He's The Remnants Of Thoth Wrapped In The Emerald Tablets

The essence of one’s soul is to always strive with merit to reach for that beautiful ascending light              
Even when hope, dreams, and aspirations seem far, sometime out of sight              
The femininity of my core      
The masculinity of his truth      
Propels the rivers running smoothly and wide              
From the mind, from the heart, translation of time has always been found in the cradle of a woman’s womb              
The darkest passage once birthed, the theology, the ideology, and the universal language of culture mixology bitterly consumes              
Yes, among the stars, the Sun still travels far, resting on Saturn, my heart on Mars              
Completion under the sanctuary of blessings, within the nature of is philosophy, wicked tongues speak forth rancorous myths              
     
Always with a flashing dim light to shine on the truth carried away by the winds drift                     
The true of the matters is, we were already told those bicentennial lies              
A man discovered America that was already here, after the remnants of rained showered from the skies              
The earth rotates upon its axis              
From the Heavens to the Earth, to Sea, the trinity of God’s divine              
Atral voices of discord whispering loudly heard throughout              
Mass shooting, suicides, keep death expensive for that pine box when fate and the wrong destiny collide              
Save your tears and your fears for the realization of famine, refugee concentration camps that permeates the land              
              
Brother against brother, disunity no matter where the aura stand              
Sitting against an Oak tree and closed my eyes, resting in the sun for a while                  
My mind drifted as I got lost in my mere thoughts                  
I heard the rushing water from the flow of the Nile                  
I inhaled the air as I slowly exhaled                  
Ancient stories the terrain will never tell                  
                  
I saw weeping willows swaying in the breeze                  
Magnolia trees and ginger vines telling of sacred mysteries                  
Calling for me to come to listen to the parentage of its history                  
Hoofs of thunder galloping on the soil to the riding sun                  
In the Motherland, colors were fused as one  
A mighty Lion sat on his throne, in his attendance  
He had me to close my eyes and made me feel the worth of his Kingdom                 
                  
The serendipity our dialects blended so beautifully                  
Money was not the root of all evil, morality surrendered of heart, mind, body and soul, as far as the eyes can see                  
I felt the cool refreshing water trickling down my face                  
No chemical pollutants or manmade elements that makes H2O unsafe to consume, and unhealthy in the taste                  
I heard voices, I sensed people stirring                  
Opened my eyes rapid gun fire occurring                  
                  
Men upon the sacred throne of mammals riding past me before sundown                  
Riding elephants to their death, their tusk taken after shots fired all around                
Their ivory gold to sell removed without sound                  
No one cared if I was present, or begot                                                                    
Blood tied to a land like a Gordian knot        
     
He is the Moor upon his seed made in Allah's image      
Intellectual by the rite of Heavenly passage, never unto his mind to become, hellish thwarted, or wickedly diminished      
Not by the eyes of the beast, legs open, begging for a fallen feast      
Riding of the Pale Horse that gallops in the devouring of one's soul, soaked in the stench of begotten skin      
From two nations that brought us freedom and the mark of its tarnished sin      
He who knows the worth of his sacred temple within the blending of a Hebrews Queen's Chi      
Have already been blessed by the vows ordained by the skies      
"As above, so below"      
No matter the foul of the Dragon whichever way its fire may blow      
Into the water baptism and that is written upon the sacred scrolls to be blessed unto as it is bestowed      
     
Shalom