RAWLYNN: A Message from the Uncooked Pool

By c. chico

RAWLYNN A Message from an Uncooked Pool is the beginning of a soul journey into self the Unseen Genie. We are clowns upside down... "Face Paint Me Wild". I am the black man who frowns. We've been beaten down. Our world was taken and we rest with no crowns.

This pose of spoken words, a bare pour into a lake of my historia. Tall tales of my experiences in this unnatural light when I came to the ground. Born into ignorance of holistic systems so I drowned. Then reborn to swim for adventure and to retrieve moments of beautiful visions. I begin backward with no downs in this game of life. Shackled to Earth in Super Bowls my skin is my uniform. No team but I thrive in my own theme.

Poems dedicated to all So(u)ns. I've collected dreams for you to affect the worlds of memes. No memories for ones that couldn't release from a world of do what you please. Sunken in illusions, only the soul has a tone. The body is just a representation of your music when it's on. Tune your sound waves in order to destroy this American maze. To stand tall, a brand new god; the capital of a mind that remembers it all. Nonsense from a creature that travels in cycles and wants to share his thoughts from a conscience that lives in the dark. In hopes for others to see to ignite their sparks and give them a thought about this world of chaos where we all seem separate and apart.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Sep 8, 2023
• ISBN: 9798350904314

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RAWLYNN: A Message from the Uncooked Pool

c. chico

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eBook ISBN 979-8-35090-431-4

Contents

Introduction

Forward

Chapter 1: Scorpio & Moondog

Chapter 2: The Fam

Chapter 3:Pain, Love, and Sin

Chapter 4: Love … Evol from It

Chapter 5: Duality of the Fallen

Chapter 6: Ego

Chapter 7: Wisdom

Chapter 8: Sacrifice Is Love

Chapter 9: Hello, My Name Is Rawlynn

About The Author

The Back Matter

Introduction

To My Folk,

We have been bound in flesh, living in realties with creatures that despise our KKKolor.

Born into war zones where the soul is the prize.

We fight for life.

We fight for light.

Never been human; we are powerful beings wrapped in material means.

Once labeled three-fifths, because we dwell from the spirit realm.

We’ve forgotten who we are.

We come from the stars, made of the same things as Mars.

Beings of the universe, experiencing how everything works.

This existence is ours.

Forward

Hello Darkness, my old friend. We have arrived, born without knowledge of self, through the womb, pushed into life.

Monstrous things whisper …

Drown in my Lake of Historia

Our God is the devil that they are afraid of. Everything that they’ve given you is a lie. All your history and knowledge was placed in books that sit in places you can’t afford. Only the sons of they can receive the knowledge of old. You must learn to love literature, as they knew the Black Man and Black Woman wouldn’t read collectively to configure their truth because we only know what we see and what we are told. This world is hell, and we can’t cast a spell. We are a species that’s in love with sight, but we’ll never find out who we truly are by watching television on a late night.

We live in a world upside down, where we drown in material. This weight you feel isn’t gravity, it’s sin, as we spin through life in a spiral to ascend or descend until the re-end, where our lives begin again because the soul can never die, only spin. We are forever beings, with a moment to change before it all starts over again …

Watch out for the dead ones, they are here to take your light. Once you pick up the sword, you have to fight for right. You are only wrong when you sing bad songs. A blood-black nothingness began to spin when we began.

The Moon Eclipses Me. I Am the So(u)n.

I’m a Negro turned inside out, I’m a Lightman turned outside in. I am not Black, I’m a universe that burns like the Su(o)n, and this world is done. To be dead is true living, and the only way to be alive. To sleep is spending time for money. I’m here to be better than I was. I come from the thinking tree.

The devil is in you, so control them before you get lost in Satan. A greater path is in you, so follow your dreams. Please remember your path is you doing righteous things. Your path is you moving just like the So(u)n of the Father who created it all. There is no mistake, we all know the life of Yeshua Hamashiach (Jesus the Messiah) and his virtuous path walked without stars. For us to walk and talk a righteous way into faces of the unjust and wicked fay.

Never moonwalk, that’s backward conversations of replicated lives, like the Michaels of this world; they can only record images of being a god. In this material world, where the masters can photocopy legends and manufacture photons you got to conceive; we are made to believe.

We all have a cross to bear, what’s a better way to die than