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Chains clankled in the old slave house . Neither the  river  plantation close to the tall mountains or the keys fitting to free the slave that was worth more in gold more in silver and more in the weight of the precious stones….oh how he came here no one knows...when he wasn't in the fields working … still the keys wasn't ready to free this …symbol….the old old past revisits and lives in both white and black men… with the seasons of fall...and harvests… perhaps anybody could tell their side of a story  the way it scrolls…. The trees was all around that's what. Tall was What they called him… Mr. Tall. Meet Mr. Tall.                                          He was

Then he'd rest. In the little barn like shed made from lumber like George Washington came to live here in America…it was many years ago…the tall man… was the best MAN… ...there was more slave chains in the small building besides the house… with grand halls…Mr. Tall tells the story later after he leaves...and the grand South falls…. ThoughtsoutrKwar books letters to home...A young lady waits for his replies… Of this country he was in disguise… a royal breed…to hold account for despicable men in white whigs he wrote to his lovely women home….The coats are here surrounds the red and blue…. France my dear and England… WHAT MONSTERS THEY DONE TO THE INDIANS….No One speaks what their greed and beatings torture killings raping pillage...my lovely wife countless ...misgivings from a white bred man...with class and honor...no one dares to speak...however many years into the future they still enslave something that makes the black or Indians bitter and sour… that was laid at their feet after this mistakes grief it's no longer a white problem “ fault” …. He lived a long time ago...somehow thru the generations it's inside a black man's heart… his pride… It's inside what strains against his flesh mind and hands..what he builds creates and loves.for his soul he carries perhaps he knows now how to shift shape into a bird to fly home… He has descent to the river carry on the canoe inside the earth… maybe even perhaps he's been chained then long ago longer before America the land of the free…. The man with his ores stands at the head of the raft a sliver of light shines in…. Then all of a sudden the men and women chained on the boat is asked this question…. To them…. Who do you worship??? Then the littlest one replied for all of them I am a slave girl...somehow the girl new she was far from home speaking clearly egypt holography… signs and onward…. She worshipped the sun….the colors of pigment the colors of skin… the colors of Mr Tall's family and momma...he came from the country of Zimbabwe...along the way his mother traveled sold to Egypt...where the kings and queens and princesses ...during the years following King David's prophecy on Egypt's pyramids held the country's grain from famine..Shibboleth… they were many countries even the jews during war thru the years of prosecution if anyone could not pronounce a list how they spoken… Correctly on a travel road. They would be killed…. Sometimes Mr. Tall remembered his family when he was chained to the wall late at night… He remembered his mother and how he was raised  by the teaching of Arabuta and all the rest…Mr. Tall is Dr. Ben Carson s eagerness to have explored…. Like the angels and men both eyes have seen and ears have heard about you…. And also Mr. Tall s told the story of. Pie and the leaders who still should be leaders…. Obama and Herman McCain….pizza pie!!! 😌 on a magic carpet ride Mr Tall when he slept standing up from both his arms stretched his body limped from the weight of his chains and his beating on his back that evening from a cruel slave owner… God came to his flesh… the magic carpet ride…. It was the beginning of a October… and he dreamt of the Arabian Nights… the book he had hid he sometimes read… the white horse landed on the rooftop… and he was there!!! At home… the white horse went to the city on all the roofs… Mr. Tall s carpet was attached to the beautiful horse that flew… Mr. Tall . was strong…. He had been whipped his flesh bare and sore bleeding to a bone… the night gave up and forth...all over the world he travelled… the night had been too long to those who slept comfortably in feather beds...Mr. Tall looked down but even in his sleep even in his dreams even while he stretched out on the night air… his back hurt so bad… it rained in the city of his homeland… Egypt...and it was like a soothing balm...the owls perched and flew its been so long since he could see the deserts and the canal they builders made… Oh to go to the hajj how he was raised…. His dear mother he looked in her castle window and saw her … the queen of Egypt… and his sleeping soon to be princess bride… but Mr Tall was a spy… 1st to travel to America…. He loved his country in which he was raised….sometimes how he wondered the times… how… the flags and boats how time crossed