Kitty's Korner

Dream Weaver

Inhaling and exhaling boarding the dream weaver train  
Closing my eyes, I hear the echoes of cries shivering in the cold rain  
Continental men dressed in suits, united handshakes under the Sun in the act of war, blood embedding in the womb of Mother Nature, a symbolic olive branch of impending despair and gloom  
Sealing the fate of mankind, the Book Of Revelations sorrows casted upon humanity’s earthly doom  

The world encased in darkness it’s the new millennium’s perforated plight  
A place where all awaiting souls congregate, to bring inner peace to self, you must give your obscurity a reason to shine its beautiful light  
Your DNA is the temple of thy self  
If man is made in the Creator’s image, then why does his heart not reap of Heavenly wealth  
His broad shoulders carry in his vibrations, famine, racism, carnage, and death  

Allow my purpose to stand on the backs of Yoruba Kings as I humbly bow to the Queens of my lineage  
Gods found in the ordained creation of mankind, evolution in earth’s pilgrimage  
Once when the letter ‘S’ was dropped lessening the meaning of divinity spelled backwards became  
unjust, known as Dog echoed throughout the ages of time  
Sentiments of theology is to have faith and believe given of its ideology, yet to atheism its unacceptable and resonates the agenda of darken minds  
The deeds of survival within the passage of religion becomes mentally distorted and sublime  

Love and compassion, the purest form of emotions we trust in judgment to display  
Prayers needed when terminal illness manifests be that it may  
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust  
Fallen tears, hopefully, in your last breath in the divine I hope your vessel has been in trust  
Inhaling the cosmic you must find your place, longevity for me has never been about the dynamics of life’s race  
The code to life is when you stop and smell the roses, you realize in the fragrant scent your heart pulsates at its own pace  

When you have humbly bowed in the face of death you will find the sobriety to invest in the afterlife  
Remain silent in grace under pressure in the shadows of strife  
Spirit and soul asunder energy never truly dies  
Devine elevation of heart, mind, body, birth, death, and reborn, in this realm, our dreams, hopes, we try to reach, we may fail, but we must continue to try, and try, and try  
Even a baby bird eventually learns how to fly  
Love yourself, and have enough to share, and never covet anyone else’s footsteps and be empathic and comforting in everyone else whys  


Assalamu Alaikum  

Dream Weaver Part II

There was a time unto the sunrise the oceans navigating my sailing ship    
The anchor to my heart, that told me love radiates from the deep abyss    
Unlocking his chains that longs to be free    
Rebirth from the shackles of his mind, from my home, we dream, as lost entities funnel in the sea    
Give him freedom in his unwavering quest    
I heard the calling as he appeared as a warrior wearing the crest of Allah's armored vest    
His voice resonating like the roar of the jungle heard from afar    
From the pilgrimage in his journey, his eyes upon the glory of following the Eastern Star    
   
Who are you, my stalwart King    
Do you feel the might of your bite to wear upon the mane of your head, Heaven’s sacred bling    
The crown of Elohim He gives unto the bearer of an unwavering soul    
The hieroglyphics found in his heart, cradled by his mind, in the freedom of his movement, his spirit becomes his sacred scrolls    
I cannot hold any man’s hand if he refuses to stand
Yet I will clasp onto his truth, as being a woman to uplift him as a man
Uphold and validate the illumination of his wisdom    
Paired with his Kingdom, as one, we shall come    
Take my incantations blessed from the core of this Yoruba Goddess’ heart    
Can you lead my footsteps to pave the path when I lose my way, where we both survive earthly chaotic dark    
   
I do not survive by the caldron of money, I have the love of the universe, it's my consecrated honey    
I do not need the discomfort of fame      
I am coveted by the Supreme High in Him, the oath of my survival is found in His name    
I dwell in quietness of solstice solitude yet can uplift any King’s mane    
To his rightful throne, his superlative glory    
Above the stars, we shall reach the skies, devoid of Hell’s purgatory    
I am the feebler vessel in this realm we call life    
Henceforth, resilient, honorable, and softness in my comfort to step into my stilettos to become of any man’s wife    
No given strife    
   
Only a blessing if his mind is in union with mine    
Our breaths entwined    
Hand in hand found within the doctrine of mystique’s sublime    
Where we can talk, debate about trivial pursuits    
Sharing the essence of my sacred juice      
Upon his muscular chest, my intellect tenderly rests    
We blend in and out of time    
Our powers to be as we seek      
Greatness defines      
Dialects speaks, invocations laminated as potent as droplets of vintage wine    
   
   
Shalom    

The Day After Tomorrow Uplifting Your Chakras

Into the calling of the night    
Where sacraments burn the candles upon the casting of dim light    
Defaced divine offering unto mankind    
No tears to offer when the hunger is not getting fed unto borrowed time    
By the bell of the finality creed    
In the window of time hallowed be thy sound    
Seen the fate of holiness without the sphere of compulsion in the greed      
The beautiful nakedness in the glory, coveted the offering in the absence of the seed    
   
I have so much indoctrinated fortitude unto humanity’s mind I must still share in this lifespan, mental charities I must give its just due    
In the window of cosmic time, it does not consist of entertaining the slothful in thought, or give the greater of my goodwill intellect, to the blinded without a cause, or befallen to the egotistical wraith of the naysayer, or fool    
Bow your head then elevate your worth    
Life is about living, showing compassion to the ill, the mentally abused, and the ones whose silence keeps them wrapped in the blanket of their own hurt    
Lift your head, and tell the weary how to remain faithful, advise them the secrets to the soul is found in their rebirth    
   
If not found true of thee    
Or the chimes of those ethos, pathos, and logos that keeps us sane we must balance naturally embedded in you and me    
The Seven Chakras, let them astral plane to kiss the Heavens, bless the Earth, and purify the Sea, in each dimension, I will tenderly commence    
Ancient of time from way back when    
   
It's a part of my temple’s emancipation    
My soulful dedication    
The sultry undertones of my poetic liberations    
As I humbly bow to you in divine salutations      
   
With much respect, sit down, step down, or move aside, please    
And allow the warmth of the Sun to shine at ninety degrees    
As the saying goes, one head shall always keep the eye on the sparrow to give love and direction to the baby and civilization’s carriage    
The other shall keep the head buried in the sand only to feel one’s own provoked ill will, rooted in Cain’s narcissisms, in hell shall be the marriage    
   
Assalam Alaikum    


Love and Universal Hugs, always,
SKC Interim DON, APRN

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