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.