She bad the eyes of an angel So much so I never saw her angle Until it was too late And could’ve been a timeless love became my greats mistake
There’s a thin line, between love and hate That’s true indeed but only when somebody’s love is fake
In the beginning, I welcomed her into my place Opened arms, no alarms just us and our place Our love Our time together despite the weather We went for long walks Had all of those long talks Shared vision and dreams And once, she even let kiss all of her insecurities I mean my love, runs deep Like it’s meant to be Like you watched over by someone with the proper energy
Now, I’m not sure if she was ever really into me Cause I’m my eyes we were a team but in hers it was still her and then me
Separation, that became distinct When she got pregnant and instead of marriage, she chose to leave
We had a plan we first found out and I asked her what do you need What do you want She said a bunch of bullshit about being a veterinarian but it was all just front
I upgraded from a futon to king size bed Got a playstation and some other stuff to ease her mind while she pregnant Found two schools she could go to, to became a veterinarian Even a couple mentors to help and then
She was gone Could hardly get her on the phone Wasn’t called when had the baby Leaving messages like I ain’t heard from you lately
Just to be served with child support papers, shit almost drove me crazy I mean once upon a time Angel Eyez was my Lady
Now I feel like my child was used as collateral by a baby stealing bitch And a part of our government that destroys families for financial incent And it’s like even if that wasn’t her intent It couldn’t have been done without her consent And I went from a sucker for love, to trust no bitch
PS: I wrote this poem as a way to kind of work through all of the pain from the BS I’ve been through in regards to this situation. I shared it so the other young brothers will be aware of the fact that there are women out there who will make you think they love you, then switch up as soon as they get pregnant and you won’t hear from them again until your being served with child support papers. #TrueStory.
Thank You Heavenly Father for another day above ground. I love you, I praise you, and I thank you. I ask that you continue to guard me, guide me, keep me close, don’t ever let me go and kill all of our foes. Amen
Peace Family, I am Rakeem Golden Leb El Rivers AKA Rakeem the Revolutionary. If you’ve come across this text I’d assume that you’ve heard of me already but for those who haven’t, please allow me to introduce myself. I was named DeWitt Pollard III by my parents, a name I’ve never really liked and after a coward who’s dead to me so I don’t really use that christian/slave name being I’m not a Christian or a slave and so if prefer you call me Rakeem, which is my Islamic and Holy Name. If you have a problem with that we can go out separate ways now and you can keep my name out your mouth.
I became active in our communities after Trayvon Martin was murdered and after joining the Organization United for Respect at Walmart (OURWalmart) in 2012 I’ve been under attack by wannabe supremacists (whom I believe to be the enforcement arm of the Walmart Corporation and/or the Walton family that founded it.) following is a short video about some of my experiences, followed by a more precise log of my experiences fighting for survival against these devils their cohorts in an effort to protect myself should I need to defend myself and to hold these devils accountable for what they’ve done to myself and others once I’m finally in a position to do so.
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In an effort to be as honest and as truthful as possible throughout this log, I must go into detail on a lot of background things in order to provide competent context for those who may not have experienced many of the evils I’ve been fighting for sometime now. The reason I’m starting this log around when I become active in my community, is because that’s when the wannabe supremacists whom I call Maggots began targeting me. Consciously, I came into this knowledge around July of 2013 when I spotted a van following me. It was one of those utility vans and I first noticed it while walking to the grocery store around the corner from my house, then I saw it riding by again on my way back home. Then I noticed it again on my way to work like 2 hours later, when it slowed down as it rode pass me walking to the bus stop, as if it wanted me to know it was doing something sinister.
Though that’s when they made themselves known, I believe they’d been “watching” me ever since I joined OURWalmart (they changed the name and website since then but the “ForRespect.org” url is still active and that’s what redirects to the “United4Respect” link) and began organizing in my store (3533) for better working conditions, benefits and treatment for Walmart employees. Though I believe this organization to have been a false flag controlled opposition operation now, at the time I had no idea about the dark side of the labor movement. My whole reason for looking them up in the first place is because my store had hit like 10 consecutive quarterly bonuses in a row and this led to a lot of people getting promoted and transferred to other stores. Back then Walmart had a policy that a ZMS couldn’t be promoted to Assistant Manager, Assistant Manager to Co-Manager or Co-Manager to Store Manager at the same store. Not sure if that’s still the rule but that’s what it was when I worked for Walmart from 2010 to 2013. At our store, we ended up having 1 Co-Manager, 2 Assistant Managers, and both of our ZMSs all get promoted within like 2 months, which brought in a bunch of new managers to fill those positions.
At the time I was the Department Manager over Chemicals, Paper Goods and Pets. I had recently been promoted from Inventory Supervisor and even though I only had 1 associate to help with managing all 3 departments, due to my training from the ZMSs and how I organized my end caps, my departments ran rather smoothly until both our ZMSs and the Assistant Manager over that side of the store all got promoted we ended up with this new Assistant Manager that really didn’t know shit about managing. Literally. This guy was an Asset Protection Associate from Florida who couldn’t do counts, or mods, or price changes, or audits, nothing. Maybe he was good at AP but as an Assistant Manager he was complete trash, so much so that nobody wanted to apply for the 2 opened ZMS positions, or the opened Grocery Department Manager position under him.
