tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43392774550884671322024-02-22T13:06:10.383+00:00Forest Drama and Performance Workshopfree and progressive Drama for all...Forest Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170071919867562283noreply@blogger.comBlogger82125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339277455088467132.post-24790647480817041422014-11-22T03:20:00.000+00:002014-11-22T03:20:14.085+00:00ART MUST STAND WITH PEOPLE...AND HELP THEM TO LIVE IN PEACE...<br />
ART MUST DO POSITIVE THINGS....<br />
LET US THINK....Ras babi Babikerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00578539692949276400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339277455088467132.post-66100519291009121052012-07-20T01:50:00.000+01:002012-07-20T01:50:04.553+01:00A MESSAGE TO THE SUDANESE ELECTRONIC JIHAD GROUP.....I KNOW YOU ARE READING MY WORDS...Listen<br /> Don’t lie<br /> Who is Babylon?<br /> Where is she now?<br /> Warning:<br /> Lying is dangerous<br /> Very dangerous<br /><span class="text_exposed_show"> Lying may reduce<br /> Your blood flow<br /> May causes impotence<br /> This is a pen not a revolver<br /> It is a word not a bullet<br /> From me non-violence<br /> To everyone<br /> To you....</span>Ras babi Babikerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00578539692949276400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339277455088467132.post-23011459076529754242012-05-30T02:16:00.001+01:002012-05-30T02:16:51.321+01:00Julian Marley supporting The Spanish Revolution at Placa Catalunya<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RTiiUZhSLVo?fs=1" width="480"></iframe>Ras babi Babikerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00578539692949276400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339277455088467132.post-45160608788995564382009-04-08T00:24:00.001+01:002009-04-08T00:26:26.994+01:00Lover of my Soul.my beauties, we are moving closer to our sweet night. <br />Love is our answer, our gift,<br />Our collective work will make love live.<br />Art is powerfull.<br />But Love is Lord of All.Forest Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170071919867562283noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339277455088467132.post-66123446230669130662009-04-07T19:34:00.001+01:002009-04-07T19:36:35.947+01:00Anam Cara<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2JEbj71YbDsm24eKhEcCq1-03ib7Z7OQnZsikXX0jqUCqmVzlQV5GaExHde_LcYUYZAmdxIKP9HYZlyh1Ek_IoaiJuoT6Dfx3Af0Ey5BRL3Zqy-I8sXh3Plak4wE92evvWciJI7pFrQ/s1600-h/image403.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 347px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2JEbj71YbDsm24eKhEcCq1-03ib7Z7OQnZsikXX0jqUCqmVzlQV5GaExHde_LcYUYZAmdxIKP9HYZlyh1Ek_IoaiJuoT6Dfx3Af0Ey5BRL3Zqy-I8sXh3Plak4wE92evvWciJI7pFrQ/s400/image403.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322020054027578514" /></a><br />a world of hardship,<br />her heart storm wrecked thrown accross lifes tidal landscapes<br />eaten by salt <br />beaten cooked and dried by thundering sun<br />moments of glory ridden emptiness drifting out n out n out<br />away<br /><br />away.<br /><br />Settled chaos <br />disaster circled<br />around truth<br />like<br />the serpent<br />coiling a tree<br /><br />Here we find the seed<br />a token of bliss in the hereafter<br />the forever more<br />comfort revealed<br />tiny<br />present<br />there<br /><br />heart beating<br />breathing<br />living<br />silence.Forest Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170071919867562283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339277455088467132.post-10797794119091685362009-03-14T14:44:00.001+00:002009-03-14T14:45:41.460+00:00Police brutality in Spainit is real...<br />I need your help.Ras babi Babikerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00578539692949276400noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339277455088467132.post-53910710933224661762009-03-06T06:37:00.001+00:002009-03-06T06:39:07.078+00:00dramadramadramadrama♥♥♥♥Forest Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170071919867562283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339277455088467132.post-89872157128912442452009-03-04T04:58:00.000+00:002009-03-04T05:01:07.133+00:00my bright oneWhen will you believe me<br />that you are my love<br />only you.<br /><br />What does this mean to you?<br />What did i mean to you?<br />Do you know?<br />Do you know my name?<br />Lover, sweet, call me your lover.<br /><br />I am wracked with ruin and fueled by dread<br /><br />Do you think we will marry?<br />Do ou imagine i am stable?<br /><br />Shall we write a letter, to the river, ask it for our forgiveness,<br />ablessing<br /><br />What other moment do i have<br />but here, with you.<br /><br />Will you think away from me?<br />What do you think i want?<br /><br />When will you rest with me, watch the stars turn in years of sky<br />See trees blosssom and age<br /><br />journey<br /><br />when will you be mine?<br /><br />I will not keep you, i cannot.<br /><br />I can hardly keep myself.<br />I am not stable.<br />You want to love me?