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Wednesday, April 24, 2019

Bird Box

"during those days, people will seek death but they will never find it" Revelation 9:6

'The essence of life is death. This is because its only in death that we source the importance of time and it's limited capacity.

So banging ones head on a glass wall or simply walking into a burning car because you ”see” the truth doesn't mean you will be accepted in death.

No one that kills on the seas deserves a grave on land. Yet the ark carrying ancient human cargo did just that; buried the owner of all lands in water, and gave evil land.

Winter is coming.

Scenes of that movie attempt to erase the sins of those that lay claim to present day racial supremacy, just because they carried some children down a river. Or a pair of souls over some waters in order to split it. Read correctly, the red waters parted but not water.

Mixed kids of identies unseen that one must be blind to identify. See, when you separate a soul from it's grave, it's place of dreams, the essence of what existence means is translated into.......well,......

What's a dream if not creative thought?!'

mitishamba ~ divine verbiage
'the green word'

Saturday, April 20, 2019

The Slave, mastered

"if the shoe fits without you wearing it, someone is using your feet." a mitishamba proverb.

'Who really was the slave when the conscious of the world went West?! 

History, or more specifically Northern Hemisphere languages narrate all of Africa into that existence; African slaves. Went even steps further to ensure the skin of the tiller identified with its soil. Dirt. Mud. Black dirt. In summary, something all tread on. These articulated records showcase the wit, grit, and outright will of a people that  swooped South like an Eagle at an unsuspecting fish..........



It is at this juncture that a thinking man such as myself ponders whether the birds, being hunters of the waters' surface, seem to want to communicate their rising fears. A scarcity of meals. Land preditors having scoured the bottom of the ocean, they are rising to do so on land.

A purpose filled life. A man of war will transport himself to the battlefield by any means necessary. Even warring himself. To the peaceful hearted, don't fear your mind. It is in your ability to navigate thought that allowed this brutal energy it's place in books. Take heart, those in the waters see the sky more clearly.

Fear from an enemy is pleasure to a warrior.


                    [rough draft]

  

Tuesday, March 19, 2019

dear blacks

"sometimes it's good to uproot a plant, so you can pray over it's soil for the well being of any of its seeds.

may any well or spring, waterfall or beach, every granule of silt feel your absence as you tilt.

 now fully grown with a heartful build, built on many waters and wooden sticks.

oops ships.

 the lantern of sheep. unaware that a tree is a mound of land, or a heap.

packed with years of ingesting the collective conscious of its surroundings, some call it chlorophyll.....
                    ............"

a plant split the sea ~ unfinished merchants

mitishamba
"green lights"

Friday, February 22, 2019

two cents.

'in my opinion, the third thought is up for trade.

 But, cost of production requires more than two thirds the process it takes to construct the present traders' profit margin that's at stake.

 Before you can process the losses being accumulated, I must state that to begin with, the idea of human trade was just that, an existence of space.

 Means that all that is built on an unfinished platform isn't safe. lest it be forgotten, left behind, or simply classified as the age of the slave.

 Yet many took the step.

 A leap for the tree in the middle, as some books would say. It was the first time that white existence could exert fear after millions and millions of years of living with a dark face.

Anyway, there comes a time when the idea of physical competition becomes extinct or rather, fake.

Here is where there's the lack of bliss; ignorance ignored, molded, perceptions lacking a hardened existence of opinions-turned base.

  Termed new findings, but ancient to any afrikan Sage.

 The destruction of a foundation, roots, then ascribe a deserted land to a singular race.

However, all that live will know how many double antendras one can couple with a reality that constricts dual existence into a singular phrase.

God.

 Oh lawd.

 Oh how god can multiply the individual idea of capitalizing on toungues into familial existence. Or simply, a gauge.

 A measure placed on the hefty value of, from that whole Book, just a page.

 I, Ishmael Mitishamba, send a Paige.'

Mitishamba ~ no slave in my blood
'green lineage'

Thursday, February 14, 2019

Fear in heights! 4 fifths of one.

There's an idea that exists that belongs to me. I am He. Look, as the diagrams heat and my soul depletes I can't find any cost worth to keep discreet. But just one price I am unwilling to pay to give any person a chance to surmise what I am saying. Living on the margins of life, a pure economist, yet disappointed that the present structure is nothing but pray. Gambling lives away. Saying that it is god who went astray. To lead you, as His son to live for death so that you can be nothing but prey. Hunted by the beutiful certainty of eventual nonexistance, where to the living it's an argument that's grey. Not black and white because at the end of it all it is energy I have transferred into Her preexisting fort. Or so I say. And so to begin with, I told Her words, She saved. Maybe She wrote, or what She wrote turned Her work against all grains. Even when it rained. On and on I sway into Her presence which She betrays. All I know are books.

Mitishamba ~ words don't decay.
"the green act"

Wednesday, December 12, 2018

the bell tolls

".....because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee." John Donne (1572-1631).

'the jingle goes ho ho ho I'm here for your salvation you children of the army of god?! time donated by a single reminder; the bell tolls. jingle jingle! the shepherd knows. see, in the jungle, if an animal needed to be tamed; jingle jingle! maimed, ahem branded; jingle! the bells do keep a herd together. or maybe the reindeer need to be occupied every now and again....." Ishmael Mitishamba (1985-1585)

Mitishamba ~ breaking history
one green at a time