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.

Of Spirit & of Word
as one Body
Devine & eternal.

How can I lie to you!
I am, a cold disguise
of a sad and wise dicision.

In a time of secret woe,
my turmoil is "slavery's chains"
binding the art too long,
slaves in chain
manhandling the craft so wrong.

Today prepares tomorrow's ruin,
the final desolation,
tears rolling deep as crystal rags
viscous tatters
Of a worn-out soul.

My heart is torn asunder,
my conscience echoes thunder
then pain stalks into plunder
my spirit is crushed in a *** of anguish & lamentations.

My lonely wine is bitter draught
too deep in silence
my womb bore literature
as burning sulphur to ease the mind.

When you came to me,
unbidden and bare,
reckoning me
to long-ago rooms,
where memories lie.
trunks of sacred ritual
I cried.

I have seen beyond seeming
these days of bloodied screaming
of children dying bloated
out where lilies floated
the clang of cymbals falls down the years.
this brother's sold,
this sister's gone.

Of men all noosed and dangling
within the temples strangling
dead scrolls, without token of victory.

Joy, weeps deeply
making music with his very tears,
trying to ease the years,
causing everyone to have a feel of his heart,
  as raindrops on they skin.

I speak naked and bare
of our beginning
our origin of the deep from Adam,

I pray thee,
may the Spirit full of long suffering
build an ark of compassion
for his rest as Noah,
upon hell & high waters,
were Justice comes with
inner calmness
and Judgement is glorious.

Do not bring light to the dark
only bring a deeper smoke
light is for the day,
as sure as sight is for the young
then you can interprete Job.

Search, consider & follow counsel
until your eyes grows dim
and deep as dark waters,
so that when the bell tolls
  with understanding
you'll walks through the path
of sacred eternal life,
as sure as wisdom is a lamp for thy feet
then you'll be ordered by Melchizedek,

Have you not heard;
the wise elders of Hella's
learnt from the princes of kemet!
and all the prince of Kemet
  shall run out before the king of kush
and the garden will be restored once again down to Ur ?

Has ABBA not formed & pattern our thoughts purely,
has HIM not guided and lead our mind to righteous path only,
was I Am ever a toddler
bored and lonely,
has YHWZ. not made life full of essence beyond measures !
has the Son of man not made the past
& the Son of God already prepared for the future.

But who acknowledges
the oath of the crushed spirit
that preserves the universe.

Who regards the mind that was broken to pieces while establishing
the narrow path.

Who knows,
the depth(sorrow) of the deep mourning soul
& how the ancient percept & lines,
percept & lines
are being set.

who truly reasoned
& considers the emotion that is being cruxified to straighten the crooked path
Just to have the lines falls in pleasant places.

Every word of the Most-High,
is a living Will
sacred and pure
it is the design of the everlasting creator.

The sphere-cord spirit soul mind et emotion of Perfecthood.

³ECO-CITERN MALMÖ
Mermaid:

This is the rating of dullness everywhere & anywhere;
Death & Dirt.
Lost & Lust.
**** et Pawn.
ill-tracy &  ill-moral.
Prematured & Overlyriped.

Desire is a corded mind will
Passion is an emotionate stationery
Imbalance is a soul depthmentory
Instability is the only spirited fear.

Aviod consequences do not be like the storks
For a grain of wheat falls down and dies before it learns disciplinary.

Hear no evil
see no devil
feel no rivery
taste no mistake
& breathe in no errors.
This is the eternal living cells plan.


The Psalm sin is Delilah "The-Lilly"
The Psalm wellness is "Aphrodite-Hera"
******-seduction & Foolish mistake
Is 49% in ranking rated power
When advise calculated sperical.
The curse? off course A cause
(Cos,*** cure).

A mare-Maid is a Malmö
my school pet friendly
Do not think you are unluckily
for I have given you the Covenanted-Law
In folklore.

PYRAMIDFIED
Mother:

I know of ten thousand women
called Jane and Maria,
but I have not seen any two
who truly were the same.

Mirror twins are different in intentions,
although their features Jibe,

And lovers think quite different thoughts while laying side by side.

In minor ways we differ,
in major we are the same.

I note the obvious difference
between each sort and type,
but we are more alike,
my friend,
than we are unalike.

And in love we are one,
one light.


I know the sacrifices that make up a mother,
I know a good woman
by her she raise up her daughter,

By her noble character
she builds up a home,
her husband has full confidence in her
& lacks nothing of value.