<br />A blessing on our times then, but spare me the regrets, i am sad enough already.<br /><br />Love and ask nothing o fme and i will share my heart with you<br />sacred, tender<br />simple,<br />close.<br /><br /><br />Close to you, near by,<br /><br />Settled, smiling.<br /><br />Here for you.<br />Only you.<br /><br />Are you my love?<br />The one whos arms i can escape into, <br /><br />the one who will take sanctuary in my embrace.<br /><br />We will leave the world, find refuge, take shelter, learn, and share, slowly.<br /><br />What a hard time we have had my love.<br />I am glad we found each other.<br /><br />Go where you will, i am here, do you understand?Forest Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170071919867562283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339277455088467132.post-31221454472772165342009-03-04T04:54:00.003+00:002009-03-04T05:03:11.487+00:00This months themeThis months theme is "Bright One in the Forest" my beauties. Stir your inner imaginings and lay out some words for us all to feel and find.....13th and 14th march.......what pieces do you have in that heart?Forest Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170071919867562283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339277455088467132.post-15646897870850466172009-02-19T10:16:00.002+00:002009-02-19T10:19:17.857+00:00when it gets thereI am a fool, i will be the first to admit, i have a rare condition but i am amazing (not ego, just wishfull thinking...)<br />AND part of my amazing is you, elusive, sacred, mindfull and real as you are. Even in your everything-elseness, i take part in loving you, unconditionally, from far far away. Like prayer from a halucinating mad man, but true in <span class="text_exposed_show">its promise, sacred in its kiss, golden, sublime.<br />But with-held, within. Yes, crazy, oh and science to explain, death and injury, a scar on my brain, but beauty!! oh sweet beauty, how your ways are flown through self and wonderment, clarity and joy....but peace, for your sadness is a gift also, rare and simple, kind and Beloved, sweet sweet sweet One, be forever in the grace of however you are, sublime divine being.<br />Forgive me, a gutter crawler, a madman fixated with stars, but cherish the thought:::oh how someone loves what may be You.<br />Peace my endless friend and companion in aeons of all of us.</span>Forest Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170071919867562283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339277455088467132.post-49206466372708196842008-12-10T01:12:00.001+00:002008-12-10T01:13:27.499+00:00if you are ever Ras BabiGo spy on us on the facebook drama drama drama group page. We have videos. please see us old friend.<br /><br />care and peace.xForest Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170071919867562283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339277455088467132.post-6252182707153207692008-06-05T22:58:00.002+01:002008-06-05T23:11:48.067+01:00where do i begin.......?for too long i have spoken from my pain,<br />and not my truth.<br /><br />My family,<br />my children,<br />whys and why i am so alone here.<br /><br />My friends.<br /><br />Lost<br />Empty<br />gone<br />spoken<br />through clenched fists<br />deep hurt<br />struggle<br />trauma<br />old past ruin triggered by nothing or something calling the flood<br />of feeling<br />buried water<br />past<br /><br />like karma<br /><br />like pain<br /><br />too long i have not uttered truth<br />and if i dare<br />even if<br />i am wrong<br /><br />if i dare to speak<br />-how will you hear me?<br /><br />With open ears<br />or<br />closed minds<br /><br />open hearts<br />or<br />clenched fists.<br /><br />Choose your rebelion,<br />but do not fight me,<br />not anymore.<br /><br />Noone here can fight me,<br />it is not a challenge,<br />it is a kind of promise.<br /><br /><br /><br />From when i miss you,<br />and thought we could dream things real...<br />i always said; if you can feel it, you can make it real....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i cannot stop myself now.<br />I am burning on the bridge between the worlds......<br /><br />Let me kindle.<br /><br />Alight.<br /><br />Touch me.<br /><br />burn.<br /><br />It is soft, like feathers or breath.<br />It is light, like hope or feeling good...<br /><br />like breathing out.<br /><br />I am breathing out<br /><br />all my sickness, struggle, pursuits..<br /><br />breathing out...<br />all my shit...<br /><br />all of me ....out....<br /><br /><br /><br />I am guided by footsteps....it is as if....i remember, but do not know.......Once, i must have known, and i wonder at all that i have lost to get where i am now, how much of me has become part of this sacrifice...and what for? To be known, to become, to remember......my journey retold an endless times, so meaningfull.....each tiny aspect recalled to my heart to be breathed into light life, become love......to become love again......<br /><br />i shall be born through my love, i am certain of that. i can feel what is and will be but have forgotten what it looks like. When i see i feel like saying "yes! that is it!!!"