KHEMETIC GODDESS

DESIGNER'S NOTE:  One of my ongoing assignments is to do the editing and text treatment for visual artist Gabrielle Berwick's blog-Portfolio. This requires making the best decisions that will complement her unique artistry.

In this assignment - i pen tooled out the "Khemetic Goddess" in CS4 Photoshop and laid it against a plain white background. I complimented the art piece by then adding khemetic text (hieroglyphics) to the all white background and lowered the opacity. For the main text "KHEMETIC GODDESS" i borrowed from the darker charcoal color in the drawing for color treatment (straight black would have taken away from the natural charcoal feel of the art piece in my opinion).

After treating the original drawing with some effects to lift the drawing off the page, i laid it over the khemetic text background. To close it out I went with a thick font to fill out the page, as well as to add emphasis to the Khemetic Goddess theme.

It's always a pleasure and an inspiration working behind Gabrielle. Her work motivates you.

THE PROCESS FLOW:

M. Anthony aka B. Divine
interactiveMEDIA & webDESIGN
www.manthonyDESIGN.blogspot.com

BANGS: Let Me Take You To The Movies

NEW HOTTTTTTT ISH!!!

50 Cent At Floyd Mayweather's Big Boy Mansion with Rick Ross' son, Tia and Diddy in Las Vegas

ok so...LMAO!

Who Is Kwame Nkrumah?

Kwame Nkrumah became the first prime and later president of Ghana. He was born on September 21, 1909, at Nkroful in what was then the British-ruled Gold Coast, the son of a goldsmith. Trained as a teacher, he went to the United States in 1935 for advanced studies and continued his schooling in England, where he helped organize the Pan-African Congress in 1945. He returned to Ghana in 1947 and became general secretary of the newly founded United Gold Coast Convention but split from it in 1949 to form the Convention People's party (CPP).

After his 'positive action' campaign created disturbances in 1950, Nkrumah was jailed, but when the CPP swept the 1951 elections, he was freed to form a government, and he led the colony to independence as Ghana in 1957. A firm believer in African liberation, Nkrumah pursued a radical pan-African policy, playing a key role in the formation of the Organization of African Unity in 1963. As head of government, he was less successful however, and as time passed he was accused of forming a dictatorship. In 1964 he formed a one-party state, with himself as president for life, and was accused of actively promoting a cult of his own personality. Overthrown by the military in 1966, with the help of western backing, he spent his last years in exile, dying in Bucharest, Romania, on April 27, 1972. His legacy and dream of a "United States of African" still remains a goal among many.

Nkrumah was the motivating force behind the movement for independence of Ghana, then British West Africa, and its first president when it became independent in 1957. His numerous writings address Africa's political destiny.

source:  www.africawithin.com/nkrumah/nkrumah_bio.htm

Remembering Billie Holiday

U Be Thief and Army Arrangement

In Honor of the AFRIKAN King of Swag!...

negativeSPACE!

at times life experiences take you on a roller coaster... and you MUST be prepared to ride...
i don't think there are words able to describe... and this short film is just 1% of a single thought of her.

in my eyes - Neferu (Gabrielle) is ART. she's a phenomenon as well as the LOVE in my life.


she's a dedicated artist in everything she do. over the ump-teen years of knowing her our connection has taught me the true existence of passion.

her art and existence is deeply appreciated and a contribution to the world.

Sincere,


-B. Divine
360 Divine Films
www.manthonydesign.blogspot.com
www.borndivine360.blogspot.com

Phat Thoughts and Hot Cakes

i found this oldie and decided to post it.  stay motivated and keep moving forward. - B. Divine

I have no need to reflect my bank account in my dress

though some dress and don’t reflect

I detect

an error in financial priority

but hey,

live it up – do you,

be free

There’s also a cost to free

futuristically-

I wish we can all be lavishly

living our illusions, dreams and flings

what makes kings and queens is character

more than flashy things that bling

But shine on young don-

the foolish wisdom of a prick

ain’t shiz-nick

to your plan of action

when you are face to face with subtraction

and crime results to your actions

because bling time is due.

