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Rapture Rhyme Reminds Readers of The Maxim
To Thine Own Self Be True
Every Time Someone finds Leaders Who Perplex'em
You Know What to Do
Fools are like losers in The World Cup
Love Shut'em Down...Truth Shut'em Up

Photosynthesis 2 Dog Star Haiku Permanent Seed/Atom Shew (Lamb's Bread of Eternal Life) If One Wants To Know The Truth of Marijuana ...Consider The Source This Poem Will Show It's Proof as Panacea Is Par For The Course Healing of Nations...Medicine For Sin-sick Souls ...That's How Christ Seed Rolls Hail Rastafari Our Siblings Who Pave The Way While Miscreants Rule Glory Adonai Supernatural Feng Shui Jerusalem School Down Up Center North East West South One's Jugdment Proceeds from One's Own Mouth As It Concerns Health Orgasm's 2nd to None Marijuana's Next Both Guarantee Wealth...Are Scary As They Are Fun In Wisdom Pretext Now Truth's The Irrefragable Argument ...Love's The Sole Government Love, Joy, Peace and Elbow Grease by Basic Black Eagle Perfect Sovereign Source of All Souls Haiku Bring It To A Head In You Once Upon A Time Hood Rapture Rhyme Put All Things In Divine Order Dialed In All Thoughts Words and Deeds For All Souls On Akashic Recorder Energy's Neither Destroyed Nor Created 1 Love's Gang Related Basic Black Eagle Sends Cold Chills Up Yo' Spine Or Sets Fire In Yo' Bones Smooth as Ethiopian Honey Wine Extra-low Frequency Tones Red...You Lose Green Money...Black I Win Rapture Rhyme Makonnen Stackin' Treat Ugly Ones as Beautiful Treat Beautiful Ones Ugly as sin Naked Truth Just Threw Monkey Wrench In All Pimp Games Like Bonobo's Twin Game Over! Like General Elongation of Pear Fools Worst Nightmare Treat Discarnate Souls as Nobles ...Incarnate Souls as Maternal Twin As Water Seeks It's Own Level So Life For All Earthling's A Win-Win Get Over Like A Phat Rat If You Dare (The One to Watch) T.D.H. Sextillionheir Don't Worry About the wicked Rhythm's Ruthless On The Unprepared Deeds Done In Dark Come To Light Coronal Mass Ejection Solar Flared Since ingrates are their own worst enemy... All they're Twerkin's My Booty Imagine: Poesy Caused Creative Juices To Flow Like The Nile Cornered The Market On Sex Pleasure Like It Was Goin' Out of Style Genitals Cream In Tongues Like Vagina Monologue Cost Overruns If I Ask You Today If This Is The Right Way Home Will You Say Yes? Whoever The Perfect Sovereign Blessed No One Curse Who's Cursed No One Bless Ideal Society's Picture of Health: Gender Nature Race Shared Wealth Appearances Are Deceiving ...There Can Be Only One Action Site Rat Race Or Red Brown Yellow Black Mixed White We're All Priceless In Love's Light How's Nature Related? Humble Yourself Or Be Humiliated Pistils and Stamens Come Together Like 7 Sacred Directions But prison war whore's Short Selling Pleasure Like Erectile Dysfunction Gold Standard: Golden Ratio Mean and Rule ...New Jerusalem School Love, Joy, Peace and Elbow Grease by Basic Balk Eagle Little Sallie Walker Sittin' in a Saucer Rise Sallie Rise! Wipe Yo' Weepin' Eyes! Put Yo' Hands on You Hips Let Yo' Pelvic Bone Rip! Thrust it to The North Thrust it to The South So Wisdom and Kindness Come Outcho' Mouth!!! 6 Degrees of Separation Venus Transit Dark Rift Cohesion(BKA) Post Orgasmic Sex Tortoise/Hare Haiku Harsh Logic of Events View All Female Hyenas have Penises Male Sea Horses Nurse Their Youth Bonobos Peacefully Resolve Grievances Like Sex Pleasure's The Truth Are Humans Wiser than Ants? Prove it! Earth Outta' Be Treasure Planet Pure Life's a Tough Nut to Crack Some of it's Cell Fuel...Some of it's Compost As Dark Energy Defines Black Love's Golden Rule Tool's What Matters Most Rapture Rhymes Wade in The Deep like Duane ...The Path to Wisdom is Pain Q.Ever Wonder What Happens When a Million Women March around Mother Earth like Hebrews around Jericho? A.Black Monday...Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday! Sadatay! Yada Yada Yada! Blah Blah Blah! Wah Wah Wah Wan Wah! (AKA) Nut Up Haiku I'm Gonna Sign Yo' Pitty on The Runny Kind, True Occam's Razor Separates The Bull from The Shit Like Rapture Rhyme Scheme Razes fools fuckery Down The Deep 6 And Raises Love Up like C.R.E.A.M. From Charlie Brown Adults to Pottie Tang Lock O.M.G. on Errrthang Man With The Womb Tikuum Olem Haiku Twin HelYXX Chromosome View Phantom Patriarchy's Predictably Whiskey Bent...Motel Hell Bound (Vulture Bait and Worm Feast) People Will Deny Self-destruct 'Til They Hear That Giant Sucking Sound (Triple 6 Mark of The Beast) By Then They'll Be a Day Late and a Dollar Short And Miss Love's Report PSA: Fired Up! Ready to Go! Fired Up! Ready to Go! Love, Joy, Peace and Elbow Grease by Basic Black Eagle

Ijahman Levi - I'm A Levi

People who want darkness in the World don't take days off why should I? Light Up The World!Bob Marley

Fondly do We Hope...Fervently do We Pray...Scourge of war...Pass away! (AKA)Sulfur.Phosphorus.Oxygen.Nitrogen.Carbon.Helium. Orgone.Xenon.(SPONCH OX) Or

When The East Wind Blows The Nagual Haiku
A Hush Fell Over The Room

...Why don't Truth.gov Bubbles burst...
Liquid Oxygen's Current Heir Looms
Where does The Fire of Love Kindle 1st
...In The Heart of Man with a Womb's
Infinite Probabilities...Ankh Science
...Woman on Top...Silence...

PSA:“Commitment means that it is possible for a man to yield the nerve centre of his consent to a purpose or cause, a movement or an ideal, which may be more important to him than whether he lives or dies.” Howard Thurman

Cosmic Mom and Pop Genetic Haiku
Catch Wild Fire Red Yellow Blue

(Q)How'd Earth's tyrant fools sieze
S.M.O.M./S.O.A. Mc Fascist boost?
(A)Schools with no graduates or degrees
...Let Their Chickens come home to roost
War whores are the worst kind of slut
...Pillage and rape's all they can know...What!

The Oko DoKey!
You put Yo' Whole Soul in
You kick that fake self out
You put Yo' True Self in
And We Turn this Mother out
...You Do The Oko Dokey and You Turn Yourself around
That's what it's All About
O..Ko.DoKey.....O..Ko.DoKey.....O..Ko.DoKey

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Friends with Benefits

What's Your Moral/Ethical Justification for taking away Someone's Sovereign Rights for growing and/or using Flowers?Rob Ryan RocketScientist

If Church doesn't have Sunday School pretty soon You're not going to have Church!Poetry!The Engine that Drives Our Cultural Train! Empress Nikki Giovanni

Monetary Policy Lock Haiku Law of Entail Revenue Marginal Utility of Creativity? Ain't No Such Thing Commerce and Culture Would Be Joy-less without My Dinga-Linga-Ling Iman's Beauty's Sooooooooooooo Actuary David's Hits Got Bonds Like Barry Tribute to Howard University President James Cheek Who Pioneered The Learning Organization Precept of Student Trustees Malena Calvin Norman Hill Haiku Student Trustees...Howard U. What Do You Get When You Cross Sovereign Rights with Mental Hygiene? James Cheek Like The Cross Profit and Loss He Changed Students' Futures to Bright from Bleak What a Shame Pimpin's So Easy ...Like Sacred: Profane from Lil' Weezy Will The Earth Bequeathed to You Be Better or Worse for Posterity than The Earth Bequeathed to You? Remove Oil and Gas from Your Planet...What Happens? Same with Your Truck! (BKA)Ethiopian T.E.J. (Or) Truth. Equal Rights. Justice Honey Wine Haiku Beez in The Trap Home School Staple:Feast! Y'all Know Where This is Headed ...Like Mavis...I'll Take You There Priestess. Priest. Queen. King. Prophetess. Prophet. Perfect Love is Everywhere On a Scale of 200...Pollen Count's 6002 Woo Woo Woo Would Y'all Recognize Treasure When You Saw it Or Mistake it for Trash Ever Notice Character Building Habits When The Two Sevens Clash Recycle Hood Wealth A Baker's Dozen Times ...Poetic Justice Rhymes PSA: Butter and Honey Shall We Eat to Know: Eschew evil and Choose Good! "Galactic Hospitality Haiku
Distant Lover Passin' Thru

Cougar Neighbor Queen Andromeda's Slummin'...
2 Million Miles Per Hour
Just 2 Million Years...Door Bell's Ringin'
I'm Here Earth...Got Superpower?
Heart Throb 200 Million Miles Away
...Soul Kissed in Her Milky Way

How can 2 Walk Together unless They Agree? The Reggaeton Sonata Throne Terra Forma Chromatic Scale of Justice Subject Object Verbalist Van Gogh: Or
7 Day Tones: Green Violet Yellow Blue Orange Indigo Red (B.K.A.)

