Blendology Poems [ for 18+ adults ]

A Man’s Honor Within The Temple Of A Woman’s Worth

In my pilgrimage as caged minds unfurl    
Upright in peace crucified of its lashing words        
My ancestral rite of passage I crossed over to gain wisdom found not      
of this time      
Spoken to the earth of whispered sacred benedictions of the sublime      
Hearts dancing in rejoice to have the sanction of Creole dialect      
wisdom of the wise      
To give unto ancient sovereign, my King, this woman’s worth entwined      
of universal beliefs from sundown to sunrise    

Preordained upon conception of birth, to be his help meet
Sultriness in the touch, swords lifted to fool the enemy upon the greet    
The Queen to stand by his side, curtsey in the midst of storms      
Uplift his temple, to keep him upright on his feet, his sheets warm          
Sacredness in the sound of his persona, the strength to uphold the      
royal lineage of Allah’s man      
His voice to soothe, coax when locked minds are in quietude      
Tranquil sensations to harvest my land      
Intellectual in mutuality, where we lay, stand      
   
In the beauty of universal sorrow allow the strength of her tears to softly flow      
Her femininity to bend in truth, sway in wisdom depending on the way the wind blows      
When hearts and minds cannot attune to each other’s pulsating sound      
Strength, compassion, radiating from the crest of my crown      
Tribunal of honor as man takes a kneel      
For the love of himself, her, his oath given unto others keeps those seven seals concealed      
   
Biblical in the dialect his speech      
When hearts aflame, his words can cross vast seas, air, untilled terrain      
Intellectual Holy Oil once temples reached      
To the glory of his wool mane, every strand, to sustain in strife from      
systematic pelting rain      
Bathing his weary conscious, the morality of his integrity concealing his pain      
Stone rolled back, let the vows of kindness be from the mirrored cross he bears to command      

My Ankh, my moon unto mercy when my light is obscured in dark      
What is first, shall be last, shall reign again, the letters of      
Egypt written as a beautiful work of art      
In life it is better to have lineage as self-pride      
Phantom wishes, dualities of the mind when blasphemy backsides      
Who is found to be masked in the morning as the bird larks      
Mutters of discord has already lost his way in the dark      
   
Console my Chi Mother Earth      
Encased me, I cometh from the passage of darkness with knowledge as the      
beginning of my creation      
Sustain my womanly worth      
To my womb great nations shall come forth to uphold old nations,      
giving it a prosperous rebirth
Pillars of strength in the pedigree from the willowing strands of my hair            
Unchangeable from West Africa my spirit roams to the tree of life in Proverbs            
sanctified whispers in the wind, embedded of greatness in the soils of, Kenya, Tanzania, and Zaire      

My third eye of enlightment to see the incoming destruction, carnage, acropolis,      
Armageddon’s doom      
Last voice blessed to inhaled Psalms 23 exhaled in the balance of      
life and death dust to dust, the spirit, universal slowly consumes          
Life has passed one second and not a minute past too soon      
Resurrection by the stripes He felt      
Epigrams of theology words, we carry once knelt
The voyages in our past we have beautifully sojourned
Lifetimes, dimensions, in the discovery once again blending, the past, presence, we learn


Shalom

The Emerald Tablets

I am the Surveyor of this foreign land                  
Now inhabitants by the Native, European, and Moorish man                  
I relate progress before the arrival of our King, then Queen                  
Terrestrial Advisor, to decipher the constitution of your civil laws for what they may seem
Always with a flashing dim light to shine on the truth carried away by the winds drift
As the axle of the world tilts                      

The true of the matters is, we were already told those bicentennial lies              
A man discovered America that was already here, after the remnants of rained showered from the skies              
The earth rotates upon its axis              
From the Heavens to the Earth, to Sea, the trinity of God’s divine              
Atral voices of discord whispering loudly heard throughout              
Mass shooting, suicides, keep death expensive for that pine box when fate and the wrong destiny collide              
Save your tears and your fears for the realization of famine, refugee concentration camps that permeates the land              
             
Brother against brother, disunity no matter where the aura stand              
Sitting against an Oak tree and closed my eyes, resting in the sun for a while                  
My mind drifted as I got lost in my mere thoughts                  
I heard the rushing water from the flow of the Nile                  
I inhaled the air as I slowly exhaled                  
Ancient stories the terrain will never tell                  
                 
I saw weeping willows swaying in the breeze                  
Magnolia trees and ginger vines telling of sacred mysteries                  
Calling for me to come to listen to the parentage of its history                  
Hoofs of thunder galloping on the soil to the riding sun                  
In the Motherland, colors were fused as one  
A mighty Lion sat on his throne, in his attendance  
He had me to close my eyes and made me feel the worth of his Kingdom                
                 
The serendipity our dialects blended so beautifully                  
Money was not the root of all evil, morality surrendered of heart, mind, body and soul, as far as the eyes can see                  
I felt the cool refreshing water trickling down my face                  
No chemical pollutants or manmade elements that makes H2O unsafe to consume, and unhealthy in the taste                  
I heard voices, I sensed people stirring                  
Opened my eyes rapid gun fire occurring                  
                 
Men upon the sacred throne of mammals riding past me before sundown                  
Riding elephants to their death, their tusk taken after shots fired all around                
Their ivory gold to sell removed without sound                  
No one cared if I was present, or begot                                                                    
Blood tied to a land like a Gordian knot