"Born 20120718 08h00 AM"


Here’s to my new-born child of the Pharaohs, I swear, no more news on the kind of a farrow. Colour of the Soil, you fill my heart with a new Love unknown. See the Colour of the Oil that fills the Art your true bloodline own. You’re the Oasis of the world, so beware of greeks bearing gifts closely. Amongst the many faces of the world, beware of these wearing sheep’s clothing. They’ve stripped Mother Africa of her identity and buried her alive, Brothers and Sisters, Nubia and Kush. I trip on Azania and her density burning in silence, oh my blisters…not another Minister media pushed. That’s why you have to be my winning goal in this game defense, call her crazy because her Name deepens, But that’s for those not willing to know where they came, **Princess...

If you don't by know as of yet whom
I refer to as __,
you will soon enuf;

It is rare that I can go there so well, even on occasion for the destructive,
5th dimensional gifts running backwards, Houdini by grave doing back-flips,
for along with the Heart's of David Copperfield types wanting to know how,
can we pick up a few of these tricks, in other lifetimes my type picked up many,
places along of course through Kemet's of Egypt, and not so far back but,
is where I had to go on the endless effort of trying to find the magical child,
already gone by first of memories and I thought woot hoot I could juggle,
the woes of humanity or inhumanity as I see know, you know by;

justification of I don't see any more or less innocence or guilt,
round here but if there is such a great need when I saw it,
and figged I cud get through it, it was love for what else,
could there be and I do, be and fill so much very need;

but X'yzz....ah 'um once there was Shakespeare,
an era wrapping up by befalling heads wanting bread,
of whom exclaimed well if those are their terms and conditions,
'Let'em eat cake' ergo and or our newer foundations; but as far as,
I knew it and I wondered and pondered how why wherefore before,
someone who seems projective of who dare be Queen or Princess,
more than aristocratic, the vine of genetics, KISS keep it simple silly,
why war for this nonsensical stuff;

it's not the decadent decedent's,
but off Divine Spirit;

well money power sure can keep well hidden powers and you can,
hmmm get along for a spell but here a spell there a spell with each castle,
Humpty Dumpty oh well;

but now again is the Globe again along with Life,
the stage we are cast upon truly;

it's time for our own era's Renascence;

but last I knew them truly with all gifts 5th dimensional they and their darkly companions,
too now here they are onto years unmentionable, still can't honor it and I guess they,
just want death, not more than one way about it, they will try to out wait and hate;

hahaha,
but by me I've taught them all they know and no matter who they turn against me,
10k in a court room dey'd not dare a step by one in however remember Howard Hughes,
I would say I do always love and though too I am the one and only and best friend indeed,
even though I know I am the enemy, no matter what they say believe think and even feel,
but I love to play nice like thrice no mines about it,
giving all overly good information,
fairer than fair warnings;

they gather darkly more into about their hypnotic spells castings, kinda crazy all dead set against me, when last to save their own ***'s, there were some identity issues and class type things but they were, known as good in the end and yet we have yet again to begin;

'dey don't know themselves not even by here now this lifetime alone,
black art denialists wooing all about with sugary treaty's they bark bark,
but if they bit the wrong cat here to hard their teeth would fall out;

yet and the roots seeded here now for the better part of the show with new,
edit-eers producers rolling arts in, I know, I will, I can, I see these things always,
before they appear and blood bearing beings near on, ain't willing give or take,
some where and the billions of years the dust rocks and trees already are on;

all kinds of well you know, what we've got going round now along with a time,
to come from the woods of our hidings and out from the fear to be gods birth right,
citizens we played a lot of silly games of peeka boo pretend,
ain't heaven ain't here the list is long,
we know all to well

Sinister ministers deliver scriptures per
Illicit missions to present religious works for intrinsic worth
Men amended an "Amen" to end to the verse
Then apprehended the script they knew Kemet had written first

I’m in the blemish my kin is a part of the sin it hurts
Given my hair and skin were both considered dirt since the birth
It’s printed in their gospel I’ve been getting worse since the curse
It’s vivid plagiarism for the villain to get the perks

