Michael, Blessed one, we send our'z to you and the fam, and we talked about your powerful words because most people in "The Struggle" dont realize that there is another struggle going on within the hearts of those of us outhere in street tibal warfare.
Bro, eve I questioned my own positive youth development work when I learned that two Black, and biological Brothers, not older than 23 years old, killed my dad in front of a store, he was 63 years old.
How could I continue to spill ink on behalf of a generation of youth that just stomped, and kicked the brains of my hero out his scull? Man, fuck them niggaz.
Im not Jesus, so forgiveness, and forgetfulness is not my position on the issue of black on black crime, Black Lives what?
However, like your niece, my hero loved deeply, and demanded the reales from society.
So, what real? We sometimes forget that African's had shield's and spear's long before enslavers set foot on the Continent, and they used them for more than just hunting for food, and protection from wild animals.
Si, if no manner of tribal warfare constituted an excuse for others to enslave, rape, and murder us in or near to 1619, then it must not be, and cannot be used against us today; for there will always be tribal conflict in our community.
(Dante Parker) 1 of 2
Sear's & Shield's (cont.)
We grieve with you out of love and respect, yet, in our past life, even we was enemies to eachother, and we are the only reason I just wrote the word, "was".
I want to bless you with the following words that helped me regain my ballance and continue this work, and pray that these words help you to struggle the concept of continuing not your amazing work.
"The search for security in conditions of oppression, the quest for personal harmony in circumstances of social violence, or the wish for private success at the cost of betraying collective aspirations, require little originality, and risk, because such efforts accept the status quo of oppression as immutable. Freedom requires new courage, new vision, and new commitments. The dehumanizing master without must be killed, at least psychologically, just as the slumberingslave within must be ejected. Neither can occur without willed, organized action. Both entail risking a psychological crisis and even physical death. For then and only then can a given generation of the oppresses effect change and reclaim their history."
NARMIR'S LETTER A Beautiful Day! Raylon & Comrade Bird September 11, 2016
Peace & Gods blessings Be upon your first and most important I extend my respects to both you brothers. I keep yall as well as you alls kin in my prayers. It is my hope 2 sticc around and maintain but you both know the nature of our surroundings, I'll try 2 make it bacc 2 (5yard). The situation with comrade Ray has been resolved and we have been cleared to be bacc on yard 2gether so that should not be a problem... Bro Im heart broken my writing spirit has been crushed last year while I was housed in a/c, my eldest niece was killed in some gangbangging shit. Bird you remember her I used to show you all her pictures. Well she got caught up homie she was gang bangging (Hoover) she got caught up in a murder & the dudes got bacc., taking her & her baby Daddy. Devastated me & my family. I've tried to write on some positive Blck unity & Im lost homie. My thoughts are (evil) white & plane. I hope 2 find my way bout right now my spirit aint in it. I still laugh & clown Im still the same wiz but somewhere deep lies an uglyness & its blocking my shine... On the real Raylon / Bird yall both know how much I use to pray its been a minute since my forehead touch the ground. Im angry, shit homie I quit smoking weed... I cant even enjoy being high because of my memories... In the mean time I got a lil work out routine. I dont do it to work the hate/ anger out. I do it to give the hate & anger something to hold on to. Its crazy Im 40 been on Death Row 20 years my niece 19, been on earth 19 years & gone but Im still here. Got to be a reason but its over my head... As I opened comrades I shall close Peace & Gods blessing be upon you I extend my respects to both you brothers. Peace to all the Lavells growing in the Hoods (Lavell killed 4 Oakland pigs) Sincerely with honor & love Mr. Michael Lamar Bramit aka Narmir (Larry Davis)
Hey Rob, sorry to hear about your recent troubles. This time of the year is tough on everybody, but your recent circumstances (your Mom, your daughter) must make it especially hard. Every Christmas, if I'm down, I force myself to watch "A Christmas Carol" (only the 1951 version, with Alastair Sim.) It's sounds corny, but it forces me to re-assess my life and what's important. Likewise, New Year's is just a date on a calendar, but it gives us a chance to start over, at least mentally. Although you may not think anyone is listening, many of us are, even if we go for stretches without responding. I hope your Christmas was as good as the circumstances allow and continue to wish you the best.
eastbay sea. Blood I didn't sign up for this. A man with no country, no family, no friends, no hood, no specific stimulate love for nothing! This all stems from not becoming a worthless snitch. Can't respect it, but I understand it, how the once rightous jumpship, but not I! Thank you for leaning me your ear si i can vent.