Unfortunately, my departments were also on his side of the store which I really didn’t care about until he started pulling my employee off the task is given her, to do counts, price changes and audits in the grocery department (which was his responsibility, not mine or my associates) then he’d try to write me up because the task I’d given my associate to do before he pulled her off of them weren’t done. After he actually wrote me up, and the store manager wouldn’t do anything to hold him accountable, I stepped down from my Department Manager position and started looking for a way to fight back, which is when I discovered OURWalmart.
Back then, membership was $5 a month and you pretty much determined your level of involvement by your level of commitment and activity. When I joined, I had a local UFCW Union organizer reach out to me and invite me to a local meeting. I got a rundown of the history of the organization, apparently when Walmart Employees were poled on what that wanted most from Walmart, that they weren’t receiving, the answer was respect and thus the organization was named the Organization United for Respect at Walmart or OURWalmart for short. They gave me a couple of the OURWalmart shirts and rubber bracelets, then gave me a ride home.
About 2 weeks later I met with the Local Union organizer and he had these new brochures with a picture of me and a quote I’d never said under it. It wasn’t something major, it was generic, something like ” I support the rights of all workers” or something like that, but still, I didn’t say it and I hadn’t given them permission to put me in a brochure, let alone with some fabricated quote so I told them not put me in any other publications without my approval. Looking back now, I believe it was a kind of test, they were playing with me to see how “manageable” I was.
Now the way we met wasn’t spectacular by any account, I was walking to the bus stop after work and she asked if she could use my lighter, but what’s significant about this encounter is that it was the day before the Falcons played the Broncos in 2012 and that matters because the Gmail account I had at the time (goldenlebel@gmail.com which is also where I’d been keeping an account of all of the retaliation I’d been suffering at Walmart since their opened door policy didn’t work for me and I started fighting back, it also had a poem I wrote that started save money live better, priceless/ Google the high cost of low prices/ you might be surprised if/ you thought, respect for the individual is something Sam Walton taught/ maybe his forgotand it ended with Respect Us or Expect Us but can’t remember it being I only preformed it once at one of the actions we were doing at the Bentonville while on strike. Working on rewriting it but geared more towards eating the rich entirely, not just holding Walmart accountable) has since been hacked and I can’t access it anymore so many of my dates are vague except this one (9-16-2012)
Angel Eyez was beautiful, short, and blonde with greenish blue eyes. (I’ve always had a thing for pretty eyes) Her personality was a little rough, kinda tom boyish but it only added to her beauty and after using my lighter, we somehow ended up talking about sports, she was a Bronco fan and I’ve been a Falcon fan since middle school so we decided we should watch the game tomorrow together in what would’ve been our 1st date but something happened with her mother or grandmother and she ended up having to go to the hospital instead. Falcons won that game 27-21 (Go Falcons) and we ended up linking up at a later date.
11/8/22 woke up with what felt like a needle stabbed me in my arm while sleeping
11/14/22 started taking screenshots every time I left my cubicle because staff said they could only check the cameras for a small window of video footage.
12/2/22 9:31 Some maintenance “look down” guy walked by and tainted the air with something that made my nose start running and I started sneezing
12;06 Bitch Made Brigade maintenance guy walked by putting more sickness in the air
5:23 vents putting sickness in the air again
7:43 Wifi messed up at the same time F22 did fake coughing nonsense. Pretty sure Wifi here is under surveillance but the question is by who and if it’s lawful, i.e. warrants and whatnot or past of something more sinister like human trafficking, or forced coercion of some sort.
12/3/22 3:16 Bitch Made Brigade in F22 fake coughing while wifi messing up again
5:42 Bitch Made Brigade F22 putting sickness in the air on F25s orders again
12/6/22 12:34am Bitch Made Brigade making noise after Bluetooth battery ran out
8:35am missing check that came in the mail
10:01am Bitch Made Brigade tainted my pillow while I was out and about
12/7/2022 12:29am Vents putting out contaminated air again. Started at 11:30 which is about the same time I started watching one of my favorite movies
1:35am Real foul smell coming from F18
11:52am Right boot felt like there was itching powder or something in it after I got out the shower
12/8/22 4:49pm staff tried to skip me again for dinner
7:02pm Bitch Made Brigade who was in F32 outside singing are you ready to die
12/9/22 3:37pm smells like piss in here
4:30pm Air vents putting sickness in the air again
6:40pm Bitch Made Brigade working E acting like a bitch over getting soap and using the microwave
7:13 wrote a grievance about the vents continuing to put sickness in the air
7:36 F26 on some bullshit
10:22 Bitch Made Brigade in F20 putting sickness in the air
12/10/22 12:37am vents are poisoning the air again and I think someone put some kind of crumbs on my bunk while I was outside smoking. Saw the ponytail supervisor at the desk on my way out
1:33am vents still poisoning the air, pretty sure their doing it on purpose and Bitch Made Brigade in F22 pretending to be sleep keeps screaming Woo
5:21 guy working G (the same Bitch Made Brigade who tried to skip me twice while passing out dinners) hid extra dinner in broom closet and tried to pretend they were out.
