cupid
dare not shoot
your arrows
my heart
has
been pierced
into darkness
but I can
smell
your fragrance
tempting me
with distracting
smiles and sweet
nothingness
cupid you evil
villain of the heart
disguised
in innocent attire
you rob
the soul
of sleep
and cause
the imagination
to run amok
in madness
inspiring poems
of eternal bliss
meantime
uncertainty
prevails
the innocent
maiden who
falls victim
of your arrow's
head...
do not take
my hope
and
turn it into
tears again
stay
cupid
far and dare
not come
too near
for i fear
your presence
is the end
of my sanity
drive me into
the abyss
of no
reality..
where laughter
buries common
sense
and  the
future a
twist of fate's
follies

Modern slavery is very subtle and sophisticated.

Our government uses Industrial Psychologist to help shape things in the world we live in...Industrial psychology is another fancy word to mean manipulation psychology.

Here's how it's broken down step by step. If anyone doubts my statements...do feel free to do the research;

1. Make sure that minority groups develop no positive self image...this way they don't inspire to do better or aim for what might appear to be positive life-fulfilling goals. This is done a number of ways:

reinforce the negative stereotypes...thugs and drug dealer images...both in music and movies. Don't allow too many positive representations to leak out, otherwise kids might get the idea they too can succeed and grow up to be anything worthwhile 

Make sure folks like Obama, Oprah are only a handful in the eyes of kids...focus on gangster rap and slutty momma images..but don't bother to focus on jazz and other genres that are too culturally stimulating; also don't focus on the many inventions and positive contributions black folks had made, you can't afford to have kids feel proud or positive

keep white and black folks divided by reinforcing negative information...continue to make white folks afraid and intimidated by blacks...and make sure whites continue to be portrayed as enemies as well by making them look like they have more money then they do. Keeping folks apart will ensure that unity doesn't happen.

www.huppi.com/kangaroo/L-...areblack.htm

2. educate them as little as possible...they can't afford to have information and intelligence stimulated.

Make sure classrooms are so crowed that good teachers get too frustrated to teach.

Keeping kids from learning, means kids don't learn they don't earn they either go to the military or sell drugs

keep information on grants on various programs and opportunities away from too many eyes...this way folks don't take advantage of opportunities and continue to remain impoverished

3. make drugs easily available. keep people numb and inactive in their lives

Make sure you don't arrest drug dealers too often, however make sure occasional arrest are made so folks don't get suspicious.

stop funding drug programs so only a few counselors will be able to do their job since they will be over-worked and underpaid. counselors will focus more on paperwork and less on clinical issues, since the regulations have tons of additional paper for therapist to fill...make sure you tell the therapist the insurance companies require all this information they will never read.

4 Make sure to preach poverty is a virtue. Preachers preach that god will provide...this way folks don't feel so badly about their economic status and therefore not push the issue. This way the rich have no competition and the minority group is easily controlled

5 Make sure to keep things falling apart and don't improve the environment...this way people continue to feel like shit about themselves. If you collect the garbage too often and make a place look clean, a person might feel better...make sure there aren't too many garbage cans...this way folks are forced to throw the garbage on the floor...make them feel like dirt and soon this is all they expect out of life.



Modern day slavery is simple...poverty. You can't do much when you are poor.

I had a truly strange dream week.

First all week I've been dreaming of being involved with a man I have yet to meet.,.., apparently he lives in another country. For 3 nights in a row I dreamt of the same man. On the 3rd night I dreamt I was married to him. ok..I saw what he looks like vaguely...he's tall  (well taller then me) greyish short hair, light skin, good body (not perfect, just right..nice legs and arms). In all the dreams he was kissing me passionally...I tell you dreams like these who needs the movies.

Now I took a nap...and I dreamt I was dying. I was getting ready for my death. I had selected a new female baby to be born into...and as I waited to die in the dream I was recalling my entire life...the things I liked, would miss and won't miss. I found myself crying in the dream and thinking,...wow time truly moves quickly...its like the years flew by and now I get to die AGAIN and do it AGAIN. I was upset by the fact I didn't take advantage of the time I had left and basically wasted my time waiting to die. Then I felt myself struggling to breathe...I could feel myself fighting to hold on, but then decided it made no sense since I was coming back anyway.

i loved you
before
I met you
you made
me smile
as you arrived...
your words
inspire my
imagination
to create
the prefect man
in everyone
I met before
you
my heart
has rehearsed
a million
lines of romance
and broken
a million times
as hard
all preparing
for your arrival
how
do I love thee
I shall sample
the many
and keep
the few
scars
of those
passing through
until you
arrive

as I get older...I'm amazed how my body changes without a clock to guide it.

In tune with nature, my body goes with the seasons... I'll admit when I move slower I do get slightly sad because I realise my youth has diminished a bit. But then I realise it also means I've been around. As i slow down, I am forced to take my time more, which isn't bad either.

I don't have a lot of personal secrets. Most of my secrets are other people's. Which means I don't share or tell what others tell me.

Many times friends or people tell me a secret and I keep it so well, that later on then retell me the secret not realizing they already told me the secret once before. In other words I'm so good at keeping a secret that even the person who tells me the secret won't know if they told me or not...lol

first scent of ink
to express my thoughts

and so it begins