Wisdom's throne, knows no age and conquores times & seasons, thought comes from the dark too deep for man to understand, & light is always awake as a river of Ideas never sleep.
The wind moves in a circle as she authors songs of song. nostalgic yet forgotten, once reality now fantasized Imaginations.
too good to be true, because I fall to words like pure poetry I give life to my paintings until they becomes flesh like a canvas and brush breathed into.
My garden like Eve's eden full of herbs fruits & all kinds of vegetables, all my juice are worth the squeeze, and my medicine heals all diseases.
"I Am" is the promise land, where the beach of life & palm tress resides forever.
I know ****** Mary and all my secrets are conceived in her heart So I keep no secrets, sit at my feet for I spill only truth, no guile in me.
I designed Sheba's shrine and her spiritual art roots and portions fallen trees & craft.
I Am a buried seed covered where shadow disappears like one opening ancient well, well of treasuries as old as bethsheba from ancient east.
I know possessing, taking total control owning your soul ruling over your mind.
But I rather our becoming, one with you in holy communion abnormally used is far from my *****.
If your body is a dedicated temple, I’ll make sure I build every layers with my own hands, so I know your scars and where they fit more, so your smile will be priceless while I dress you.
So you know "I Am", did it everlasting. something more perfect than having a taste of your lips, but I speak of a holy kiss.