How do we console our parents, when it's apparent that our every declarant will remain unacknowledged, while our children acknowledge their own mortality, what reality can we boast of, what pride shall raise our chin, when the very color of our skin is an accusation that not even our wildest imagination would accept as an association with sin, my mirror dont lie, so the pain dont subside, when the reflection of the image that I see, staring back at me, mean mugs me with the recognition that I will more than likely die, at the hands of curruption and deceit, from the inner city police, leaving more mothers to reach, for the bucket and bleach, that they keep benieth the kitchen sink that they mix with tears as they clean the concrete of another brotha's blood, scrubbing and scourring with strength that remains from the love that we feel for our fallen son's, trying to wash the pain away, because no matter what, the inner city children still need somewhere to play, in the inner city
-Negasi Kamara (Squabbles) 8.20.16
(Ezell Ford) 2 of 2
No-Man's-Land (LaQuan McDonald)
Coming from outta the 30s with an mentality of a beast. To be loyal to the streets, loyal to my family, tru to myself and to never become a snitch! I've banged, slanged, hustled, traveled the world over on a regular. I have been known to go beast on a nigga. but i've never harm a soul who didn't try to harm me! But how do i get back at the state for kidnapping me and destroying my family... The once athlete/gangsta turn hustler who transition into a family man and a great father. Who is now, a deep dark lost soul with a heart of rage & diabolical thoughts without an outlet outside of this tuna can of cell. Well the state was supposed to protect me, protect my family but instead. Because I refuse to become the DA's snitch bitch, I get railroaded to be executed for being what I was groomed to be, a real nigga! Dont punish me because I did what you couldnt do as a kid and not snitch on other kids. Do you hear tha hurt in my tone, the pain in my words? My mom & G-mom pasted recently without seeing their innocent son freed, my babies has graduated college and gone on to have babies without me. Thirsty for retaliation against the state fills every micro- fibers that dwells through my cells throughout my body. Can anybody hear the beast battle cry for help. I've been abandonned disscarded and even used as a political tool. For a nigga that bang 30s all over the world this is the thanks I get locked in a box with the key thrown in the
First you relieved me of my native land then raped, pillaged, and plundered every grain of sand so please forgive me, if I don't understand.
You have enslaved me in every way broken my back and crushed my will every single day but this is not enough, so much more there is to say.
You have torn my kingdom from my bloody hands robbed my palace, and savored the fruit of my lands so forgive me again, if I fail to understand.
You have placed a veil over my eyes denied my right to claim all that lay beneath the stars but to even the blind, the truth is still clear to see.
You have sought to seize all that I had look with disgrace, as if to say, I, drove you mad, victim of such fates, I should be anything but glad.
How could you hide what stood before, yet you still retain the arrogant audacity, to cup your hands, and demand that I give you more?
Tell me, what fresh hell is this wretchedness, that continuosly persisted throughout the years, yet has failed to extinguish it's burning desire, to terminate every single trace of my existence?
The dreams of the democracy that we inherited echos the sounds of freedom that have been parroted by our surrogate fathers, filling the voids that fear has left in our subconscious, by an authority that has no concious, and is unable to express remorse
So what course of action must we partake in, as we we take in, the continuosly ridiculous number of dead black men, leaving our mothers to bleach the concrete clean of blood, scrubbing and scouring with the strength that remains of this love, that we feel for our fallen son's.
What new level of degradation and demoralization must we accept in the process of dehumanization, what new low must we allow to embrace us, before we wake up, looking city to city, and state to state, as hate falsifies its credentials, and murder's deemed coincidential, live out conclussions that justify the means of their illusions, making irrelevance of the victims that testify from the graves, the young, the black, the strong and brave.
I look to my community for answers to the questions consuming me about the disillusion of unity in a world attempting to segregate us from the respect of our innerspirit, the spirit of persistence, embracing resistance, with audacity, and such tenacity, that the Angels descend and stand at attention, suppressing the contention that moves them to tears of disbelief, where is our belief.
