“I Believe I Can Fly”

Whispers From The Lost Book Of Enki

We gave you the technology to better yourself      
In the absence of your low vibration intelligence, death merchants you have all become selling poison potions to the masses to swam in the river of death        
You made peace with the remnant of Satan’s seed, to give power to the lesser degree      
The Day of Judgment shall be in the sky and the earth, the Mothership will bring mankind to their knees      
Darken unto the Sun to provide no warmth      
Our trumpets will sound as your earth will tremble as a thousand thunder of galloping hooves      
Armageddon to the head of the beast, his legion in the pit, sealed in infinity’s gloom  

The balminess to the skin it soothes until it sets on the earth                
Bowed heads, rested upon knees, the sun streaming...

Moving Away From The Past

My traveling  destinations has taken me to encounter the ambience of such beautiful sites and towns, which makes up a state seen and viewed in its entirety.  
 
My two besties and I discussed this very topic over some healthy food and casual drinks, regarding, should we give our sacred energy to events that had hindered or in some instances, progressed to be better, where its social economics thrive to make that city, its state more desirable to visit, and diversified to plant foundation roots.  
 
As of late, I’ve had the pleasure of visiting Nashville, Tennessee, Memphis, Tennessee and West Memphis, Arkansas to gamble (18 minutes from Memphis, Tennessee).  
 
In reference to the question I was asked for the  national sites we visit, is it acceptable to honor the sadden atrocities, which makes one think and ponder, whereas you begin to question your presence in the now moment, one question t...

I Had A Dream... Cosmic Echoes From Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

From the mountaintops the flow of energy, my ancestors once roamed  
To commence me back into a human form, let my voice become your ring tone    
This is not what I had in mind  
Over the hills over that mountaintop, I have traveled through the portal of time  
Let my words be heard for every man, woman, baby boy or every baby girl  
The war is not with technology but with the diabolical tongue confessions of society when wickedness unfurls  
I stood on the podium to declare my humbly decree  
For every nation, every color, every region in the name or destruction who wants to be intellectually free  
 
My wife, Coretta Scott King at my side  
A Nubian Empress to uphold the laws of peace she stood in my absence until we commenced our souls back unto the skies  
To the black man, you must understand  
You are going by the way of the H...

Black Lives Matter

Black Lives Matter demanding voices to be     

I hope as the narrator you will come to understand me

In retrospect to the higher powers that be    

And of course, your life matters too     

As an embodied society, protect all human rights, therefore, give the darker hued civilization his just due     

Police brutally have always plagued the humanity of the black male race     

From DWB, racial profiling, to the spray of facial Mace     

Illustrating the hushed concept     

Your life is less than mine this will be forgiven, behind my badge American citizens shall soon forget 

Your fallacies to judge presence, not upon skin color as a body who stands     

A Toast To Time And Self Empowering

You will hear me refer to these Chakras when discussing the benefits of centering the body

Each positive energy we draw as if inhaling life itself. Please familiarize yourself with these. It will be the catalyst when speaking and elevating your physical and mental health

Hindu style my Chi centered
Resting upon the throne of mother’s nature gravity we call life
Myrrh and Frankincense floating throughout my island of paradise
 
Engulfing the streams of awareness oblivion unto the unknown overtaking me in a trance state of existence, a spiritual mirage  
Deep breath in deep breath out  
Eyes closed  
 
Letting go of the past, present, adaptation to accept the future  
of life embedded with the swirl of my being forbearing such wicked deeds, relieving such paganism ideology, life’s greatest hindrance upon the bearer.  
 
Deep breath i...

The Beautiful Essence Of Me

I was born with vital organs to survive as I live as an earthly loner
What happens when I die as an organ donor
My fate, essence, and creed will live in the body of someone else’s me
My soft hazel eyes without my corneas
Once implanted, will they see the beauty within the world to embrace in warmth, without deeds of hyperthermia

My smooth cappuccino hued skin
Used as a graft for someone’s third degree burns to regenerate, the scarred nerves to begin
My heart, oh my beautiful heart, the core beat of my pulse
The avid jogger of its stamina as winds chase me from getting lost
Such a vital organ to love, forgive, find peace
If it’s instilled in another body will it still remember me

My essence, the flow of blood as it pumps through the four chambers
No more a vital organ than the heart, to ever be categorized as life’s disclaimer
My non-toxic kidneys
Will they be ...

The Holy Quran Of The Pineal Gland

Only the realization of intellectual overload when my existence needs to give credence to the four rachibi when at rest            
In this lifetime always be prepared for what comes next                
Such a beautiful Moon that sits on the throne of infinity beaming from the skies                  
Look up and listen for the sultry benedictions of its midnight tales and divine lullabies                  
                  
That superior light can travel your cerebrum to the third Heaven, given of its ancient stories to tell                  
Open your cognizance awareness, or the twisted fables in Revelations foretelling of its Hell          ...

“I Believe I Can Fly”

Mama, I know why the caged bird really sings

When the mind, as an offering hears sovereignty echoed to the mountains let it ring

From the cradle of birth is to give authority to our mental dreams

Our deferred aspirations we seek to the highest of our esteem

How can I learn to fly when my heart cannot even walk

Animosity, resentment is always found in wagging tongues who doesn’t know how to intellectually talk

Defacing its own beautiful sanctuary forbidding to asunder such venomously stalk

Flapping winds, feet planted, in the bitter winds you can hear their squawk

Mama, will the caged bird’s nest

Allow self-worth to reinvest

I want to be free for the world to hear my quiet Psalms

In the comfort of my darkness, my melodies of goodwill for me to someday atone

The hindrance of bars confining me

Demolishing the doctrine of my cr...

Gifts Of The Anunnaki I Bear To You

I have four special presents in front of me, you could say they are the benefaction to humanity’s call

The secret gifts of life contained in all

Offerings we set aside as we travel through this dimension, celestial planes cushioned, before the soldiers of light have taken falls

Close your eyes, as I give you the embracing state of the world

A time when hatred, ignorance, racism did not have occasions to intellectual unfurl

Disappointments in learned agenda for an adult boy or an adult girl

In the first small box, it is the gift of your celestial body, the galaxy, the invading planet of Earth

Where feet have traveled, souls lowered in remembrance, embedded survival from the means of starvation, growth of its rich soil for a beautiful rebirth

Destroyed by mankind which will become his curse

Mud baths in grief, justice rites of the Ashura tribe, religion submissions in remembrance for lost soul�...

Strange Fruit

Earth tone, the melanin jazz that sings throughout my veins
The protective barriers when, Come By Here My Lord provided no cooling rain
Such a blessed skin to be, beautiful to adorn, it reproduces in so many shades
From, Bronze, to Honey, Brown Sugar and the sweetest taste of marmalade
 
You could say I am not that dark
Most will say, we all bleed the same when given our own foundational spark
Yesteryears denied me my rights, my land, and my mule  
That old Constitution creed and the three forth rule
Are we not a presence to stand
Do we not deserve the pursuit of happiness, for every, child, woman, and man
 
We all feel society's pain at some time, do we not
When the last breaths are rendered, who cares who holds my hand, the color of death always leads to a burial plot
Was I fair in life, man’s fairer soul screams from the grave
Did I give the darker man a ch...