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        

For He Is Worthy To Be Exalted (Joseph)

How in the world this.. this lying.. God please forgive me, but she is pregnant and talking about she does not know how  
Nine months and I am gonna see her on Maury Povich show talking about I’m gonna be a father now  
I know I had too many drinks and my conscious was all up in flight  
On the ballroom dance floor, I remember holding her curvy body real tight  
And she was smelling good, stunning looking, kinda fly, and she was my Nubian Queen, hell, we owned that night  
 
Got my friends laughing at me that my wife was creeping around  
I hope I was the only man who have felt rapture between her thighs after sundown    
And now She pregnant, yeah right, she must take me for a damn clown  
And probably ain’t even mine  
Divorce Court, hand her over to Judge Judy after that ruling and make her pay this King her hard earned dime  
 
What type of fool does she really take me for  
And want me to fall for that it's been ordained fourscore  
I told her those people keep meddling in our business behind those church doors  
She said she heard an Angel in her sleep and already told her  
I do not mind her borrowing my car, giving her my money, giving it up just to make her kitty purr  
But being a father and I am still in my prime  
I do not need no little juniors slowing me down, taking up my mancave time  
 
And just to think, I have been working all these hours to finally scope that Hummer me and my Queen have been saving to buy  
Our nights on the sheets cushioned my her is bliss, and that is no lie  
I cannot help it if I got that hammer slammer, she was the one who said Big Daddy take me to the sky  
Now that I do think about it, she musta have taken all my player seeds and all  
Damn, the only thing I can do is to play my part as a father and stand tall  
 
A little spin on Jospeh and Mary biblical story, revolutionized, they are Jesus’ parents.  
 
 
The New Age Of Aquarian Angels, Softly Shrouding The Spiritual Intellects Of Heaven's Yoruba Gods

Tattered

I came to earth to consume the sins    
After the Ten Commandments has been given, my story begins    
Yet, not nailed on a cross    
Each piece of my skin tattered for society’s loveless lose    
My flesh as an Angel one can adore    
For every sinful occurrence, I must aid as earth’s guarantor    
My beloved beings, a soft piece of my skin rips for    
 
Your agony Your pain    
More slashes of skin, as hate continues to rain    
Look at me, who do you see    
A Heavenly Angel, until your sins became the life of me    
 
My skin slowly falls    
As you pray for mercy, my guardianship hears your calls    
As the whips of life strikes, I’ll take the scars of its need    
Through the starvation, the earthly greed    
Thank the Heavenly Father my skin doesn’t earthly bleed    
 
Hopefully, love will always succeed    
As you are praying on your knees    
If not, my skin takes the strife    
An emollient of protection to soothe the impurity elements within your life    
 
Tattered and Battered    
Your tears to me, as I dry them, yes, they do matter    
 
That whispering voice you may hear    
When my skin aches for you to adhere my dear    
My tattered skin weeps for your fears    
So, listen with a keen ear    
My skin tatters for all tears    
 
My skin is ordained and blessed by God’s grace    
No colors, no particular face    
My skin tatters for every race    
 
Therefore, the next time, when you think of doing wrong    
Just remember this Angel’s beautiful, tattered skin Psalms    
The stars, the moon, the earth    
Through the cosmic rebirth    
Angels among us, as they roam    
Assurance to this world’s existence we are never alone    
As long as there’s an Angel’s tattered skin to atone    
 
 
Peace unto humanity

I Am

I Am
The intellectual woman to the wise man
The music behind the muse
The echoing melody tunes to use
Can’t find your way, I have a flashlight for you to use

I Am
The umbrella to your rain
The protective Band-Aid when you’re in pain
The muscle relaxer to your strain
The Endorphin Queen to the cerebral cortex of your brain

I Am
The sunscreen to your tan
The hand to extend
The back for you to dip, as your knees bend
The sunrise to your sunset
Erotic Intentions for me to let
Mmm..pleasuring you as you make me wet
Desire, rapture, passion from my arms felt
Yet
I am the person you never will forget

I Am
The water to your irrigated land
The fork to your spoon
The Sun to your Moon
The tissue to your nose
The shoreline to your ocean as it washes when it flows

I Am
The jelly to your jam
The voice that pleads to the stars
A seducrive serenade to the Man from Mars
The shoes to your feet
The blood circulation to your heart as it beats
A pleasurable ride once we greet
The soft blending under the sheets
The bat to your ball
I am a winner who takes all

I Am

Wonderful words!!!

Softly Pollinated

He is my love, when I glance into his eyes, I swear I see the path to Heaven’s glory
In his arms, I feel the pulsate of my heart
The sunrise in his touch, the hotness of his breath
Laced with kisses all over my neck

He is the hushed soft melody of my heart
Silhouettes moving to the cadence of such a soulful tune
The symphony of our minds in sync
Heart strokes gently plucked
Feeling the poetic tenderness of his strings, pounding at the percussion of my inner Chi

Serenading me softly with his desired songs
Reviving me with each touch, weakening from the taste of his harmonic passion
My unheard music lays bare for him to play, echoing my sentiments as my body sings out
Gentle hands turning the sheet music of my temple, virginal with each new page of my essence he glances upon
His eyes never wavering in each heated passionate stroke, tapping the soft keys of me, fine tuning all my soft places

His palm on the crown of my symphonic engagement
Feeling his jazz notes echoing, as I’m blowing on his horn
Love notes belting out for his private audience’s ears
Heightened with each vibration of its high-pitched crescendo
Taking his kingdom to the peninsula, hearing his baritone voice greet the skies in its sole pleasure

The extension of his soul releasing, singing his gratification in a cappella
His naked emotions lay claim to the instrument of my inner temple
The infusing of his sanctuary instilled within the sheet music of our rapture
Playing the beautiful lyrics of my heart, mind, souls humming the bass of emotions in union
From his soul, a handsome maestro, conducting a composed sacred revival of my desires

Playing me to the wondrous of his touch, his whispered breath
My lips he tastes as drowning, blending, in the sound of our divine music
His fingers tapping so gently over the sheer muse of my wet suppleness
Giving my praises unto his standing ovation
Anchored and blending the sultry calling of a whispered encore

The Illusion Of peace

What is peace
Is it the serenity that you find in your surroundings
Is it the comfort that you get from your mentality
Is it your footsteps, is it your goals
Or is it simply your dreams

The serenity of peace
We get from Mother Nature
From her soil
As we implant our hands
To bring her fertilization unto the creation

Is it the trees
That brings us such beautiful oxygen
As we inhale and exhale
Is it the skies
That we look upon to know that we have divine purpose
Upon this earth that we walk

The illusion of peace
Is it your hands
That does good deeds upon mankind
Is it your pulsating heart
That feels, that gives, and love
It is your eyes that see the coming of the divinity within
Is it your, mouth
Your dialect that speaks, of wonders, of wisdom, and of truth

What is peace to you
Is it your purpose as you stand
Is it within sickness that you lie
Waiting, but within you must find that inner peace

Inner peace of rebirth
Inner peace of longevity
Inner peace of just simply being

What is peace
Find your peace today
And keep it as a shield of honor
So that when tomorrow comes upon you
You would have known yesterday you have retained your peace
That you may go forward

Have a blessed day, stay faithful, and always please smile


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