"Oh silly human! What are you doing?"
Is what I wished I asked myself.
All Hyper dimensional, transcendental.
My gift was my Spiritual wealth.

But in so doing, ignorantly a skewing,
Your distorted and unbalanced love.
Under the Sacred Cactus, our Love we did practice,
And exposed that your Origins are from above.

I made Love to an Angel, I didnt realise the danger,
That I would leave behind part of my Soul.
But you never knew your identity, nor what you meant to me,
Now I can never be whole.

So if you are reading, take the caution Im heeding.
Make sure your Love is strong.
Because if you share your Soul, it will take a devastating toll...
When that Divine Love is gone.

Dearest Mother
I love you so much, so deep.
Why do your Children make you weep?
You adopted me, with a broken past
Filled with hateful ideals.
Thus,  saving my heart.
Although Im not your aesthetic child,
I love you more than those,
Who claim your side.
My bloodline, an embarrasment, they **** your body.
They steal from you, a detestable history.
Engraved on the future, a history past.
Of foreign Politics, your new prison Mom.
And why do your children embrace this lie?
Why are they standing idly by,
While you wither and die?
For fame?
For Fortune?
For Self..
For GREED...
This is NOT your teachings!
"UBUNTU" is...
You taught me to Love beyond the colour of skin.
And to love profoundly, my Rainbow Kin.
Your Spirit, dear Mother, I will defend till Death.
Help me return your babies
back to your breast.
Forgive my Ancestors, they have no clue what they did.
Their greed, their hate, their fear, killed your Kid.
Forgive your Children,
My brothers and sisters.
For their hearts are violent and full of blisters.
And Mom, I know this is not your way.
You show love and respect, the opposite of pain...
Though I may not be biologically yours,
You blessed me in your love,
Showed me that with you, there are no borders.
My Mother I love you. Im sorry for what they do.
Though Im not your birth child,
I know you love me too..
so WAKE UP my Sister
WAKE UP my brother.
Stand up with me.
Defend our Mother.
She is bruised and hurt,
Cant you hear her cries?
Because Her children are greedy,
And dont care if She dies.
Our "Leaders" **** Her out
For personal gain.
She is NOT for sale!
I wont play that game.
So Mom, I love you.
I cry because of what they do.
They claim your being,
They claim they own YOU!
But you cant be owned, or sold by any,
Because you are loved,
By oh so many..
Again I pledge my Love to you.
Im not alone, many of your Kids are good.
They embrace your teachings.
They keep your ways.
To live life in your Tradition,
And not in shame.
I love you too, my sister, my brother.
In Truth and Respect, another gift from our Mother.

If I told you a secret,
Could you promise that you'll keep it?
Would you accept it for yourself?
And know I really mean it...
That I believe it...
The Universe screams it!!
" YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL ! ! !"
and I agree with it...

I feel my heart wrenching muted screams, From silently, violently, shattered hopes and dreams.
Mornings fill my veins with shards of glass.
Frozen crystal memories, tormented past.

Vini, vidi, vici... You did your part.
You came, you saw, and you conquered my heart.
But now you are bored, the challenge won.
My heart was yours.. whats done is done.

Although I see you clearer, each day, every night.
I saw your momentum, your anxiety for flight.
And my Love, in its Truth, wont hold you caged.
You lit the spark in my heart, and it blazed and it raged.

I can honestly admit,  I know Im not perfect.
But neither were you, but you are perfectly worth it.
If there is only one thing I wish I could explain,
Is that never, in this process, did I intend to bring pain.

This Love, oceans deep, as old as time...
A thousand life times, your heart was mine.
And mine still yours, in Truth and Light..
Unfortunately obscured by Social fraudulent plight.

I dont know how to end this off, or what to say.
Even though you are physically absent, I love you each day.
And every day after, even though I may lose.
Because every day my heart tells me, that its you who I choose.

Apart, our Souls, they linger lost. My hearts demise, is what you cost. No sunshine, no colour, only lonely frost. That litters this Soul... aside Ive been tossed.

#TwinFlame

I felt your stare... stripping my soul.
Body tensing.... Heart rate out of control.
Lungs burning.

You spoke a word... I heard a song.
Mind bending... I accept I was wrong.
Blood burning.

We brushed hands... and evey cell awoke.
Body buzzing... Must relax, before I choke.
Heart burning.

Conclusion: Your Love is Fire,
and its these Flames of Love,
that I am consumed by.
They purify me.

Oh Miss Magical! The Muse.. so trajical.
Her essense Divine, her gaze orgasmical.
Let go of those lies, disguised within time. Sedating the mind, wont let your light Shine.

Tears streaming.
Sun beaming.
Kaleidoscopic sight.
Heart pacing.
Mind racing.
"This" Love I wont fight.
A Light,
So bright!
Divine delight.
Intensity increasing,
I am blind at night.

The art and the craft are one. The practioner, an Oracle, the Wizard of Words. Constructing spells, conjured in the sequential scribblings symbolic of sounds. Letters to words to sentences. And in so doing, transmits a magic, a beauty that is communicated and understood by the Soul. Anyone can write down words, but there is that certain intuitive dexterity required, to coordinate the Souls song, to bring something special, magic... not just for the exchange of information, but exchange of emotions. A giving of oneself. A True purpose... To be in service. To guide. These are magical beings, the Sages of the Pages, who Ive only recently rediscovered, after one of them, was right under my nose for so long... She brings pure Magic, she is pure Light,... You know... She is one of your Tribe, She is a Poet... I know this, because everything she did, was poetic. The way she moved, the way she Loved, was pure poetry.. and I interpreted it as Magic.. because thats what Poets are. Gifts of Light...

Colour...my brother..
Is a pigment of your imagined nation.

Would a blind person treat another differently, if their race weren't same?

Because this is the only sense, that discerns the difference..
all else, is as a result of conditioning.