7:08 sickness in the air again
12/11/22 9:42 Bitch Made Brigade yelling shhh at the same time I took my screenshot
11:15am I think they have been purposely putting some kind of sickness in the air to get me sick on purpose as part of their whole “woo” and “jungle fever” hate crimes and ignorance.
6:53pm Bitch Made Brigade in F dorm consist primarily of F29, F22, F26, and F26. All wannabe supremacists and lackeys
9:20 light over bed flashed at the same time F29 screamed STFU and my earphones stopped working. Pretty sure whatever they are using to monitor the wifi can also hack and control phones
12/12/22 12:18am Bitch Made Brigade sign in request in the middle of the night, make me walk all the way up there then claims it was the wrong number
12/13/22 10:54am Bitch Made Brigade maintenance guy following me around the bathroom
11:22 Bitch Made Brigade in F22 putting more sickness in the air
12/14/22 9:14pm F20 putting sickness in the air
12/15/22 11:17am Glenda wanted to talk to me about what I’m doing, met me at the front desk and claimed she left a note for me on Monday that I never got. Told her I’m still going back to Atlanta and can only do light work being I keep getting poisoned by the Bitch Made Brigade tampering with the air around my cubicle and my food. F15 another Bitch Made Brigade mf who was acting hard when this all started but never stepped up when I went off) was also lurking around the conversation.
5:04pm I think the Bitch Made Brigade put some kind of sickness in bedding since I stopped using the contaminated pillow
Peace Family, I am Rakeem Rivers AKA Rakeem the Revolutionary and as an international community organizing activist I have experienced 1st hand many of the evils We The Less Fortunate People face in this society. After being homeless off and on since 2017, and being targeted by the devils in our society since 2013, one of the things I’ve come to realize is that homelessness, human trafficking and hate crimes are often connected to and well entrenched within the various systems and processes supposedly created to help the very people they prey upon. Nationally speaking, homelessness has been on the rise for far too long and so has the organized exploitation of We The People.
While staying at the Salvation Army SODO shelter in Seattle I experienced a lot of hatred and intimidation tactics towards me that includes everything from tampering with my food, the air quality coming out my vent or in and around my bunk, people tampering with my property and the staff of the Salvation Army turning a blind eye to all the evils being committed against me and others within the shelter that don’t go along with their Wannabe Supremacist Christian Nationalist Agenda. They typically seem to target women they feel they can gangstalk and control, those like me who stand up for those women, all “non-white” ethnicities that don’t submit to their ideology (me again), members of the LGBTQA+ community and their supporters (me again), and those who “date outside their race” (kinda me again but I’m intelligent enough to know my race human and I only date humans so…that’s really just another case of how their ignorance is obsolete.)
The environment at the Seattle Salvation Army Shelter got extremely volatile after others noticed myself and a lady of European decent (I am a Moorish American so our interactions by the ignorant would be seen as “interracial”) we were becoming friends and I believe they (Staff and residents alike) decided to do everything they could to demean, divide, destroy and break us. In other words, they tried to make us “look at the ground” instead of each other and if ever you are around a less fortunate person that refuses to look you in your eyes or for some reason they seem extremely downcast, chances are they’ve experienced this form of gang stalking and human trafficking as well.
From then on, whenever I’ve had to stay in a shelter, I’ve had people breaking into my property when I’m not around, I’ve had food that made me so sick I ended up H-pylori due to staff tampering with my food, I’ve had to deal with staff and residents making disrespectful and hateful comments towards me in bait and switch scenarios where someone will say or do something just to get a rise out of me and then call for security to try and get me kicked out the shelter. I’ve written grievances, emails and even started a few petitions to resolve this situation but to no avail.
Due to the fact that I’ve experienced this Wannabe Supremacist Christian Nationalist Agenda of domestic terrorism at Salvation Army in both Seattle and Minneapolis, as at the Colorado Springs Rescue Mission and the Denver Rescue Mission; it is my belief that most of not all of the Christian and Catholic charities supposedly helping the homeless, are really just agents of the evils being committed against the most vulnerable members of our society, actively involved in and is covering for the hate crimes being committed against myself and others. I also believe it’s time to fight for justice and accountability against all forms of ignorance, hatred and oppression. If you’re willing to join us in our fight against Homelessness, Human Trafficking and Hate Crimes, please subscribe to the Riverside Revolution HERE and / or if you’d like to support our cause you can do that HERE. (All of the funds raised will be going towards us building community outreach teams and an app that will assist us in educating and empowering the members of our society in the ways and means that we can take action and fight back against the enemies among us as well as organize a class action lawsuits against the shelters, cities and states allowing these human rights violations to go on unchecked) For more information on the Riverside Revolution please visit https://riversiderevolutionaryinvestmets.wordpress.com/
Your Brother in Love and Truth Rakeem G. Rivers The Riverside Alchemist
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PS: For those who have no idea what being homeless is actually like, I’ll share a story with what my Friday looked like 10/24/25 4:26
I had to use the restroom after eating a few of the grapes I had in my bag. While using the restroom I felt really nauseous and faint at the same time, which is typically another case of food poisoning. Having ate some of the grapes around 2 nothing was wrong with them. I went to the store for some food because I can’t trust the food they serve here or the staff to actually investigate all the BS going on because some of them are a part of it, and when I get back and try to eat a little snack I get extremely within 5 minutes of eating the grapes.