D Flat G C E B F A Haiku
Artists Repair 1 World View

From Sirius...Earth's Epigenomic Beauties
Seem Teeming with Life
On Close Inspection Earthling's Diabolic Ugly's
Bustling with Strife
What a Shame We Lost Cosmos ex Chaos
Love Taught Me Who is The Boss

Tikkum Olemer...Convince Big Shots
With Divine Ordnance Rapture Rhyme
Remember the Sequence The Shots
Are Programmed for and Hit Every Time
Overseers often underrate
And Overlook Obvious Plate(Tectonics)

Suddenly...Love Dawns on You...
Like Fans Chanting at Other Worldly Cup
Easily as Chosen Few
Rhapsodizing Spirit and Truth "Mount Up!"
No Guts No Glory...No Cross No Crown
Now E's M C Cubed...So...Get Down(Girl Go 'Head Throw Down)

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Finders Keepers Losers Weepers Haiku
7th Day Adventist Coup

Rapture Rhyme Reminds Readers of The Maxim
To Thine Own Self Be True
Every Time Someone finds Leaders Who Perplex'em
You Know What to Do
Fools are like losers in The World Cup
Love Shut'em Down...Truth Shut'em Up

Show Me a Politician Who's Trustworthy and I'll Show You a Tree(BKA) LAW. ORDER. VENGEANCE. EQUITY. Haiku Super Massive Black Hole Crew There are 3 Sides to Every Story Yours, Mine and that Which is The Truth Love's Obligatory Sex Commands Attention like a Wisdom Tooth 2 Wrongs Don't Make a Right But 2 Wrights Made an Airplane...Dayton Bike's Flight Since Motion to Make Treasure Planet True for All No one can Stop Us Popular Sovereignty's Free for All Fiduciary Standards...Trust Land's Basis of Power Mineral(Rights), Birth(Rights), Natural Law Happy Hour Don't even Think about cock-blockin' Yo' Momma didn't Raise no fool Life's All for One and One for All Golden Mean. Gold Standard. Golden Rule Haters Refuse My Character Building Humble Pi ...Eat Shit and Die If World Leaders Wanted to Do Justice on Earth No One could Stop'em Intellect for Peace is not Lost on Us But it Escapes Hobgoblin Both fools and Water Go The Way They are Diverted We're Comforted No Adult can Tell Another Adult What to Do Though many try That's The Character Flaw in All Politicians ...This Little White Lie If One can't Tell Policy from Gravity Why Lend Credulity??? Congress Means Consentual Intercourse In The True Sense of The Word Nothing could be further from The Truth In The Belt Way Flipping The Bird Grown-ups couldn't Keep Peace if They Tried With Youth Peace on Earth Will Abide Love, Joy, Peace and Elbow Grease by Basic Black Eagle Profile in Courage Peer Pressure Haiku Ark's Ngoma Lungundu Sobriety Test! You can't Reach God without 1st Understanding Sex Truth Serves Everyone Best! 1 in Half a Trillion Sperm and Egg Complex Good Character...Essence of Beauty Noblese Obliges...Sacred Duty What You Wish for is Your Reward Haiku 99ers and 1 View Set Capital Requirements Put Swaps on Public Exchange Action Site Land Flowing in Medicaments:(Milk and Honey) Lake of Burning Fire...Getcho' Mind Right Rapture Rhymes a Real Go Getter...Beat Dropper Fire Starter...Love Letter PSA: Do Good Do Good Do Good Do Good Do Good Do Good Do Good Do You Love, Joy, Peace and Elbow Grease for The 99% and 1 by Basic Black Eagle Greetings. I remember it well. I was between trying on a couple pair of shoes at REI, when the sales associate asked a question that stopped time momentarily: "Did you hear that Michael Jackson Died?!" His voice conveying the feeling of disbelief. The three of us--my partner, the salesman and I were stunned, and seemingly stuck in a moment that changed us. For a number of days following his death, Michael's music permeated space and time like I had never experienced before. It was surreal experience. With each song, I was inevitably transported to different points in my life; the music a sort of soundtrack that somehow impacted a couple decades of my life. I remember that night. I was one of many in the house that night, waiting to see the epic video Thriller. I was changed and most importantly, inspired. Before Michael, there was Don Cornelius. He died last week. As a result of his vision to have a place to spotlight Black talent, Mr. Cornelius inspired many youth like Micheal Jackson AND The Jackson Five.You either know, or have seen or heard of those BIG (bigger the better right?) Afro and wide bell-bottom wearing, hip-bumping Sistahs and Brothas that sang or danced their way into mainstream American Culture. With Mr. Cornelius' forward thinking, the space was granted, and we, again transcended space and time through his show Soul Train--a show that span multiple decades. You know, when we do it, We Do It Well! And now, Whitney.... We've lost her. This time, I got the word through a text message. I was just as stunned, and stuck in momentary disbelief and time, as when I heard about Micheal. For me, Whitney was akin to that auntie that was old enough to babysit me early on, and later as we grew, the one I would have sat in the bathroom on the side of the tub or toilet (with the seat down), legs folded, as she made herself up for a date. She was not my aunt, but I'm sure she was that 'auntie' to someone. Because you will be rushed with media that will 'report' her many accomplishments, I will only speak of my proudest moments. Remember, "...and I will Always Love You."? Remember when she hit that note in the Body Guard? and how it sat in your soul? and how you may have had chills because you were transfixed by the visual and the sounds you weren't sure you were hearing? Do you remember? I do. Do you remember HER--Whitney's--Star-Spangled Banner? That moment: "..and the LAND of the Freeeeeeeee. And the Home of the Braa-aa-ave!" Now, you know. Whitney and Miss Patti LaBelle? Hands down; nothing comes close in my opinion. So we've lost her in body. However, Whitney Houston, along with countless others are there in Spirit. As you go forward, I say to you: Be Well in Spirit, where ever you may be. Guidance, j. journey WOW WOW WOW! Awesomely Poignant and Keen Insight into Our dilemma Empress Journey Aswad My Sweet Darling! I Strongly Agree with Your Contention that Her Talent is Matchless and I, too am at a loss for Words to describe My all-over-the-map Emotions concerning The Loss of Lives among the Icons of Art and Culture. There is much I could say about this loss...however I'd rather focus My Attention on Your Grace and Remarkable Talent! Do You Recall that Our Dearly Beloved and Dearly Departed Sister Whitney was One of the 1st Artists to address the apartheid issue in Support of Nelson Mandela? You Do Realize this places Her in The Company of the Towering Intellect of Our Dear Nina Simone, May Their Sweet Souls R.I. P. It's when Artists Marshall Their Individual Talent and Resources in the Noble Cause of Social Justice that They Usher Us All into another Realm of The Indomitable Spirit, do You agree Beloved? This is what I observe in You and why I Strongly Urge Your Majesty to Persist in Your Pursuit of Fine Arts! Without Art Our Species would surely digress into savagery again! Keep The Faith Sweetie! Know Thyself and Maintain Moderation! The Creative Genius We Reveal is Bigger than Us and it Speaks to The Source of Creation and it gives Voice to The Eternal Longings of The Soul Yearning to be Free! With Your Permission I would like to Post Your Wonderful Prose on Our blog A.S.A.P. Please! Enjoy Your Day Dear Heart and Thanks for Sharing Your Brilliant and Beautiful Mind with Me! You are Most Kind! Bless Up! 1! THE DEVELOPMENT OF THE ORGASM THEORY

3. Orgastic Potency
(p.96)


* "I maintain that every person who has succeeded in preserving a
certain amount of naturalness knows this : those who are psychically
ill need but one thing - complete and repeated genital gratification.
"

* " The fact that man's sexual organs do not function in a normal way,
thus precluding sexual gratification for both sexes, that this is the
cause of most psychic misery and even has a bearing on the cancer
scourge, was too simple to be perceived. "

* " The severity of every form of psychic illness is directly related
to the severity of the genital disturbance.
The prospects of cure and the success of the cure are directly
dependent upon the possibility of establishing the capacity for full
genital gratification.
Of the hundreds of cases which I observed and treated in the course
of several years of extensive and intensive work,there was not a
single woman who did not have a vaginal orgastic disturbance. Roughly
60 to 70 percent of the male patients had gross genital disturbances.
Either they were incapable of having an erection during the act or
they suffered from premature ejaculations. The disturbance of the
ability to experience genital gratification, to experience, that is,
the most natural of what is natural, proved to be a symptom which was
always present in woman and seldom absent in men. "

P. 101

* " Man is the sole biological species that has destroyed its own
natural sexual function and is sick as a consequence of this. "

* " Instead of a systematic presentation, I want to describe the
theory of the orgasm in the way in which it developed. This will
enable the reader to grasp more easily its inner logic. It will be
seen that no human brain could have invented these relationships. "

P. 102

* " Without the inclusion of the functional, economic, and
experiential components, the concept of sexual potency has no meaning.
Erective and ejaculative potency are merely indispensable
preconditions for orgastic potency.

