War Is A Dead End

The United States has become one dimensional. Everything is about war. Our leadership can never seem to handle problems any other way. When the early intruders wanted the land of the natives, they went to war and took it. When it was time to free the slaves, the masters had to go to war with each other. Right after that war ended, the losers waged war on the freed slaves. We are still fighting that war today. I should say that my community is being slaughtered because we will not fight back or withdraw from the battle field. Maybe it's because most of us do not know that we in a war. I can see why these Americans wage war for land and property, but they use war everywhere. When poverty rises the American wages a war on it. Too many drugs and they are waging a war on it. Cancer rates rise and the American wages war on it. With all of this war no problem ever gets solved and despair starts to soak into the society. It's not too long before the empire is falling apart. The best part about our crumbling society with its war mind is that we can build new societies with peace minds if we want to. KEEP THINKING!!!

The Peace Mind

I think that it is easy to be at peace. I take all the problems of the world and I break them down to their roots. I see what concepts are causing the destruction and I put the opposite concept in place so that the situation can be constructive. After doing this a few times, it becomes easy because there are not many fundamental concepts. Justice opposes injustice, Empathy opposes indifference, Unity opposes division, Freedom opposes slavery, Equality of chance opposes hierarchy, Creativity opposes stagnation. I always choose the constructive concept no matter what it may cost me physically. I know that this physical world is only a consequence of the non physical, so I like spending more time in the non physical world, the world of mind. Where other people see death as the end, I see it as an end. In other words death can be an ascension if I stay in the living concepts more often. The ultimate power comes when I am 100% in life concepts. This is the only thing worth growing towards. Everything else is minor. KEEP THINKING!  

Driving The Body

Once I knew I was energy animating this body, I became responsible about how I drive this body. I am in a black male body, so I am under constant attack by everyone. I have to get through the attacks from other black people. Many of them are layered in mental illness. I also have to convince other ethnic groups that I am not layered in the same mental illnesses as my physical brothers and sisters. I have to convince other ethnic people each time I see them because I could slip into the mental illness gang at any time. The more I grow as a non physical being, the more restrictions are put on my physical self. Black men are only seen as brutes, servants, or comic relief. I fit into none of these categories, so I am out here - free. Freedom is good for me, but physical bodies need groups to accomplish large actions. So I spend time trying to convince others that their real selves, animating energy, should be the driving force for all of their decisions. It is a hard sell, but what else can I do? I will eventually achieve ultimate freedom by leaving this body and that is when all will be completely well. KEEP THINKING!  

Heavy Skinded by Tim Conerson 2014

I'm a real good writer
But my people don't wanna read
I'm a real good thinker
But their brains have atrophied

I'm so heavy skinded
Carrying around a tower
I'm gonna need more muscles
I'm gonna need more power

I want more consciousness
Our manhood says be brutal
I want to hang with my brothers
Our manhood says shoot 'em

I'm so heavy skinded
Carrying around a tower
I'm gonna need more muscles
I'm gonna need more power

I want you to pick your skin up
So I don't have to drag mine
Get your melanin right
Then we'll all be fine

I'm so heavy skinded
Carrying around a tower
I'm gonna need more muscles
I'm gonna need more power
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Grind By Tim Conerson 2014

Let's not go back to your place
We got time to do more
Let me stare at your face
We got time to adore

I wanna do more than grind you up
I wanna take this long term
I wanna do more than grind you up
I got real love to confirm

Let's stroll a little while longer
It's such a nice day with you
Let's walk and talk
Right now it's just us two

I wanna do more than grind you up
I wanna take this long term
I wanna do more than grind you up
I got real love to confirm

When we get to your door
I'm gonna kiss and say goodnight
I'll call you when I get home
We'll talk until the sunlight

I wanna do more than grind you up
I wanna take this long term
I wanna do more than grind you up
I got real love to confirm
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Not Man Enough By Tim Conerson 2014

I don't hug hard enough
I don't kiss wet enough
I don't hold hands soft enough
I don't whisper sweet enough

