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I See Your Worth
Oh, I see you shooting your vibes past the stars
Raise the conscious level, it’s still grounded, push the limits, my throne will tell you how far
I do not solicit the pulsations of my Chi, my star dust softly floats from Jupiter after it has been tenderly kissed upon Mars
A Hebrew King is ordained by the will of Allah and in him I trust
Not by his will to fall into temptation of mental lust
My value is worth far more the silver, titanium, and from the minerals embedded in Mother Earth, the natural elements of gold
I am rejoice found in the heart that moves your melanin soul
What good is a man who has one eye, two ears to hear his own boisterous dialect, and one mouth to speak when in doubt
His temple has two doors, and upon my wings, not the passage to allow an escape to a darken abyss, leading him farther South
There is accountability, my Hebrew King to shadow my French Haitian Creole lineage Crown
Not found in the benediction of your ancient parchment who feet are still rooted on shaky ground
Man cannot live by bread alone
His principles of self, his passion for humanity is the foundation where his mind must elevate to atone
The sound of thunder, the soothing rain I have heard in the quietude of the blessed Yoruba Gods
Show me your seven wonders, tell me the secrets of your Hebrew spirit, then unto mankind, your deeds as you stretch over troubled waters to calm its depth within the power of your sacred Rod
There are such beautiful incantations and powers in inscribed words
I bow to Mother Nature as a Dove looking for higher ground, over the rainbows I fly even higher as an ordained bird
I see you, do you see thyself
I am the Queendom of my fate, and my Orb unto me among any King, I do not settle for anything less
You have fallen from the sky and lost the rights of your sword landing in the palms of spiritual hands
Seeking a purpose, you have forsaken your fortitude few could understand
Rest your vessel, as you praise your pilgrimage, it is your right of passage, one day I hope with your embracing heart you will demand
The winds will bow unto you, as your whispers command
I stand by the convections of a preordained earthly King
Blowing you back up to the skies, as clear as infinity’s rings
In my mission unto earth, and his crown, destiny is the bible, let the pages of its Psalms sing
“It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God”
I am before, the after, where two souls shall meet in the middle
Shh.. close your eye, find the meaning to the other, inhale, exhale, release, there you will find your purpose, my love, it’s that simple
I am the Hebrew mother of all creation
The first teacher unto man instilling all his divine equations
To bear his seed the giver of life
From the blessed womb man cometh forth, never to place upon a King's Crown cosmic strife
May you find the wholesome of your image made in the mold of the Creator’s hand
And allow that pineal gland, the gateway to your third eye to always give you purpose as a soulful man
Copyright©SKC-2023
Raise the conscious level, it’s still grounded, push the limits, my throne will tell you how far
I do not solicit the pulsations of my Chi, my star dust softly floats from Jupiter after it has been tenderly kissed upon Mars
A Hebrew King is ordained by the will of Allah and in him I trust
Not by his will to fall into temptation of mental lust
My value is worth far more the silver, titanium, and from the minerals embedded in Mother Earth, the natural elements of gold
I am rejoice found in the heart that moves your melanin soul
What good is a man who has one eye, two ears to hear his own boisterous dialect, and one mouth to speak when in doubt
His temple has two doors, and upon my wings, not the passage to allow an escape to a darken abyss, leading him farther South
There is accountability, my Hebrew King to shadow my French Haitian Creole lineage Crown
Not found in the benediction of your ancient parchment who feet are still rooted on shaky ground
Man cannot live by bread alone
His principles of self, his passion for humanity is the foundation where his mind must elevate to atone
The sound of thunder, the soothing rain I have heard in the quietude of the blessed Yoruba Gods
Show me your seven wonders, tell me the secrets of your Hebrew spirit, then unto mankind, your deeds as you stretch over troubled waters to calm its depth within the power of your sacred Rod
There are such beautiful incantations and powers in inscribed words
I bow to Mother Nature as a Dove looking for higher ground, over the rainbows I fly even higher as an ordained bird
I see you, do you see thyself
I am the Queendom of my fate, and my Orb unto me among any King, I do not settle for anything less
You have fallen from the sky and lost the rights of your sword landing in the palms of spiritual hands
Seeking a purpose, you have forsaken your fortitude few could understand
Rest your vessel, as you praise your pilgrimage, it is your right of passage, one day I hope with your embracing heart you will demand
The winds will bow unto you, as your whispers command
I stand by the convections of a preordained earthly King
Blowing you back up to the skies, as clear as infinity’s rings
In my mission unto earth, and his crown, destiny is the bible, let the pages of its Psalms sing
“It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God”
I am before, the after, where two souls shall meet in the middle
Shh.. close your eye, find the meaning to the other, inhale, exhale, release, there you will find your purpose, my love, it’s that simple
I am the Hebrew mother of all creation
The first teacher unto man instilling all his divine equations
To bear his seed the giver of life
From the blessed womb man cometh forth, never to place upon a King's Crown cosmic strife
May you find the wholesome of your image made in the mold of the Creator’s hand
And allow that pineal gland, the gateway to your third eye to always give you purpose as a soulful man
Copyright©SKC-2023
Published 21st Dec 2023
Author's Note
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
Marcel Proust
Marcel Proust
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21st Dec 2023 2:22am
21st Dec 2023 2:40am
You are so beautiful in thought, my handsome poet, and I will agree with such words of wisdom.
Thank you for taking the time to read and the encouraging accolade you have inscribe upon my canvas,
Enjoy the remainder of your Wednesday evening as I wish you an uplifting and fantastic Thursday.
Thank you for taking the time to read and the encouraging accolade you have inscribe upon my canvas,
Enjoy the remainder of your Wednesday evening as I wish you an uplifting and fantastic Thursday.
23rd Dec 2023 11:00am
21st Dec 2023 2:59am
Your worth cannot be valued. And not be measured by time, my Queen you are truly divine. You are the treasure of eternity, and words will always fall short at your throne. I cannot measure my worth. So we will meet equally in spirit and flesh. I love this piece my love, your inspiration is divine.
22nd Dec 2023 00:12am