I hope you got it in you to stomach what gangsta do

because gangsta don’t think things through especially when

they limit self to “what they haff to do”

because nobody “haff to do” anything

but apply right thought equal right action,

and in that is abundance,

the greater path to substance.

n’all, lil-money-come-quick

Divine don’t hate – baba motivate

I got the x-perience to relate,

been there!-done that!

Chose to evacuate false perception

that was embedded from conception

we would all saturate the welfare lines

living life – part time

just making it

actually!

faking it,

if it was up to them

that is

if WE let THEM choose OUR reality.

flashy-working-mama

hard times

full of baby daddy drama

I make connects visually

with a spill on how to get free…

I put her up on better life strategy

The first step is to eliminate the enemy within

because conditioning runs deep

when your life has been socialized

to only realize that the enemy exists outside

when truly we harbor the cause and effects of

choice and decisions

it’s either he DO or DON’T complement your vision

but first you got to HAVE vision

and an able mind to listen

because for each side is a compromise

that benefit the whole

through ignorance we try to control

and push the line

but find our selves single in the mingle

with buddy friends that meet sexual ends

when truth be told

every Cinderella wants a fella

to call their own.

and…

sour emotion leads to slight depression

and it’s hard to awake to daily blessings

hard to hear the voice of motivation when you’re

pushed pass patience it becomes cowardice

as it enables our perception of love

demote flesh to flesh contact

I tell you –

it’s hard to make love to an empty shell

or that spouse from hell

hard to tell the truth when your blinded by lust

American lies like “in god we trust” or

“baby ill be right back” as if you’re sipping similac-

I once had a woman with eyes in her back

but when the relationship was over

mama dearest couldn’t see forward to a future

beneficial for self.

I can tell you personally from me,

love is NOT the denial of self-

love is NOT every man - wombman for self-

in a relationship we occupy common wealth

health and inspiration – time and dedication

is the only way to pierce through

what the mind has been trained to view

as a way of life

stable relations between man and wife

is NOT Maury Povich, NOT Sally Jesse Raphael,

NOT sitcoms or TV shoes, NOT fancy clothes,

NOT pimps and hoes, NOT can we just be friends,

NOT money or trends, NOT Mercedes Bends,

NOT listening to friends that have no clue,

NOT doing what celebrities get paid to do (ACT);

if the two is not putting forth the best in you

and thinking things through

then what is there left to do

note: Be brave. Confront your issues from within.

See life through real view instead of from a rear view.

it eliminates the need to feel the need to turn back,

definitely something we all can’t do.

-B. Divine

REVOLUTION PROPAGANDA

Ol'SKOOL Born Divine...

REVOLUTION PROPAGANDA - BORN DIVINE

Free Thoughts: 11/15/2009

 "Learn to listen to its voice and it will solve the problems of your life."  - Lubicz

i'm determined to do better than just make it.

but at times the course is so complex...

it's like disposition is so random

got me on G like... what's next.

most cowards they flex,

but Adiah made a man.

everyday on my PROGRESS,

with or without those that understand;

i'm a man.

....

i'm looking at the world through stained glasses,

black & mild smoke, puerto-rican rum and passion fruit juice.

mind on able

attitude stable,

but i admit i can do a lil better.

thinking about writing her a letter

to express - what is left and how i feel inside.

somethings we can't hide,

some things we keep inside,

some things we put aside in order to secure our pride.

....

how do we free ourselves from the ills of a corrupt society,

without taking with us the ills of a corrupt society.

the social living and conditions is more than just black talk,

not every solution to negro crisis is outlined in black talk.

but as black talk leads to action, this is but a fraction of the work that need to be completed. in most cases black talk lacks practical talk and that's real talk that's much needed.

i'm not saying that we can't move on better solutions,

there are no foregoing conclusions -

implicit benefits is an illusion to suffering...

and until we understand that THE PLAN starts with ONE MAN

and how he/she relates to ONEself, Family and society...

we'll be on this gig forever.