Orgastic potency is the capacity to surrender to the flow of
biological energy, free of any inhibitions; the capacity to discharge
completely the dammed-up sexual excitation through involuntary,
pleasurable convulsions of the body.

Not a single neurotic is orgastically potent, and the character
structures of the overwhelming majority of men and women are neurotic.
"

* " In the sexual act free of anxiety, unpleasure, and fantasies, the
intensity of pleasure in the orgasm is dependent upon the amount of
sexual tension concentrated in the genitals. The greater and steeper
the "drop" of the excitation, the more intense the pleasure. "

P. 105

* " Surrender presupposes complete immersion in the streaming
sensation of pleasure. Men who feel that surrender is "feminine" are
always orgastically disturbed. "

P. 107

* " The climax represents the turning point in the course of the
excitation, i.e., prior to the climax, the direction of the excitation
is toward the genital; subsequent to the climax, the excitation flows
away from the genital. It is this complete return of the excitation
from the genital to the body that constitutes the gratification. This
means two things: flowing back of the excitation to the entire body
and relaxation of the genital apparatus. "

* " Before the neutral point is reached, the excitation fades away in
a gentle curve and is immediately replaced by a pleasant physical and
psychic relaxation. Usually, there is also a strong desire to sleep.
The sensual relations are extinguished, but a "satiated" tender
attitude to the partner continues, to which is added the feeling of
gratitude. "

* " In contrast to this, the orgastically impotent person experiences
a leaden exhaustion, disgust, repulsion, weariness, or indifference
and, occasionally, hatred toward the partner. In the case of
satyriasis and nymphomania, the sexual excitation does not subside.
Insomnia is one of the essential characteristics of lack of
gratification. "

P. 108.

* " Involuntary bioenergetic convulsion of the organism and the
complete resolution of the excitation are the most important
characteristics of orgastic potency. "

* " Clinical experience shows that, as a result of universal sexual
suppression, men and women have lost the ability to experience the
ultimate surrender to the involuntary. It is precisely this previously
unrecognized phase of final excitation and resolution of tension that
I have in mind when I speak of "orgastic potency." It constitutes the
primal and basic biological function which man has in common with all
living organisms. All experiencing of nature is derived from this
function or from the longing for it. "

* " The orgasm in both sexes is more intense when the peaks of genital
excitation coincide."

4. sexual Stasis - The Energy Source of the Neurosis

P. 111

* " The energy source of the neurosis is created by the difference
between the accumulation and discharge of sexual energy. "

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Hysterical Paroxysm Haiku
Tacit Parsimony Zoo(Zoos and Whams)

What does One call Oprah in The Oval Office
...Madame President
Who's Duty Call Does Poetic Justice
Lovely...God's Secret Agent
Sometimes Hidden Treasure looks like trash
As Charcoal's Diamond Slash Dash Dash

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As Solomon says, physical distance cannot be a barrier to love. Likewise, the distances among your respective countries have been abolished by the proximity of your hearts. You have thus been able to speak a single tongue and think with a single mind-His Imperial Majesty Qadamawi Haile Sellassie 1

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The highest truth cannot be put into words. Therefore the greatest teacher has nothing to say. He simply gives himself in service, and never worries.

Lao Tzu, "The Hua Hu Ching"

Indecision is like a Step-child: if It doesn't wash It's Hands It's called dirty...if It does It's wasting The Water-African Proverb

Getcho' Mind Right Or MOM DNA POP EYE LEVEL Redux on Blast! (BKA) What You Wish For Is Your Reward Haiku Reality Checka Checka Boom Boom Mrs. Seahorse Said to Mr. Whale Yes, I Want to Have Your Children I'm Just Waiting to Exhale And Can't Wait to Feel Your Magic Johnson He Looked at Her with Bedroom Eyes She Saw Her Life Flash Before Her Eyes You Can't Reach God without 1st Understanding Sex Proves Discipleship Truth's Lightening Rod Keeps Justice Transfixating Thanks Praise and Worship Le Petit Mort... Orgasm in French(The Little Death) Love...Life's 100th Monkey Wrench Each Soul Comes Through The Womb Ingrates Relegate WombMan to Underdog Hypocrites Sealed Their Doom Enslaving Others to Live High on The Hog Ready. Aim. Fire...Start Yo' Own Dynasty On Popular Sovereignty When Stinkers Crash Parties Others Take The Opportunity to Fart The Child Becomes an Adult When She or He Sees With His or Her Heart Overcome The World, Flesh and Death Perfect Love Matters like Sex and Breath Love, Joy, Peace and Elbow Grease for The Family Farmsteaders and Green for All by Basic Black Eagle Art of Fighting without Fighting Haiku Goin' All Bruce Lee on You One Person Can Make a Difference Iff Others Rise to The Occasion Using No Way as Way Cinch ...No Limitation as Limitation Who's Zoomin' Who? Rhyme Against Me and You'll Get 8 like 10 Minus 2 Cosmic Black Eagle Potolo Haiku Singularity Kung Fu My Flow's So Deep In The Black I'm Like Charcoal's Bee Line for Diamond Life Rhythm So Strong... Beats Drop Heavier Than Sirius B Drum and Fife (Big Black) Truth Crushed More Foes Than Leviathan Black Eagle's Gift...LOVE-I-ATHON! PSA: Kese Ye Lolo De Ye! Lolo Ye Kese De Ye! Natural Mystic Merkaba Haiku Puffed-up Dust Job Interview An Elephant Ate Unannana's Children So She Hunted it Down Jungle Animals Kept Agendas Hidden But Lion Earned its Crown Elephant, Who Thought it Got away with Murder ...Got Served as Dinner The 3 Fastest Hunters in The World Saw a Buck...3rd Shot His Arrow Before Arrow Reached The Buck 2nd Separated Bone from Marrow Before 2nd Hunter Made 1st Cut The Fastest Served Venison...What!? The Only Worse Contagion than Pride Is The Lie it Presupposes Antidote: Peizo-electric Slide Humble Pi...1st Book of Moses Obstinately Persist in Transgression Yet Free ...Terrible Beauty Love, Joy, Peace and Elbow Grease by Basic Black Eagle A new scientific discipline must employ new terms if old ones are inapplicable. Orgonomy introduced the following terms: ANORGONIA. The condition of diminished or lacking orgonity (q.v.). ARMOR. See character armor, muscular armor. BIONS. Energy vesicles representing transitional stages between non-living and living substance. They constantly form in nature by a process of disintegration of inorganic and organic matter, which process it has been possible to reproduce experimentally. They are charged with orgone energy (q.v.), i.e., Life Energy and may develop into protozoa and bacteria. CHARACTER. An individual's typical structure, his stereotype manner of acting and reacting. The orgonomic concept of character is functional and biological, and not a static, psychological or moralistic concept. CHARACTER-ANALYSIS Originally a modification of the customary psychoanalytic technique of symptom analysis, by the inclusion of the character and character resistance into the therapeutic process. However, the discovery of the musculur armor necessitated the development of a new technique, namely vegetotherapy. The later discovery of organismic orgone energy ("bioenergy") and the concentration of atmospheric orgone energy with an orgone energy accumulator necessitated the further development of character-analytic vegetotherapy into an inclusive, biophysical orgone therapy. (See physical and psychiatric orgone therapy.) . GOE's online Catalog HOME<<<====>>>Page Articles Conferences/Events Orgone Accumulators Orgonomy Mail Lists Orgonomic Publications Public Forums Research Equipment Therapists/Therapy The Sensual/Sexual Rights of infants/children USA vs WR Wilhelm Reich Biography Wilhelm Reich & Orgonomic Learning Centers Fundraising & Contibutions . CHARACTER ARMOR. The sum total of typical character attitudes, which an individual develops as a blocking against his emotional excitations, resulting in rigidity of the body, lack of emotional contact, "deadness." Functionally identical with the muscular armor. CHARACTER, GENITAL. The un-neurotic character structure, which does not suffer from sexual stasis and, therefore, is capable of natural self-regulation on the basis of orgastic potency. CHARACTER, NEUROTIC. The character which, due to chronic bioenergetic stasis operates according to the principle of compulsive moral regulation. EMOTIONAL PLAGUE. The neurotic character in destructive action on the social scene. MUSCULAR ARMOR. The sum total of the muscular attitudes (chronic muscular spasms) which an individual develops as a block against the breakthrough of emotions and organ sensations, in particular anxiety, rage, and sexual excitation. ORGASM. The unitary involuntary convulsion of the total organism at the acme of the genital embrace. This reflex, because of its involuntary character and the prevailing orgasm anxiety, is blocked in most humans of civilizations which suppress infantile and adolescent genitality. ORGASTIC IMPOTENCE. The absence of orgastic potency. It is the most important characteristic of the average human of today, and by damming up biological (orgone) energy in the organism provides the source of energy for all kinds of biopathic symptoms and social irrationalism. ORGASTIC POTENCY. Essentially, the capacity for complete surrender to the involuntary convulsion of the organism and complete discharge of the excitation at the acme of the genital embrace. It is always lacking in neurotic individuals. It presupposes the presence or establishment of the genital character, i.e. absence of a pathological character armor and muscular armor. Orgastic potency is usually not distinguished from erective and ejaculative potency, both of which are only prerequisites of orgastic potency. ORGONE ENERGY. Primordial Cosmic Energy; universally present and demonstrable visually, thermically, electroscopically and by means of Geiger-Mueller counters. In the living organism: Bio-energy, Life Energy. Discovered by Wilhelm Reich between 1936 and 1940. ORANUR denotes orgone energy in a state of excitation induced by nuclear energy. (DOR denotes Deadly OR energy.) ORGONE THERAPY. Physical Orgone Therapy: Application of physical orgone energy concentrated in an orgone energy accumulator to inorease the natural bio-energetic resistance of the organism against disease. Psychiatric Orgone Therapy: Mobilization of the orgone energy in the organism, i.e. the liberation of biophysical emotions from muscular and character armorings with the goal of establishing, if possible, orgastic potency. ORGONITY. The condition of containing orgone energy; the quantity of orgone energy contained. ORGONOMETRY. Quantitative orgonomic research. ORGONOMIC ( "ENERGETIC" ) FUNCTIONALISM. The functional thought technique which guides clinical and experimental orgone research. The guiding principle is that of the identity of variations in their common functioning principle (CFP). This thought technique grew in the course of the study of human character formation and led to the discovery of the functional organismic and cosmic orgone energy, thereby proving itself to be the correct mirroring of both living and non-living basic natural processes. ORGONOMY. The natural science of the cosmic orgone energy. ORGONOTIC. Qualities concerning the orgonity of a system or a condition. SEX-ECONOMY. The body of knowledge within Orgonomy which deals with the economy of the biological (orgone) energy in the organism, with its energy household. STASIS. The damming-up of Life Energy in the organism, thus the source of energy for biopathy and irrationalism. STASIS ANXIETY. The anxiety caused by the stasis of sexual energy in the center of the organism when its peripheral orgastic discharge is inhibited. STASIS NEUROSIS. All somatic disturbances which are the immediate result of the stasis of sexual energy, with stasis anxiety at its core. WORK DEMOCRACY. The functioning of the natural and intrinsically rational work relationships between human beings. The concept of work democracy represents the established reality (not the ideology) of these relationships which, though usually distorted because of prevailing armoring and irrational political ideologies, are nevertheless at the basis of all social achievement. Stomach's The Only Enemy Haiku
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There's an Elephant in The Room...Mastodon
Got Somethin' for All Y'all
Controlled Folly...Calculation Abandon
Pride comes before the fall
Do Yo' Titties droop to The Flo'
1st Tie'em in a knot...then in a bow

