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Nativity

Soft pieces of my divine energy I commence to the wind � �
The trees sway and bow as I pass, unto me they tenderly bend � �
They tell me stories the common man could never hear � �
My footsteps on the soil of Mother Earth, humanity should never fear � �
I am there, everywhere, in my words, my passion to live you will always hear � �
The Summer Sun � �
I am the universe unto her I am one � �
From my bone marrow, kissed and blessed by and by � �
I stand with you, for you, but never boisterous unto my Creator to officate myths to fabricat mistruths where my truths will ever stand as lies � �
And I tell you why � �
In my mind my free spirit runs, off the ground, unto Heaven, my soul flies � �
As I come to read the sepia pages of lost time and the wisdom it provides � �
May the serenity of the knowledge it ensues soothe my intellect as it coats as given from the skies � �
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Give me liberty from the chaos found in death where awaited souls are 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, will time ever mend � � � � � � �
Bloody gashes, reminisce, raised voices for unforgiven reparations, I have come to defend � � � � � �
Emancipation by the signature of apartheid, here on display to commend � � � � � �
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I am the femininity of my Hebrew ancestors who in spiritual revolt to have given birth to the passage of my lineage � � � � � � �
The war to stand in equality 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 � � � � � �
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Tell me you are beyond earth with spheres of foretold � � � � � �
In death, has the path of Heaven 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, the Book Of Revelations scarred upon your back, humanity in silence asking 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 civilizations' daydreams � � � � � �
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The book of me, myself, bowing to the wonders of the pineal gland, my third (I) � �
The utopia of grace from the Sea, Earth and the sacred cove found in the Sky � �
In the salutation of benediction to the constellations � �
Deaf ears rings not of divine adaptations � �
Blind eyes in harmony where voices fear to sing � �
Bow unto the winds, in the coldest of times � �
What good to remain in the dark, when footsteps to reach greater good do not chime � �
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In the view of surmise the Dove shall seek to find � �
New ground to give weary wings thy rest � �
Soulful rejoicing unto me, my soul, my heart, my mind, a love affair with Heaven's scrolls at best � �
I have coveted the Rainbows, the Stars, the Moon, the Sea in and out my lifetime � �
The King, The Dukes, and Earls as the softest apple of their eye � �
What good is a man's virility, who loves the world but forgets the shadows of his own soul � �
Whispering falsehood as the cold winter breeze blows � �
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How verily unto two nations of thy brothern spiritually rise than fall � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
The insights of the Quran foretold of death, destruction, identities to become the catalyst that rules the psychic within us all � � � � � � � � � � � � �
In the beginning of time souls that gave us the root of Heaven and Hell � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
The nucleus of your chromosomes, your DNA, from that moment of conception what you believe in or not, time will tell � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
The mark of the beast is the product from what it reaps � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
Holy temples, shines of faith, giving regards to pleasuring the hearts, the minds, and the spirit as our souls seek internal peace � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
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Hold out your hand, close your eyes, and allow the love of self and others to climb inside � �
Nurture it well so it will always reside � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
In the defense of self, who dims their morality when stones, beautiful, crystals, and gems tenderly collide � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
The darkness always drinks from a fountain of cruelty, dishonor, and disunity walks on both sides � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
Its slithering low vibrations will sit back and in the presence of innocence, envy partakes in its feat � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
Money, good lucks, fortune and fame can never take the place when intellects tip the balance of fate past ninety degrees � �
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To the East I kneel in the beautiful reminisce � �
To the West to have softy placed my sacred kiss � �
To the North, as I faithfully stand � �
To the South, as I soar to higher land � �
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