I'm not good enough for my baby
I try to be a better man
I'm not good enough for my baby
But I am what I am what I am

I don't like enough
I don't love enough
I don't give enough
I don't want enough

I'm not good enough for my baby
I try to be a better man
I'm not good enough for my baby
But I am what I am what I am

I don't say thanks enough
I don't caress enough
I don't dare enough
I don't sing songs enough

I'm not good enough for my baby
I try to be a better man
I'm not good enough for my baby
But I am what I am what I am

Break Up By Tim Conerson (2014)

We had good years together
Now we drifted apart
My art could not sustain me
And high rents broke our hearts

Let's separate on good terms
I'll pack my things to leave
No need to scream and shout
Or make each other bleed

Love is still here between us
But love has no value no more
Not in this world of dollars
Our hearts no longer soar

Let's separate on good terms
I'll pack my things to leave
No need to scream and shout
Or make each other bleed

We talk and talk and talk more
We hug and kiss and care
But it makes no difference
'Cause our hearts are rubbed bare

Let's separate on good terms
I'll pack my things to leave
No need to scream and shout
Or make each other bleed
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What Happened By Tim Conerson 2014

We used to hold hands
We used to caress each other
We used to stare into our eyes
We used to back up one another

What happened to the love?
Love used to be here
Where is our peace of mind?
We’re filled with so much fear

We used to know each other
We used to share sugar and milk
We used to talk together
We used to trade cotton and silk

What happened to the love?
Love used to be here
Where is our peace of mind?
We’re filled with so much fear

We used to welcome strangers
We used to know near and far
We used to love our moon time
We used to know the stars

What happened to the love?
Love used to be here
Where is our peace of mind?
We’re filled with so much fear
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All I Have By Tim Conerson 2014

You took all my fear away
You took all my doubts away
Took all my mistrust away
Took my resistance away

Now love is all I have left
All I have is love for you
Now love is all I have left
Lovin' you is all I do

You took anxiety away
You took my depression away
Took baby mama drama away
Took I'm not good enough away

Now love is all I have left
All I have is love for you
Now love is all I have left
Lovin' you is all I do
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Touch By Tim Conerson (2014)

You got hair, flowing everywhere
It's stringy and it's thin
It bounces when you walk
It's jet black and sewn in

Let me touch it
I promise I won't hurt
Let me touch it
I promise I won't harm

I see your booty from over here
I wonder how it could be
Both so soft and so firm
It's magic and it's calling me

Let me touch it
I promise I won't hurt
Let me touch it
I promise I won't harm

Yo' nose and lips are so full
I wanna feel your heat on me
I wanna lock my hand with yours
so you can set me free

Let me touch it
I promise I won't hurt it
Let me touch it
I promise I won't harm
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Upper Room by Tim Conerson 2014

My brothers and sisters are dying
Like dominoes they fall
The bodies lay still before me
But I'm not sad at all

I'll meet them in the upper room
When I get there
I'll meet them in the upper room
Where the way is clear

Grandma and grandpa are gone
They made their last call
Uncle and auntie left me
But I'm not sad at all

I'll meet them in the upper room
When I get there
I'll meet them in the upper room
Where the way is clear

We're killed from the inside out
But I'm still standing tall
The number of slain keeps rising
But I'm not sad at all

I'll meet them in the upper room
When I get there
I'll meet them in the upper room
Where the way is clear
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Not Allowed

Little dark boy
As it stands
You are not allowed
To do a great many things
Not allowed
To make mistakes
As you develop
Not allowed
To control your self
If you serve the system
Not allowed
To care for other darks openly
You have one option
You can live free
Make your own system
For your own self
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Little Dark Girl

Dark boys should
Be aware of dark girls
They are wonderful beings
They are also trapped
Inside of fairy tales
They are the princess
You must be their prince
They will love you dark boy
And enjoy you at first
Once you penetrate their illusion
With your reality
They will never like you again
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All Is Not Lost By Tim Conerson 2013