Got Cowardly Lion Syndrome...
Plead The Blood...Love's Overcoming Bling
Jerusalem Power Riches Wisdom
Strength Honor Glory Blessings
EL SHADDAI: Kruella Da Krunk...Alter Egos
Y'all Know how that goes

Who's Wise as Queen Ants Who leave places
Better than They Found for Offspring
What if Clinton's Sovereign Diplomacy Develops
Pillow Talking
Social Engineers Wed Philanthropists
With Cordial Capitalists

Jumpin' Jehoshophat Valley of Decision...
...Messiah(or)Monster
Nuclear Fusion v. Nuclear Fission
Contents under Pressure
Hear O! Israel THE BIG BREASTED 1
Stick a fork in it...it's Done

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Spirit Over Mind Over Matter Wonders Never Cease Masterpiece (BKA)

I.A.O.U.E. Word is Bond Haiku
Scholar Athlete Artist View

Once Upon a Time...
Dear Friends Ride Black Magic Carpet in Piedmont Park
Just like Rapture Rhyme
...We Prophesied Our Future Happy as a Lark
Vision Quest...El Pueblo Unido
Jamas Sera Vencido

Love, Joy, Peace and Elbow Grease for Empress S. Renee Clark by Basic Black Eagle


Queen's Slumming Party R.O.I. Haiku
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Blacker The College...Sweeter The Knowledge...
Nice as Cutlery Demands
Smooth with a Sharp Edge...
Hood Rapture Rhyme Cuts more than Edward Scissor Hands
Nothing Makes One Feel so Alive and Awake
...As Knowing What's at Stake

Hypostyle Takeover Cartel Haiku
Coca Ganjah Poppy U.(niversecountry)

There's No Knowledge...No Powers
Except what comes from God On Zion Wire
Peace and Plenty Justice for Truth Lovers
For liars...Brimstone and Fire
Ready or Not...Kingdom Come...You can't hide...so
YO! RITMOTASTE! DO!
Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do!

Mr. Mandingo Weds Mrs. Sippi VuvuZela B-flat Blues(AKA)

Gulf Pink Slip Party Over Here Haiku
Water Gator Bait HooDoo

If You Knew The Power of The Tongue
You'd Constrain Speech to Poetry
You'd Guard Your Heart for Love Alone
So Letters and Numbers Stay Lovely
Make a Joyful Noise All Ye Lands
...Let Elements form 2nd Line Bands

PSA: Band Up!

I Love to Praise Him
He's My Rock My Sword My Shield
He's My Wheel in The Middle of The Wheel
I Know He'll Never let Me down
He's Just a Jewel that I have Found

Halleluyah! I Love to Praise His Name
I Love to Praise His Holy Name

Love, Joy, Peace and Elbow Grease by Basic Black Eagle

Poetic Justice Naked Truth Haiku Perfect Sovereign Interview

Trust! We May Tremble for Our Country
When We Reflect that God is Just
I should be able to Love My County
And Still Love Justice...Blind Thrust
Why are All warmongers toast?
'Cause Peaceful Spirits Know The Holy Ghost

Except for Hatshepsut...
Policies are slavery-prison-war-fear-based
Pull weeds out by their root...
Unmentionables and Truth must be Embraced
What a shame Y'all Self-hate 1st
And Only Love once liars' bubbles burst...

King Solomon used The Pentagram
To Regulate evil Spirits(REGULATOR!)
Pentagon's miasm...
Meet Sexagon's Atomic Photon Bandits
Whom Crash Parties like Hurricane Ike Turner
Makes Health The Front Burner

PS. War and Prison are the most homosexual endeavors of all!

Love, Joy, Peace and Elbow Grease by Basic Black Eagle
Bagawan Business Master Plan Haiku Permanent Solution View Spotaneous Human Holon Cognition B.K.A......S.H.C. ...Pleasure Principle's Self-regulation Wields Popular Sovereignty Business Owners Make Better Activists Long Live Mental Hygienists Matrilineal D.N.A. traces All Ancestries To Lucy Supra-liminal P.D.A. Graces Family Trees Like Bruce Lee If One digs deep enough We're Kin CarbonbasedUnit'sTruth...M​elanin PSA: Go Samba Queens Go! Love, Joy, Peace and Elbow Grease by Basic Black Eagle

Liberty and Responsibility: President Obama Speeches!

No body will fail to appreciate that law is the greatest benefit to every man .It is from the equity of law that honor and advantage arise ;it is from the deficiency of law that distress and damage result ,it is through failure to set up law that violence and injury grow-Qadamawi Haile Sellassie


We must develop huge demonstrations, because the world is used to big dramatic affairs. They think in terms of hundreds of thousands and millions and billions... Billions of dollars are appropriated at the twinkling of an eye. Nothing little counts We want the full works of citizenship with no reservations. We will accept nothing less . . . This condition of freedom, equality, and democracy is not the gift of gods. It is the task of men, yes, men, brave men, honest men, determined men Justice is never given; it is exacted and the struggle must be continuous for freedom is never a final fact, but a continuing evolving process to higher and higher levels of human, social, economic, political and religious relationship. A.Philip Randolph Perfect Number Weds End of Numbers: September 28, 0h!9(BKA)
Proceed with Caution Yellow Light Haiku
(Infra)Red's (Ultra-violet)Purple Passover Blues

Ever Heard Some fool claim
"They're afraid if so and so then such and such"
Experts in assigning blame
Whose expertise sucks for air in the Clutch
Naked Truth Wins Souls like Yom Kippur
Fishers of Kin's Loveliest Lure

Love, Joy, Peace and Elbow Grease by Basic Black Eagle

Why Character Building Matters: "The ultimate measure of an Individual or Nation is not where One stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where One stands at times of challenge and controversy."---Martin Luther King Jr.

