Certainty, certainty…
Are you always this pretty?
You have captured me blindly
And your doctrines govern my safety.

Stay with me and do not go;
Lights will burn low
And with you, I’ll tango,
We’ll put up a great show
Of memories which will echo.

Certainty, certainty…
Through you, I seek liberty
From a crowd of possibility
Which treasures pure charity.

Strike me like a blazing arrow,
And let your wonders overflow.
Make me a better *****,
For I battle with my shadow.

I stare through my eye,
Trying to comprehend my inflicted claims
But the more I stare, mirrors blind my eye
For I see my reflection in various frames.

The voices of Bob Marley
Echo faintly into myself
But the visions as those of Haile Selassie
Inform me that I am not a distinct book on the shelf:

If the Creator has made us in His image,
Then He lives within us and we see through his eye
But we have lost the conception of this heritage
And overlook that you and I are I and I.

They live in the hilly woods of Jamaica,
Infinitely feasting on bright energy
In flawless harmony with Mother Nature
As man was created by the creator.

One would deem them magical
As their ways are reflections of astrology
Where past, present and future
Are no different from one another.

Affiliated with the emperor of Ethiopia,
Ras Tafari Makonnen, known as Haile Selassie,
Who holds the Solomonic signature,
They know that existence, to living is greater.

They are merely monks of Africa,
But the world knows not of this
For their ways have been altered
By the consumption of fire.