...but i cannot always find the right words.......and am too absorbed to stay in touch with the truth and not the feeling.....but i am centering.<br />It is part of the becoming, the remembering.<br /><br />I have nowhere to go.<br /><br />I am here already.<br /><br />Yes. The remembering.<br /><br />What do you remember, love?<br /><br />Where do you think you came from?<br />What do you feel you are?<br /><br />Speak to me in your silence, when no-one is around. Talk to me as if i were yourself, your heart, the sky or love....gentle stillness, dusk and dawn.....Look and find me in everything you see,Can you feel it? Is it you seeking me or me seeking you?...Be present.....you will find me. I am here, in your moment, within all things. You are my gift, and i am yours. You are my love, become my love and you will know me. Become love, become one with me and open up to our divine journey.<br />Togetherness is our purpose, here and now.<br /><br />i will wait for you to speak.<br />so<br /><br />i am waiting......Forest Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170071919867562283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339277455088467132.post-88502254358419194802008-05-25T00:57:00.001+01:002008-05-25T00:59:14.484+01:00welcome b(l)ackcome come whoever you are.<br />Wonderer worshipper lover of leaving<br />even if you have broken your vow a thousand times before.<br />Come.<br /><br /><br />Ours is not the caravan of despair,<br />come.Forest Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170071919867562283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339277455088467132.post-45881150313368368112008-05-24T20:36:00.002+01:002008-05-24T20:44:25.803+01:00no more butsyou have always run away.<br />You think you are being chased.<br />It is your sad story.<br /><br />You tell it often.<br /><br />It is your ticket onto the train.<br /><br />"but"<br /><br />I have been here for long also.<br /><br />Before the tracks were laid.<br /><br />When mountains had names and songs still in their hearts,<br />when we could remember.....<br /><br />Shall i speak?<br /><br />Or hold my breath?<br /><br />What do you know of change?<br /><br /><br /><br />You are still blaming Them.<br /><br />But they have gone home.<br /><br />They have caught the last train home, and now they wait to see who you will point at.<br /><br />It is not us,<br />It is you.<br /><br />It is time to wake up from your dream.<br /><br />You are old, yes, but not so clever.<br /><br />You can read, and rewrite things.<br /><br />You can see.<br /><br />But you do not understand.<br /><br />Come and listen,<br /><br />I am at the mouth of the spring, the source,<br /><br />i come from within.<br /><br />Will you sit and listen?<br /><br />I know how to make the change.<br /><br />Do you want to learn?Forest Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170071919867562283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339277455088467132.post-1626994616925180312008-04-10T03:09:00.005+01:002008-04-10T03:31:34.234+01:00I know you can do it..., but,..Jah man..I know you can<br />you are special<br />I knew this<br />since<br />my eyes met with<br />every<br />and<br />each<br />one of you<br />but<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Jah</span> man<br />Has been<br />in this Babylon<br />so long<br />I needed you to understand<br />I believe<br />in what I have done<br />people<br />have the power to go in many directions<br />but<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Jah</span> man<br />has been<br />in the train<br />for long<br />late<br />late<br />Drama workshop<br />have fun<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ras</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">babi</span><br />is not<br />that important<br />I love you all<br />each<br />and every one<br />somehow<br />energies<br />meet<br />indeed.Ras babi Babikerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00578539692949276400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339277455088467132.post-8230973553343427532008-04-09T01:55:00.002+01:002008-04-09T02:04:14.039+01:00Change.so we move.<br /><br />Let go of your disbelief.<br /><br />Let go of your fear, your pain, your sorrow, regret.<br /><br />Now we have changed.<br /><br />What shall we hold?<br /><br />Each others hands...<br /><br />......and jump.<br /><br /><br />I believe we can fly.<br /><br />And i am proud to die trying<br /><br />with You.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />we will die.....<br /><br />.....But the higher we climb,<br /><br />the longer we will have in the air......Forest Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170071919867562283noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339277455088467132.post-58514902396500434782008-03-31T02:07:00.003+01:002008-03-31T02:30:00.116+01:00I quit...Sweet dream...<br />I quit<br />they can buy you<br />not me<br />you gave them your hand<br /><br />it has been long<br />since we have met<br />for the first time<br />cold<br />lonely<br />you were<br />look at you now<br /><br />fuc....