Health Reform Golden Mean=Gold Standard+Golden Rule! "Love,work and knowledge are the well-springs of our life.They should also govern it."-Wilhelm Reich

Critical Mass Metaphysics Haiku Justice is Love's John Canoe

Pure Life's Spiritual Journey...
Character Building Thought, Desire and Will
Real Life's Contact Truth...Trial by Adversity
Prosperity Ordeal
True Life's Easier than You Realize
And Harder than You Think...Be Wise!

Wood, Hay and Stubble for Dummies Haiku Supernatural Law School

Coyote Teaching...Do the Math
Love Conquers Nature's Gender Races
Money Repairs The Breach, Restores the Path
And Rebuilds Old waste Places
What a shame Y'all cain't tell legal fiction from Law
...One's Man-made...One's Raw

(Chant) Kese Ye LoLo De Ye Lo Lo Ye Kese De Ye ( a seed is a star a star is a seed)Stevie Wonder song

Obama Inaugural Address
20th January 2009

My fellow citizens:

I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.

Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because We the People have remained faithful to the ideals of our forbearers, and true to our founding documents.

So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.

That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.

These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land - a nagging fear that America's decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.

Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America - they will be met.

On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.

On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.

We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of short-cuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted - for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things - some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.

For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.

For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.

For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn.

Time and again these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.

This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions - that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.

For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act - not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology's wonders to raise health care's quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. And all this we will do.

Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions - who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.

What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them - that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works - whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. And those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account - to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day - because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.
Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control - and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our Gross Domestic Product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on the ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart - not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our Founding Fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience's sake. And so to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman, and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and we are ready to lead once more.

Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with the sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.

We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort - even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we’ll work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.

For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus - and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society's ills on the West - know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to the suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world's resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.

As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment - a moment that will define a generation - it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.

For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends - honesty and hard work, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism - these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility - a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.

This is the price and the promise of citizenship.

This is the source of our confidence - the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.

This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed - why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent mall, and why a man whose father less than sixty years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.

So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America's birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:
"Let it be told to the future world...that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive...that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet [it]."

America. In the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.


A More Perfect Union
“The Race Speech”
Philadelphia, PA
March 18, 2008


"We the people, in order to form a more perfect union."

Two hundred and twenty one years ago, in a hall that still stands across the street, a group of men gathered and, with these simple words, launched America's improbable experiment in democracy. Farmers and scholars; statesmen and patriots who had traveled across an ocean to escape tyranny and persecution finally made real their declaration of independence at a Philadelphia convention that lasted through the spring of 1787.

The document they produced was eventually signed but ultimately unfinished. It was stained by this nation's original sin of slavery, a question that divided the colonies and brought the convention to a stalemate until the founders chose to allow the slave trade to continue for at least twenty more years, and to leave any final resolution to future generations.

Of course, the answer to the slavery question was already embedded within our Constitution - a Constitution that had at is very core the ideal of equal citizenship under the law; a Constitution that promised its people liberty, and justice, and a union that could be and should be perfected over time.

And yet words on a parchment would not be enough to deliver slaves from bondage, or provide men and women of every color and creed their full rights and obligations as citizens of the United States. What would be needed were Americans in successive generations who were willing to do their part - through protests and struggle, on the streets and in the courts, through a civil war and civil disobedience and always at great risk - to narrow that gap between the promise of our ideals and the reality of their time.

This was one of the tasks we set forth at the beginning of this campaign - to continue the long march of those who came before us, a march for a more just, more equal, more free, more caring and more prosperous America. I chose to run for the presidency at this moment in history because I believe deeply that we cannot solve the challenges of our time unless we solve them together - unless we perfect our union by understanding that we may have different stories, but we hold common hopes; that we may not look the same and we may not have come from the same place, but we all want to move in the same direction - towards a better future for our children and our grandchildren.

This belief comes from my unyielding faith in the decency and generosity of the American people. But it also comes from my own American story.

I am the son of a black man from Kenya and a white woman from Kansas. I was raised with the help of a white grandfather who survived a Depression to serve in Patton's Army during World War II and a white grandmother who worked on a bomber assembly line at Fort Leavenworth while he was overseas. I've gone to some of the best schools in America and lived in one of the world's poorest nations. I am married to a black American who carries within her the blood of slaves and slaveowners - an inheritance we pass on to our two precious daughters. I have brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews, uncles and cousins, of every race and every hue, scattered across three continents, and for as long as I live, I will never forget that in no other country on Earth is my story even possible.

It's a story that hasn't made me the most conventional candidate. But it is a story that has seared into my genetic makeup the idea that this nation is more than the sum of its parts - that out of many, we are truly one.

Throughout the first year of this campaign, against all predictions to the contrary, we saw how hungry the American people were for this message of unity. Despite the temptation to view my candidacy through a purely racial lens, we won commanding victories in states with some of the whitest populations in the country. In South Carolina, where the Confederate Flag still flies, we built a powerful coalition of African Americans and white Americans.

This is not to say that race has not been an issue in the campaign. At various stages in the campaign, some commentators have deemed me either "too black" or "not black enough." We saw racial tensions bubble to the surface during the week before the South Carolina primary. The press has scoured every exit poll for the latest evidence of racial polarization, not just in terms of white and black, but black and brown as well.

And yet, it has only been in the last couple of weeks that the discussion of race in this campaign has taken a particularly divisive turn.

On one end of the spectrum, we've heard the implication that my candidacy is somehow an exercise in affirmative action; that it's based solely on the desire of wide-eyed liberals to purchase racial reconciliation on the cheap. On the other end, we've heard my former pastor, Reverend Jeremiah Wright, use incendiary language to express views that have the potential not only to widen the racial divide, but views that denigrate both the greatness and the goodness of our nation; that rightly offend white and black alike.

I have already condemned, in unequivocal terms, the statements of Reverend Wright that have caused such controversy. For some, nagging questions remain. Did I know him to be an occasionally fierce critic of American domestic and foreign policy? Of course. Did I ever hear him make remarks that could be considered controversial while I sat in church? Yes. Did I strongly disagree with many of his political views? Absolutely - just as I'm sure many of you have heard remarks from your pastors, priests, or rabbis with which you strongly disagreed.

But the remarks that have caused this recent firestorm weren't simply controversial. They weren't simply a religious leader's effort to speak out against perceived injustice. Instead, they expressed a profoundly distorted view of this country - a view that sees white racism as endemic, and that elevates what is wrong with America above all that we know is right with America; a view that sees the conflicts in the Middle East as rooted primarily in the actions of stalwart allies like Israel, instead of emanating from the perverse and hateful ideologies of radical Islam.

As such, Reverend Wright's comments were not only wrong but divisive, divisive at a time when we need unity; racially charged at a time when we need to come together to solve a set of monumental problems - two wars, a terrorist threat, a falling economy, a chronic health care crisis and potentially devastating climate change; problems that are neither black or white or Latino or Asian, but rather problems that confront us all.

Given my background, my politics, and my professed values and ideals, there will no doubt be those for whom my statements of condemnation are not enough. Why associate myself with Reverend Wright in the first place, they may ask? Why not join another church? And I confess that if all that I knew of Reverend Wright were the snippets of those sermons that have run in an endless loop on the television and You Tube, or if Trinity United Church of Christ conformed to the caricatures being peddled by some commentators, there is no doubt that I would react in much the same way

But the truth is, that isn't all that I know of the man. The man I met more than twenty years ago is a man who helped introduce me to my Christian faith, a man who spoke to me about our obligations to love one another; to care for the sick and lift up the poor. He is a man who served his country as a U.S. Marine; who has studied and lectured at some of the finest universities and seminaries in the country, and who for over thirty years led a church that serves the community by doing God's work here on Earth - by housing the homeless, ministering to the needy, providing day care services and scholarships and prison ministries, and reaching out to those suffering from HIV/AIDS.

In my first book, Dreams From My Father, I described the experience of my first service at Trinity:

"People began to shout, to rise from their seats and clap and cry out, a forceful wind carrying the reverend's voice up into the rafters....And in that single note - hope! - I heard something else; at the foot of that cross, inside the thousands of churches across the city, I imagined the stories of ordinary black people merging with the stories of David and Goliath, Moses and Pharaoh, the Christians in the lion's den, Ezekiel's field of dry bones. Those stories - of survival, and freedom, and hope - became our story, my story; the blood that had spilled was our blood, the tears our tears; until this black church, on this bright day, seemed once more a vessel carrying the story of a people into future generations and into a larger world. Our trials and triumphs became at once unique and universal, black and more than black; in chronicling our journey, the stories and songs gave us a means to reclaim memories that we didn't need to feel shame about...memories that all people might study and cherish - and with which we could start to rebuild."