The knot of her union is uderstanding
the price of her child is wisdom
& the bond of her friendship is visionary.


her lamp does not go out at night
she smile at eternal life.
she speaks with acknowledgement,
faithful instruction is on her tongue
a good mother is to be praised.

CITADEL-IFIÉD
Bridal Wife:

Born out of the mud of heaven
Sister of the garden
fair & lovely
close to the night,
Eve, is her name.


Moonlight is her smile
sunshine her strength
the waters beneath her
is a sacred oath of union.

Like a lotus flower that blossom in mud,
be patient,
for she's a sure bloomer
& her bliss is to comfort her belove.

Her voice is a Star-dusted storm
blowing easy on festive seasons,
her touch like cool breeze
she set her lover free.

Her portion is care
her portion is rare
she is the kind emotion the ocean seeks from the wind,
an amazing peace
when darkness embraces.

Dearly beloved is the healing of union
she remember the vows of a ring
fulfilment of sacred purpose,
she complete life
she's everlasting.


Oh pray my wings are gonna fit me well,
as our bodies make melodious chants
as pure as hyme
and psalms that flung to heaven
our spiritual home.

I am as Adam,
you're the flesh of my flesh
and bones of my bones.
we are One body a family tree.


AXUMIFIED
Daughter of the god's;

Homely cosmology is beautiful
& cosmetical surgical is flirtatious
but by wisdom a home is built,

And through understanding
it is established;
through knowledge
its rooms are filled
  with rare and beautiful treasures

Seek for counsel
as sheba my daughter,
& by discipline choose your friends correctly
for your character determines your destiny.

Do not shy away from rebuked
for rightness comes with a smile
and a rod spared, spoils the child.

I know the young & merry
but remember daughter
charm is deceptive,
and beauty is fleeting;
seek life and essence
and nature will crown your purpose
with Joy.

Mother's are made to support
Aunties are made to instruct
A wife is made to comfort
Daughters et sisters are made to complete & not compete

The Lord gave a simple prayer
recite it daily before dawn,
& your soul will be free as butterfly
your intentions harmless as a dove
and all your path shining brightly.

Nothing much to say,
nothing is new to the sun
they who love good, seek good
they who love good, see good
and good advise are as firm nails.

My hands easy weight,
teasing the bees hived in your hair,
while running hands through
making you feel like honeycomb

your smile at the ***** of my cheek.
On the occasion
you press above me,
glowing,
spouting readiness.

mystery rapes my reasons
while all of me want to posses you
deep down to your thoughts of ecstasies.

the smell of our
love lingers between
your *******,

Softly bitting your ear lobes
telling you how much I love you
beyond desires.

I only undress you
Just to properly dress you,
love is who you are
one without guile.

I am to you a fertile soil
plant your seeds in me,
maybe you can teach me how to love,


You could also teach me
how to kiss out pure emotions
in your own way,

so whenever we lips locked
no one can kiss me better,

Breathe Jamming
like something eternal
deep down from the soul
a mate to mate
one in spirit & word.

your melodious voice melt gently,
as piano keys tassling softly into my heart
dropping into my ears
music of acoustic tone,

I'd rather be eternally blind folded by you
than to be colour blinded
by the unnatural beauties of this world.
of bride & his groom

For there is only one happiness in this life; to love and be loved."
for in love the best is always yet to be  pure pleasure without end.

Half a root
half a truth
hidden in riddles, ecclesiastical
proverbs, parables & psalms
every word of YHWz. is deep insight,


though a pastor may preach
& an apostle may exalt
we all know who was in 400 years of slavery.
ask the black oracle,


Although they build museum to trap our arts,
although they build schools to unlearn us our crafts,
and prisons to keep us behind bars,
but you can never truly separate spirituality from africa, man.

When the kingdom comes
the true origin shall be exposed.
some live in mansions
others sun burnt,
but their heart still handsome.
ethiopia, the beginning and the end.

El’, el, Eli-Jah Self,

Woe to the earth and the inhabitants in it.
“Ye simple” first called apes,
then became black monkeys,
now mentally slave to Science,
how long shall your burdens
be hung around your neck

Study your african proverbs,
understand the ecclesiastical of riddles
of the black communities,
sing to your forefathers in psalms,
let a parable be made known to you at night,

forget the forelocks
grab the essence of the word spoken by I Am long ago,
break the chains in your mind
same ones they makes you feel you need on your neck to feel alive,

Wisdom is better than silver & gold,
understanding builds a family home better than the purest diamonds,


“ye sluggard” do not become a mockery of the blood shed
or the sweat and tears that never slept by the pillar of cloud at night
and the pillars of Fire by day
that led the path
while your old souls suffer whips.
what has been that has never been seen before?


