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THE JOURNEYMAN (JOURNAL # 1)

Posted by Dasun Allah on November 12, 2007

As we travel through BABYLON’S HAMELIN, playing our pipes, so much ground has BEN covered as we gallop on four TROJAN HORSES of apocalyptic, apocryphal truth making mice of men and eagles out of chickens. In this day and age as FYAH MEN heat up spots and BLUE MEN groups perform theatrics for their COUSINS, it is refreshing to be a part of the decoding work, the unfreezing of a world stuck in a wardrobe. I am the LION.

Animated wheel

It’s funny how “I ain’t lying” is an expression in the “skreets.” They don’t know how truthful those words are. Many of us are far from Lion. It’s good that tomcats admit it. That’s all most of us are doing. Tomcatting, chasing the puss in hooker boots. Meanwhile, the pussycats are getting their eagle on.

It reminds me of when slang for money was ENDS. That’s really fucked up backward thinking. Money isn’t an end. It isn’t an objective. It is a tool. It is a means. It is a useful energy when properly administered, thus currency can be seen as an electrical current. On this river the power of commerce flows. But it is not an END. It is a MEANS. Money can’t buy you happiness, but it is a means of acquiring those things that do. It is a tool of trade. I need it to buy my bricks, and when the temple is built. I shall give thanks and praise to I N I industry.

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SUGAR HONEY ICED TEA

Posted by Dasun Allah on October 25, 2007

Depictions and descriptions written on the foreheads of victims smitten / See verbal vixens and sex kittens cruising on a carnal crucifixion mission / college shotLayered thought / Green North moss fought / we balk at white chalk / When this red-tailed hawk squawks / angels swarm and storm the devil’s forts / Krazo Loco like Destro / Cobra’s Cobo / Cobo Bobo / Awesome powers of the mojo we the / spooks who shagged by the door of final war / Abaddon Don Quinteson sick with psychosis / Can bring dem sharktikons or the scorpions and locusts / X-man as if I’ve been in the 7 temple / Mind detect mind is teaching real and keeping simple / Slick with the sword slay / syndicated sluts and media whores / Harvest is great / handle chores and worlds are yore forever moors.

[cobo bobo] is first and foremost a creative, artistic energy and CULTURAL MOVEMENT.

It is a style of expression, a naturalistic mode of thinking, a celebration of NATURAL MYSTICAL living. [cobo bobo] is CHI, BA, and KA. It is divine force, ETHER. It is FIRE-WRITING, EARTH-QUAKING, WIND-TALKING and LIFE-WATER BEARING.

In its fullest simplicity as a CONCEPT, it is a movement of RIGHTEOUSNESS. ZION LIONS in GOAT clothing. CRAZY WOLVES at the service of the SHEPHERD.

A COBO BOBO can be likened to a front line SOULJAH in the midst of ARMAGEDDON. They can be initiates into a secret, ancient and mystical warrior society that EXISTS ONLY IN THE SPIRIT of knowledge, wisdom, sound drum and music of THE WAR NOT AGAINST THE FLESH.

They can be the JOHNNY APPLESEEDS of truth, power and justice and fruit of the HOUSE OF DAVID. They are likened to the MASONS of the foundations of a newly restored ANCIENT sovereignty. They aspire to a tribe among TRIBES SEALED, within tribes sealed, and a tribe sealed unto the UNIVERSAL solve reign.

A [cobo bobo] can be the essence of the ANGELS OF THE SEVEN SEALS. It is specifically an inspiration of the fifth angel, the keeper of the abyss, ABADDON or APOLLYON. Known as the DESTROYER as CHRIST the KRISHNA is CRUSHER or as the MADHI leads the armies as MICHAEL leads the army of armies.

COBO as a BIRD OF HEAVEN is synonymous with the CROW and RAVEN in Native mythology, and by extension the EAGLE, the HAWK, FALCON and CONDOR. All ultimately represent the PHOENIX, THE SUN BIRD, THE FIRE BIRD, THE DRAGON. They are DEATH-EATERS and thus clear the pathways of LIFE. EYEBALLS of the OPPRESSOR are promised them as LORD’S EVENING MEAL.

BOBO is inspired by the BOBO ASHANTI order of RASTAFARI as shepherded by MATTHEW 1:23. I AM I-MAN IMMAN U-EL

[cobo bobo]

Spooks who stand by the door.
Spooks who kick in the door.
Spooks who burn down the whore.
LOON WOLVES WHO WASH UP
LIKE WHALES UPON YORE SURE

Blasted by a
middle passage
for at least three breaths
held captive
reckless eyeballed the irises
seeking symbols(cymbals?) of raptures
INI roar and roam with raptors
organized into leagues under seas
and Cesar’s siege
despite pleas for peace
in leaves of chapters
I’m playwright not the actor
A director with a grip
Tru blue cuz it’s a trip
Cobo Bobo Abaddon
From the crib(carib?) to the crypt(egypt?)…

[cobo bobo]

UNIKRON DON ABADDON DON DADA!

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