<br />fuc....<br />you are damaging my head<br />what is wrong with you?<br />I thought you believed in the people<br />look at you<br /><br />maybe<br />I am wrong<br />I am the one<br />who sings<br />a solo song<br />in your dream<br />not in my soul dream<br />it is just a piece of land<br /><br />I quit it<br />I quit it<br />I quit it<br />I quit u<br />sweet dream<br />clean me<br />before<br />selling meRas babi Babikerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00578539692949276400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339277455088467132.post-66149460632714413162008-03-30T21:55:00.002+01:002008-03-30T22:13:45.934+01:00seekers.....-what?wake up.<br />Please.Forest Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170071919867562283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339277455088467132.post-89603196064862040432008-03-23T03:34:00.007+00:002008-03-23T19:38:05.164+00:00seekers.....why?<span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >2</span><span style="font-family:arial;">. Empowering our community with art</span><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="">1.Seeking understanding, us<o:p></o:p></span><o:p> </o:p></p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal">2. I am disappointed</p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal">1. Why, what happened?</p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal">2. I think I am a dreamer</p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal">1. You are a crazy man</p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal">2. I know</p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal">1. Maybe tea, I make it</p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal">2. O k</p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal">1. O k </p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal">2. Nice one</p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><b>(A break of 3 to 7 minutes)<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal">1. Nice tea</p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal">2. I know, you made it, what did you put?<br /></p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal">1. Secret</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">2. I tell you a story?</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">1. Good</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><i>The story happened long time a go, they say; a Sufi was the wisest of his time, people used to go to visit him, when they feel they can not handle the loads they carry. One day while the Sufi was waiting for anyone to visit him, a man who looked worried and tired; stepped in, the Sufi invited him, to get in and sit down, after doing so, the wise one offered him water, and asked:<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Sufi</i></b><i>:<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><i>What makes the brother breathing with difficulties?<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span style=""> </span>Man:</i></b><i><o:p></o:p></i></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><i>It is the bag I carry<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Sufi:<o:p></o:p></i></b></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><i>Is it too heavy?<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span style=""> </span>Man:</i></b><i><o:p></o:p></i></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><i>Yes it is, master<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Sufi</i></b><i>:<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><i>Do you want to get rid of it, for a short time?<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span style=""> </span>Man:<o:p></o:p></i></b></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><i>Can I?<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Sufi</i></b><i>:<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><i>For one day; leave it with the ones inside there, in that room with the others, and come tomorrow for it<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Man:<o:p></o:p></i></b></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><i>Thank you, good man<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><i>(He runs away light)<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">1. Did it finish?</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">2. What?</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">1. Your story</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">2. It is not my story, I have heard it time ago, no, it did not finish</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">1. So what happened?