and wove… he wondered even during the day while he worked the tobacco and cotton and grapes… how the country of the USA stole the eye of horus….and traveled so far away… he didn't know what ...why ….they needed the eye to trade… A-Men the God… Mr. Tall had plenty of time in his dream on his magic carpet ride to explore the stones as size of golf balls peltered down all over… as he was in retreat… a safe place he could speak innocent thoughts… somehow if he wasn't shrewd or hard… he was a clown… to be nice...he was forced to become even if he wanted to yes em and no sir…. He knew… he knew… to hold his tongue...somehow alot mote be done as he drift in sequel...and...to turn the rug… that was woven by the persians…. By his might…Mr. Tall looked in the window watching his ma… Queen… he talked the feelings that pressed him asleep to her and he heard her reply while his body jerked and impressed the matter… to him… draped the window he watched her from outside… lighting the lamp … and the all seeing eye that belonged to her country… Her son… Mr. Tall is a star… Queen Flower Latifa… knew her son was brave to assist the throne s country and he insisted he go… glad…. Everywhere the world was built falls like Rome… streets cities and buildings threshed to imprint on a map in the new world the USA presence of history and gallant men that was already formed one way or another established in the country s of the earth… too look just in the city that he was a slave… even the men was lazy to draft legislation and bring a british parliament would have been better for them or if they only listened to the Indians… In the first place so hurried were they… too Mr Tall's opinion… and surveillance… Of course he was 500 years old in his grief….a soldier and roots from Zimbabwe and Egypt..and that's not taming the wild west… even then to surprize and dismay Canada was apart of the conquest… although we know… why… today we live with oil and wine… god says do not touch or hurt… Queen “ Flower” Latifa sent her ships to regain her people who was bought and sold …by her “ hand flower” signed the order into law… In make believe of a true whistle that calls...BY THE QUEEN'S HAND….Mr. Tall was outside near the terrace still in a dream he could feel the rain drizzling on his back.. The magic carpet was wet…. The slaves watched in dismay him with sadness the few who was joined prisoners cuffed her wrists… some chains was shorter and some was longer but they could not reach him to whipe his blood trickling like sweat… down his chest and more a guess on his back…. Mr. Tall was at peace tonight was still shallow breathing… the slaves was quiet… it was dark in the room… they lived in… each wanted to say something… each wanted to mainly bath his dark skin… thinking of infection… only they need a clean life… nails trimmed … hair brushed and fed… nevertheless…. How many of them suffered here at the turning of the war… the owners some who hasn't gave up...or went to war… stayed there whipping and raping the slaves...some most were mean...they even recruited the INDIANS…. Mr. Tall had a small 😃 smile curve the corner of his lips upward somewhere far off he was happy…. Something…. Maybe the eye of horus… he never saw currency from the new country… he never had anything to trade...he only owned the clothes he was gave… oh but he vowed… they would pay….somehow…...by their mistakes...and he thought… with the help of the North the yankees just as aweful as the south...because they would have lost it wasn't toward the end of the war freedom was fought for because in all honesty the south  wanted to form on the continent another country… Mr Tall smile grew because somewhere in his sleep the genie appeared and Mr Tall had a wish he wished he could eat fried chicken… a whole bird… and his young princess left a piece out on the dinner table… but Should I take it??” he wondered before the hunger pains in his stomach opened his eyes for a moment he realize he was dreaming… then went back to sleep to find a chair at the kitchen table...he was thirsty… and the genie gave him water… but the genie-Angel was mad… in the middle of the night desperate illusion..he flew thru the night the reigns of his white horse wrapped around his hands Then he didn't know where to go where to be…Mr Tall saw the great sphinx in his country they had esoteric readings of inside a tomb where a pharaoh was buried to learn the stars and moon planets and how to build from the molder and clay iron bronze ages to make a city…. And he missed all of these things…so much...the ancient sphinx and half his heritage of Egypt…. Half his ancestry and maybe all of his birthrights… the important thing even today is the communication of the aliens and the crop circles… that communed in different parts of the world… they would fly here from another planet…. The earth has yet to explore… old astrologers practiced and reports to the heads of states… the monarchy… and some dreamers could communicate… send s o