A Man’s Honor In 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 God’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 bear 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 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