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The Focus LBK Show EP44: The Importance of Mindset and Perspective

Plus the Caprock Jazz Festival and Fishing Derby are Coming Up!

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Out and About:

Mount Gilead had a filling-station-type-event Sunday July 7th at 6pm. It’s called the Sunday Jam, and yes they were jamming in the Spirit. Prepping for the workweek it seemed.

Here are a few pics, and ya’ll know we’ll put together an article of some sort later in the week.

Spontaneous Poetic Eruption:

This week, I couldn’t help but pull an oldie but goodie out of the bag and share it on the show. This piece is called:

Chains Invisible

Chains, invisible
Chains, invisible
Chains, invisible

Situation critical
they're building
an internet of things
to make their
cyber-selves physical

They wanna reach through the
matrix into the real
from the spiritual

realm
That way they can keep tabs
on all us little lambs.
You know who they be!
Woe is me.  I am what I
am and I thinks 'cause I can

They know this too,
that's why they scan
track and trace us,
and won't leave us be.

Slaves proclaim they have
nothing to hide,
cause deep down inside
they're scared to be free

from these
Chains, Invisible
Chains, 

Invisible
webs stretching around
me, recording and transmitting
stalking through the clouds
be robotic pterodactyls in
stealth mode seeking...
searching through the
herd for the those awake
thinking.

Sky Net is now
but John Connor ain't even
in the fight They tricked
Sarah into believing abortion
was a woman's right. 
She's out there
now  wearing a ridiculous hat
protesting the so-called pay gap.

Some system, somewhere
probably just heard me say that.
They got the waveform
on computer screens
better to display that!

Terrabyte /terraform
terror is an art form.
Our minds are the canvas
But, who is the artist?
That's the question 
they don't want answered

cause speech ain't free
and we ain't either
we can we can pretend these
ain't shackles just because we can't see
them, but they're still

Chains, Invisible
Chains, Invisible

Chains
Hobbling us.
ordering our steps,
Scripting our thoughts,
on LED screens,
high-def/mind death
neutralizing beams

co-axial worms
slowly burro/wing deep into
our souls/ making our human-
ness a dripping mess
which drains slowly through
the holes.

While strumpets and
soy-boys blow
lullabies
enticing us to doze.
Sleep is death's cousin
I thought it was but
it wasn't; 

blue light telescreens
always buzzing
tweeting or twerking
got me tossing 
and turning

feeling sick sad and shook
selling my private data 
to anyone who wants to
look; enough of these
snapshots and our
lives become talking books
that we're only too
proud to display
We some preening peacocks
mesmerized by
trifles and shiny
things.

but most valuable things
don't actually glitter.
And if they give you something
free that means you're not
the customer you're just their Nigga.
the product they are buying and selling
on their
globalist plantation

They planning power and
parenthood through
multi-generations.
Eugenics is their system.
And All of us are just
serfs and peons paying
for permission
to live.

But, 
my life, these poems and 
a good fight is all I got
to give 
so molon labe!
if you don't speak Greek
the point might
Miss You
But if you got your eyes and ears 
on, I know you see
these
chains, Invisible.

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And to close on a positive note, because we are trying to even out our mindsets and perceptions, here some brand new old skool goodness from Common and Pete Rock: