What is it to have eyes but cannot see,
Ears but cannot hear,
A brain but cannot think,
A nose but cannot smell,
A mouth but cannot speak,
A tongue but cannot taste,
Hands but cannot touch,
A heart but cannot feel......

You can't come to your senses when you are senseless.
Its kinda like being placed in a war blindfolded and left to fight defenseless.
You cant see them when they are coming,
And you dont know where you're going.
You are Slumbering and Unaware that you are existing in a state of being Unconscious,
While The Most High Is Declaring his presence Among us
Once you Awaken to the truth your senses will become active.
Your soul and vibes become attractive
Will Ignorance continue to hold you Captive.
Or will Choose The Divine Authentic Truth That's life changing, Powerful, and massive.

One  must learn from the mistakes no matter how long it takes.
I once use to tell myself that i was always the one to blame.
Man that use to drive me insane.
Crying out to The Most High Screaming and shouting his name.
Taking Beatings from feeling guilty hurt and shame.
like my heart was the target and Everyone had an perfect aim.
Stomp on used and abused by everyone I opened up to that came.
But everytime I got played like a video game.
So One day I desired to smoke me some mary jane.
I wanted so badly to drown my sorrow with her frame.
Just to numbing the pain Like novicane.
Until I was left with nothing but brokeness, stupidity, and a blind fool who was lame.
Negative Nancy Is whom I became.
The tears kept falling but yet I couldnt began to explain.
I felt stuck like my I was living my life in vain.
Like a house fire I was inflamed
How do you put out a fires flame?
Its by dancing in the rain.
Im telling you is a refreshing experience It was almost like It washed away the ***** stain.
Went in the storm muddy but came out of it never to be the same.
Thru the pain It was strength I've gain. 
The trails, tribulations, the hurricanes, storms and tornadoes I overcame.
Thru Yah I was able to Say Its Victory that I proclaim.
I pray that helps whip you into shape.
I guess I just needed my earth to quake.
Expose the fake that slithering among me as snakes.
We are human beloved sometimes We are do not bake  like the perfection of a bakerys cake.
So unfortunately sometimes our hearts do break.
But you are still A SUPERWOMAN even if you dont wear a cape.
Dont let this heartbreak be your way of drowning in a kryptonite lake.
Arise, and mediate,
All the bad vibes shake, shake, shake!
you have to Remember is that each breathe we take is way of escape.
I pray That you come out fruitful like a vine of ripen grapes.
From my heart to yours my beloved Agape

Dear Black Men,
They have been throwing you away like a trash can.
Never to Understand
That you have value, and for your life God has designed a plan.
So Here I am with you, Side by side I place my hands, in your rough, calloused, laboring hands.
Merging together in solidarity just as a musical band.
As you are Always being placed under Servere Scrutiny
At this moment I stand with you declaring that we start speaking the healing language of unity.
Or This will be The End of Our Community.
Before our Village becomes Extinct
within a moments notice like the eyes that blink.
Removing The hate from our heart and brain that have formed into a kink
like the negative thoughts that we think
Overwhelming the mind drowning only to sink.
They are an Important asset to the family  just as the body needs Zinc.
They're An Esstenial Mineral.
Yet you label them as a Criminal, Cynical, Miserable, Pitiful,
A Creature deemed Unforgivable,
But if you look beyond the attributes of the physical
Take a glace At the mental and spiritual temple.
Resting inside is Gods Love that's Unconditional.
Then is when you will see what I see  Indispensable Individuals; Descendents From Israel.
Does the pigment of thier skin disqualifies him as being equal?
Is this Prince of Egypt's Sequel?
Or maybe its the fact that These Men are  Gods Royal people.

And Still you label them a Negros.
But when thier Tribe looks at them we See A heros.
Trying to lead thier people to the mental state of freedom just Moses did In Exodus from Pharoh.
If only it were that simple
To see inside The temple's window
You would see souls so beautiful.
conscious men awoken to what thier mind and innermen has come to know
Or hearts so rare its special.
And Like A super Moon painted on the black sky thier spirits will glow.

They are kings whom are kind and gracious.
Like a lion's Roar thier Words Are Boldy spoken into the atmosphere and Audacious
Their presences is contagious
Their spirit his courageous.

They are men whos wife and children watch intentively and admire.
They are the household provider.
In their minds he sparks a fire
A flame That Inspires.

He's The The soul that lives within.
Their Maghony skin has been dipped into Hersheys Rich Chocolate Melanin
Thier Deep Voice sounds like A roar from Lions Den , Vigorous and Masculine.
They are powerful like strength and of A thousand men.
Thier smile is as bright as the Radient sun warm and Golden.
From what Cloth was these men woven
that such a men of thier statue has not only been called but also chosen.
Theres something they are Beholding
They are just as a campfire in the blackness of the night glowin.

They are men of color
They are the cover for thier lover
They are My brothers from other mothers.

To The Blackwoman they are our
Batmen, Supermen, Ironmen, Tarzan, Patrolmen, repairmen, handymen, guardsmen, Businessmen and Gentlemen.
And We are your support system, your biggest fans.

You all are The craftmanship of The Most High's hand.
Constructed from the dust of the ground on which we stand.
Mixed with breathe of Life created a human being who bare feet ran,
feeling the warmth from the grains of sand, As he Walked among the surface of the land.
Adam, the Earths first black man.

I Wrote this to let you know we value you My Dear Black Man.

I met the devil at his table
and it's true what they say
He wears Prada and makes a toast
We got drunken, the liquor flowed
at the heart of his table
I don't need no permission
to read all his missions

Children are crying
and there is heeded war
Our money is worthless
watch the banks as they sink
as we are the slaves of time

I met the devil at his table
and I don't doubt his mist
of sour recognition of time
We just merried, but as seconds coiled
at the heart of his table
I don't need no permission
to read all his missions

Children are crying
and there is a heeded war
Our money is worthless
watch the banks as they sink
as we are slaves of time

Wake up, Wake up
Take up, Take up
Rise up, Rise up
the battle is yours

I feel that there are times
when I could reach out my hand
and touch my own death.
This causes me no regret or fear
for I have lived in my own way-
Godless and lawless but
with a belief in knowing
what's right and wrong.
So, as my ghostdom awaits me
I shall not tremble in my shoes
I'll greet him with a wink
and my best angelic smile

                                      By Phil Roberts

High above in heaven a prayer heard
A man whose heart feared
God almighty I did wrong he said
Yet to gain pardon my sacrifice not paid
For Iam poor and cannot pay
A sacrifice needs money the elders say
Father in heaven his heart did pain
oh for the love of tis human to gain
To make a sacrifice his child he sent
To know the human pain in earth to spend
A child in a manjor was born
to them in darkness awaiting joyous morn
A sacrifice to our sins God did give
The greatest gift for poor to live
Christmas a time with joy to celebrate
Gifts and toys and rituals humans create
Doth not for poor God as a child born
yet humanity doth make his heart torn
its not gifts that mark the day
its a love of God to humaniny with his life to pay
Joy not in the gifts we do give
joy be found to give the dying a life to live
Not in the feast a christmas sprit found
A smile to them that cry a melody of joy to sound