Swallowing pride is less change on the price then the focus blinks the golf post. Sweet Love undone, shame, it’s no hole in one when folks impose on soft ghosts. As Man rest below, it’s like we misunderstand more and so the next fellow will follow. Old stories weren’t so cold, once upon a time family and friends wouldn’t trade you for gold. But don’t be caught out worn out; coming to terms with new germs makes the heart want to turn back to the cool perms. So afraid of Love that breeds us, worse, we can’t punch Aids without a glove on; Jesus… plus nowadays it even busts one in handcuffs, believe this. But who am I to judge the weathers, besides, my friend thinks I’m soft like white pampers. Just days ago, my eyes were pepper sprayed by white crackers, pick sides, and my colleague couldn’t pay his dues, all he did was explain tired matters, in all this I just decided to grow white feathers and God forbid, I cursed their wild manners. Silence still spoils the years, no doubt, I learned in this lair, how loud you roar the strength of Bears, that’s what it’s about. I can’t wait till my mother reads this... why I had to walk out of my Uncle Steve’s burial ******?
I thought I was missed, in minutes I saw her with this deep look in her eyes, fixed, then it turns out my in-law thinks my boys and I looked like gangsters in the midst, I felt my heart twist…almost threw a fist to expand what his mind missed, but ****, no kith and kin greetings and kisses… I had to take leave; my family is now Mr and Mrs. From now on end, they’ll see me with a fresh eye, this is how I’m meant, forever until the flesh dies. I guess best times are with strangers, in a rendezvous called Timbuktu I met these boys and not famous, we crushed a lot but touched the dot, the heart of failures. The *****, trees, good food clouds greed, you could snooze or leave, I swear the mood won’t bleed. Best you crown them abundant like a peace antique, that’s Mr Brown and London, my good friends indeed. It’s a Mystery what life can bring; last week over beer, I exchanged fears with a King. Possessed in some foreign church, this dream had me glad to blink while he cracked the Da Vinci code, digging to find the King of Kings. Our minds froze, as we came to realize how deep we’ve grown… time is old, I knew then our faith and freedom would have to come bold. It’s a strange time in my life, at the same time I’m deeming the name of my wife. Dog marked Kemet as next to thrive, same line, I might get me a Queen or stone my life at night. Envision the sight, with a Nefer that should be…breathing life into Pharaohs that died. Of course, kids will know what Mommy’s womb means; I mean no offence but watch the Mummy movies. Reminds me of a dream Mommy had, I was drunk and so old, I really think it’s nothing bad, I’m just young with an old soul but ex-factors be spinning my head though, and I’m hoping for some Excalibur spinning ahead, you know. Slaves are made to be industrious in a place they hate but I’m tired, it’s time for hearts to get paid. But hay, wrestling with time like I’m messing with mine got my final warning signed. My boss said I’m immature; I need to pull up my socks until I’m in for sure. I saved her the cause coz at times passion gets passionately *******, even words can’t open the door. Not to mention, I’m all bushed with hair like Samson’s intertwine, I don’t want to cause tension, hence let’s all push affairs like Santon, sipping wine. No more talk about the word, blind. They’ve been too kind, as the world gets embarrassing through their ‘eyes’. You’ll think it makes sense, when you realise how much they miss in a chance, then it blends, The first sense. It’s scary, I mean Harry…would you know when you’ve met the Carpenter? Will he be fairy or nostalgic with a scent of lavender or may be carrying messages like that guy, the Messenger? How will you know, if you can’t respect another? and yet you’re still awaiting him, who lives in you forever. Man lives forever between the lines, God how can we ignore it? My cousin is as passionate as I with no job, how does he endure this? I’ll do whatever I can to help you out Cuzz, hold on, I promise. I’m not known for counting my losses but don’t be so sure I’ll cater; fraternizing with sources is just my second nature. Pick up this heavy Rock and take a good look at the ants, in this manly clock, many subscribe to false pretence. No one wants to be in the dock and that makes perfect sense, but why all the false defence? Might as well play tennis with church, serve an ace to the priest; confess my habits to purge, in search of reason why my people fail to merge? My Dead Blood bless my verse, and my high school friend, I missed his piece called Living on the verge back then. I can remember being so young and thin, shy and dim, I couldn’t tell how it’s been ever since. Looking back being juvenile, it just seems like we dwelled in better sins. Free Mandela hit White students wild and Blacks at the same time flying with brighter wings. Nervous minds in the hall, my friend questioning the principal whether or not he’s racist. First time, I see an old man running away from the ball, explaining principles with no basics. Standard 9, every one in line curious to know who’s going to make prefect, SRC was just fine but not on the same intellect. Matriculated with a distinction but articulated no instinction. We could’ve married some of those chickens if it wasn’t for those unresolved feelings. Now the eggs have hatched, gone with those legs, a dream of the past, but then you gave me that eye on the streets to **cache…

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.

Sidewalk through the narrow path
don't ever lie
It reveals every signs leading to eternal life
& saves all lives,

For the spirit of Holy Orun-mi-law is a Wheeled will
& the word of Adam-Hū is the truthful way
when judgement is established
with perfect justice
we will all see clearly
"Life's Innocence"
& It's universal providence
when intimate with righteousness.