Un Cooked Raw and Unfinish: One

Flash back
to when I sold dope in front of the crack house
All comments aside,
it was either do or die in my eyes
so I apologize for my limited understanding
of what life was truly about-
I did it –no doubt

And I can’t rewind the grind-
to my niggas doing time,
those that lay in decay,
if we knew a better way
we would have dedicated time-
instead we increased the crime

or better yet -I speak for self,
with the 9 mili tucked under the belt
is how I held it down in Sarasota,
a Dade County Soldier for the
distribution of the cola-

the cook king to crack feins
the addiction to shiny things
hardly betrayed my vision-
some rewarded double life in prison
that wasn’t the outcome we envisioned,
but we advanced on it anyway-

like how I shut ‘em  down in VA-
Newport News-
gave fuck boys the blues-

pistols used or misused,
somehow we all abused
our right to progress in a bias society-
in a capitalist economy

where every dollar holds the blood of the unfortunate-
welcome to a world where the wolf benefits,
and the three little pigs represent lean bacon for the meat eaters-
where every soul is cold so we conceal heaters-
and warmed it up for those that sought to defeat us-

and this is just a portion of what I wish to share-
on how we evaded welfare to make it well fair,
how we reduced the value of the hood
with random shots and  sales of illegal goods-
how we portrayed hood life as the good life
how we took life to live life
to be condemned to life

I can’t justify my plight
neither would I bullshit about my wrongs
or promote them in hip-hop songs

so I drop bits and pieces in poems
hoping that someone reads it,
maybe the future will need it
and be warned not to repeat it
and seek the wisdom to heal generational ills

I still feel like I’m two seconds from a dope deal,
two minutes from a shoot-out
or some nigga running up in my house-
and I got to show them what killings about-
I’d rather display what life’s about

I quantum leap back in front of the crack house
Carol City Bahas
where I named the local cops JAWS,
protected the team’s financial flaws
and ran off the rats like bigger cats
with bigger gats- SCRATCH THAT!

not even these words can soothe my pain,
like how we dumped the dope down the drains
when the cops came

and all you can remember is when you had it
but now you don’t-
then I was ignorant enough
to make that sacrifice,
but now I won’t-

this is dedicated to XXX
and her lil brother on 37^th Ave
when they chased him down and shot em-
middle finger to them same muthaf___
as I jumped back in the car a week later saying
“I got em”-

to the projects and government plans
that induce this type of thinking,
mature now, thinking-
what the fuc_ was I thinking

and yet life still shrinking
for the average youth today
the ELDERS say they paved the way
but the OG’s went astray

(like i said...unfinished!)

REMEMBER ME...

Ogun sever the heads of my foes…

I’m low-key like kilos on bob dole yachts,

I’ve been drowning those against me

even with lifeguards on bay watch.

I untied the knot,

Separated my interest from pigeons with

Ill intentions,

No need to sit and shit

When it comes to accumulating family benefits…

All b.s. aside-

I left Miami with plans to be a better man,

Since then, early morning mirror diaries

Give me reflections of a better man –

So I key frame my success-

While most in purgatory looking for success,

I god-body the flesh-

Honing the skill –that helped me to gain my

Success; I’m so bless-

But find myself approached by more enemies,

Moms say that they envy me

Because I evolved with the grind…

I figured, why settle for part-time

When I’m living life full-time-

(I’ll EXPLAIN LATER…)

There’s nothing like a hater-

They undermine their own efforts to be greater,

Cut their own throat – and name you the slayer-

So I say this prayer:

Ogun sever the heads of my foes,

Help me to peep those with a turned back

And eyes closed-

Need I pay them any more attention,

Once their names are mentioned-

May it be so.

-B. Divine

Reincarnated Traffic King

Title: Reincarnated Traffic King © 2007
By: Born Divine (Baba Juju) aka Young Knockas
Edited by: Goddess Love - Sha’KMT Divine

Not every fool is wise enough to make a come back.

I can say that because I’m actual fact of a come back.

I’m unarmed but these arms once bore arms that broke lives apart -

Sold dope to fiends, I aided the murder of kings and queens,

Supported coke and crack addiction and slayed dreams of kings and queens-

Made crack babies of kings and queens.