5:25
I got out the shower after spending about an hour throwing up in the shower while experiencing what felt like organs seizing up in a weird way and a crazy headache pounding on both sides of my head.
7:23
Been resting since getting out of the shower at 5:25 and my body is finally starting to feel normal again after the poisoning that affected me at 4:26
11/8/22 woke up with what felt like a needle stabbed me in my arm while sleeping
11/14/22 started taking screenshots every time I left my cubicle because staff said they could only check the cameras for a small window of video footage.
12/2/22 9:31 Some maintenance “look down” guy walked by and tainted the air with something that made my nose start running and I started sneezing
12;06 Bitch Made Brigade maintenance guy walked by putting more sickness in the air
5:23 vents putting sickness in the air again
7:43 Wifi messed up at the same time F22 did fake coughing nonsense. Pretty sure Wifi here is under surveillance but the question is by who and if it’s lawful, i.e. warrants and whatnot or past of something more sinister like human trafficking, or forced coercion of some sort.
12/3/22 3:16 Bitch Made Brigade in F22 fake coughing while wifi messing up again
5:42 Bitch Made Brigade F22 putting sickness in the air on F25s orders again
12/6/22 12:34am Bitch Made Brigade making noise after Bluetooth battery ran out
8:35am missing check that came in the mail
10:01am Bitch Made Brigade tainted my pillow while I was out and about
12/7/2022 12:29am Vents putting out contaminated air again. Started at 11:30 which is about the same time I started watching one of my favorite movies
1:35am Real foul smell coming from F18
11:52am Right boot felt like there was itching powder or something in it after I got out the shower
12/8/22 4:49pm staff tried to skip me again for dinner
7:02pm Bitch Made Brigade who was in F32 outside singing are you ready to die
12/9/22 3:37pm smells like piss in here
4:30pm Air vents putting sickness in the air again
6:40pm Bitch Made Brigade working E acting like a bitch over getting soap and using the microwave
7:13 wrote a grievance about the vents continuing to put sickness in the air
7:36 F26 on some bullshit
10:22 Bitch Made Brigade in F20 putting sickness in the air
12/10/22 12:37am vents are poisoning the air again and I think someone put some kind of crumbs on my bunk while I was outside smoking. Saw the ponytail supervisor at the desk on my way out
1:33am vents still poisoning the air, pretty sure their doing it on purpose and Bitch Made Brigade in F22 pretending to be sleep keeps screaming Woo
5:21 guy working G (the same Bitch Made Brigade who tried to skip me twice while passing out dinners) hid extra dinner in broom closet and tried to pretend they were out.
7:08 sickness in the air again
12/11/22 9:42 Bitch Made Brigade yelling shhh at the same time I took my screenshot
11:15am I think they have been purposely putting some kind of sickness in the air to get me sick on purpose as part of their whole “woo” and “jungle fever” hate crimes and ignorance.
6:53pm Bitch Made Brigade in F dorm consist primarily of F29, F22, F26, and F26. All wannabe supremacists and lackeys
9:20 light over bed flashed at the same time F29 screamed STFU and my earphones stopped working. Pretty sure whatever they are using to monitor the wifi can also hack and control phones
12/12/22 12:18am Bitch Made Brigade sign in request in the middle of the night, make me walk all the way up there then claims it was the wrong number
12/13/22 10:54am Bitch Made Brigade maintenance guy following me around the bathroom
11:22 Bitch Made Brigade in F22 putting more sickness in the air
12/14/22 9:14pm F20 putting sickness in the air
12/15/22 11:17am Glenda wanted to talk to me about what I’m doing, met me at the front desk and claimed she left a note for me on Monday that I never got. Told her I’m still going back to Atlanta and can only do light work being I keep getting poisoned by the Bitch Made Brigade tampering with the air around my cubicle and my food. F15 another Bitch Made Brigade mf who was acting hard when this all started but never stepped up when I went off) was also lurking around the conversation.
5:04pm I think the Bitch Made Brigade put some kind of sickness in bedding since I stopped using the contaminated pillow
The Ali Principal: We bare witness that there is no God but Allah (Arabic for The God), Our Heavenly Father.
The Panther Principle: We Want Freedom. We Want The Power To Determine The Destiny Of Our Own Lives, Families, Communities and Sanctuaries.
The Earners Principal: We Want Liberating and Empowering Employment For The People that provides adequate income, training, leisure, security, ownership opportunities and other accommodations for The People such as company cars, phone’s and whatever else The People need to earn an honest, dignified and respectable living in our society.