Whilst I was in the wilderness
the parched deserted wasteland
besieging as deep callth unto deep
I was caught up in thin air
into the invinsible O-realm of
Baba-A-law Edé'n

And I saw the Word of the Creator transformed
into supernatural armies mantles.
filled with perfect Literacy & true Morality
Absolutely absorbed in Spiritual stability.

Then I was caught up to Sheol & Hades
that forbidden exile
which gate is ancient
& path forgotten
which leadth straight
to the eternal lake of damnation
Émourn Amon.

& I beheld the beast & it's 7-seal
as one beholding himself
in a mirror crystal clear,

But I dread no evil
for I am as a psalms that sees
yes,
I am as a psalms that's well equipped
my weapon is living & active
sharper than any double edged sword,

I speak of roots and truth
revealing visions
I do not worship aimlessly
nor do I fellowship as one shadow boxing
no, my locks are 7 lucks
never tempered with blades
from birth
I was born ready to wrestle against
every weapon fashioned by D-evil,

Understand the riddle
a deep allegory
it's metaphysical
there's no lie in my story
only mysteries & mystic deep,
one that can only be unlocked
by one fully oriented in incantation,

Life is as a game of chess
& I speak of the eternal end
the beast and it's 7 heads
what it all represents
& it's antidote;

Unicorn(disgusting lust- Psalms) Dragon(irritating seduction- Revelation) Lion(sorrowful iniquity- Ecclesiastes) Sharkwhale(disgraceful illiteracy- 10 Commandment) Dinosaur(tormenting poverty- Lamentation)
Eagle (fear of Time- Scroll of Adam/Job)
Phoenix (shameful death- Scroll of Enoch)

The confusing sound & voices of their secret cemented illiteracy, and how they worship materialism, and despised enlightenment; the beautiful awaken state of perfect consciousness, choosing rather to break spiritual communication wherefore losing their holy form and transforming into demons, having the heart of a ****** rock, laying net's for the souls of men as fishers, misusing the powers of the dark realm causing blackness in the holy place.

I speak figuratively of the 10 crowned horns of Zion.
Of Babylon, ***** & Gomorrah, Philistine, Hella's, Medes & Persia, Chaldean, Tyre & Sidon, Rome, Kemet, Kush.

Although the righteous one may
fall 7 times before he conqueres
but the Father Lord-God & King
by his Holy-Icon101 already prepared
a beautiful pleasurable bed
for every pit in 7 places
I speak of;

peace, understanding, wisdom, love, knowledge, counsel & acknowledgement
representing the 7 heavens
of God

Yes, I fought & conquered the
D-evil one
through whole stream baptism;
Restoring the soul
purifying the mind
sanctifying the spirit
redemning the emotion
Saving nerve fibre

whilst rebuilding man's fallen State
to its original glory;
where love doth not sleep
peace doth not rest
wisdom is never weary
& understand never dies,

I seek for (wisdom) & I found, knocked at (loved) door & it was opened, asked for (peace) & I was given, called for complete (understanding) & was answered.


The becoming of the Son of man
(Immanuel)
& the coming of the Son of God
(ORISHÀNLÀ 10000)
I speak of err & imbalance
& how it would never again,

Balancing the science & art of living
measuring art with slavery pains
& science by the blood from wars in our veins

then purity & essence will forever remain,
putting an end to strife & greed
ending turbulence from times machine to Clock wise data.

In the beginning was God's word
& his Word is his complete intention,
from his meditation he attracted all Ideas that interested Him in his Word
& his very "law of attraction"
was what interested Him,
for his Spirit is his very law of attraction.

For the word of God is God's true character
& the Spirit of God is God's perfect sense.

There's alot of pleasure in the world, but it takes common sense to balance everything to give life
it's true meaning.

The three essential qualities of life are; nutriment & nurishment, decent clothing, hygienic environment.

For the one who was alone & built the universe as an everlasting school of enthusiastic,
only he truly knows loneliness & boredom in its complete measures
of idleness.

clean literature by clearing away all ignorance
for just as Science do not lie,
but takes solvings to be correct
& morality to be balanced
Art also needs sure literate to be pure.
Only then can one discover the good in everything without distortion.

Has not wisdom garnish it's throne,
has not understand adorn it's shrine,
has not peace decorated it's temple,
is not love a bedecked garden home,

Go to the highest heaven
ask for the Literate who is perfect,
go also to the lowest depth of hades search for the true morality,

then you'll find
" Holy Spirit Most-high ".

