“EXCLUSIVE” ARCHIVES OF A BLACK (AN EXCERPT ENTITLED): “MY THOUGHTS UNLEASHED”

ARCHIVES OF A BLACK MAN Written by Antonio Moses

ARCHIVES OF A BLACK MAN is a book of spoken word, essays and poetry written by an up and coming author named Antonio Moses share this video with your friends and family. It is an excerpt from book, which is one of many pieces you’ll fall in love with. (Book Trailer) Some of the best spoken word you’ll hear. Visit Antonio Moses author page at: www.antoniomoses.com and buy his book RITA (The Sole Survivor) on Ashanti Publishing Group www.ashantipublishinggroup.com  You can also drop Antonio a line and he will personally respond to you at: sales@antoniomoses.com. Let me know what you think of the proposed cover and if you have any suggestions please feel free to forward them to me. Don’t worry I have thick skin.

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SO WHO IS WILLING TO BITE THIS BULLET?

This bullet represents something more than change. It can take life, tempered by persuasion  or it can protect us IF given the right circumstances. It is fashioned by steel to sit in the palm of your hand and in the blink of an eye, it can take the life of a man. A bullets edges are smooth and cold to the touch  but it’s core is soft, wrapped in a sheet of steel to keep it warm. It has single handily claimed more lives than HATE but rather than awarding the bullet for it’s accomplishments, lobbyist do every thing they can to down play the bullets involvement. So then if we taxed it and placed price tags on them like a Lamborghini then fewer people will be able to afford them. RIGHT?

Now who is up for the challenge, to stand down on fate? Years of repetition on call and I still can’t wait. Poverty is nothing more than a bi-product of greed instituted by a system to amass wealth. Pious men have gone to great lengths  to expose the charade. But Despite our efforts to get involved we’re often labelled socialist and placed on watch list. Don’t you find it ironic that the men who founded this country rebelled against a system which made them obsolete. Thus, the UNITED STATES was formed.

I am getting a little tired of the long drawn out interviews, coffee spills in the morning and having to say grace, dropped calls, crowded malls and walking up a never ending staircase. By chance we met under the guise of fate and by choice I dedicate my efforts to redefine my calling of late. Mass appeal can sometime distract us from our purpose,  with its motives and water down excuses about life and as long as I have the courage I can handle the fight. Illuminati, Masonry, are but a few pawns used in the larger scheme of things to control the center of the board. The more OBJECTS we acquire, leaves our castle vulnerable and we never stop long enough to take into account the material imbalance it causes in our lives. And before we realize it, we find ourselves in an endgame without the support of our most valuable piece.  THE QUEEN. Then like common thieves we find ourselves in a foot race to regain what we so carelessly gave away.

So what’s new?  Mass shootings, Reality Shows, a grid locked administration and an increasing unemployment rate. To make matters worst the government is all up in my business trying to tell me what healthcare provider is best for me. I don’t profess to be a politician, although I do admire a good debate. All this talk about global warming and building a wait station out in space has got me perplexed and the CDC is hellbent on trying to convince me that I’m next.

Democracy has a tendency of committing suicide. My question is if we are a Republic, then why on gods green earth are we spreading Democracy around the globe? It’s something about mob rule that just doesn’t sit right with me. So how do we place the power back into the hands of “The People?” This may be accomplished by resolved through putting an end to the alienation between people created by the institution of private property.

The overly abstract and ideal conception of the world represented by philosophy. Each word nothing more than an abstract mystification of the actual force. It can be found where ideas and institutions are balanced “a concept interwoven with outdated activity and material intercourse of men and appear to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing. This falls somewhere between a deliberate act of Genocide and an Inferiority Complex this country inherited. Now here we are celebrating your independence when we’re all depended on pot. Forget about the 40 acres or the window from which I use to gaze upon a lot. I hate to be the one to put the crème in your red white and blue. So if it was my choice to choose who bites this bullet between us, It would have to be you.

Maestro Speaks

THE ESSENCE OF A PAINTING

Naturally Beautiful

THE ESSENCE OF A PAINTING

I can identify with this portrait in so many different ways.

The unique brushwork itself, projects the contrast between the

intense energy of living in process and the natural chain of

events that lead me to this very point. Harmony stand beside

me interpreting the scene on it’s own terms. Each stroke of his

technique is fluent and natural as the lift beneath a butterfly

wings on a cool Spring day.

Each color make the plants and willow leaves come to life,

but aged with vigor and spice they create vivid pastels that

mask the terrains in a way that only a few of us would dare

to comprehend.  Miraculously I can vision huge weeping willow

trees bending gracefully beneath a mountain’s peak, right next

to fishes swimming in the spirit nourished streams that flow

over rocks and sand, between trees and soil, beneath clouds

and rain, far far beyond the great lakes…Somewhere hidden

behind the jagged cliffs which lie silently beside fields of hope

that stretches as far as the eye can see.

The rainbows translucent essence enhances the artist touch,

which allows the ultra violet rays of the sun to praise natures

mild intent.  The order is quickly extinguished by urban tapestry

and lights; thus, we speak of sculpture, literature and music as

a source of expression. Vaguely can I recall a time in my simple

existence of such beauty and mystic. Or a song filled with passion

or a whisper so sweet.

This picture reminds me of a time in my life when I wasn’t

really sure. It’s the anchor of a play, a fisher’s lure. Such a

conversation piece at a period when man has digressed, my

confidence saved by nobleness. Should I stand against this?

My dying pain…my only wish. It brings me sadness when rains

in contrast, from harm to bliss. Will the colors fade off the canvas

of life? Will I count the waves from a pier tonight?

On an evening exact, I’ve been called to speak. Not to criticize

my fellow man from his faults or to ridicule his speech. A cause

to be free, as I lapse back in time. I can feel a virgin in the wind and

taste the passion of her mind. At last, I pray alone on my knees adrift’

at night, and watch the sunrise as it sleeps on the horizon…i dare recite.

Maestro

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