Now picture me trying to shake night visions, life in prison-

But somehow I still feel locked up-

Internally enraged - self enslaved-

In a box by myself trying to make an end.

Pistol clutched, the aroma of nag champa - A candle lit;

I once was with a Queen that feels that I was full of shit about

multiple relationships that smothered the street monster inside.

I was tired –

Flipping from heckle to jeckle, South kacka-lackie country to

Miami deco to ghetto-

After an abusive relationship,

I wonder if we now understand the bigger picture.

You see gansta, either way it will get cha-

Don’t take for joke that your actions outside of home

Won’t eventually enter your home…

Ah murderah outside is a murderah within,

It flows in the character of blood,

And defies the moral foundation that once

Held folks together; It gets deep-

I have yet to fully appreciate a rapper or

So-called poet trying to narrate these streets and the making of the beast,

That eventually becomes you - and the bullshit you would do…

For the sake of cash and a gangsta status quo-

“out for that cheddar” – “bout that loot” – “get that doe”

I did it all,

a biblical Saul to Paul

Actual fact to the majority of all ya’ll

With the discipline to know and apply the mathematical difference-

The Feds(Federals) gave Dogg (Dee) a double life sentence

And that’s the mathematical difference -

Because you can’t live life twice,

But it intimidates the right to fight-

Because if they do minimize it to just life-

It still would be life…right.

I laugh at videos, rappers with thug protocols

Because they know-like I know, that a stupid nig with a trig can end it all-

A federal case can crush it all-

In one pop or sting operation cop; a snitch word is dropped…

And the body drops in irregular position-

A disposition to a quicken or cell blocks in prisons.

Look-

Just call me the nig that gave up-

Or the chump who had enough-

I’ll play your bluff – until I’ve had enough.

I’m still short tempered – a pistol grip away from prison

But spite my condition; I see more life in living so I became The Fisherman-

Though my scales weigh a bit different than what they used to…

I had to adapt to a livin that my family wasn’t use to…

So now I evaluate the cost-

The hommies lost-

The weight of a crime boss and the anxiety of an appeal.

I can recall every deal, like its real-

Every shoot out I can still feel like its real-

So now I struggle to master the feel,

Truthfully, let it be known as an addition

It’s hard to admit when it’s the streets that you missin,

Set backs to irregular conditions,

Like long nights-

Out of state awakes-

And the chances you negate, the lives you destroy or elevate,

The smiles and camaraderie are not all fake but,

Today I awake with hommies doing life behind bars and guarded gates.

Welcome to my experience – I pray that you are just passing through,

You are a witness to:

“The Reincarnated Fate of a Traffic King”

Put Life First (PLF),

Born Divine

At The Bar Scence: Tipsy On The Scenery

I heard her sex game was left lane

Interstate 95 –

I heard she pump jet fuel in the lambo

Do or die like rambo –

So I held my glass up in salute-

Decided I’ll pass on that ass,

And pick up with the feel’n at home

In the sex room – where parents groom;

Shhhhyt… I call it the Sugar Dome.

Can’t get confuse and misuse the heat

Got’ta –

Make heat where I can slouch in complete –ness,

Sweetness is a delicacy of mine;

I visually record the grind so when she’s not around

Like digi – tal, Divine can … rewind!  - “pull it back selectah!!!”

Like osun the Goddess is the sweetness of nectar.

In gansta we say, “We all got guns”

But check it Badu,

Mama’s  gun is a Heckler…  (MP5K automatic that is).

The point is…

Dudes get lost in the heat of the moment

But in foreign land – understand my seeds, nall!

Divine ain’t sow’n it

It’s hard to build a nation outside of patience

And I can move better with the lack of aggravation,

And the trails of a mental patient; So…

Navigation on home bound.

Tip-toe to the Sugar Dome.

Vibrate the cell phone.

“Iya?...”

“Baba’s is home.”

Kitchen Writing Over Tea

It’s funny how the world can take you on a twist

A bliss – unchallenged theory highly marketed

Until it appears to be acceptable

The lies of yesterday formulate what is truth tomorrow

As we dance to a tune and call it new but if we knew

The ancients played the same keynotes and strokes;

Nathen new under the sun – not even our ignorance and

Reliance of fool’s cake; the invisible visible drapes always

Separates the hierarchy from the common.