</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">2. The other morning the man came back as he promised, after having his water; the Sufi asked him to go inside the room, where the <span style=""> </span>loads are, and to pick anyone that suit him, the man did so; and came back with a big smile on his face, and said to the master:</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><b>Man</b>: I prefer this one, I feel right with it, and I do not like any of the others<b><o:p></o:p></b></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><b>Sufi</b>: my good brother, you just picked your same bag</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">(The man ran away very happy)</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">1. It is o k</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">2. I know</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">1. I did not get it</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">2. I know </p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">1. Can we talk about seekers?</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">2. what of them?</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">1. Everyone is confused, they do not know what you want them to do</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">2. Who is every one?</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">1. X, Y, and W</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">2. No they are not</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">1. Someone said; why ras babi presents, what does he do?</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">2. Someone does not like the man</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">1. Other said: why can not we change the theme for next month?</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">2. The theme for next month is The Forest</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">1. I did not know</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">2. Me too</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">1. Funny thing</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">2. Yes it is</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">1. You o k</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">2. yes I am, and you</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">1. Not bad</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">2. People have different experiences</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">1. They do</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">2. Money can make sell your brother, your sister</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">1. I know, money, money, the alternative dream needs no money</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">2. I know, before the deer falls in the hands, the hunters sold it</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">1. What deer?</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">2. Seekers will be great man, every one knows what is going on, I made sure they all know, I spend my time moving from one to the other like a toy</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">1. Do you have the poster?</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">2. the poster is done by a genius one, he has got it right, a lot artists around there, encourage me in what I am doing, they understand it, they know it is not about the man; it is about every one, some they know, although I do not spend time with them talking and down loading my projects, they are the reason I am still there</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">1. What do you mean?</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">2. What do you mean?</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Ras babi Babikerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00578539692949276400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339277455088467132.post-58511185562983522172008-03-15T04:14:00.001+00:002008-03-15T04:16:09.136+00:00ras babi presents:seekers/Friday28.03.08Them give definitions to words and things<br />I and I and I...<br />full of art<br />just seek a place<br />and harmony with this earth<br />we are sharing<br /><a href="http://ardictionary.com/Seeker/3955">Definition: Seeker (Meaning of Seeker)</a>Ras babi Babikerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00578539692949276400noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339277455088467132.post-91279965899432459722008-02-26T21:51:00.000+00:002008-02-26T21:55:07.327+00:00<p><br />Someone<br />Someone…someone hear me.<br />I am Gaia…<br />Someone hear me…<br />I am your Goddess, but you disrespect me, mistreat me…<br />I am your Queen, but you’ve made me your slave.<br /></p><p>Someone hear me…<br />I am Gaia…<br />I am your rock…<br />I am your mother…<br />And you…are my ungrateful children<br />Who suckle at my breast and then spit in my face.<br /></p><p>Someone hear me…<br />I am Gaia…<br />Someone hear me…<br />I am your rhythm, but you’re not dancing.<br /></p><p>Someone hear me…<br />I am Gaia…<br />I have given you life….<br />But, my children, you harm me, rape me…<br />Must a mother be treated this way?<br /></p><p>Someone hear me…<br />I am Gaia…<br />Someone hear me…<br />Respect your sister and brother…<br />Love your Mother.