The Cradle Of The Clouds (The Deep Call)

Planet Earth 2024  
Whispers of fourscore  
Over the horizon deafening me as they wash upon the sandy seashores    
    
As I close my eyes, I hear the echoes of my home calling out for me  
Where chaos, hatred, envy does not define our creed  
From the clouds, I must descend through the portal of time  
Those third eye dimensions where I can fly high above the sky, unto the oceans I cannot hide  
Awaiting my throne, the merit I give of my worth  
Heaven, Earth, the Ocean is calling for my rebirth  
Among the clouds floating as pure energy  
The chains upon my bosom, famished for my home in the deep sea  
Aquatic Sires of grandeur who bow upon my grace  
A sovereign I walk upon vast lands, time is dwindling in its cosmic pace  
 
Submerging against the race of time  
Where time for me spiritually rewinds  
Sinking  
 
 
Somewhere Below The Sea Level              
Waterloo Kingdom      
 
As the King of his monarch      
You will respect your sequestering and my loyal subjects,  
You are teasing my Knights with tongues that have been parched      
I knew when I glanced deep into your eyes      
The mysteries of the deep your mouth speaks,      
Spiritual artifacts allocated from the mind that radiates from a realm before time    
You soft skin, I inhale like morning dew right before the rays of a sunrise      
    
I am a Queen unto a noble King of old      
It was sanctioned by the divine many moons ago      
He is the embodiment of my shadow he succors my energy it was foretold      
As the oceans, rivers, brooks, as the streams steadily flows      
We blend beyond the stars, the moon, the footprints our penumbra is ordained from the skies as aura consoles     
A universal meaning of our hieroglyphs inscribed in the sub-dermal of our lineage      
As answers given to the riddles of your whys      
This Fifth Dimension Queen make miracles rain      
My King, the sizzler and the inferno dancing in the flickering flames      
Moon to Sun      
Ying and Yang      
Loyalty with my last breath      
Avenge the honor until thy death      
    
Then where is the epitome of this absent King who makes the beautiful fair maiden’s heart melt      
You fate is in the Waterloo, and my ruling is oath, no matter the outcome, it will be swiftly dealt      
He caressed my cheek, you are very intriguing, capturing my eyes, and this King has never breathed in the soft confinements of a woman, infusing my emotions in her persona. He loosened the imprisoned of my wrists      
The King’s voice dropped to whisper, to make me feel what has never been felt        
My King knows the compass of the stars      
The rain, the winds, he obits the constellation    
I am his Venus, and the echoes resonates past Orion Belt, as he serenades me from Mars      
Does the King not have a name for my lips to confess      
And he was so handsome, someone you want to undress      
    
I am, King Safon, the ruler of this underworld      
    
If you must know, King Safon      
Repeat my name once again, how she stated turned him on    
King Safon, Mother Natural’s wraith, is now upon the land it is written upon Psalms       
The deterioration chemicals, manmade toxins it sinks      
If only your colonization would only think      
The water that circulates must be put to lips to drink          
In the deep you cannot become a causality with the devilish inventions of man      
Blinding his own plight of wars, famine, whore monger ideology not to understand        
My Queen, no matter where your feet rest, this is not the salvation unto the sea by the Creators’ hand      
    
A regal fair maiden with lust in her eyes within my Kingdom      
I demand to know what are your intentions and where do you come from      
You have my royal subjects howling for you in the deep      
I will never allow a mermaid or a becoming Queen to alter my ecological creed      
Yet, no King has claimed your existence, if not, there will come a time      
He tightened his hold on my hands      
When my fingers will move beyond the creases of your inner thighs            
This King shall wait with much anticipate    
Sealed by the insignia of my fate    
    
My Loyal Knight, see to it the fair maiden, the Queen gets a seat at my table  
On the winds unto her Earth, lips touched of honey  
Unto mine, here in the Waterloo, I prefer your sable skin, and the taste of your maple  
The next time you come through that portal, your Crown will topple your head  
From there, passion found in my bed  
 
 
Hitting my snooze bottom, wow what a dream  
My bed, wet once again, what is going on here, for all that it may seem