Where Art Thy Woman

Un Goût d’Éternité

In the midnight hour as I cross your mind

The je ne sais quoi behind my seductive rhythms

In bed as you’re laying alone

Mm... as you’re privately stroking your male testosterone

Fantasies to indulge dancing in your head

Instilling an infusion of your rapture into me who also lays alone in her bed

Can I share your blanket, my love, in the cloak of midnight, instill my temple with your manly heat

Tenderly kiss my lips, warm the soles of my feet

Blending our Chi's when our spirits meet

Mentally licking up and down your taut ego, as if you are laying on my silk covered sheets

They say first come first serve

Mm... between my thighs you kneel, your tongue dips, slips as it curves

Juliet feeling the passionate storm from her Romeo, my curvaceous body his private show

My Sacred Chakra he soars, ecstasy in tow

Legs in the air, toes...

Soul Asunder

Give me divinity’s purpose or give me earthly rest

Like Spring that flies home to the bosom of Heaven’s winter nest

Smile in grace in perilous times as the sky remains high

The road to mental and spiritual salvation is not wide

Within my journey, roadblocks to hinder, reach out your hand and we shall pull each other up

We have stories, mantras, which must be told, sipped from one person to the next out the Holy Grail’s cup

Hungering for soulful connections, yet throwing stones at best, weapons when dealt

Someone once said, sticks and stones may break bones, but words will never hurt me

That same person must have been blind and could not read the manifesto of someone’s malevolent creed

Whispers sent above revered in love

Where do crying souls go when the mind and heart needs to mend

Shooting bloody arrows on earth when Thy kingdom of the bruised heel commends

Knee...

Where Art Thy Woman

Her miraculous womb expatriating the world within the palm of her hands

Poignant to the masculinity of man’ s intellect

Taking him deeper into the sanctum of her liberation

Where the binary of books could never misconstrue the freedom of her revelations

As she bows to the fruitful sacred offerings of Mother Nature’s labor

Unwavering in the quest of her quiet storm

Teaching the ancient secrets of the universe to the unheard cries of her unborn

Bowing in her stance upon the ground of her sacred passage

The thought process she speaks from, civilizations materialized 

Generation uprising from a single drop of her lifeform

Kings and Queen tasting the freedom from the gift of her placenta

Her worth bestowed on self-salutations of its grandeur

Cloaked in the state of her femininity she marvels in her divine being

For no reason to be distorte...

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A Heavenly Angel In Exile (Part II Of Part V)

Heaven B.C

Pearly Gates Avenue

The Next Day

“Ooh, I dislike being an Angel at times. Mother, how can I convince an earthling to love me in three days, minus one day, it’s impossible. It took Archangel Michael, centuries to even consider asking you and father’s permission to converse with me. Mother, I need more time, please.”

“Well, what did this earthling have to say when you visited him as he slept.”

“Something about esoteric living, I can’t read his mind mother; he’s a very complex individual. When I’m on earth, his thoughts radiate through me so sensually, seductively, memorizing, when I’m up here, our thoughts are attuned, however, with a haze. Oh God help me, please.”

“It appears He has; He’s given you three days.”

“Mother, you are the Heaven’s Superior Angel, and father sits on the right hand of God, can’t you two pull your powers t...

Through The Eyes Of A Little Princess

Father, will you tell me all the stories that originated out the depths of the sea

A land before time that defines our presence here on earth, given unto you and me

A place in history that was preserved for our generational divine calling from the blessed Egyptian scrolls

Will there be tales where the beast slays the innocent with fire, and the boogie man cometh for our future Sire's in black robes

Taking one’s breath of liberation away to be placed in a cage

No longer to soar above the treetops as being free

Only voices of discord resonating in rage

I see castles and animals running in the wild

Fields of greenery as I run through the meadows playing as an Indigo Child

When I’m older, father, will politics sale the survival of our existence, eminent domain us from sacred lands

Segregate us by what we do not have where we stand

I want to grow up in a world, where we...

Freedom In The Movement (COTS)

White And Blue Candles

The North  gives you the Fire                                                     

The South  gives you the Sea

The East  gives you the Earth

The West  gives unto Air

To the temple of the Sun that radiates upon humanity of the world

Tell us why humans allow violence from the hearts instead of love from mortal minds to unfurl

Do you not see, can you not comprehend the sacred codes given from the skies

The enigma of longevity is not found in a Holy Book used to place a hand upon and then confess out the mouth concealed lies

A burning cross in the name of salvatio...

Superior Warlock (Part I Of Part III)

From the breeze let my voice sail to the ears

The Falcon, to the Eagle, and the Raven, may my words adhere

The comrades of my brotherhood, the Wizard, the Sorcerer the cosmic forces found in three

The bewitching sorceress has confined me in the mirror of eternity

Give me liberty from within the death of this hallowed meditative cell

I need the chains to be broken from her alluring spell

And just like that smoke swirled around my feet

Give me powers Black Panther of the universe to stalk her scent like a hungry wolf

Devouring her existence after siphoning her like a hungry beast

Warlock supremacy rule once again

No more invocations shall be the hindrance of my oath as I draw her in

Her embracing force, her touch I will place my mark upon her skin

In the legion of my magic will reach beyond broken glass

Outsourced her fourscore, she will never last

My voice...

The Portals Of Time (Esoteric-COTS)

Unto the doors to walk through, to give your mind its inner peace     

Repentance bestowed only from the Creator, within the hieroglyphics, the matrix of a woman’s womb never sleeps

Life and the agony of pain it seeps

Yet, you must discern if you are ready to separate those symbolisms of false idols you worship that brings no comfort when it reaps         

Mystique of the past, present, yet eyes have not seen

I am the subconscious where your mind roams when you dream

Sacred secrets you must tap into as you sink deeper into your slumber

Within the matrix of portals, everyone is considered a number

Ordained by the Heavens cast by Sun rays of the skies

The Lost Book Of Enki reminds us, we are the reasons of our own unknown whys

To acknowledge the difference to comprehend fate and destiny of the intellect, allow the soul to drift

For He Is Worthy To Be Exalted (Joseph)

How in the world this... this lying... God please forgive me, but she is pregnant and talking about she does not know how  
Nine months and I am gonna see her on Maury Povich show talking about I’m gonna be a father now  
I know I had too many drinks and my conscious was all up in flight  
On the ballroom dance floor, I remember holding her curvy body real tight  
And she was smelling good, stunning looking, kinda fly, and she was my Nubian Queen, hell, we owned that night  
 
Got my friends laughing at me that my wife was creeping around  
I hope I was the only man who have felt rapture between her thighs after sundown    
And now She pregnant, yeah right, she must take me for a damn clown  
And probably ain’t even mine  
Divorce Court, hand her over to Judge Judy after that ruling and make her pay this King her hard earned dime