s and morris code of help to them using eye movement of sleep… that's after he accomplishes order… “ Mr. Tall the Prince from Egypt”... Pursue the advancements of material substance and matter.. Evidence and not a bubble gum wrapper...so many gloss over the real worth with other fiction tales to keep hidden the works of the apostles and religion in fact merged with seals and magic...from are dearest king Solomon and Moses...the writings...and feats they knew while extensive research brewed… how he didn't know they would be concealed...thru man's deceivement…. Sometimes when he was awake hed tell the tales to the other slaves he wanted them to learn...they would tell stories to each other handed down thru the years of generations… folklore Mr . Tall Tales wasn't stupid… he was called here in The new states and following the slaves pardon would go by being called when he made visits to Africa...before his mother became a QUEEN she wrote of her country...and drew pictures too… she wrote of her small brother Niko she missed and the puppies… he had… Niko had a dog and the dog ran away from home… Niko when he was 7 went to look for him… and found him with a litter of pups… in the small village in Zimbabwe Niko returned home and was made a hero… there family was honored from the small boys braveness...and was ordained in the village as a authority counsel…Queen Flower Latifa when she had arrived wrote her brothers story… and she had used it to bind it with materials she wore that was apart of her dress her own mother made her the day she had left her country in Zimbabwe… she wrapped the material of her dress around a special plate used to preserve THE leaves of folio...where Mr Tall went … the other slaves couldn't see maybe he disappeared briefly it was dark and they slept dreaming dreams to of molasses and corn bread grits and homney..either day or night they had to accept there conditions..the next morning When the first rays of sunshine came over the ocean..Mr . Tall pulled on top of the slave quarters… He arrived with ecstatic agony… his trip around the world and several stops ahead from the royal blood glowed on his dried skin …… he became awake in reality… His hands let loose the white horse… for the horse neighed his soooo long… snorted and pranced a couple inches and his hoofs digged into the spot at the iron barred latched door… as if he was really there. Mr. Tall before he felt his body awake fully felt ok… felt hopeful because he knew things was coming to a halt… Cost his horse left… he saw many things when he dreamt…. Of his voyage…. He was high in the sky…he felt like he was flying in his torn clothes of prince's wardrobe… so he traveled to his horse was a horse from Adderley. Edge…The white horse no one  wanted him… In the night Mr. Tall heard him spoke heard in his throat of neighs human words of his own journey… whistles… the mage and the sleeping knights. Fallen asleep… while the horse waited… Cost was free…. With no master… he didn't know ( Mr. Tall ) this white horse came here to breed the finest line of history...with the indians palominos … captured was the wild mare… lucky was the horse with better shoes… from Saudi Arabia…the door opened and in walked the staunch man… but he was relaxed…faith in the south he was blind… they never have learned the black man who goes to fight for a family meal to feed his family because jobs are harsh .. With promise of college… then to me they sing chant dance and play to perform better… IF Mr. Tall could speak at all he'd say today… you bet … the flag is rightfully ours… the field the QUEEN Winds blew the row of flowers bending...to protect against racism… a martyr American made built the south from the ground...the QUEENs gardens each had a special reward...in the churches in the knights and before god and safety a personal petition s why they do something…. The white man entered to set free the ones loosing the chains… at their wrist… the wall breathes a gentle. Sigh still firm as the slaves stretch inward and relax… groan… To .. Tired of the darkness .. And ready to work...the slaves They had names… each in turn after being unlocked from the. Cold iron was chained together at their feet...the plantation was big and the season was dry for to begin picking the cotton hulls… so the few slaves and the slaves that was in the other houses went to the field..they were fed a meal...and the dirt floor...was the dirt they toiled...some of them learned to make dolls from the husks of the corn… but they kneeled why they did? Was no big deal… To pick the cotton and put in there aprons and fill the buckets they carried… To hull 3 rows of cotton was a. Good day..they liked it most of the time… when the boss wasn't there…. So soon as they leave once or twice a week sometimes three they were allowed to wash off the white cotton crop boll.....hurt to remove the sore blisters … a cotton picker picks about a pound of cotton today is worth .80 cents maybe… Mr. Tall worked hard… and