Deep thought is prohibited to the revolutionary with a hype slogan;

She will murder you before enemy, pass concept to clowns but

Solicit your tide and offering on 10% truth and 90% bias book reads

And speeches.

With limited worldview, he is eager to teach you the “truth” from his

Limited view of black is good and white is bad or vice versa;

a reactionary reverse of what has been experienced and the conditioning that speaks

nathen of solution but adds to the problem.

They would be the first dragons I would slay,

I refuse to apologize,

my elders raised my eyes to despise fools in leader’s clothing using the excuse that

“Nobody ain’t doing nothing” or “the youth won’t rise to the occasion,”

Make way for the nigga that does the job because “ain’t nobody doing it.” 

But as sure as the word “pussy” is involved he’s screwing it – up that is; but pass that off as merely euphuism. Please…

I reach beyond our condition, to hear spirit if you listen with the wisdom

of the fisherman,

Indeed there is plenty of fish, -Enough for every dish,

Our prayers to their “I wish”;

Our spirit to their ghost;

Can we mark this off as a simple defeat?

I mean…, have you ever saw Casper in the presence of Vodun;

the docu – lecture is coming soon to a spot near you.

(for booking… lakayliberte@bellsouth.net).

In my time, I watch folks go from kuntakente to kool-to-kente

From afrikan, - to round tha way,

And now the niggas yelling “convict, convict, convict.”

But pass that off as merely euphuism. Please…

Since when is deep thought treason to critical reason,

And learning avoided by the teacher,

And god -light years away from the preacher;

To where he must ask “can I get ah amen?”

Or the hustler game so lame to where he must ask,

“You feel me, -you feel’n me dogg?”

Mark my words-

Them worst than swine, hustling backwards – part-time with no benefits;

Groundhogs mingling with dead to feel a live – talk’n that 70’s jive –

Comical like Saturday Night Live, at which I never laughed;

I felt they were making fools of themselves.

Call me, the young John Henrik Clarke as I turn my back on center stage-

I won’t applaud, as a matter of fact  -I’m enraged about the buffoonery

Until we are serious about our upliftment

Anti-forces will abuse their right to keep on stick’n it

This goes beyond the Negro advancement and atonements

But if you need somebody to say “sorry” to you in order to

Get cho ass up and fight for dignity and respect with integrity in the midst of

Gaining from LIFE all that she has to offer

And the beauty that rides inside of her experience, and to adhere to diligence

And persistence in the midst of any struggle;

I am happy to burst your bubble-

Your theory, concepts and propagandas are outdated, beyond overrated!!!

And that’s an understatement; not nearly euphuism. Please…

Don’t talk about prisons

If symbolically through your actions

You are building them,

Fore every man, woman and child needs a home

If his own (family, community, church, Egbe, Ile, Mosque, Temple, etc.)

Has not built one for ‘em.

Community heals the ills of the past

And promises a foundation and protection

Of our life investments for tomorrow

Stop digging deep to find sorrow

When a path has been laid

When a price has been paid

And all that we have to do is follow through.

Self Determination and Persistence,

Born Divine

BROKEN ENGLISH

My b.e. is so crazy

It should be in a nut house

 If it ain’t about progress

Then it rarely flows from my mouth

To the ears of those that need to here

That we can function without fear

To my enemies, however we’re enemies,

You’ll forever remember me –

Just as long as you speak of me…

b.e. -

I speak action words

b.e. more predicate than verbs

but I’ll never deny the truth in my subject

neither present nor past tense

my b.e. is beyond the average emcee,

it’s so present, I speak past tense

like my success already happened

b.e. –

I mastered it

Bull shit-

I bastard it

Like a father on child support

I ain’t eeeee much show’n up for court.

b.e. on exit like abort mission

I weathered the conditions

Umbrella, rain jacket or not-

Them!

um not,

So umma do it like me

Talk like me

Walk like me

Be like me

b.e.