The Moorish Principal: We Want Reparations for All of the Damage Caused by Colonialism on a Global Scale and An End To The Robbery of The People By Capitalists, Corporations, Parasitic Organizations, Warmongering Profiteers, and Central Banks.
The Equality Principal: We Want Quality Transitional, and Affordable Housing for The People. We Want a higher standard of Living with clean air, water, food, clothing and shelter for The People, owned and controlled by The People.
The Intelligence Principal: We Want Education that empowers, liberates and advances Humanity. We want universities that teach the Truth about all things including pre-colonial communities, cultures and beliefs. We want an end to European Colonialist curriculums, lies, hatred and ignorant indoctrination.
The Loved One’s Principal: We Want All Children to be protected and respected by The People and to be Treated with the Respect due a Breathing Blessing of God. We want the Riverside Collective to look after the needs of children who have lost one or both of their parents as well as those with special needs or who require special attention. Next to honoring God, the Loved Ones Principal is the primary purpose of the Riverside Revolution.
The Liberation Principal: We Want All Indigenous, Colonized, and Oppressed People To Be Exempt From Colonial Jurisdictions, Judgements, Jails, Prisons, Taxes, Military Service or any other obligations to or of the enemies of The People i.e. colonizers. We also reserved the right to form armed resistance and militia groups to fight for Our People regardless of colonial laws and/ or restrictions. We are born free and have the God given right to protect ourselves by any means necessary.
The Queen’s Principal: We Want Our Sisters to be protected and respected by The People. Women are to be Treated with the Respect due a Breathing Blessing of God and have the right to choose their own mate/s, and fate in all arenas of life. Her Mind, Her Body, & Her Choices Will Be Respected by ALL.
The Man of God Principal: We Want All Men to be responsible for protecting and defending the rights of The People, especially those of our women, our children and our Family of True Believers. Together and with the guidance of God, we make up the Royal Priesthood of God and thus all Men who are a Man of God are scared and Will be Treated with the Respect due a Breathing Blessing of God. Men who do not stand on this principle are Bitch Made and will not be allowed on the Riverside in any capacity.
The Justice Principal: All Child Abusers, Rapists, and Human Traffickers (wannabe supremacists and other Bitch Made separatist groups that don’t stand on truth included) deserve death by way of the most vicious Wrath of God possible for humanity to provide. We are intelligent enough to know that our true race is human and the real separation is between God’s People/ Us and the Godless/ the devil’s trying to colonize, divide and conquer us. We’re building the Kingdom of God over here and if they ain’t with the movement they need to keep it moving. C’est la vie.
The People Principal: We Want all of humanity to have access to quality food, clothing, shelter, employment and reliable transportation. These are basic Human Rights that colonialism has systematically denied our people and as we garner the ability to provide for ourselves, we will black ball the same devils that tried to black ball us by including them and their organizations in the Bitch Made Brigade. We know We The People are more important than profits, politics, and everything else except God and godly principles such as Love, Truth, Peace, Freedom & Justice.
The International Principal: We want global solidarity for The People that isn’t controlled by anyone but The People. This world belongs to God 1st and is the inheritance of all of Us. Before the Nubians discovered the Nile River and gave birth to human civilization as we know it, it belonged to God and in Truth it is still His property, therefore we put our commitment to God and to God’s People over any Nation that tries to violate Our Father’s Creations in any way. We will stand united for God and each other wherever and whenever duty calls.
The Wellness Principal: We want free and equal access to quality healthcare for all. We want women’s reproductive rights permanently protected and an end to all of the underhanded practices of eugenic practitioners that have led to the rising mortality rates among our people. We want our own doctors, clinics, hospitals, farms, and fitness centers designed solely for improving the health of The People. We want our people to be able to go to a doctor they can trust that isn’t beholden to any evil ideologies, prescription kickbacks or any other benefits not directly related to improving the health of The People.
The Independence Principal: We want financial institutions whose sole purpose is to produce honorable and enriching sources of income for The Riverside Collective as a whole and as individuals. We want to independently control our own currency, credit and transaction systems free of ALL colonial or oppressive involvement.
The Revolutionary Principal: We want to assist the people in finding places to belong where they feel welcomed, appreciated and loved. We want to make it easier for revolutionaries to find love and build relationships with like minded individuals in an effort to reestablish the foundation of the family, preserve its sacredness and push the state out of our homes, our families and our private lives completely. Before we can truly change our communities, we have to change the way our families operate within the community and until our families are the firm foundation for us to flourish in as God intended, the communities will remain broken and dependent on the state just like we’ve allowed many of our families to become. Within the Riverside Revolution we are the actualization of the long awaited, Us, Ours and We and we stand as The Family of True Believers/ The Riverside Collective.