was able to take a bath… in the days following deep in the south the fires of gunshots grew loud and horse and foot infantry was visible thru the bush...The wire Mr. Tall was able to sneak by the runner of the rich man who owned so many of them…. Boss Hogg...he was a young black boy… the Boss Hogg thought he could trust ..it if anyone new what we or if anyone knew…Mr. TALL would hear . He wrote the letter to his country.Nothing much more. After three days he thought it would be enough ….his head hurt and his open wounds had led to a fever...not healing. He tried to keep his condition a secret away from Boss Hoggs prying eyes… the magic mouse is what Mr. Tall referred to the young boy he gave the wire to….The Boss Hogg had kept his watch on Mr. Tall a man with a silver spoon in his mouth...and sometimes he didn't have a silver spoon in his mouth he let information slip of the confederacy and the union grey … Boss Hogg always was eating...one day out on the plantation fields Mr. Tall s fever was raging out of control from his skin and the hot sun… he couldn't Handle it anymore… his skin had a green white gooze and a hard ugly scars it was going to be...even his torn shirt from the whips cutting into his flesh he still wore… a older man a black slave the medicine man mixed some eucalyptus leaves and a concoction and smeared it lightly onto his shoulders and around his wounds...and in front of his nose too…. The old man hoped to himself he remembered right… Under the stress and work… neglect his own forgetfulness… Mr. Tall confided in him he was a prince and the old man favoured him a lot…. He looked concerned towards this man for his well being of his future… It was the only thing the old man seemed to care about the most...it was sooo quiet… Mr. Tall felt delirious….so it was a good time to minister the erbs and a little gin...that would ease the pain and give him a vision… it couldn't hurt…. Or at the worst it couldn't kill him.. Some peyote… from the past of don wan.. The orchestras in British colonies...the old medicine man thought he'd pray….and it wasn't nothing for Boss Hogg to have Mr Tall this slave shot or traded… He hoped the magic mouse came with news soon… Mr Tall was glad to be chained to the wall...he was weak...he just slept...numb ….he wanted his white horse….to come for him...it was going to get cold the winter was here….almost another few months he overheard boss Hogg talking about a big turkey dinner and while he would invite the generals….the room was dark...he didn't have a blanket….in fact NO slaves was 😴….against the wall if they didnt move between the wall and there body formed friction heat….Mr Tall was sad..and he was high...tears for the first time rolled down his closed eyes as he snored...the white horse from alderley edge left the knights that was awake….they were going to war...and came for Mr Tall….he nuzzled him while he slept on his chest and forehead….to rouse him in his sleep… Mr Tall just wouldn't open his eyes...and moaned..and cried.. For everyone….he didn't feel any pain… Concern for the slaves who became friends and the slaves in all the states…..Cost wanted him to forget… and go somewhere too...he had jewels on his mane and he left Mr Tall's side to go get his sword and his armour….back at alderley Edge a knight was missing…. Cost the white mare thought it was Mr Tall who sat at the siege perilous….Mr.TALL slept….safely in the arms of Jesus that night...to horrible to be awake… to horrible to horrible...the white mare arrived to get Mr. Tall...Mr. Tall. was asleep in his sleep...the white mare was waiting in the sleep realm for him to wake and into the outer dream world… Mr. Tall had to realize he was asleep in his sleep before Cost could see him….it was ...underneath a bridge somewhere else in the future….he saw his ma Queen Flower Latifa she was by a river and his ma was crying...she was young inside a snow globe….all he saw was her back...and two men twice her size quietly talking….from the arms of Jesus he left to walk towards her ….to assist…. She was handed a broken pole...the pole in her hands seemed to upset her ...she cried and gave it back….then the two men was standing there by a book and told the QUEEN to look…. Her husband was by a naked pregnant world...and the en with authority told the young LADY’ the morning star loves you….he watched his mom cry it mustav been ….Mr TALL wanted to go to her….but he couldn't move...he tried and tried….twisting himself in a bush of burrs….they were in his clothes….his ma they wanted her to write her name in a book….he saw….before she vanished….and a little rabbit hopped away….Mr. TALL yelled don't go!!!!! The snow globe broke spilling water on the earth. The force of his voice awoken.Mr Tall...and he realized he was asleep...deep in the forest next to the water Mr Tall saw his horse he saw him drinking...Mr. Tall was still asleep...before he woke he saw himself dreaming...if that made any sense at all...the white mare and