Future Whispers To The Dawn Of The Past...

Body centered, inhaling, exhaling, Dragon Blood incense bellowing, purple candle burning    
Eye closing, reversing, blackness churning  
Elevated, cognitive lifted, I proudly breathe as a French Haitian Creole intellectual and with blessings, gifted    
Devoid the temple of all negative strife, earthly contentions  
Visions passing of several dimensions
  
Who are you, monsieur, to you have invaded my space in the universal of man’s time  
Were you ordained by the secrets of Moses, Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, God’s seeds planted to harvest the land of milk, and honey, sugarcane never to prosper from its designs    
You speak of allegories, hushed enigmas ordained by Egypt’s ancient scrolls  
When cosmic gathers entities, yet I cannot touch your vintage soul, your mind in repute, I can only tenderly console    
  
An Astral Banter With General Toussaint Louverture  
    
Give me liberty from the pale horseman or death in exile  
Upon the trenches, wading in the waters, my hues have traveled by the North star mile after mile  
In the sorrowful breeze of the wind  
The scars upon all my descendant’s beautiful skin    
Bloody gashes, reminisce, raised voices for unforgiven reparations, I have come to defend  
Emancipation by the signature of apartheid, here on display to commend  
  
I am the Moorish revolt to have given birth to your lineage    
The war to stand in equity for woman, man, child is not over, it is not near finished  
The Black Madonna concealed in sepia translation in Catholicism vault  
Stolen generational birthrights in Dawn’s Early light, in your day, still refusing to set history right  
To the winds the elements of your presence swivels, but not on a higher naught
I still feel the anger, the colonize of my land by the captor’s hands  
Belittle as vermin, hunted, then shackled by the feet, hands, once sought  
Independence still rings, let your voice always give praise to sing  
  
Tell me you are beyond earth with spheres of foretold  
In death, Heaven has encased your soul  
I’ve seen your face, tasted your hidden tears, before your obligation to life has been given  
The earthly cherub upon the world, Psalms on your back, ask to be forgiven  
The sobs from the grave of the forefathers’ seeps in my heart, their minds tell me occurrences eyes should had never seen  
Peace from their truth, the fight for freedom is only found in my dreams  
  
Awaken and a surmise to the streets of long forgotten cries  
Speech hindered, detained in handcuffs the new voluntary enslavement, now asking yourself, why, when the truth has revealed the injustice of your lies  
To have liberty, then to become just a number, a life once again becoming a selling option  
Behind bars surviving another plantation, free labor unto your hands, your new adoption    
For a big corporation criminal system, bodies now used as a free will lender  
My creation from the womb, autonomy to roam, who now stands alongside a public defender  
Times will become better for me to be a remembrance and not found in the demise of life’s clench
Therefore, when minds connect from the past, our voices will unify as our future in hope shall escape the stigmatic of the lynch  
     
              
                          
#KickingOffBlackHistoryMonthMyWay          
Commenced poem on 02-03-22 (An Astral Banter With General Toussaint Louverture)