Your Brother in Love and Truth Rakeem G. Rivers The Riverside Alchemist
Imagine the pain of a man with a million thoughts Trying to think outside of the box A different time on a thousand clocks And a 3rd eye that’s lost to a thousand cloths
Or better yet The pain of a man with a billion dreams Tied into a billion memories Persecuted at a billion degrees But won’t let go
Like a tree’s last leaf
Every Breath I breathe
Is Poet Perfection
But if you’re Hearings Selective It’s Objective And Over Ruled by the Truth That if you can’t hear you
You’ll Never Hear Me
The Echo
Or The Inner Glow Of The Essence of the Ultimate Soul Written in Blood and Etched in Stone
The Legacy of the Strong Inherited as a Song Of Survival, in Which we Rival the Wrong
I was Raised, Calling Aurora My Home Then I found a World of my Own In Which The Spirit, Built me a Throne
Wouldn’t You Know
The Moorish American Hieroglyph Go Falcons If you know Heru, you Get the Higher Sense If Not, you need some Vitamins
I Know I Bare the Lord’s Likeness I’m Lightning
That Lives on the Earth
A Child of God Against all Odds
Defied They Crucifixion Now in Their Midst I Walk
We Walk We Talk We Rise
Fail Just to Fly We In Flight Like
Listen We Living The Definition Of the Bare Essentials Of Our Existence
My Spirit ain’t Built For Building or Being in Prisons It’s More like Light Trapped inside a Prism
So Let me Shine
Till The Jury Gains Sight from my Glisten
I May if I might Have Your Undivided Attention
But the Deaf don’t Hear Let Alone Listen
Be That as it may Bitten Tongues Provide no Provisions
And We Are
Everything the Matrix is Missing Neo Soul, We Can’t Sync With They System
The Glitch Because We Living The Conundrum of what used to be a Conscious Christian And You Lost if You Ain’t Listening
But This is Where The Sidewalk Ends In a World Where Peace Doesn’t Exist My Loves, Become My Exit
Not Dead, Or Born Again But Resurrected
Blessing
I Know Who I Am I Know Who You Are Too
God Is Love When We Gone Bear Some Fruit
Free Of Poison That We Can Share With the Youth
Like Here Beautiful Blessing God Loves You Too
Signed The Middle Man AKA You
Furthest I could Go To Speak Or Like Cephas, You Might Follow Me
Be Free
Wherever You Are Stand Firm and Protect Your Heart
There Is A True Spirit of God To Honor it is To Bless Us All
Islam Commit To Your Call
Amen
May The Begotten Never Be Forgotten Or Wasted
May We Be Like the Light After You’ve Faced It
Our Life Is Like a Smile with Braces Where Perfection Ain’t Our Nature
But It’s What Our Next Phase Is
The Last Gift In Pandora’s Box, or Jar If You’ve Studied That Hard Reached back That Far
Just to Realize It’s Really Just an Opened Heart
And We’re a Prayer for Light in the Dark
Yes Hope Is Home No
I Hope I’ll Make It Home
Wrong
I Know I Will
But I Don’t Know Your Will So Forgive Me For Not Submitting To An Equal A Hidden Hero
And I’ll Do the Same But Forget Me Not
Golden is My Name And You Are…
Your Brother in Love and Truth Rakeem G. Rivers The Riverside Alchemist
I come in peace Does not mean I come to please It means More or less I come complete
Although in bad tiding it may be And a messenger is all you see Whatever misery Caused by the riddles I speak A be remedied Once you learn to hear me You see I have a message From all you seek
It says believe
And I know you might think That as the advocate of unchased dreams In a land where the giants became the priest That’s easier said than done But it’s thoughts like that, that keep you stuck
Free will, isn’t free want It means, it’s free to go get Go fish, if you have to And I wish this message came with a map too But every destination is a tattoo A tropical taboo Of blood, and ink, forget me not blue No, I’m not you
But we are Is where every revolutionary change starts
Your Brother in Love and Truth Rakeem G. Rivers The Riverside Alchemist
Girl You Finer than a MF Looking like my wife and shit You my type like a MF
I mean I’m usually polite Wouldn’t disturb your light Without a choosing signal
But if I can be honest You a goddess And I just had to make this intro
You see Baby I’m Rakeem From the Rockies And ladies like you is what I’m into
So, let’s get into it Neither one of us is innocent And since Pools of love can be infinite There’s no rush It’s just all of the moments since I caught your scent
I can sense the heavens coming nearer Come hither Let me tell you a secret Well mannered as I am
I’m really a Sadist
Haa I’m just playing But really though I saying
I can’t wait to put the cuffs on you The blindfold, the wipes and chains Maybe even my name on you
Cause Girl You
Was meant to be mine Like, my bloodline Or birthright But my whole life I’ve been waiting for you
The virtue To my vice The reflection of my light The balance to my might The roots to my reasons why The wings that give me flight To Heights so high My comprehension of SuperFly Got redefined like I realized Maat was standing by my side And no lie, I’m still trying to do you justice It’s just
It doesn’t feel like God molded you Rather, He brought my love to life Then animated every inch of creation to say This is your wife
Now say my name like you know you mine
Who’s is it
Baby listen It’s okay to say it twice Or say it for the rest your life
You could be my Mrs. Rivers Signed, sealed, delivered I missed the ball but went to God To get this glass slipper Now he got me thinking bigger
Like what kind of rings and things Can I bequif to my Queen So I present this poetry As the first gift in your dowry And with God as my witness Through the gifts I’ve been given You just received immortality