the magic carpet floated on the air….but all Mr Tall thought was his ma….and his beautiful princess...there was a helmet… sword and armour...in the woods was a fur tree decorated with strands of popcorn and had red  ribbons of satin tied to the limbs….and then the tree was stolen… from the Forest… Mr Tall grabbed it in his arms with a bag of dresses left on the fallen pine needles...there was a small black dog Gabrielle….Cost watched him load the magic carpet….and a little doll in a pink snow suit...he was going to Egypt...now he was Santa Claus...ho ho ho he chuckled...and grabbed the reigns come on Cost… let's go ...Mr. Tall was stoned...or was he black peter ….it took a little while …it wasnt Xmas....he went to Russia….bells from Russian clocks chimed almost 2 in the morning….a note or thank you...he dropped thousands from the sky…..the salvation. ... arms was here in Moscow jinn was asking what his wish was to grant him… he never saw architecture like a jeanie bottle… he wanted to go sit in the upside down lamps...oh rub the sides and relax….MR.TALL : HELLO…. It's not Xmas…Cost told him….the peyote made him woozy and he wanted off this high horse of babble...he was alone...in the dream...he was mainly alone...Mr. Tall was chained to the wall at night the bugs and ants attacked crawled up his bare dusty feet and onto his legs… crawled everywhere biting and stinging itching and he couldn't scratch every night was like that… He even feared they lived inside his ears….he killed the ones that got close to where he could reach where he could feel or see them if he was fortunate enough ….maybe fleas and ants...then the noise of the grasshoppers… nobody was here to steer the storm….and pins and sticks… In his skin...like somebody poking… a shield of armour coat...and depression… he saw Russia in the night and tears fell from his eyes...tomorrow would be no better… hell Mr Tall could tell. The tears even hurt to cry… and his chest hurt Mr Tall was hyperventilating….he wanted to die….sooo he stopped for a minute till his breathing became normal...he saw the orthodox church of the aaaa@Archangel….in the dimly lit city of illumination...and the bell tolled.. Slowly going around the rung...of the crack making the most childest impressions in his heart...he felt like he didn't know if he should go… and at the same time felt like he belonged...in this city of Moscow he felt dirty… and the tsar bell ...for the first time weighing heavenly began to chime… he knew before the throne his wrongs and rights and decided to atone for them...he smelled of burnt incense coming out from tribulation… he saw the gilded iron cross in that second he wished he could memorize everything he saw and knew soon as he looked or touched the arches...he knew in his mind….. The life of a object and where it's been… Tim…his old friend from Egypt he wished was there with him… Tim died he taught Mr.  Tall  about christ…. And must have truly been me… Mr. Tall Tale with sins...I was forgiven… if anyone went to the mountain would have the pleasures of THE gentlest man and monk…that kept to himself…and  Vern carrying bible visited the hospital's wards...and the asylums…. Tim died before Mr. Tall could tell him he didn't even know Eliphas Levi…. To only knew something existed… that thru his furnace he was in… Not a chance to tell Tim he loved Jesus the man…. Tim's bowls quit and his intestines exploded...he thought the reason he went to be a slave spy to earn his salvation because he never felt forgiven…… Tim...he prayed to the ones he knew that was dead...Mr Tall with what he knew felt there was a line between a wise and a fool… he felt there was a line between a idiot savant and genius… So he heard his horse hee haw… And the light s in Russia permit NO outsiders.. he has to leave. To travel on to be there if he didn't miss breakfast… he hoped this coming day he could start fresh… Already… He was burdened… and shamed…felt like a original slave… gone was his ma gone was his crown and his cushioned life….to be fed beans ...he liked them and was ashamed… no one … sometimes he sank deeper in mire.. On his shelf the books of Israel and the pilgrim's progress… But noone cared about that unless you was alone… The pages of the history past the ones had pictures he felt close to during this solitude…. Oh his princess wouldn't like these living conditions. Or if she saw him he wondered if her love was strong enough to love him this animal...what the hell was he doing in Russia… Hell he couldn't communicate…. He got on his magic carpet and it was slowed because he couldn't o far he was standing chained next to the wall…..hours passed and the white horse flew in the sky…. Gabrielle with wings was next to them… there guide…. The little doll in a pink suit….and the treasures of dresses he didn't know why he had them or what to do…. The fur tree too..maybe it was blue spruce….the white mare let him stew in his thoughts of anxious worry for the things he had….. To carry… he