Phew! That was quite a lot. Of course, there are lots of details and considerations I left out. I love talking about philosophy with my friends, who often have quite insightful comments to add. I would like to know what you think about all this: whether it is plausible, incorrect, fascinating, outrageous, &c. This is a perennially enriching subject. Alright, that’s all for now. I hope it’s not too cold where you’re at. Parts of the Midwest are starting to get their first serious freezing. Take care now, and have a pleasant evening.
If we decide that an actual infinity does not exist, then the causal chain, which ends in the universe’s creation, cannot extend back forever. It must end somewhere. What should the stopping point be? Recall my earlier argument: the cause of the universe must be personal; many people call it “G-d”. Now, should we stop there, and say G-d never came into being? For if He did come into being, then He must have a cause; and if G-d’s cause came into being, then it too must have a cause. Since there are no actual infinities, it must be that our chain stops somewhere. Well then, why not just stop it at G-d? We can’t stop it at the universe, since we know the universe came into being. We could postulate entities in the causal chain beyond G-d, but why should we do so? As a general “epistemological” point, it is often a good idea to eliminate unnecessary explanatory entities. For instance, when you explain why the paper is in the trash, you usually explain it by referencing a single person or thing that threw it away. Of course, it is possible that there were twenty people who took turns throwing the paper away, taking it out, and throwing it in the trash again. It seems, though, that this extra explanatory machinery does not add much; it seems the more justified, warranted, reasonable belief is the simpler one, at least in this case. You may have heard of this principle referred to as “Occam’s Razor”, which states that among theories of equal explanatory power, the simpler one should be chosen. (The theist will hold that atheism, though potentially simpler, does not have the same explanatory power as theism; and so atheism cannot be justified by appealing to Occam’s Razor alone.) Finally, it seems we could apply Occam’s Razor to argue that the causal chain stops at G-d. It is simpler to believe in just one supernatural being in the causal chain. There may be multiple beings “behind” G-d in the chain, but postulating them does not seem to add any extra explanatory power – hence, postulating them seems unwarranted, unjustified, unreasonable as a theory of reality.
Here is another example. Suppose you have two planets revolving around a sun. Planet A revolves twice as fast as Planet B. When Plant B revolves once, Planet A has revolved twice. When Planet B revolves twice, Planet A has revolved four times. When Planet B revolves four times, Planet A has revolved eight times. So on and so forth. It seems that Planet A will always do more revolutions than Planet B.
Now, if we assume an actually infinite number of things is possible, then it is possible to have time extend infinitely backwards. Let us suppose Planets A and B have been revolving around their sun from infinity backwards to the present. If we measure, in the present, each planet’s number of revolutions, then each has revolved an infinite number of times. In other words, each planet has revolved the same number of times. This is true, even though Planet A revolves twice as fast as Planet B, and on that account should have done more revolutions than Planet B! Again, though this might not be a strict logical inconsistency, it nevertheless amounts to some sort of metaphysical absurdity, something a normal person may doubt, or even reject on the basis of real-life experience.
In sum, if there is an actually infinite number of things, then it seems such an existence would lead to metaphysical absurdities of the kinds described. And it seems such metaphysical absurdities cannot occur. Of course, there are plenty of considerate and thoughtful people who believe that there is an actually infinite number of things. I leave it to you to judge the persuasive force of these points.
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Michael,
Blessed one, we send our'z to you and the fam, and we talked about your
powerful words because most people in "The Struggle" dont realize that there
is another struggle going on within the hearts of those of us outhere in
street tibal warfare.
Bro, eve I questioned my own positive youth development work when I learned
that two Black, and biological Brothers, not older than 23 years old, killed
my dad in front of a store, he was 63 years old.
How could I continue to spill ink on behalf of a generation of youth that
just stomped, and kicked the brains of my hero out his scull? Man, fuck
them niggaz.
Im not Jesus, so forgiveness, and forgetfulness is not my position on the
issue of black on black crime, Black Lives what?
However, like your niece, my hero loved deeply, and demanded the reales
from society.
So, what real? We sometimes forget that African's had shield's and spear's
long before enslavers set foot on the Continent, and they used them for
more than just hunting for food, and protection from wild animals.
Si, if no manner of tribal warfare constituted an excuse for others to
enslave, rape, and murder us in or near to 1619, then it must not be, and
cannot be used against us today; for there will always be tribal conflict
in our community.
(Dante Parker)
1 of 2
Sear's & Shield's (cont.)