That has been my experience at Trinity. Like other predominantly black churches across the country, Trinity embodies the black community in its entirety - the doctor and the welfare mom, the model student and the former gang-banger. Like other black churches, Trinity's services are full of raucous laughter and sometimes bawdy humor. They are full of dancing, clapping, screaming and shouting that may seem jarring to the untrained ear. The church contains in full the kindness and cruelty, the fierce intelligence and the shocking ignorance, the struggles and successes, the love and yes, the bitterness and bias that make up the black experience in America.

And this helps explain, perhaps, my relationship with Reverend Wright. As imperfect as he may be, he has been like family to me. He strengthened my faith, officiated my wedding, and baptized my children. Not once in my conversations with him have I heard him talk about any ethnic group in derogatory terms, or treat whites with whom he interacted with anything but courtesy and respect. He contains within him the contradictions - the good and the bad - of the community that he has served diligently for so many years.

I can no more disown him than I can disown the black community. I can no more disown him than I can my white grandmother - a woman who helped raise me, a woman who sacrificed again and again for me, a woman who loves me as much as she loves anything in this world, but a woman who once confessed her fear of black men who passed by her on the street, and who on more than one occasion has uttered racial or ethnic stereotypes that made me cringe.

These people are a part of me. And they are a part of America, this country that I love.

Some will see this as an attempt to justify or excuse comments that are simply inexcusable. I can assure you it is not. I suppose the politically safe thing would be to move on from this episode and just hope that it fades into the woodwork. We can dismiss Reverend Wright as a crank or a demagogue, just as some have dismissed Geraldine Ferraro, in the aftermath of her recent statements, as harboring some deep-seated racial bias.

But race is an issue that I believe this nation cannot afford to ignore right now. We would be making the same mistake that Reverend Wright made in his offending sermons about America - to simplify and stereotype and amplify the negative to the point that it distorts reality.

The fact is that the comments that have been made and the issues that have surfaced over the last few weeks reflect the complexities of race in this country that we've never really worked through - a part of our union that we have yet to perfect. And if we walk away now, if we simply retreat into our respective corners, we will never be able to come together and solve challenges like health care, or education, or the need to find good jobs for every American.

Understanding this reality requires a reminder of how we arrived at this point. As William Faulkner once wrote, "The past isn't dead and buried. In fact, it isn't even past." We do not need to recite here the history of racial injustice in this country. But we do need to remind ourselves that so many of the disparities that exist in the African-American community today can be directly traced to inequalities passed on from an earlier generation that suffered under the brutal legacy of slavery and Jim Crow.

Segregated schools were, and are, inferior schools; we still haven't fixed them, fifty years after Brown v. Board of Education, and the inferior education they provided, then and now, helps explain the pervasive achievement gap between today's black and white students.

Legalized discrimination - where blacks were prevented, often through violence, from owning property, or loans were not granted to African-American business owners, or black homeowners could not access FHA mortgages, or blacks were excluded from unions, or the police force, or fire departments - meant that black families could not amass any meaningful wealth to bequeath to future generations. That history helps explain the wealth and income gap between black and white, and the concentrated pockets of poverty that persists in so many of today's urban and rural communities.

A lack of economic opportunity among black men, and the shame and frustration that came from not being able to provide for one's family, contributed to the erosion of black families - a problem that welfare policies for many years may have worsened. And the lack of basic services in so many urban black neighborhoods - parks for kids to play in, police walking the beat, regular garbage pick-up and building code enforcement - all helped create a cycle of violence, blight and neglect that continue to haunt us.

This is the reality in which Reverend Wright and other African-Americans of his generation grew up. They came of age in the late fifties and early sixties, a time when segregation was still the law of the land and opportunity was systematically constricted. What's remarkable is not how many failed in the face of discrimination, but rather how many men and women overcame the odds; how many were able to make a way out of no way for those like me who would come after them.

But for all those who scratched and clawed their way to get a piece of the American Dream, there were many who didn't make it - those who were ultimately defeated, in one way or another, by discrimination. That legacy of defeat was passed on to future generations - those young men and increasingly young women who we see standing on street corners or languishing in our prisons, without hope or prospects for the future. Even for those blacks who did make it, questions of race, and racism, continue to define their worldview in fundamental ways. For the men and women of Reverend Wright's generation, the memories of humiliation and doubt and fear have not gone away; nor has the anger and the bitterness of those years. That anger may not get expressed in public, in front of white co-workers or white friends. But it does find voice in the barbershop or around the kitchen table. At times, that anger is exploited by politicians, to gin up votes along racial lines, or to make up for a politician's own failings.

And occasionally it finds voice in the church on Sunday morning, in the pulpit and in the pews. The fact that so many people are surprised to hear that anger in some of Reverend Wright's sermons simply reminds us of the old truism that the most segregated hour in American life occurs on Sunday morning. That anger is not always productive; indeed, all too often it distracts attention from solving real problems; it keeps us from squarely facing our own complicity in our condition, and prevents the African-American community from forging the alliances it needs to bring about real change. But the anger is real; it is powerful; and to simply wish it away, to condemn it without understanding its roots, only serves to widen the chasm of misunderstanding that exists between the races.

In fact, a similar anger exists within segments of the white community. Most working- and middle-class white Americans don't feel that they have been particularly privileged by their race. Their experience is the immigrant experience - as far as they're concerned, no one's handed them anything, they've built it from scratch. They've worked hard all their lives, many times only to see their jobs shipped overseas or their pension dumped after a lifetime of labor. They are anxious about their futures, and feel their dreams slipping away; in an era of stagnant wages and global competition, opportunity comes to be seen as a zero sum game, in which your dreams come at my expense. So when they are told to bus their children to a school across town; when they hear that an African American is getting an advantage in landing a good job or a spot in a good college because of an injustice that they themselves never committed; when they're told that their fears about crime in urban neighborhoods are somehow prejudiced, resentment builds over time.

Like the anger within the black community, these resentments aren't always expressed in polite company. But they have helped shape the political landscape for at least a generation. Anger over welfare and affirmative action helped forge the Reagan Coalition. Politicians routinely exploited fears of crime for their own electoral ends. Talk show hosts and conservative commentators built entire careers unmasking bogus claims of racism while dismissing legitimate discussions of racial injustice and inequality as mere political correctness or reverse racism.

Just as black anger often proved counterproductive, so have these white resentments distracted attention from the real culprits of the middle class squeeze - a corporate culture rife with inside dealing, questionable accounting practices, and short-term greed; a Washington dominated by lobbyists and special interests; economic policies that favor the few over the many. And yet, to wish away the resentments of white Americans, to label them as misguided or even racist, without recognizing they are grounded in legitimate concerns - this too widens the racial divide, and blocks the path to understanding.

This is where we are right now. It's a racial stalemate we've been stuck in for years. Contrary to the claims of some of my critics, black and white, I have never been so naïve as to believe that we can get beyond our racial divisions in a single election cycle, or with a single candidacy - particularly a candidacy as imperfect as my own.

But I have asserted a firm conviction - a conviction rooted in my faith in God and my faith in the American people - that working together we can move beyond some of our old racial wounds, and that in fact we have no choice if we are to continue on the path of a more perfect union.

For the African-American community, that path means embracing the burdens of our past without becoming victims of our past. It means continuing to insist on a full measure of justice in every aspect of American life. But it also means binding our particular grievances - for better health care, and better schools, and better jobs - to the larger aspirations of all Americans -- the white woman struggling to break the glass ceiling, the white man whose been laid off, the immigrant trying to feed his family. And it means taking full responsibility for own lives - by demanding more from our fathers, and spending more time with our children, and reading to them, and teaching them that while they may face challenges and discrimination in their own lives, they must never succumb to despair or cynicism; they must always believe that they can write their own destiny.

Ironically, this quintessentially American - and yes, conservative - notion of self-help found frequent expression in Reverend Wright's sermons. But what my former pastor too often failed to understand is that embarking on a program of self-help also requires a belief that society can change.

The profound mistake of Reverend Wright's sermons is not that he spoke about racism in our society. It's that he spoke as if our society was static; as if no progress has been made; as if this country - a country that has made it possible for one of his own members to run for the highest office in the land and build a coalition of white and black; Latino and Asian, rich and poor, young and old -- is still irrevocably bound to a tragic past. But what we know -- what we have seen - is that America can change. That is true genius of this nation. What we have already achieved gives us hope - the audacity to hope - for what we can and must achieve tomorrow.

In the white community, the path to a more perfect union means acknowledging that what ails the African-American community does not just exist in the minds of black people; that the legacy of discrimination - and current incidents of discrimination, while less overt than in the past - are real and must be addressed. Not just with words, but with deeds - by investing in our schools and our communities; by enforcing our civil rights laws and ensuring fairness in our criminal justice system; by providing this generation with ladders of opportunity that were unavailable for previous generations. It requires all Americans to realize that your dreams do not have to come at the expense of my dreams; that investing in the health, welfare, and education of black and brown and white children will ultimately help all of America prosper.