was on his magic carpet fully in a knight's armour….and his flesh….protected ...then in the sky the horse flew round and round on a carousel in a carnival… he was sea sick….and he was tired in his sleep he was busy and drained from the night's travel across time zones and was jet lagged...he was sad… he was born into words….. He was sad this author was crazy mad… Instilled in him a quillion wand of magic light...and saber… To fight… Man he was tired of this life… man he hated he performed like Dumbo the flying elephant…..how come… It's been so long these slave years of his life and perdition...who to trust… with his valuables of thoughts… that's really all he had worth anything...if….at all ...he owned ...was a dollar….that would be enough to get started...he was in the sky leaving Russia...the mare cost told him he wasn't a mule….more like a Clydesdale tonight...towards morning towards dawn was near… biding his time … and so he could grant anything to his belongings… he thought a moment held the doll and looked closely at something someone lost and he decided he would give the doll.  ….In the pink suit to the sun maid for she didn't have any children or husband… Or family….that lived on the outskirts  of Kiev.the sun maid for a living dried grapes...and all the dresses to the sun maid…to wear .then. He gave the dog for the young child to play with… who was half an Angel…. And could do tricks …. She was dropped off by the flying stork….with her dog Gabrielle… and her clothes for her new mom… a little bundle of joy….the sun maid was happy… later at her door she found the pelican wearing a train conductor's hat and smoking a long cigar…. Carry with a white big handkerchief… the little girl in The pink snow suit…..with a note of thank you…. From Mr. Tall….she's yours this bull girl….wrapped in swaddle...She's allergic to bees… please take care of her promptly….miss sun maid… Mr. Tall knew the secret elves keebler too….and the fairies and pixies… Across the lands… …… the tree decorated with bows he tied one to her hair and a small strand of popcorn around her neck… carefully he done this just like saint nick...and he swung the tree far across the continent like Paul Bunyan… and then he flew away on his magic carpet “ and to all a good night “.....another day no word from the magic mouse...he went into the fields again….he watched a woman who was in the middle of her life...work by herself seems she was never loved...or something traumatic had happened….. He drawed a simple conclusion she might have been hysterical all her natural life… nothing calmed her… her terror in her eyes was almost all the time vivid and wild...most time she was quiet ...he watched her tortured...she seemed to talk to herself mumbling words of broken prayers.. It was just to much for Mr Tall to see today.. Her… even the slaves wasnt friendly playing pranks to laugh at the price of her anger or reactions...she was almost mute withdrawing inside herself with each passing moment… still like a frozen statue the expression on her face… anything always they were lashing out at her...she also seemed to he guessed the problems went further than her features… maybe he felt the energies she seemed preoccupied with God for what ever he heard rumoured she was abandoned…. And as a child something might have scared her… she was no doubt all alone if she could talk if she knew how to get out .. Just to keep her calm…. The slaves always upset her… he would leave a flower thinking of his ma Queen Latifa by where she knelt in between the rows… letting her know….. She saved all of them after they dried….. In a old amber glass gallon jug… she carried… Picking grass and dropping down inside…. Sometimes catching fireflies she'd hold them like pets in the palms of her hands… Ladybugs and butterflies went in the jug…. Anything she could find… To love...nothing calmed hr very long…..she wasn't  ment to have left god… she was suppose to be in the heavens… then the slave owner Boss Hogg left her alone… Mr Tall though also even thought not knowing boss hoggs mind…  didnt know what to think of the woman….. Who would have been saved by God.if they wouldn't make her shake and cry tremble pace stare off in the distance.the ground...and the trees the sky…. Everything all the colors and the rainbow she noticed...even though the slaves. Didn't talk to her… One day not long they were in the fields… Of cotton… a couple of the slaves… From the other building gangs sneaked upon Dandelion the woman  and startled her out of her thoughts...and they threw frogs on her… and a bucket of slop….she must have thought about it… what she'd do if she was attacked...she started to run and she ran… the guard who kept watch over them… fired his gun a bullet landed in her form….on the edge of the land… Dandelion laid dying...asking God while she did  reassure her…. She was ok… toward night…… she didn't see no other answer….what else to do….

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