I’m sure pretty much everybody kind of knows the story of Adam and Eve, but one of the facts about that story that many people overlook is the fact that Eve wasn’t actually named Eve until after the fall. The reason this is significant is because according to the Bible after the fall is when death enters the world and Humanity gets cursed and all of that and the first thing that Adam does is he names the woman Eve, which means living. Now remember that according to the Bible Adam was given dominion over all of the creatures of the earth and he has given the power to name all of them and so when you actually understand the significance of him naming what was called the woman Eve, right after the fall happened, it’s a spiritual resurrection and it’s the first resurrection of the Bible. Adam used the power God gave him to bring his wife back to life in a cursed and condemned environment surrounded by death, she lives. Amen
Your Brother in Love and Truth Rakeem G. Rivers The Riverside Alchemist
Concepts Way too complex To be outta context If you can comprehend Where they started
Starving Yet Brighter than the stars is A Brilliance Beyond the Darkness
That’s what my heart is But its
Suffocating
The time is now why suffer waiting Life is art, and few study painting Lack of patience
Or they, found their brush, then misplaced it Now they back to the basics
Heavy Heart Cause The world couldn’t break it
Fire Stone Soul Cause the cold couldn’t take it
Allahu Akbar History in the Making
Maybe that’s why they claws Keep reaching for my flaws
Like notes that sting As they ring Toward the roof of the music hall I maintain through the pain, one for all Tell’em I’m changed Trying to avoid a total recall
But the right spark Can turn me into methanol Plus I’m wicked with a wrecking ball No stepping off Too close to chaos, to embrace the law So is there a method to the madness
Nah
You just running in place Or damned without delay If you rushing for the day That you can celebrate my fall
That’ll be the day I
Skydive with no suite Still breathing in need of room The Jumper
Some say I’m doomed Cause I’m careless and consumed By a wild life yet well groomed Cause appearance matter
But the inside does too
It’s with such insight that I move Jellyfish smooth Through the devil’s cesspool
Subconscious swag So I’m simply true Can look evil in its eyes and say, I own you
No doubt Cause I ain’t sold out My heart puts the gold in my mouth While my mind puts gold in my house
I’m searching for more Than the needle in the haystack I always wanted to say that But you can say that
A nation Tried to take my voice
Before I could speak out I had to learn to rejoice
So facing a world of ill will I made the choice
To be me
Under the impression That that would allow me To be free
To finally fly
And I did
Still I rise
Perseverance Became my niche
Imagine, A Poet Trying to write a pitch All along, unsure if My art, could support my kids Gave all I have to give To this
Then Ascension And Ambition Became a Business And I became Eccentric Conscious, crunching digits
Homeless Genius What a Misfit
Bandwagon I missed it
Distant
An Einstein, with style But should probably be At a board meeting right now
Then again With me And the people It’s like my boards meeting Right now No pawns just potentials With their power on the prowl Prospects, Vanguards and Crowns Camelot Then and now Man woman and child Resonate with me for awhile
But that invitations only if you feel the same
Cause on rainy days The clouds hate Can suffocate
So many winds Moving with the earth’s trends A try to tell you that you are what you ain’t Judged before some even know your name
Mine is Golden
But whatever you call me It’s all the same
Not Guilty
But isn’t innocence insane Or is my blessing Of imperfect perfection Expressed in the text of my name
Back in the water
I swim for the day I can help you have a self-revelation so great It’ll be as if Atlantis, has been reclaimed The truth is what separates the real from the fake So regardless of the rain I’m a fly, because I refuse to feel its shame
That’s why till this day I stay focused on the sun rays
I can’t breath that’s what some say And once upon a time I was that way But I Realized That I was in a Breathing Tomb A Soul in search of Breathing Room
Then I opened the Lid
Okay I can breath I can see Now see me Because I see you
We Equals Si mon I hablo the Truth
And if you can’t see it Please believe it Cause we all in need Of a breath or two And I’m trying to give breath to you
In hell (inhale) To bring the heavenly through
Your Brother in Love and Truth Rakeem G. Rivers The Riverside Alchemist
Faith Turned me to a Miracle That can make a Mirror Glow
Seeds Grow
From the root To the fruit Of the soul
The Rejuvenating Rose Reflection Mode The rest is old We blessed but bold And if you don’t know where you’ve been Where will you go
I let the truth be told Until You can See All That They Stole From Dreams of Unity To Ethics and Morals The Jungle to the Burrows The Forgotten to Immortals This life to the other side of the portal
There’s no hope
Just those who believe And those who don’t
Those who will fight And those who won’t
Those like me, like we And those who fold
I learned to turn pressure into pleasure Power point present it as a poem With lyrics, you’d have to live to know
Like my profession Is the profession Of parables To the professionals In and outside of Jericho Trying to decipher what it means When you can see God everywhere you go
All depends on the length of your sight The eyes of an eagle mean nothing If your brains still blind
Who taught you to not move if not genocide Who stopped you if not you a true suicide