In the end, then, what is called for is nothing more, and nothing less, than what all the world's great religions demand - that we do unto others as we would have them do unto us. Let us be our brother's keeper, Scripture tells us. Let us be our sister's keeper. Let us find that common stake we all have in one another, and let our politics reflect that spirit as well.

For we have a choice in this country. We can accept a politics that breeds division, and conflict, and cynicism. We can tackle race only as spectacle - as we did in the OJ trial - or in the wake of tragedy, as we did in the aftermath of Katrina - or as fodder for the nightly news. We can play Reverend Wright's sermons on every channel, every day and talk about them from now until the election, and make the only question in this campaign whether or not the American people think that I somehow believe or sympathize with his most offensive words. We can pounce on some gaffe by a Hillary supporter as evidence that she's playing the race card, or we can speculate on whether white men will all flock to John McCain in the general election regardless of his policies.

We can do that.

But if we do, I can tell you that in the next election, we'll be talking about some other distraction. And then another one. And then another one. And nothing will change.

That is one option. Or, at this moment, in this election, we can come together and say, "Not this time." This time we want to talk about the crumbling schools that are stealing the future of black children and white children and Asian children and Hispanic children and Native American children. This time we want to reject the cynicism that tells us that these kids can't learn; that those kids who don't look like us are somebody else's problem. The children of America are not those kids, they are our kids, and we will not let them fall behind in a 21st century economy. Not this time.

This time we want to talk about how the lines in the Emergency Room are filled with whites and blacks and Hispanics who do not have health care; who don't have the power on their own to overcome the special interests in Washington, but who can take them on if we do it together.

This time we want to talk about the shuttered mills that once provided a decent life for men and women of every race, and the homes for sale that once belonged to Americans from every religion, every region, every walk of life. This time we want to talk about the fact that the real problem is not that someone who doesn't look like you might take your job; it's that the corporation you work for will ship it overseas for nothing more than a profit.

This time we want to talk about the men and women of every color and creed who serve together, and fight together, and bleed together under the same proud flag. We want to talk about how to bring them home from a war that never should've been authorized and never should've been waged, and we want to talk about how we'll show our patriotism by caring for them, and their families, and giving them the benefits they have earned.

I would not be running for President if I didn't believe with all my heart that this is what the vast majority of Americans want for this country. This union may never be perfect, but generation after generation has shown that it can always be perfected. And today, whenever I find myself feeling doubtful or cynical about this possibility, what gives me the most hope is the next generation - the young people whose attitudes and beliefs and openness to change have already made history in this election.

There is one story in particularly that I'd like to leave you with today - a story I told when I had the great honor of speaking on Dr. King's birthday at his home church, Ebenezer Baptist, in Atlanta.

There is a young, twenty-three year old white woman named Ashley Baia who organized for our campaign in Florence, South Carolina. She had been working to organize a mostly African-American community since the beginning of this campaign, and one day she was at a roundtable discussion where everyone went around telling their story and why they were there.

And Ashley said that when she was nine years old, her mother got cancer. And because she had to miss days of work, she was let go and lost her health care. They had to file for bankruptcy, and that's when Ashley decided that she had to do something to help her mom.

She knew that food was one of their most expensive costs, and so Ashley convinced her mother that what she really liked and really wanted to eat more than anything else was mustard and relish sandwiches. Because that was the cheapest way to eat.

She did this for a year until her mom got better, and she told everyone at the roundtable that the reason she joined our campaign was so that she could help the millions of other children in the country who want and need to help their parents too.

Now Ashley might have made a different choice. Perhaps somebody told her along the way that the source of her mother's problems were blacks who were on welfare and too lazy to work, or Hispanics who were coming into the country illegally. But she didn't. She sought out allies in her fight against injustice.

Anyway, Ashley finishes her story and then goes around the room and asks everyone else why they're supporting the campaign. They all have different stories and reasons. Many bring up a specific issue. And finally they come to this elderly black man who's been sitting there quietly the entire time. And Ashley asks him why he's there. And he does not bring up a specific issue. He does not say health care or the economy. He does not say education or the war. He does not say that he was there because of Barack Obama. He simply says to everyone in the room, "I am here because of Ashley."

"I'm here because of Ashley." By itself, that single moment of recognition between that young white girl and that old black man is not enough. It is not enough to give health care to the sick, or jobs to the jobless, or education to our children.

But it is where we start. It is where our union grows stronger. And as so many generations have come to realize over the course of the two-hundred and twenty one years since a band of patriots signed that document in Philadelphia, that is where the perfection begins.

Thank you. God bless you and God bless the United States of America.

Fellow citizens, pardon me, allow me to ask, why am I called upon to speak here today? What have I, or those I represent, to do with your national independence? Are the great principles of political freedom and of natural justice, embodied in that Declaration of Independence, extended to us? and am I, therefore, called upon to bring our humble offering to the national altar, and to confess the benefits and express devout gratitude for the blessings resulting from your independence to us? Would to God, both for your sakes and ours, that an affirmative answer could be truthfully returned to these questions! Then would my task be light, and my burden easy and delightful. For who is there so cold that a nation's sympathy could not warm him? Who so obdurate and dead to the claims of gratitude that would not thankfully acknowledge such priceless benefits? Who so stolid and selfish that would not give his voice to swell the hallelujahs of a nation's jubilee, when the chains of servitude had been torn from his limbs? I am not that man. In a case like that the dumb might eloquently speak and the "lame man leap as an hart." But such is not the state of the case. I say it with a sad sense of the disparity between us. am not included within the pale of this glorious anniversary! Your high independence only reveals the immeasurable distance between us. The blessings in which you, this day, rejoice are not enjoyed in common. The rich inheritance of justice, liberty, prosperity, and independence bequeathed by your fathers is shared by you, not by me. The sunlight that brought light and healing to you has brought stripes and death to me. This Fourth of July is yours, not mine. You may rejoice, I must mourn. To drag a man in fetters into the grand illuminated temple of liberty, and call upon him to join you in joyous anthems, were inhuman mockery and sacrilegious irony. Do you mean, citizens, to mock me by asking me to speak today? If so, there is a parallel to your conduct. And let me warn that it is dangerous to copy the example of nation whose crimes, towering up to heaven, were thrown down by the breath of the Almighty, burying that nation in irrevocable ruin! I can today take up the plaintive lament of a peeled and woe-smitten people. "By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down. Yea! We wept when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. For there, they that carried us away captive, required of us a song; and they who wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion. How can we sing the Lord's song in a strange land? If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth." Fellow citizens, above your national, tumultuous joy, I hear the mournful wail of millions! Whose chains, heavy and grievous yesterday, are, today, rendered more intolerable by the jubilee shouts that reach them. If I do forget, if I do not faithfully remember those bleeding children of sorry this day, "may my right hand cleave to the roof of my mouth"! To forget them, to pass lightly over their wrongs, and to chime in with the popular theme would be treason most scandalous and shocking, and would make me a reproach before God and the world. My subject, then, fellow citizens, is American slavery. I shall see this day and its popular characteristics from the slave's point of view. Standing there identified with the American bondman, making his wrongs mine. I do not hesitate to declare with all my soul that the character and conduct of this nation never looked blacker to me than on this Fourth of July! Whether we turn to the declarations of the past or to the professions of the present, the conduct of the nation seems equally hideous and revolting. America is false to the past, false to the present, and solemnly binds herself to be false to the future. Standing with God and the crushed and bleeding slave on this occasion, I will, in the name of humanity which is outraged, in the name of liberty which is fettered, in the name of the Constitution and the Bible which are disregarded and trampled upon, dare to call in question and to denounce, with all the emphasis I can command, everything that serves to perpetuate slavery-the great sin and shame of America! "I will not equivocate, I will not excuse"; I will use the severest language I can command; and yet not one word shall escape me that any man, whose judgment is not blinded by prejudice, shall not confess to be right and just.... For the present, it is enough to affirm the equal manhood of the Negro race. Is it not as astonishing that, while we are plowing, planting, and reaping, using all kinds of mechanical tools, erecting houses, constructing bridges, building ships, working in metals of brass, iron, copper, and secretaries, having among us lawyers doctors, ministers, poets, authors, editors, orators, and teachers; and that, while we are engaged in all manner of enterprises common to other men, digging gold in California, capturing the whale in the Pacific, feeding sheep and cattle on the hillside, living, moving, acting, thinking, planning, living in families as husbands, wives, and children, and above all, confessing and worshiping the Christian's God, and looking hopefully for life and immortality beyond the grave, we are called upon to prove that we are men!... What, am I to argue that it is wrong to make men brutes, to rob them of their liberty, to work them without wages, to keep them ignorant of their relations to their fellow men, to beat them with sticks, to flay their flesh with the lash, to load their limbs with irons, to hunt them with dogs, to sell them at auction, to sunder their families, to knock out their teeth, to burn their flesh, to starve them into obedience and submission to their masters? Must I argue that a system thus marked with blood, and stained with pollution, is wrong? No! I will not. I have better employment for my time and strength than such arguments would imply.... What, to the American slave, is your Fourth of July? I answer: a day that reveals to him, more than all other days in the year, the gross injustice and cruelty to which he is the constant victim. To him, your celebration is a sham; your boasted liberty, an unholy license; your national greatness, swelling vanity; your sounds of rejoicing are empty and heartless; your denunciation of tyrants, brass-fronted impudence; your shouts of liberty and equality, hollow mockery; your prayers and hymns, your sermons and thanksgivings, with all your religious parade and solemnity, are, to Him, mere bombast, fraud, deception, impiety, and hypocrisy-a thin veil to cover up crimes which would disgrace a nation of savages. There is not a nation of savages. There is not a nation on the earth guilty of practices more shocking and bloody than are the people of the United States at this very hour. Go where you may, search where you will, roam through all the monarchies and despotisms- of the Old World, travel through South America, search out every abuse, and when you have found the last, lay your facts by the side of the everyday practices of this nation, and you will say with me that, for revolting barbarity and shameless hypocrisy, America reigns without a rival. Obama is Coming by Paige Pender,Capital City 7th Grader