The times are desperate
Many dangerous paths exists
They Are filled with snares and dead ends
But all is not lost
You can easily go inside of yourself
Wipe away poor choices
And lay a new path
A path of melanin without detours
That never has to end 
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Little Dark Boy by Tim Conerson 2013

Hey little dark boy
don't trust adults
most of them do no harm
but they do not help either
stand besides 2 dark friends
one of you will be a chattel slave
one of you just a servant
and the other will die
this is what the system
has prepared for dark boys
thousands of minds
work on your demise
do not fear or despair
little dark boy
for your mind has more power
than one million of theirs
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Slave Breeding

The males in the slave quarters are breeders. Almost all of us aspire to nothing more than having sex or toiling for our masters. Slave men show pride in the power of their sperm and the pride ends there. These men produce children every place that they go and move on to other situations. Sometimes the slave males will double back to have sex with their children's mothers. Sometimes these sexual episodes will produce another child. The best fathers will stay with one woman and one set of children, but most of them have children outside of their core families. Some slave men will work hard and send their children to schools, camps, and programs, but they hardly ever try to build places for any of us to use what we learn. DONATE

Slave Children 2015

It was not uncommon to see women pregnant at the same time as their daughters. Aunts and uncles grew up with their nephews and nieces. I had two friends who were younger than their nephews. It was a joke when my friends would tell their nephews to listen to them because they were the uncles. the two older nephews would punch their uncles and move on. The production of children in the slave quarters by men and women of all ages is important to the economy. Every slave child produces multiple jobs for other ethnic groups. For every slave child there is a: teacher, school psychologist, social worker, mental health counselor, correctional officer, probation and parole officer, rehab counselor, etc. Almost all of these professionals used to live outside of the slave quarters. Gentrification has brought other ethnic groups back into slave neighborhoods, but they still do not deal with their slave neighbors. A non slave will live next door to slaves physically, A thousand miles away in every other aspect of life. DONATE

Slave Boy's 2015

I was a sensitive child. Sensitive means soft in the slave quarters. My sister would punch me in the arm as lightly as she could to still make an effect. I was frail because food was scarce in the slave quarters for some of us. My sister loved me and did not want me to be destroyed by other boys in the slave quarters. She did not want for me to be feminine because I lived with all females. I learned how to fight and survive like all of the other boys in the slave quarters. My sister was always trying to correct my mother's mistakes. My mother committed one of the worse sins of the modern slave. She moved us to the low end of the slave quarters without preparation. Once we moved to the low end of the slave quarters the boys ganged up on me every chance they got to beat on me until they found other boys to beat down. I fought, but I never became as violent as the other boys. I knew that the violence was a state of our conditions and not who we were.

Slave Mama 2015

 My mother was an old style slave. She cleaned people’s houses and raised their children while my sisters and I were raising ourselves and each other as best we could. Dorothy was her bosses girl and was loaned to other women to do days work. The pay never covered our rent and food so we were homeless much of the time. Slave homelessness is a hard struggle for one simple fact, we were slaves and not seen as worthy of steady housing. My mother would shovel us from friend to friend until we wore out our welcomes. Eventually the city put us into a public housing building. These were the harsh slave quarters because it was where the city put us to get us out of the way and forget about us. We all felt like less than what we were and our parents felt awful for bringing us into a state of slavery. The depression took the fight out of us. We gave up on ourselves. We did not know that even dung can be rolled into something valuable. My mother died not knowing such things. She died poorer than she was born, leaving behind children that are battered adults because of slave life. For this reason my mama is a pitiful character who has my deepest sympathies. DONATE

President Donald Trump

If you think that Donald Trump cannot win the selections necessary to get into the White house, think again. Trump is  a megaphone for the United States at this point. Trump speaks for the hard core racists that are angry about the decline of white power. Trump speaks for the wealthy people that want to stay above the rest of us. Trump speaks for the people tired of the broken system that is dragged along by those who do not know that it is broken. Trump speaks for the people that want to see something happen in the United States and do not care if the bold act is good or bad. The news media loves Trump because he gives them so much content. Comedians love him for the same reason. Scholars love Trump because we can study our social reality through him. Donald Trump has just as much of a chance at the presidency as anyone else running for the position. If you underestimate Trump, you may find yourself shocked at the 2017 inaugural address. DONATE 

