spilled for these covers
With sealed eyes in the wombs of our mothers
To prevent the wake to see others
As furlong sisters and brothers
Tied at humanity’s seams
That pumps blood,
Seeping
Through the heart
Of my dreams.

By: Nokuthula ‘Torah’ Thabede

Born Still

Still waters that run deep
Living in euphoria
I was born asleep
Spending my whole life trying to wakeup
Reality, am I ever going to know all my senses?
Letting down all my fences.
It’s a question
Of how willing you are to take a leap
Are we all trying to get something we can’t keep?
Or is it just me
Because they all think they’ve had me
They’ve all bottled the silhouette
That’s all they’ll ever get

How are you trying to end my journey?
By telling me that you love me
I’m living in passing
Where the wind is stagnation’s cousin
Again I will remember
I was born still
With quiet snorms
Never trip my feet – is, I’m still born
In this reality
That I will forget
When freedom begets

*This is poetry written by Nokuthula ‘Torah’ Thabede

White Embrace

White Embrace
There is no Chase
For who said reality is for one to face?
Just in case
There is no time for self discovery
In a thousand lines, she’ll discover me

Power in my Pains
Inserted power in my Veins
Powder for my Pains
When I’m the only one in sane
Her white embrace, lets freedom reign
When tears rain
Ringing in my ear
She opens up my oven
Me I let her govern
Me I let her bake
To a point where fakes shake
Spirits break
For peace’s sake
Heaven is what I search
Outside the four walls of my church
She opened up my temple
Entered me
Serenity.
She gave it to me willingly

No power play
No relay
No delay
No I miss you
No separation
No pain
She made herself a metabolic part of me
The power in my veins
Loving me until it aches
A loyal give and take…

Until I sense anatomic rivalry
A civil war in my body
What makes me will break me
But today is about what she helps me not see
Because if the present is all we have
My loyal fiend has given me peace
Better than Perhaps

No lows, 24/7/365, I’m crouse
Holding me together, she’s the seams in my blouse
She’s the melody I House
The makings of me
She’s shaken off
Who I used to be
Is taken care of

Because if heaven I’ll never see
I’ve already met an angel, who sees the halo in me

*This is poetry written by Nokuthula ‘Torah’ Thabede (written in 3rd person)

The Essence of Beauty – By Thubelihle Nkutha

Resilience to the standard of this world do you have that??

Or are you just another norm, a pretty girl
With a diminutive figure
Charming boys with your charismatic ways…
Why don’t you use to those looks?
Compliment a girl who is less prettier than you
With a less appealing figure
Or would rather insult her about her figure?
You see pretty is a 5 letter word
Usually a substitute if a guy is to lazy to say
Beautiful
But will easily shout out you being hot
If you caught his attraction with your slim weight,
Great smile
But can you expect anyone to call you beautiful?
If your eyes are like Medusa
Turning that Chubby girl’s heart to stone
By the way you looked at her eating that big mac
Something you would never attack
‘Cause of your diminutive figure
See Pretty girl that is all you ever will be.

No guy will spend the time that you do on makeup
Getting to know you
‘Cause of your selfish ways on society
Where is that Resilience you need and desire?
Stop being Medusa
I beg thee
Look up to your mother
Not cause she is 6 Foot 2
But cause she lost her
Diminutive waist
To bring you into this world, Be grateful.

Crucifixion Type Love – by Brent Rice

My biggest prayer is to love her right.

I want to love her like Christ loved the Church, love her like her Father in heaven loves her, love her like the Holy Spirit loves her soul and love her like she was created to be loved but sometimes, sometimes my flesh tries to intimidate me with that kind of love. It’s like my spirit can rise from the depths of this corrupted prison with the voice of Abel screaming that ‘I have not yet loved her to the extent that Christ loves the church” see; I want a crucifixion type love.

