I Had A Dream Last Night

I had a dream last night, where I glimpsed the mirror of your Moorish soul
I peeled back the layers of strife found in the presence of a mentally castrated man in this hard Knox life
Struggles, conflicts, condemned by his hue casted aside, there, your heart I beautifully patrolled
In the measure of time, worth the console
Within its warmth, true convictions, strongly beats of clarity, devoid of systemic pain
Knowledge and wisdom pulsated through the ancestral bloodline of your veins
I heard whispers from the land of the Anunnaki Gods, echoing from the strength of your mind
Thankfulness to have created your superiority in the image of God’s universal designs

Instilled in your bone marrow, your DNA of love evolved, in understanding and reverence, bestowed by the Heavens to always shine through
By words ordained unto others, only, by you
Exalted by the creed of your hands to grasped contentment, your intellectual divinity shall be their spiritual food
The greater of nations shall once gain bow at the helm of your feet
Where the crows of the darkness shall regress to covet in the light of your throne’s seat
I heard your deepest desires as a man as you lay there slumbering
Asking forgiveness for lost spirits who denounce the rite of passage to ascend, those who refuse to overcome the power of the devilish beastly numbers

Your shield in honor to bless the Moon, the rivers, the brooks, the streams as they run
And worship the ancient laws of the Sun
Superseded in remembrance of past transgressions in the scars of its doom
Shall be rendered to continue the generation gifts of our forefathers once faithful feet jumps over the broom
I ask the consecration of you to cultivate my virgin mind
To let eyes that witness in truth, know we are the ripened fruit harvest from the Creator’s grapevine

The feet where you now stand
I asked within mysticism’s powers to show you what is over the mountaintop, for you to command
To never forsaken your existence as you come to understand,
The winds to blow as you demand
I turned over and a reassuring voice I heard in my ear
Comforted me in its assurance the glory of my words is near
Upon awakening, so shall you dream it
So, shall he now rule in the discovery of his gifts

“Baby... baby… wake up... I know he didn’t fall asleep on the phone with me again... goodnight handsome”


The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.

Martin Luther King, Jr.