A Soft Whisper To The Wind

In my pilgrimage as caged minds unfurl        
Upright in peace crucified of its lashing words            
My ancestral rite of passage I crossed over to gain wisdom found not          
of this time          
Spoken to the earth of whispered sacred benedictions of the sublime          
Hearts dancing in rejoice to have the sanction of Creole dialect          
wisdom of the wise          
To give unto ancient sovereign, my King, this woman’s worth entwined          
of universal beliefs from sundown to sunrise        
   
Preordained upon conception of birth, to be his help meet    
Sultriness in the touch, swords lifted to fool the enemy upon the greet        
The Queen to stand by his side, curtsey in the midst of storms          
Uplift his temple, to keep him upright on his feet, his sheets warm              
Divinity in the sound of his persona, the strength to uphold the          
royal lineage of God’s man          
His voice to soothe, coax when locked minds are in quietude          
Soothing sensations to harvest my land          
Intellectual in mutuality, where we lay, stand          
        
In the beauty of universal sorrow allow the strength of a woman’s tears to softly flow          
Her femininity to bend in truth, sway in wisdom depending on the way the wind blows          
When hearts and minds cannot attune to each other’s pulsating sound          
Strength, compassion, radiating from the crest of my crown          
Tribunal of honor as man takes a kneel          
For the love of himself, her, his oath given unto others, keeps those seven seals concealed            
Biblical in the dialect his speech          
When hearts aflame, his words can cross vast seas, air, untilled terrain          
Intellectual Holy Oil once temples reached          
To the glory of his wool mane, every strand, to sustain in strife from          
systematic pelting rain          
Bathing his weary conscious, the morality of his integrity concealing his pain          
Stone rolled back, let the vows of kindness be from the mirrored cross he bears to command          
   
My Ankh, my moon unto mercy when my light is obscured in dark          
What is first, shall be last, shall reign again, the letters of          
Egypt written as a beautiful work of art          
In life it is better to have lineage as you guide, it shall always be, show the divine gifts of your generational pride          
Phantom wishes, dualities of the mind when blasphemy backsides          
Who is found to be masked in the morning as the bird larks          
Mutters of discord has already lost his way in the dark          
        
Console my Chi Mother Earth          
Encased me, I cometh from the passage of darkness with knowledge as the          
beginning of my creation          
Sustain my womanly worth          
To my womb great nations shall come forth to uphold old nations,          
giving it a prosperous rebirth    
Pillars of strength in the pedigree from the willowing strands of my hair                
Unchangeable from West Africa my spirit roams to the tree of life in Proverbs                
sanctified whispers in the wind, embedded of greatness in the soils of, Kenya, Tanzania, and Zaire          
   
My third eye to see the incoming destruction, carnage, acropolis,          
Armageddon’s doom          
Last voice blessed to inhale Psalms 23 exhaled in the balance of          
life and death dust to dust, the spirit, universal slowly consumes              
Life has passed one second and not a minute past too soon          
Resurrection by the stripes He felt          
Epigrams of theology words, we carry once knelt    
The voyages in our past we have beautifully sojourned    
Lifetimes, dimensions, in the discovery once again blending, the past, presence, the future, we learn    
   
   
“Assalamu Alaikum”