Seduce me in the language of your father and I will plant it's seed in the fertile soil of my life
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother and I will water it with the tears of my love
Baptize me in the wisdom of your culture and I will worship every day, in its grace
Spill your inhibitions into my space and I will drown them, evaporating them away
Seduce me in the language of your father
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother
Teach me to walk the path of your ancestors and I will etch your footprints on the road of destany
Give me wings and I will take flight over the land of your home
Light the darkend corridores of my soul and its fire will kindle and burn brighter than the stars that guides you
Sing for me your song and I will dance the dance of the ages
Seduce me in the language of your father
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother
Let me harness the wind and I will speak to you through the trees
Quench me in the rains of Spring and I will submit to the anointing of your Sprit
Instruct me as to sew your fruit and in our harvest there will be no famine
embrace me and I will linger in your midst
Seduce me in the language of your father
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother
Seduce me in the language of your father
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Simon Says
I went on a journey trying to find what was missing.
I plotted the stars and constellations for definition and explanation for you,.. Of you.
I have eaten from life’s tree and have interpreted the ancient texts, trying to transform mass from sprit. Solace from sound.
Now, the knowledge of the ages gestates within me. The halo of life circles and bathes me in hues of golden light… Around and around.
It is all so simple… As effortless as childhood…
Simon Says, Play a game with me..
Where the red light of betrayal has no command and the green light of faith coronate you and heralds in a new day.
Simon Says, Play hopscotch, on history’s floor, remember the time, when I was yen to your yang, bringing balance… Nothing more.
Simon says, remember hiding from heaven with one foot outside the door? Seeking with three eyes , what you were born for.
Simon says, play a game of freeze tag with history and remember when like four score and seven years ago, you conquered cultural battle fields, knelt down and received khemet’s gift, your crown.
Simon says, sing a round, a round as you row, row, row your boat to Jordan’s welcoming shores.
Take a journey with me~ Simon says~ jump through the cycling rope and find him in the cipher’s notes.
Simon says, pay homage to the heavens… Remember in the stars it is wrote, your destiny was conceived by ISIS and born in the calculating hands of fate and her game of … iny, miny, miny moe.
Simon says, play a game with me .. Where the red light does not betray you and the green light coronates you and heralds in a new day.
You see, I went on a journey, trying to find what was missing I plotted the stars and constellations for definition and explanation, and Simon says, it was as effortless, as childhood.
I plotted the stars and constellations for definition and explanation for you,.. Of you.
I have eaten from life’s tree and have interpreted the ancient texts, trying to transform mass from sprit. Solace from sound.
Now, the knowledge of the ages gestates within me. The halo of life circles and bathes me in hues of golden light… Around and around.
It is all so simple… As effortless as childhood…
Simon Says, Play a game with me..
Where the red light of betrayal has no command and the green light of faith coronate you and heralds in a new day.
Simon Says, Play hopscotch, on history’s floor, remember the time, when I was yen to your yang, bringing balance… Nothing more.
Simon says, remember hiding from heaven with one foot outside the door? Seeking with three eyes , what you were born for.
Simon says, play a game of freeze tag with history and remember when like four score and seven years ago, you conquered cultural battle fields, knelt down and received khemet’s gift, your crown.
Simon says, sing a round, a round as you row, row, row your boat to Jordan’s welcoming shores.
Take a journey with me~ Simon says~ jump through the cycling rope and find him in the cipher’s notes.
Simon says, pay homage to the heavens… Remember in the stars it is wrote, your destiny was conceived by ISIS and born in the calculating hands of fate and her game of … iny, miny, miny moe.
Simon says, play a game with me .. Where the red light does not betray you and the green light coronates you and heralds in a new day.
You see, I went on a journey, trying to find what was missing I plotted the stars and constellations for definition and explanation, and Simon says, it was as effortless, as childhood.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Seranade
I wrote this one for LOVE'S sake...
Seduce me in the language of your father and I will plant it's seed in the fertile soil of my life
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother and I will water it with the tears of my love
Baptize me in the wisdom of your culture and I will worship every day, in its grace
Spill your inhibitions into my space and I will drown them, evaporating them away
Seduce me in the language of your father
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother
Teach me to walk the path of your ancestors and I will etch your footprints on the road of destany
Give me wings and I will take flight over the land of your home
Light the darkend corridores of my soul and its fire will kindle and burn brighter than the stars that guides you
Sing for me your song and I will dance the dance of the ages
Seduce me in the language of your father
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother
Let me harness the wind and I will speak to you through the trees
Quench me in the rains of Spring and I will submit to the anointing of your Sprit
Instruct me as to sew your fruit and in our harvest there will be no famine
embrace me and I will linger in your midst
Seduce me in the language of your father
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother
Seduce me in the language of your father
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother
Seduce me in the language of your father and I will plant it's seed in the fertile soil of my life
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother and I will water it with the tears of my love
Baptize me in the wisdom of your culture and I will worship every day, in its grace
Spill your inhibitions into my space and I will drown them, evaporating them away
Seduce me in the language of your father
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother
Teach me to walk the path of your ancestors and I will etch your footprints on the road of destany
Give me wings and I will take flight over the land of your home
Light the darkend corridores of my soul and its fire will kindle and burn brighter than the stars that guides you
Sing for me your song and I will dance the dance of the ages
Seduce me in the language of your father
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother
Let me harness the wind and I will speak to you through the trees
Quench me in the rains of Spring and I will submit to the anointing of your Sprit
Instruct me as to sew your fruit and in our harvest there will be no famine
embrace me and I will linger in your midst
Seduce me in the language of your father
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother
Seduce me in the language of your father
Seranade me in the tounge of your mother
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