Some live some die Some survive some cry Some just sit around wondering why Can’t I
If your fate’s in your own hands That’s up to you to decide
Who but God can define If you’re devine
Or just the average Joe Dirt What are you worth
No esteem before Self Wealth
But what are we if we’re divided by greed And defined by war rather than peace Praise the strong but exploit the weak And the difference, is all some see Who are we Really
I mean Nobody wants to research their heritage Histories, or solve mysteries We’ve all become far too found of misery Cap stone rejected, missing piece Now we missing peace
Home of the brave Indeed
With all for one dead What it the change we need
Notation Add quotations to the “we”
So what are you if you better than me What am I if not unique
But we one in the same Is that bitter or sweet
You the beauty or the beast
Babylon Blending Whore with Priest Innocence in a pinch Salvation ain’t cheap And Faith, ain’t free
Trials and tribulations It ain’t all monetary or meek Can I preach, or is that too deep
Like, you ever asked an elder to speak Stood up for the meek Or treated the youth like they was you Remember the teens
Well, what you wanna be when grow up Did you accomplish those dreams
I’m a mage with a pen and a page But was raised to be sage to the streets
I Am everything Allah made me
Holding back Still feel, the universe in my reach
Blessed to be a blessing Started to shine and the Divine said jinx
From let there be light To the time it’s seen
But what can I say to a God That taught me to believe in me
I let my beliefs speak
And actions speak louder I’m far from a coward Pure valor Manifesting my finest hour In the darkest of times I ride But sometimes I laugh and cry at the sametime Singing lullabies to the sky
Wondering, if any, ever, truly rest in peace When war’s become what we need For equality
What happened to the land of the free Or the belief, of us ours and we
Liberation is waiting In other words it’s our for the taking But it’s waiting for us to be an us without breaking A we without shaking A unit, that will use its hands and, make this nation
Something better than a bunch of self-centered Greed infested racist Governed by the devil’s agents
From the Elders to the youth Cause in truth, the spirit is ageless
And this war we fighting Is older than the ancients The Spirits, perfected patience
While to live is to die
But while everybody’s dying to win the war Nobody’s dying to end the war
Thus There’s no Love No Us No Peace And no We
But there’s no solution Not rooted in unity So shall it be
At ease 1st amendment grants us the right to speak free And communication is key But too many mfs never say what they mean So I’m a say it, for every mf out there like me
All For One, and One For All Never miss that call.
Your Brother in Love and Truth Rakeem G. Rivers The Riverside Alchemist
And the beat goes on Sometimes I feel like a living song That’s about me, but feels wrong
Heart setting the tempo But it’s temperamental So I gotta keep the words strong
To make, this beat go on
Take my Reasons for living Rather than existing Imprisoned Between my temples
String’em together like notes For a violin instrumental And let’em play out through my actions Just so This beat can go on
I am alive I am a poem I think therefore I am Gold
With paper and ink I am composed A story untold An allegory unknown Emotion exposed Bare to where some can explode
I am Fire For a lighter For something brighter Than a thousand supernova colliding
In the heart of the dark Forming a spark That can tear the greatest evils apart
Something like kinetic energy Transformed into art Through illegal motions in my mind False start
They said I’m holding too many emotions For a heart to heart Need to get my hands on a harp Or a lash of lightning, Perhaps a rumble of thunder Cause the storm that rages inside of me Tears my enemies asunder Yet and still some wonder
Why I speak life
To them I say may God bless you twice, Once for the soul and once for the mind God is love, Love is life So, marry me or carry me but be mine Paul bearer or wife Poetry is my life I Am Alive
But my soul’s aching mentality aging and my foundations older than ancient I am no longer waiting
Patience
Is the virtue Through which I was created And my art is a form of my creation That grows with me, like seasons create ages Or trees turn to pages Which turn to seeds of education And get spread throughout a nation Focused on discovering a new creation Of intelligence, and inspiration
I speak life
Read me
Not by my appearance Or the color of my leafs But by my seeds By the size and weight Of the heart That beats on my sleeve As words flow through it And out in my speech
I speak life Like Eve’s first breath The vital organs in your chest Or a lady that says yes To a gentlemen on one knee
Like the Earth and the seven seas Breathed Through the God given seed
Yes there’s poetry in me
I believe then speak Victory
Preach, teach and lead By example Like I’m in charge of the classroom and there’s no paper sheets So if I don’t follow the words I breath I’ll cease to be…
Real
Just another hypocrites illusion That seems to bleed Bleak Guess that’ll be you Before it’s me
I speak life And fly Like The solar system’s wings are tied with mine Like I believe therefore I have spoken Or it aint happened yet, but I’m still hoping
A college kid that quits smoking A gun that stops loading A man that stops folding Or an assassin, that loses his focus
I speak life, I’m a Poet
Yet a poem And the beat goes on
Your Brother in Love and Truth Rakeem G. Rivers The Riverside Alchemist
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