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You hear my footsteps
Towing my heart, mind, body and soul in shallow breaths
Mother Earth cradle and give restless souls hope, the ressurection from eternal rest
I have sat and heard the calling of the dark
Closing my eyes, I’ve saw the damnation, the dead feeding off its spark
Emptiness when eyes are open, searching for what cannot be found, only remembrance where my spirit once larked
Weary Traveler
Feeling one within, kneeling for the tribulations of the flesh, where does the galaxies end where do they begin
Lost souls wallowing in the purification of its beautiful naked sin
The sensations to connect of forgotten needs
Opening thighs to feel alive, the relief from the phantom of its primitive greed
Virginal parody amid the tribunal confusion
Never to attain peace to be or retribution
Unto the horns the depravation where skin adorns
I see the creation before my time in the pit of midnight
Darkness bathed, voices asking for forgiveness, as the Creator bequests, let there be light
Weary Traveler
Illness, sickness, bed ridden looking through a child’s crying heart
Mirrored reflection where you once stood unto your forefathers played this part
Shh… hush child you will convert the next generation of my Ark
Can my vow, my oath, my promise let them know our souls will always coincide
When feet are rooted in hell and their Psalms are asking, neverendingy whys
Innocent eyes searching for their earthly promise not heard from the skies
Can thy will be done
As I am now baptized in the depth of inferno’s Kingdom, let thy journey be won
Weary Traveler
Can they hear the damnation of the imprisoned weeping
Slothful skin burning for my allegiance my words in the dark still seeking
No more words to console
This is me of old, foretold, the spirit of my soul on green Earth already Heavenly consoled
In the reality of dreams waking, a sleeper
Reeking for the promise as a Dove's soul searching for its keeper
Weary Traveler
Tired feet to see the heels of my blurred destination
Stipes on my back from so many thriving nations
Tongues of forgiveness found under my apron
Minds closed in the cotton fields devoid of its beautiful supreme
Your thoughs, your actions, your justifications within this Matirx is just a dream
Weary Traveler
Hands empty from fatigue in the labor of my duty I take communion in its benediction
Remember me fate, ordain my destiny not in dereliction
Walking the path of enlightment alone
French Haitian Creole inner beauty to atone
Bowing to the ancestral whispers under the stars at night
Carrying that goblet of water to quench the Eastern Star in the bosom of freedom’s plight
Weary Traveler
On the back of the bus, looking out the window as miles of my journey go by
Brave hearts not to allow rain to fall from eyes
Stigmatized by the burdens of generational pain
Dancing away in the blues in the mist of civilization's shame
Someday soon I will hear the chimes in life
Never meant to walk this road alone through the maze of stigmata's strife
Weary Traveler
No longer housed in the womb shackled to the placenta
Unraveling the melodies of mysteries, a butterfly in its cocoon decoding the secret to love
No longer mentally chained to a corrupted society of money and greed
You come unto this relam as a baby, not being able to discuss what the eyes have already seen
I came unto I shall return from ashes to ashes upon the temple of my flesh
With the decoded secrets to share in divinity to spiritual relish
Weary Traveler
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If you’ve ever fought long and hard for something, justice, peace, survival and felt a strange quiet when it finally arrived… this is for you. Not every victory roars, some whisper. Not every reward feels like joy, some feel like sacred stillness. This poem is for those who’ve crossed the battlefield and found themselves staring into the hush, wondering why the heart doesn’t leap the way it used to. You’re not broken; you’re evolving. The fight changed you; the reward is not just what you gained, it’s who you became. May these verses be a mirror, a balm, and a crown. You are seen, you are sacred, you are still rising.