We grieve with you out of love and respect, yet, in our past life, even
we was enemies to eachother, and we are the only reason I just wrote the
word, "was".
I want to bless you with the following words that helped me regain my
ballance and continue this work, and pray that these words help you to
struggle the concept of continuing not your amazing work.
"The search for security in conditions of
oppression, the quest for personal harmony
in circumstances of social violence, or
the wish for private success at the cost
of betraying collective aspirations, require
little originality, and risk, because such
efforts accept the status quo of oppression
as immutable. Freedom requires new courage,
new vision, and new commitments. The
dehumanizing master without must be killed,
at least psychologically, just as the
slumberingslave within must be ejected.
Neither can occur without willed, organized
action. Both entail risking a psychological
crisis and even physical death. For then
and only then can a given generation of the
oppresses effect change and reclaim their
history."
-Frantz Fanon
A Beautiful Day!
Raylon & Comrade Bird September 11, 2016
Peace & Gods blessings Be upon your first and most important I extend my respects
to both you brothers. I keep yall as well as you alls kin in my prayers. It is
my hope 2 sticc around and maintain but you both know the nature of our
surroundings, I'll try 2 make it bacc 2 (5yard). The situation with comrade Ray
has been resolved and we have been cleared to be bacc on yard 2gether so that
should not be a problem...
Bro Im heart broken my writing spirit has been crushed last year while
I was housed in a/c, my eldest niece was killed in some gangbangging
shit. Bird you remember her I used to show you all her pictures.
Well she got caught up homie she was gang bangging (Hoover) she got
caught up in a murder & the dudes got bacc., taking her & her baby Daddy.
Devastated me & my family. I've tried to write on some positive
Blck unity & Im lost homie. My thoughts are (evil) white & plane. I hope
2 find my way bout right now my spirit aint in it. I still laugh & clown
Im still the same wiz but somewhere deep lies an uglyness & its blocking my
shine... On the real Raylon / Bird yall both know how much I use to pray
its been a minute since my forehead touch the ground. Im angry, shit
homie I quit smoking weed... I cant even enjoy being high because of my
memories...
In the mean time I got a lil work out routine. I dont do it to work the hate/
anger out. I do it to give the hate & anger something to hold on to. Its
crazy Im 40 been on Death Row 20 years my niece 19, been on earth
19 years & gone but Im still here. Got to be a reason but its over my
head...
As I opened comrades I shall close Peace & Gods blessing be upon you
I extend my respects to both you brothers. Peace to all the Lavells growing
in the Hoods (Lavell killed 4 Oakland pigs) Sincerely with honor & love
Mr. Michael Lamar Bramit aka Narmir
(Larry Davis)
Bill
No Man's Land (cont.)
eastbay sea. Blood I didn't sign up for this. A man with
no country, no family, no friends, no hood, no specific
stimulate love for nothing! This all stems from not becoming
a worthless snitch. Can't respect it, but I understand it,
how the once rightous jumpship, but not I! Thank you for
leaning me your ear si i can vent.
The face of a nomadic in a no-man's-land
ONE
Big Rock
(Gavin Long)
2 of 2
How do we console our parents, when it's
apparent that our every declarant will remain
unacknowledged, while our children acknowledge
their own mortality, what reality can we boast of,
what pride shall raise our chin, when the
very color of our skin is an accusation that
not even our wildest imagination would accept
as an association with sin, my mirror dont lie,
so the pain dont subside, when the reflection of
the image that I see, staring back at me,
mean mugs me with the recognition that I will more than
likely die, at the hands of curruption and deceit,
from the inner city police, leaving more mothers
to reach, for the bucket and bleach, that they keep
benieth the kitchen sink that they mix with tears
as they clean the concrete of another brotha's blood,
scrubbing and scourring with strength that
remains from the love that we feel for our fallen son's,
trying to wash the pain away, because no matter what,
the inner city children still need somewhere to play,
in the inner city
-Negasi Kamara
(Squabbles)
8.20.16
(Ezell Ford)
2 of 2
No-Man's-Land (LaQuan McDonald)
Coming from outta the 30s with an mentality of a beast. To be
loyal to the streets, loyal to my family, tru to myself and
to never become a snitch! I've banged, slanged, hustled,
traveled the world over on a regular. I have been known to
go beast on a nigga. but i've never harm a soul who didn't try
to harm me! But how do i get back at the state for kidnapping
me and destroying my family... The once athlete/gangsta turn
hustler who transition into a family man and a great father.
