They shewed me and Behold the Lord stood upon a wall made by a plumb line, with a plumb line in his hand. And he said unto me, Amos what seest thou, I said a plumb line, then the Lord said, behold I shall place a plumb line a midst my people Israel, I shall not again by them anymore. Amos Ch 7 verse 7 & 8 (Keep this verse in mind I shall revisit it)


First and foremost I want to thank all of you who show love and support the things I write, and I have a few things in the making that shall be eye opening and will make an impact I hope. But beyond that, those who know me the most know this shit comes from the top of my head but is fueled by my heart, so keep supporting and I do not forget anyone who showed appreciation or helped me in the smallest ways, I figured I’d just tell yaw that first.


I stand upon the Nile rive of thoughts from the heart, Walking upon its banks hoping for something to appear without searching, Not realizing there is so much I can receive if I just work for it, But still keep faith within my hopes, But live it through my actions.


There is a crisis within the journey of exploration from the mind and heart derived in the tunnels of awareness and the estuaries of the five human senses, caught up in the body of civilization, sparked by the ignorance of reality.


I can open my eyes to the dreams, which appear, in my head on the canvas of artistic woes and political struggles, which I endure on a daily day, or I can sit back, play the victim and complain about it rather than do something. I firmly believe that the world is filled with too many victims, not in the sense of people who have to endure unfortunate events. But in the sense that people rather sit comfortably leaving themselves open in a manner against their best interest, which makes them victims. But not victims of this society, victims of their own thoughts, in now way or form am I saying that I think positively all the time or just have faith in every situation. But I am saying that as an African American male or Black male (according to the race in which human beings created) recognizes the situation and unfortunate position in which I was born. I come from a poor family, was raised in poverty, and endure racism, bias, or misjudgment every single day. At one point hope can seem like something dreamy or farfetched, beyond my reach, the reality is that I will fall into the same social pattern and structure as my family history and endure the same problems. But I dared to dream and see the reality in front of me and understand the nature of my situation to put myself in a position to break through the pattern of my family history.


People we are at war with the moral lessons and dogma of history in which our civilization has been founded and built.


I learned from the actions of others and observed everything surrounding me. I seen the downfalls and endured the downfalls of not realizing the intellectual capability possessed in something like hope. Meaning that my thoughts at probably 8 years old, when I was


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