<br /><br />Jcat</p>Forest Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170071919867562283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339277455088467132.post-47696574101657475072008-02-24T01:10:00.002+00:002008-02-24T01:13:12.395+00:00someones!!!!what a sweet and endless feeling of family and love...!!!! let us never forget how productive our collectivity is in positive and beautious compelling and real ways!!<br />I LOVE US!!!!<br /><br />Ok.<br />Lets change the world.<br />peace up.x<br /><br />om shanti big ups all round. (circles of belonging)Forest Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170071919867562283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339277455088467132.post-88821914633297358562008-02-23T12:19:00.003+00:002008-02-23T13:00:34.082+00:00Someone<img src="http://www.doubtlesshouse.org.uk/other/TheForest/RasBabiSomeone/view/2317/image/300/JamesBaster-_MG_0296.jpg"><br /><br /><a href="http://www.doubtlesshouse.org.uk/other/TheForest/RasBabiSomeone/">More Photos</a>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339277455088467132.post-33986099305569025172008-02-23T03:14:00.003+00:002008-02-23T04:04:41.449+00:00Bloody games!!! We are not going to China this time....why?again...<br />come on sing with me<br />sing with me...<br />the strongest of all<br />brother Steve told the thief<br />I wont...<br />I will not participate...<br />there is war...<br />and you are the Mr...<br />who gives the weapons to the killers<br />to the rappers of the women<br />to general al-Basir and his men<br />your veto<br />China gives them permission<br />genocide is your child China....<br /><br />let us say it again<br />we have no problem with the Chinese<br />ras babi loves the people<br />and hates the oppressors<br />art is the mystical thing<br />we will show the whole world<br />we will support the victims of these bloody games<br />in Tibet<br />in China<br />and in Burma and Darfur<br />the people have the right<br />to enjoy their living<br />just like you and others<br />why not?<br />with art we can say what they want<br />we can be their voice<br />we are humans<br />we see their suffering<br />we hear their screaming<br />the guns are shooting them<br />and we are the ones <br />who can stop China from supporting<br />a punch of fanatics<br />a punch of real lunatics<br />who do not care<br />all what they want<br />is attention<br />carry on sing it<br />the song for the people<br />with art...<br />we are defending the people<br />NO<br />NO<br />HUNDREDS OF NOS<br />please do not go<br />do not be the one<br />who share their guilt<br />do not go to China this time<br />do it for the sweetness of their black skin<br />slow down the rhythm<br />let the drums get in<br />and we all sing<br />in my name they have done horrible things<br />the people made Hitler<br />millions of brothers and sisters Jews have gone<br />just like that <br />he has killed millions<br />and our world was impotent<br />no words<br />violins and candles are taking control<br />innocents souls<br />blood and shame are covering our life<br />we ran from Rwanda few years back<br />we are ignoring the people in Palestine<br />let us start to show the power of art<br />the Rastaman says<br />hay mista<br />are you listing?<br />this is a pen not a gun<br />it is a word not a bullet<br />or one of your bombs<br />mista...<br />you have no heart<br />we know that<br />it is a bout the power of art<br />maybe...<br />maybe...<br />something is left there<br />in the dark<br />in your soul mista<br />it is just a call<br />and the strongest song<br />I AND I AND I<br />ever hadRas babi Babikerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00578539692949276400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339277455088467132.post-3270121061593730672008-02-21T01:48:00.002+00:002008-02-21T01:57:38.526+00:00Almajnuun and the thief.(some one)<span style="font-weight:bold;">Is this all the world has to sell?<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I would have thought it had more.<br />Where are the women?<br />I know, i know, transient behaviour.<br />Lust.<br />Deeply filled with a grip of self serving gratification or an endless pursuit of joy and union at the service of some hot lookin-atcha punanaay.<br />What ever bites your biscuit.<br />The naturalness of effortless attraction, mutually bound in the fascination of the other as the self is unburied from its cold solitude.<br />Self.<br />That is what life is no?<br /><br /><br />*<br /><br />can she see us?<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">(she can see.)</span><br />*<br /><br /><br />i do not know this place.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">(it is her sweet dream)</span><br /> It was before my time. It belongs to my father.<br />I can see his dreams, his curls and ambition, subtle, pervasive, ever consistant and loyal. <br />(he finds a woman)<br />She will be my mother. She was here at my birth.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">(((sweet dream)))</span><br />she will be the death of me, bringing me here.<br />I do not know where to belong. In whose hands. Is it envy or fear....or does no one care.