They stole our tradition,
culture & heritage
& gave us science telling us our forefathers are dead & gone
but agreed to their DNA in print in us,

They have succeeded in stealing the literature of your heart.
and tear families apart
how enticing is jewelry compared to good character.

Remember your name
children of Jah who says we have no more fathers.
remember your priest Eli
& how he slept,
and also importantly
remember JAH nor dead.

Dust of my feet
the dust of my skin•
My clock wise measurementory
of earth 🌍 into SigniaZion
RAĪNBŌW 🌈 Kush I am,
I was made first as earth Father land
among all the verdant hills,
from Adis Ababa,

The Holy Obàtalà the Spirit
was my only comfort,
I had a mystery wife
Called Ur-Babylon MÓÓN🌕,
I had her seperated by the river Euphrates.


Her drank was peaceful she has a Son between the Red ßæ where the dead s
Scrolls īnn was burried.
called ẞÚN ⛅ Kenmet,

her soul was the water
I seek love from.
her drank was peaceful

In her was all my treasures hidden
both of mystic & mysteries
after she emptied herself,
all who comes now calls her a harlot.

I became so angry that her generosity & love was taken for foolishness,
& her kindness for Vein,

So I curse the land
these herbs considerd as weeds
called Mary-Jane,

I wrote revelations in her Brother
to capture our victimize relatives
her deep tears of BRIGHT MORNING STAR 🌞 Cuptic-hellas
shame
the nations that came off from her,

as she shed tears of blood constantly day and night weeping and mourning
culture, religion, tradition
& education
has been stolen away from me
I am emptied & left alone
with no one to comfort me.


I embraced her deeply
for I know her prophet I sent forth will awaken,
and she shall be restored again
to formal glory.

So I returned Kush to dust
if they'll consider my "Art"(Sholomon),
Filled the sea of Kenmet with blood
if they'll remember my "Act" (Iyesus),
I Judged every error & imbalance at Babylonia-Ur
when they ask for my very "Heart"(Yédidiah),
while burning at my everlasting fire from Cuptic-hellàs
when they asked where I AM is "At" (Immanuel),
Hey (ORĪSHA'NLÀ) needed "Ma'at"
 Before (ẞHÆÑGØ) is "Out"
In his Obatàlà "Hat"
Brave Harted Mat of ÔRUNMÎLÅW.
Here Ī Math ÆDÂMHŪ

He who markes the Big bang crystal stars signs & Kinetic Lamuel completed lily ant & ******.

I tutor days,
Appointed seasons
placed time before ancient stones,
beat kingdoms to bruises
formed languag.uz.
And answered himself in scrolls only,
Need no reward from mortal man.
Earth 🌎 Īsreal
Sātalitē Town•

Out of a thousand,
a million or as many as it could be,
1zillion,
a lone star fell from among
one foggy morning

Before the birds could whistle
Or the **** crows
she was jealously wishing on the love of the sun and the moon
though an eclipse they shared
Kinetic was it's name

For as a city set up on the hills,
their vibrations never failed by the second.

She was tired of being among the quo
she had space in her heart  
lots of desires,
emotionally craving.


So her art faded
& she fell into gravity and drown
deep depth into the oceans heart
like Jonah into the moving grave,
beyond were all treasures are kept because she envied none,
none but ORISHÀNLÀ 100001 beautiful heartbeat.

Where the first fire was made
the firer lakes is where she burns
just to fill ORISHÀNLÀ 100001 heart
as much as she care,
even forevermore.

She drown not envious of night or day for both needs the sun and moon to feel special,
but in her fire she is alone,
yet adorn.
for alone is where ORISHÀNLÀ 100001 is in all his fullness.

But her fire are words shuts up
in bones as pure literature,
a clay pottery waiting to be broken.
a will molded
her name is  Kenetic Zi
the truth & the will
A lover & beloved.

By the inspiration of ORUN-MÍ-LÀ
she sings her soul a new song daily
from same old pages
but she never ages.


An awe of mystic and mysteries.
as sharp as the double edge sword
Of Shakespeare & Burning spears,
cutting through her own skin
piece by piece neatly.  
just so she could burn up all ashes
she's the born-again Pheonix.