Into The Deep III (Intellectual Baptizing)

Somewhere Below The Sea                  
Waterloo Kingdom          
      
My Fair Maiden Queen you have been here at Waterloo    
What would you take with you    
Close your eyes and let your mind float and tell them about our dimensions    
From what you’ve seen, the doctrine of this monarch, tell them something, other than what I’ve mentioned      
     
When I think of water and its many gifts of surprise    
Such a marvelous given blessing in disguise      
Spiritual showers from the majestic skies      
Hydration to quench, it’s the bodies’ ultimate high      
Liquid, steam, or gasses      
A treasured commodity enjoyed by all masses      
Pure in its element      
Irrigation for field crop developments      
      
When I think of water I think of unfiltered knowledge to gain    
Umbrellas to combat, during life’s stinging rains      
A thirst to know where my seeds were once sown      
Crowns of glory unbeknown      
Cleansing of the internal soul      
Baptism through its rebirth, God’s earthly ultimate goal      
      
When I think of water, is the glass half full, or half empty    
Theoretically speaking, interpretation for the mind applied simply      
Christening in faith with a drop to a baby’s head      
Moses departed the Red Sea and led      
Pharaoh’s army expired in its depth      
Money, Stones, can never be compared to its wealth      
Beautiful Ice Glaziers sculpted upon a watering freeze      
Oceans, Rivers, and flowing Lakes settling during a gently breeze      
A Swan, Geese, or Duck’s gliding dream as they navigate downstream      
Fish swimming in sunken watery schools      
Michael Phelps diving into his second home, an Olympian swimming pool      
      
When I think of water and the weightless of its groove    
The bubbling current in my Jacuzzi, relaxing muscles, thoroughly soothed      
Nourishment of my skin tone to keep it appearing Butter Rum smooth      
Beautiful Nile Lagoons      
Playfully throwing water balloons      
Navy Ships’ Missiles fired in an underwater seize      
Torpedo direct hit, no watery escapees from a tight cabin squeeze      
No one is mightier than the water, not even the sword      
Refugees sailing, the high seas, in the mist of their freedom, American passageway as they explore      
Slaughter of the innocence in its angry watery path      
Tsunami, Typhoons, Floods, its wicked wrath      
Forty Days and Forty Nights      
Sunshine was overruled until the Heavenly Creator advised us to get it right      
      
When I think of water, its freedom as it flows    
Where it ends its journey only God truly knows      
Free for some, however money now is its contributing culprit      
You cannot live without it      
In stores, unfortunately it costs to get      
Water comes in so many flavors      
Africa murky depths, their thirst is always wavered      
Cannot even dip into a well to retrieve sanitary water to savor      
Victimized by standards, I cannot tell you why      
Rain dance ceremonies, Spiritual Healers, not helping the villages, no lie      
There is water, although, transported by women’s head supporting their jugs      
Miles to walk, baby secured on one hip, no comfort in the journey, no nation for a thirstless love      
      
When I think of water, Queen Bithia in the Midrash comes to mind    
Drew a basket baby from the Nile, who was later ordained to free the labor of woman and mankind      
Therefore, the next time you take a thirst quenching sip      
Be thankful you have water to move pass, your lips      
Some nations do not have that filtered purity of such      
Third World countries’ bottled water sources is not great as much      
By the laws of nature, spiritually drink on      
Your kingdom come, your will shall be done, on earth as it is in heaven      
Always at life’s discretion      
And the sea said there were no bounds      
Enwrapping the spirit of our beings in such soothing tranquil sounds      
     
My Fair Maiden Queen from the Fifth Dimension, you have explained the essential of Waterloo, our underworld      
And it has been my pleasure to have entertained and enigma mind, you are the Mother of all Pearls    
You will have telekinesis no matter the weather    
Well thank you, King Safon, it has been my most sincere pleasure    
This is the time I ceremoniously bow to you, to have extended your hospitality and for me to have been a part of this beautiful forgotten sunken treasure    
Once you open your eyes, my Fair Maiden Queen    
You will be back on that beach, in reverse, however I will keep that bottle and letter    
When I am ruling this dimension, and to know I have smelled your scent, graced your psyche, and held you in my arms as we danced, it would make my day much honorable better    
He finally bowed to me    
You have the respect of this King, an honorable man    
I curtsied to such an endearment    
You have my promise to allow knowledge from my Aquarian barrier to flow      
From the shores to the vast lands, the healing water, to heal and console    
Are you ready to return to your terrain    
You are a Queen of superior stock    
Did he just refer to me as, stock    
Good lineage to always arise to the top    
There will be slayers, naysayers, pimps, and players    
Heal with the mind beautiful one, and always soothe with the heart    
I will take that advice under my council from sunlight until the dusk of dark    
     
My Knight, escort, the Fair Maiden Queen to the portal and make sure she is successfully reversed to where she was sought    
You mean caught    
King Safon’s hypotonic eyes captured mine    
My Knight, Fate has always been my greatest friend    
Destiny was the Fair Maiden Queen’s descend and like a Phoenix Rising, she will ascend  
     
How did I get back on the beach    
And did my bottle ever reach    
     
Oh, it did    
     
I heard a voice echoing in the wind