Who is now, a deep dark lost soul with a heart of rage &
diabolical thoughts without an outlet outside of this tuna can
of cell. Well the state was supposed to protect me, protect
my family but instead. Because I refuse to become the DA's
snitch bitch, I get railroaded to be executed for being what
I was groomed to be, a real nigga! Dont punish me because I
did what you couldnt do as a kid and not snitch on other kids.
Do you hear tha hurt in my tone, the pain in my words? My mom &
G-mom pasted recently without seeing their innocent son freed,
my babies has graduated college and gone on to have babies
without me.
Thirsty for retaliation against the state fills every micro-
fibers that dwells through my cells throughout my body.
Can anybody hear the beast battle cry for help. I've been
abandonned disscarded and even used as a political tool.
For a nigga that bang 30s all over the world this is the
thanks I get locked in a box with the key thrown in the
1 of 1
Audacious Demand
Tell me, is there nothing left?
First you relieved me of my native land
then raped, pillaged, and plundered every grain of sand
so please forgive me, if I don't understand.
You have enslaved me in every way
broken my back and crushed my will every single day
but this is not enough, so much more there is to say.
You have torn my kingdom from my bloody hands
robbed my palace, and savored the fruit of my lands
so forgive me again, if I fail to understand.
You have placed a veil over my eyes
denied my right to claim all that lay beneath the stars
but to even the blind, the truth is still clear to see.
You have sought to seize all that I had
look with disgrace, as if to say, I, drove you mad,
victim of such fates, I should be anything but glad.
How could you hide what stood before,
yet you still retain the arrogant audacity,
to cup your hands, and demand that I give you more?
Tell me, what fresh hell is this wretchedness,
that continuosly persisted throughout the years,
yet has failed to extinguish it's burning desire,
to terminate every single trace of my existence?
by: Kesaun "Sycko" Sykes
© 2016
(Raheim Brown)
1 of 1
Where the Children Play 1 of 2
The dreams of the democracy that we inherited
echos the sounds of freedom that have been parroted
by our surrogate fathers, filling the voids that
fear has left in our subconscious, by an authority
that has no concious, and is unable to express remorse
So what course of action must we partake in, as we
we take in, the continuosly ridiculous number of
dead black men, leaving our mothers to bleach
the concrete clean of blood, scrubbing and scouring
with the strength that remains of this love, that we
feel for our fallen son's.
What new level of degradation and demoralization
must we accept in the process of dehumanization, what
new low must we allow to embrace us, before we
wake up, looking city to city, and state to state,
as hate falsifies its credentials, and murder's
deemed coincidential, live out conclussions that justify
the means of their illusions, making irrelevance
of the victims that testify from the graves, the young,
the black, the strong and brave.
I look to my community for answers to the questions
consuming me about the disillusion of unity in a world
attempting to segregate us from the respect of our innerspirit,
the spirit of persistence, embracing resistance,
with audacity, and such tenacity, that the Angels
descend and stand at attention, suppressing the contention
that moves them to tears of disbelief, where is our belief.
(Lavell Mixson)
1 of 2
Alright, that’s all for now. I hope it’s not too cold where you’re at. Parts of the Midwest are starting to get their first serious freezing. Take care now, and have a pleasant evening.
Peace,
Calhoun25
Now, if we assume an actually infinite number of things is possible, then it is possible to have time extend infinitely backwards. Let us suppose Planets A and B have been revolving around their sun from infinity backwards to the present. If we measure, in the present, each planet’s number of revolutions, then each has revolved an infinite number of times. In other words, each planet has revolved the same number of times. This is true, even though Planet A revolves twice as fast as Planet B, and on that account should have done more revolutions than Planet B! Again, though this might not be a strict logical inconsistency, it nevertheless amounts to some sort of metaphysical absurdity, something a normal person may doubt, or even reject on the basis of real-life experience.
In sum, if there is an actually infinite number of things, then it seems such an existence would lead to metaphysical absurdities of the kinds described. And it seems such metaphysical absurdities cannot occur. Of course, there are plenty of considerate and thoughtful people who believe that there is an actually infinite number of things. I leave it to you to judge the persuasive force of these points.