Black Radio

Black radio popped into my head for a minute. Martin Luther King Jr. Once talked about how important black radio was to the community. Black radio pushed music which was a part of our culture. It also got the word out about social events. In the past black talk radio was manned by journalists and or thinkers. It's ridiculous that there are so few women in black radio, but that's a different blog. Now black radio is almost entirely manned by male comedians. The message from the owners of radio stations is clear, our ethnic group is a joke. When a happy event happens, our radio hosts tell jokes. When a tragic event happens, our radio hosts tell jokes. Black people seem to want to laugh all the time. Maybe that is why we are always crying. We cry for our children slaughtered in the streets. We cry for our adults shackled in slave cells for decades. if you are black and you feel bad for any reason, just turn on the radio and laugh until you feel better. That is the African - American way. DONATE

The Importance Of A Journal Book

Sometimes an event will happen that makes my mind flow a certain way and I will write straight on to my blog page. Most of the time I use my notebook to write down ideas that I want to share with you. My notebook is easier to carry around than my computer. I also noticed that my ideas spread a certain way when I write in long hand. This may be because I am older and used to writing in long hand first before typing into the computer. Soon I will probably use my phone to write long hand before my blog. Soon after that I will probably use my phone to do it all. For now I still have my trusty pen and paper. Writing in my journal also helps me with my editing process. It is tough to be writer coming from the perspective of reality when your community is not supportive of the mind. A journal can also help to release frustrations that are blocking your mental expansion. Journals are cheap. If you can get free paper from school or the library and staple it to make your own journal, it can be free. Try out a journal and see if it helps you as much as it has helped me over the years. DONATE

A Change Is Gonna Come

I know many people that are going through the motions, hoping that something will change in their lives. I am fortunate in the sense that I know that my life will change soon. People like me, lovers of thought, cannot exist in an era where Oprah and Jay Z are considered the leading thinkers of their ethnic group. Either this society will change or we will fade away. Eventually we will fade out. Stupidity has become the ruling attitude in all aspects of life. Whole fields of energy are flickering out. I am producing more work because I see that our time is short and I want to leave as much work behind as possible. With all of that said, I still have space for a reality where we reverse social decay. DONATE

School Shooting In Oregon

Another school shooting has taken place. President Obama gave another speech about gun laws. We will ignore all of it again because we know that you cannot blame an object for what the person does with the object. The only thing that will save this empire is a shift in consciousness. We need to go from a plantation psychology to a village psychology. On this plantation only the slaves who produce wealth and the masters who control wealth matter. Everyone between has to keep the slaves down and the masters up. This way of being allows some to be brutal to others and brutality spreads throughout a society. Once brutality spreads many people began to think that it does not matter if I shoot you or you stab me. We need a village mind. This means that everyone in the empire is allowed to develop as far as they want. Villages includes everyone in their social visions of the present and for the future. We can stop these violent acts with a shift in consciousness, but we will not. Instead we will have another national debate about guns until the next shooting...DONATE 

Water On Mars

It does not surprise me that water is on Mars. I have always known that we cannot be the only so called advanced life in the cosmos. The water on Mars can mean that we are able to live there. It can also mean that advanced life might have lived there once and left. Maybe some beings got off of the planet, maybe they are all gone. So many possibilities rise when we think about the multiverse. It is exciting to learn about what is happening out there. I also think about how we must look to advanced beings in other parts of the cosmos. If they were to send probes to look at us, would they even want to visit? Our cosmic neighbors would see a species that devotes almost all of its inventions to destruction. We create things that could transform our species in the constructive and make weapons with those creations. I think that we will get our minds connected to the cosmic order again someday. I am not sure I will be experiencing it from here. DONATE