<br />If i cannot be seen...will they hear me?<br />I care not for their words.<br />These sentances will strangle me. like tentacles from the deep come to drag me down.<br />I must be sure to corse through these turbelent waters with an intrepid and wicked speed.<br />Ill winds will cut me a guidance and the wash of grief stricken wretchedness will find no meeting with me.<br />I am grown under what has been done or will seem to do, i am thorough, i am fully<br />i come from under<br />from under from under<br /><br />breathe my stink<br />feed on my dirt my blood my hunger<br />take without knowing, steal without plunder<br />let all these things find their way into your blood, by poisen and chemical and breath....<br />that will be your sickness.<br />Nothing else will hold you.<br />Fail in your choices.<br />Let scripture fade let ink dry up<br />but let blood flow....freely.<br />And let the words be rewritten.<br /><br />blow cruel winds that mark my passage <br />blow free and wild and chase the sun from my shadow<br />blow through bones and bricks and mortar my little pigs<br />devour the stillness and tear from them their sounds<br /><br />we will open a new age.<br />And Death, sweet Death, will be its guidance, its gaurdian.<br /><br />Remember now, oh life, that which is born to you now.<br />For it will leave, as the winds blow and push you for a time, so life is you for but an experience<br />the wind shall leave, and i with it, turning our backs to the moon and sun and self<br />where will we rest?<br />what is for sure?<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">(a change, now, as good as a rest,<br />for we are not alone.<br />Mixed feelings and the sound of a voice,<br />he asks and can only say):</span><br /><br />do you remeber when we kissed and you layed by my side?<br />You said we lived close, that we could find the centre of the whirlwind where it is calm and there is peace, there we would hold each other,<br />and if the storm took us<br />we would fly to death but not be torn apart<br /><br />(Days pass, turning into years, the seas rise and fall, oceans take land and new lands are born. Pharoahs, kings, politicians and priests, rise and fall, ownership takes lands and new lands are born.<br />The ocean, the rain and the strom, wash away the kingdoms of men.<br />The earth will eat itself to live forever.<br />You may be swallowed, consumed.<br />You may be devoured, feasted upon.<br />You may pass gently back into it all.<br />Death does not consume life, it is the guide of eternity.<br />And it will guide you.<br />As it feeds you, clothes you, and lays down your anscestors so their blood can rise in you.<br />Death does not stop life.<br />Life continues.<br />Forever, it would seem.</span><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">So we wait.<br />Await the coming of the end.<br />How will it be?<br />A change? to what? to where?<br />How can it end?<br />Wait and see.....)<br /></span><br />its taking a long time.<br />When does it get over.<br /><br />But i am learning things. Many things. I have seen the gold rise and fall. I have perfected, a thousand times, the art of desire. I have seen these trees be grass be ocean be marsh and fenn land, desert to jungle, and back again.<br />This earth does not stay still.<br />And all the while, this great darkness spins all things purposefully, stars flood into being and light is sucked into itself to produce more stars elsewhere.....Planets dance spirals and egg shapes around collosall orbs or burning......existance is in each one, the gasses, stars, rocks and burning sunstars......and pity the mortals who think that existance only looks human or animal....vegtable....when all things are defined a course by creation and do not belong to themselves........<br />How the stars would laugh if i could explain it to them.<br />But they will not.<br />If only you could see it all.<br />His majestys greatest plan, to sacrifice into life.<br /><br />i have watched you now for a long time. I know your ways and have realised your secrets. I know your issues, motivations, dreams and desires. I am nourished with a clear understanding of who you are. I see the things you don't see. I see why. I know your heart beating, your tounge when you sleep. I know your every breath, th eones you breath eand the ones that go missed. I see your toenails grow, i notice the movement of hair as it gets longer. I am slow, and quick, and i am aware all the time.<br />Your virtues, and vices, are mine to behold.<br /><br />The stars would be amazed to see what i can see.<br />But they will not.<br />It is funny. I shall be my own sun.<br /><br />I shall not miss them when they are gone.<br />But i will always wish that i could have one with them.<br />One with you.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">(Again the mood changes, but only to turn away.<br />Now we face someone, but we are not sure who it is.<br />We cannot go too far.<br /><br />We cannot go too far.)<br /></span></span>Forest Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170071919867562283noreply@blogger.com0