"Obama is Coming, what can I say,
Change is coming
And it started today.
I walk down the street
And enter the school.
I heard 'Oh Yes'
And 'This could be Cool.'
I asked My Friend what's
All the Drama?
She said He's coming,
Obama, Obama.
I smiled and laughed
And fell out My seat.
I got back up and stood to My feet.
Lights, Cameras,
Everything's here.
My eyes start to water.
I feel a tear.
Obama, Obama, He is The Man.
Obama, Obama, hoping I can
Shake His hand.
Obama, Obama, He is Heaven sent,
Obama, Obama,
My New President."

The Enterprise of Liberation! N'sinni Be! This is a True Story:

8 year old Star of YMCA YWCA Youth Co-ed 6-8 year old Soccer Team asks The Coach if His Cousin can join The Team mid-way through the season. Coach tells Him His Cousin's Parents must sign consent form 1st, Then His Cousin can join The Team as a Member of The YM-YWCA. Cousin's Parents show up at next Soccer Practice and confess Their Daughter Really wants to play but has no Soccer experience and just turned 9 years old, which makes Her inelligible for 3-5 and 6-8 year old's program. Since The Star's Terrible 2 year old Brother rutinely runs circles around Everyone else in practice, The Coach wins approval from YM-YWCA Authorities. Game-day! Coach notifies opponent Coach that Our New Player has just turned 9 and will play only if Opponent is willing to suspend strict enforcement of the rules. Opponent Coach reluctatly concedes(probably because at 9 years old She appears as tall as The Referee) The Star Shines and scores the 1st Goal and His inexperienced Cousin proceeds to run Circles around the competition to the consternation of the opposing Team's Parents Who berate the Referee with vehement protest throughout the Match. The New Girl asks The Coach if She can kick-off to start the 2nd half and The Coach gives the O.K. Our Team takes the pitch and to Everyone's Amazement, The New Girl kicks the Soccer ball from mid-field directly over the Goalie's Head straight into the Goal. Somehow The Coach sensed The New Girl's Zeal and followed the flight of the Soccer ball as it left Her foot...The Coach ran the entire length of the field followed by Her Parents Cheering and Screaming to encourage Her and Our Team...it seemed to happen in slow motion...No one had ever seen or heard of anything like this happening before and after The Celebration of Our Teams' Victory Her Mother asked The Coach, what just happened and why are You so elated? Her Nephew The Star was trying to explain to Her the impossibility of what We had All just witnessed and She asked The Coach how Her inexperienced Daughter Whom She had prevented from playing for half the season of incessant pleading had done the unimaginable in Her first game? Because No one told Her not to The Coach replied and Thanks for letting Her Join Our Team. The End.

Colony Collapse Disorder Rapture Rhyme Haiku Truth Flankuru

Glad Tidings and Warnings...Contents under pressure
Use as directed(B.F.A.M.A.R.T.E.A.S.E.)
Bad timing's for lemmings with false weights and measures
Uncalibrated(The Birds and The Bees)
Perfect Timing for Lovers to Fast and Pray
Hush...Dance...Trust and Obey(Confessing Tongues with Bowing Knees)

Are disappearing Honey Bees The Pre-Tribulation
Rapture Sign
Are Truth, Equal Rights, Justice Sweet as Ethiopian
Honey Wine
Barak's Name in Judges gives Us pause...
...Let Deborah enforce God's Laws...

PS. Flankuru is the Term for the Ancient African Farmstead where Craftsmen learned to make farm implements and furniture and Artisans began creating furniture and musical instruments and Artwork.

What Price Sovereignty? Ideal Society Students Root out Strange Fruit (AKA)

Ringing Endorsement Rogue Scholar Haiku
Opus Dei Through Chosen Few

View Constitutional Government
Through the Prism of Stigmata
Accountability means: In God We Trust!
All Others bring data
What a shame Enfranchisement
Ain't Sexy as Google for Government

HOSANNA! FIRE IN THE HOLE!HAIKU CARBON-BASED UNITS LOVE SOUL FOOD

WANT SAINTS TO PREACH 'BOUT EVERYTHING
BUT LIFE'S SOVEREIGN RIGHTS?...I AIN'T THE ONE
JUSTICE IS ALL ABOUT LIBERTY
AND RESPONSIBILITY HON
IDEAL SOCIETY'S JAH KINGDOM COME
FIREHOUSE BEATS FEAR LIKE A DRUM

MERE MORTALS ALWAYS UNDERESTIMATE
THE POWER OF PERFECT LOVE
WISE, STRONG, BEAUTIFUL MERCY SEAT OCTAVATE!
STEEL FIST IN VELVET GLOVE
CHARACTER BUILDING & DISASTER-PROOFING
ARE 1 AND THE SAME THING

FEAR'S LIKE A WHORE WHO SHARES
A SOUL'S HEART WITH 'AIRBODY & DEY MOMMA
LOVE'S LIKE RAHAB WHO DARES...
SAVING SOULS ON THE DARK HORSE LIKE OBAMA
LOVE'S GOT THE HANDLE...HATE'S GOT THE BLADE...
...MASS ENFRANCHISEMENT(C.P.) TIME...UPGRADE!

Basis of Power Promised Land Haiku Wealth Accumulators' View

Rapture Rhyme Provides Discipleship
To Find Words for What Matters Most
Planetary Conservatorship
Repossession-Prone Holy Ghost
We Only Live to Learn to Love...No Lesson's Greater
...OVULATOR!

Land is the Basis of Power, so Says
El Haj Malik El-Shabbazz
Like 2nd Hand Traces the Hour, Now Days
Filthy Rich Soil has Pazzaz
Integrity, Courage, Expertise
Eyes on The Prize...B.F.A.M.A.R.T.E.A.S.E.!

Love, Joy, Peace and Elbow Grease by Basic Black Eagle

If One diggs Deep enough...One Finds We're All Related to The Same 1! (AKA)AHA! Moment! AHOMETAQUIASAY! ENDLESS NOW IN' LaK'esh (OR)

Slow Dances With Prophetic Tongues Haiku
Eternal Moment Debut

Listen Up Ye Mighty Race
You can Accomplish what You Will...Ya' Heard!
Ideal Society for All on The House
Is nothing Sacred? Word!
Lucid Urgent Vivid Senior Moment
Rocks Love's Unbending Intent

PSA: Don't Get it Twisted! All Elders are Living Epistles! Just 'cause Y'all cain't even Decipher The Abstruce Cypher in Naked Truth don't go calling Elders out of Their Name like alzheirmer's Declarenbault Syndrome's Obsession Passionelle Patient Wanna-be's! Honey Please!

Love, Joy, Peace and Elbow Grease by for Empress Bernice and Family by Basic Black Eagle NAMASTE!

Fondly do We Hope...Fervently do We Pray...Scourge of war...Pass away! (AKA)Sulphur.Phosphorus.Oxygen.Nitrogen.Carbon.Helium.Xenon.Orgone(SPONCH XO)Or

When The East Wind Blows The Nagual Haiku
A Hush Fell Over The Room

Why don't Truth.gov Bubbles burst...
Liquid Oxygen's Current Heir Looms
Where does The Fire of Love Kindle 1st
...In The Heart of Man with a Womb's
Infinite Probabilities...Ankh Science
...Woman on Top...Silence...

Love, Joy, Peace and Elbow Grease by Basic Black Eagle



I Got a Right to Bear Arms, Head, Shoulders, Knees, Toes, Eyes, Ears, Mouth and Nose(AKA)

Dayton Pillow Talks Bedroom Eyes Haiku
Peace Process in Birthday Suit

Hosting World Peace Talks at Air Force Site
Sails Ship of State in foul weather
I'm Tryin' to Tell You I got a Right
To The Tree of Life Forever
Down Up Center North East West South
Fools' Judgment Proceeds from Their Own Mouth

PSA: "Not by Might...nor by Power...but by My Spirit I Overcome Them!"

Love, Joy, Peace and Elbow Grease by Basic Black Eagle