Every time I hug her I want my arms to be spread out on the cross and I want to die to my childish ways. And every time I look into her eyes I want a crown of thorns to be placed upon my head so that I will surrender my thought life to her honour. And I want the walls to be taken apart to be nail driven into my feet so that they would lead her with the authority of Moses, see; I want a crucifixion type love. I want my side to be pierced every time that we laugh together so that ill always remember that she is my rib. And every time I sleep and dream of her I want my back to be beaten with a cat o nine tail so that ill always carry her burdens for her. And every time I’m not with her I want to stand before Pilot and stand true to my relationship with her, see, I want those who have seen me to have seen her in me when we are apart. I want a crucifixion type love.

I want a love that will cause dead men to rise. When people gaze on us I want them to know who is this Christ that we speak of. And every time she falls I want to take her in my arms like my cross and carry her up to Calvary. I want men to mark me for not wanting to be like them, for not wanting to squander my love on various women but to have the passion to pour out my love onto one soul for all of eternity. I want a crucifixion type love.

I want a love that was predestined before eternity. I want a love that was birthed in my mother’s womb. I want a love that is willing to give up this world for her. I want a love that is immaculate. I want a love that makes angels wish they were in our shoes. I want a love that will make me pray to God and say who am I that you are mindful of me to bless me with her. I want a crucifixion type love.

I want a love that bleeds purity. I want a love that people will lie on us just to see us split apart. I want a love that will make me run away to a far village build a mansion for you with my bare hands and send you love letters every day reminding you of me, letters that you can keep in a book and spend time reading them every day. I want a love that will make my spirit pray for you. I want a love that will make me walk on water in the middle of the most dangerous storm for you, see; I want a crucifixion type love.

I want a love that my friends will betray me cause of my affection for you. I want a love that after we’re gone that for centuries to come men will aim to follow in our legacy. And every time I rise in the morning I want it to be my cross being raised up right for you, to stand up on the hill of my life and portray a beautiful sacrifice. I want to be placed in the tomb of your heart, the tomb that your mother and father built. I want a love that will rise with all power over adversity. I want a love that people will flock to see if it’s real. I want a crucifixion type love.

I want a love that shows my yearning for you. I want a love that even when we argue I still have a burning passion and desire to be with you. I want a love that heals, the kind of love that covers the wounds that were dug deep by the knives of infidelity and insecurity. I want a love that makes God get up and dance around his throne every time he sets His eyes on us. I want a crucifixion type love.

So, with all of that said…

Lord please give me the strength to love her like you love me. Like the way you didn’t consider being equal with the father, a thing to be grasped, but you came and gave up your throne for the filth of this world, and out of love you serve and in the same way let me serve her unconditionally, infinitely. So, let me man up and quite wasting time playing games and pursue her like you pursue your church because you have chosen me to be entrusted with her heart. So, let me cherish it like a jeweler cherishes a diamond, let me examine it and find out every minute detail about her worth, see, I want to love her

Like Abraham loved Sarah,

Like Isaac loved Rebecca,

Like Jacob loved Rachel,

Like Moses loved Ruth,

Like Solemn loved his queen,

I want a crucifixion type love.

So, into your hands I commend this relationship because I want to love her like you love your church. I want a crucifixion type love.

We All Try

I believe Jehovah Jireh
I believe there’s heaven, I believe in war
I believe a woman’s temple
Gives her the right to choose but baby don’t abort
I believe that marriage isn’t
Between a man and woman but between love and love
And I believe you when you say that you’ve lost all faith
But you must believe in something, something, something
You gotta believe in something, something, something

[Hook]
I still believe in man
A wise one asked me why
Cause I just don’t believe we’re wicked
I know that we sin but I do believe we try
We all try, the girls try, the boys try
Women try, men try, you and I try, try, we all try

[Verse 2]
I don’t believe in time travel
I don’t believe our nation’s flag is on the moon
I don’t believe our lives are simple
And I don’t believe they’re short, this is interlude
I don’t believe my hands are cleanly
Can’t believe that you would let me touch your heart
She didn’t believe me when I said that I lost my faith
You must believe in something, something, something
You gotta believe in something, something, something

[Hook]

Try to believe (just try)