For by knowledge of holiness
God created everything,
by common sense he enables
all his creature to walk in moral path,

by acknowledgement he has given us perfect reasons to realise "true quality & ugly vanity" thereby taking caution.

God has also enable the experience to give counsel to the young,
so that his little ones may breathe in essence,
with their sight taking pleasure in purity only,
that they might grow in an environment of equity
discerning err easily.

For assuredly I know his Providence is an eternal rain,
& his holiness shall forever reign
gloriously guarding our heart in
moral path.

God gives true brilliance & genius
to rule our conscience,
6sense & insight as an eternal guide to our will,
though test & trials have been placed on everything,
he instilled on everyone loyalty & patience in the days of our discipline that meekness might be found in us if only we are faithful to virtue, in the season when he measure the true value of everything he's made.

You oh God judge our perception perspective while sharing your everlasting offering of pleasentness.

They who covenanted with you
knows for certain
until the torment of your discipline appears along side your glory,
grace, holiness & sacredness,

foolishness & wickedness of err & imbalance will never disappear forever.

For this sake you covered Kush as black smoke,
turned Kemet into thick darkness,
made Ur a burning flames
Hell-às an everlasting fire
& Zion a true & perfect light
while covered in the dust & ashes of Uz.

Your axe is at the root ready to uproot
the tree of error & imbalance,
even the sword from your mouth has withered it already.

Therefore in our covenant we say
Ise & Amin.

If you don't by know as of yet whom I refer to as X'yzzzzzzzzzleeeping, you will soon enuf; is rare that I can go there so well even on occasion for the destruction; 5th dimensional gifts running backwards Houdini by grave doing back-flips for along with the Heart's of David Copperfield types wanting to know how can we pick up a few of these tricks, in other lifetimes my type pick up many places along of course through Kemet's of Egypt, and not so far back but is where I had to go on the endless effort of trying to find the magical child already gone by first of memories and I thought woot hoot I could juggle the woes oh humanity or inhumanity as I see know you know by justification of I don't see any more or less innocence or guilt round here but if there such a great need I when I saw it and figged I cud get through it it was love for wat else could there be and I do be and fill so much very need; but X'yzz....ah 'um once there was Shakespeare an era wrapping up by befalling heads wanting bread of whom exclaimed well if those are their terms and conditions 'Let'em eat cake' ergo and or our newer foundations; but as far as I knew it and I wondered and pondered how why wherefore before someone who seems projections of who dare be Queen or Princess, more than aristocratic the vine of genetics KISS keep it simple silly why war for this nonsensical stuff; it's not the decadent decedent's but off Divine Spirit; well money power sure can keep well hidden powers and you can hmmm get along for a spell but here a spell there a spell with each castle Humpty Dumpty oh well; but now again is the Globe again along with Life the stage we are cast upon truly; and it's time for our own era's Renascence; but last I knew her truly with all gifts 5th dimensional her and her darkly companion too now here they are onto 22 years and still you can't honor it and I guess they just want spouses dead not more than one way 'bout it they are try to out wait and hate me; hahaha but by me I've taught them all they and know matter who they turn against me 10k in a court room dey'd not dare a step by one however remember Howard Hughes I'd say I always love and  though too I am your one and only and best friend indeed even I know I am your enemy, no matter what you say believe think and even feel, but I love to play nice like thrice no mines about it and give all overly good information and fairer than fair warnings; and they gather darkly more about into their hypnotic spells castings, kinda crazy all dead set against me when last to save their own as'ses the're were some identity issues and class type things but they were known as good in the end and yet we ajve yet again to begin; 'dey don'y know themselves not even by here now this lifetime alone, black art denialists wooing all about with sugary treaty's they bark bark but if they bit hte wrong cat here to hard their teeth would fall out; yet and the roots seeded here now for the better part of the show with new edit-eers producers rolling arts in I know I will I can I see these things always before they appear and blood bearing beings near on ain't willing give or take some where and billions of years the dust rocks and trees already are on; and all kinds of well you know  what we've got going round now along with a time to come from the woods of our hidings and out from the fear to be gods birth right citizen we played a lot of silly games of peeka boo pretend ain't heaven ain't here the list is long we know all to well

Who makes these rules for this world that we live.
Extracting from us things we never would give.

They’re tied to a time back far as it goes.
They have methods to control us that nobody knows.

Kemet, then Babylon is from which they did rise.
I see all they’ve done through heterochromian eyes.

Separate from those, that we think are in charge.
This group has grown smaller, but was never large.

The things I won’t tell of would give you a fright
Those that should know have been granted the sight.

The positive side of our nature will rise.
Letting us see them without their disguise.

The light that is coming, will show that their grift.
Must come to an end as the world begins to shift.