Kneeling In Faith

Come, kneel, and pray with me, my Hebrew King    
Let my thoughts guide you in a land of Illusions and dreams    
As the sovereign graces on its knees    
Once standing, its alliance is mightier than the roaring Seas    
Trees that sway and bend in the wind just to give you the universal sacred keys    
   
Yes, we are in the Book Of Revelations, the days of wicked thunder    
We sit in our congregational seats on Sunday, hoping for redemption through our sins and the immorality of our flesh will soon asunder    
Breathlessly awaiting the cosmic explosion of rendering the temples of Mt Zion to Mt. Mount Olympus        
The expressions of my scrolls are told upon King’s sacred wish    
The truth in the softness of my kiss        
Wandering words sailing to the Queens of Egypt in the Nile their bodies dipped        
Queen Hatshepsut, thoughts of history I placed upon the whispers of her mind        
To search the river to draw out the baby of divine        
          
Champions of war for a touch of my imperial skin        
Documented in your heart as I compose the origin of the universal’s sin        
What good deed is found in man whose faith has turned to dust, his demeanor stone cold        
The rewards of his tilled land with debauchery guiding his barren soul        
Wisdom and knowledge are sacrosanct then silver and gold        
          
The muse of your biblical annotations        
Upon earth, embedded on tombs in Cairo my alluring incantations        
Mystic poetry inscribing upon centuries, from the beginning of time        
From the Anunnaki to the Nephilim to the clock stealing from the Aztec God’s moon calendar’s shine        
          
My beguiling decrees upon the bruise of the feet to the crown of heads, my Heavenly hymns have enamored them all        
The awareness resonating of the Roman Empire fall        
The measure of moments to give the perceptions to the intellects to erect the Tower of Pisa, that stands so tall        
Who dare make bricks using straw clay        
Echoing on the winds, telling the enslaved Israelites your time will come one day    
So many doctrines pacifying the hearts with talks of anarchy, bedlam, and civil unrest    
How much time do we have to seek peace before life takes our final breath    
Must we continue to pass the embossing of our soul to the next generation    
Soul have migrated in Heaven through the rite of passage from the womb, now here among debauchery and deprivation    
          
Fragranced Jezebels laying in nudity, waiting in heat        
Enticing dialects of immorality, unfamiliarity when tongues of enticement speaks          
From the serpent’s tail slivering into Eve in the Garden of Eden we have perceived      
A muse of doctrine the discernment of the Holy Oil to the Roman Parchments for eyes to conceive    
   
In the pews while you are speaking earnestly to your understanding from the start        
Giving you the master thesis to gather souls together before this creation they depart        
The words of faith, peace, love it’s a work of this Muse’s heart        
Listen keenly when there seems like no hope        
My soft whisper of sacred poetry, allow my words to you to float        
Divine peace is found within the tabernacle of you        
May my murmurs to your philosophical consciousness, and compassion always be your spiritual food        
     
   
Okay, since I have been in good faith with you, by your definition, you can feed this brotha some grapes    
How about after you finish reading the poem, Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou to me, your baritone voice sounds so caressing, my King when you read poetry to me.    
   
Then I would give the beautiful woman as she wish    
   
   
Phenomenal Woman    
BY MAYA ANGELOU    
   
I know the name of the poem just read it to me, my love    
I suppose you want me to look into your hazel eyes and kiss your hand before I begin    
You did the last time, and that was a Langston Hughes poem you serenade me with, now read    
Women... okay, here it goes    
   
   
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies    
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size      
But when I start to tell them    
They think I’m telling lies    
I say    
It’s in the reach of my arms    
The span of my hips    
The stride of my step      
The curl of my lips      
I’m a woman    
Phenomenally    
Phenomenal woman,    
That’s me    
   
I walk into a room    
Just as cool as you please    
And to a man    
The fellows stand or    
Fall down on their knees      
Then they swarm around me    
A hive of honey bees      
I say    
It’s the fire in my eyes      
And the flash of my teeth    
The swing in my waist      
And the joy in my feet    
I’m a woman    
Phenomenally    
   
Phenomenal woman,    
That’s me    
   
Men themselves have wondered      
What they see in me    
They try so much    
But they can’t touch    
My inner mystery    
When I try to show them      
They say they still can’t see      
I say    
It’s in the arch of my back      
The sun of my smile    
The ride of my breasts    
The grace of my style    
I’m a woman    
Phenomenally    
Phenomenal woman,    
That’s me    
   
Now you understand    
Just why my head’s not bowed    
I don’t shout or jump about    
Or have to talk real loud      
When you see me passing    
It ought to make you proud    
I say    
It’s in the click of my heels    
The bend of my hair,      
the palm of my hand    
The need for my care    
’Cause I’m a woman    
Phenomenally    
Phenomenal woman,    
That’s me    
   
Thank you, my love that sounded so vibrational to the inner core of my soft being    
Enough of that... grapes.. now woman.