In And Out Of Time

My love, I was the silken passage of Utopia upon a Nirvanas’ wish, I laid upon your royal silken sheet as I softly consoled    
In and out of time as my mystique patrolled    
We will always be a rebirthed mystical story    
The temple of Ying of Yang, the rain and storms to withstand the pangs, our voices above the clouds, blood sealed upon consecrated scrolls, tells of its glory      
    
As I cup your handsome Hebrew face, and you look deep into the window of my eyes    
Oh, sweet mercy, my love, you feel sooo good when I am gyrating on top of your world, and you are thrusting upward between my Creole thighs   
Let’s astral travel with the pulsates of our hearts, hand-in-hand, losing our silhouettes in the midst of the sublime      
To a divine realm before the creation of time    
    
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 my Heavenly Creator (Father), my Earthly Father (The Son), my Oceanic Sire (Holy Spirit), unto all, my love becomes as 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 officiate myths to fabricate mistruths where my truths will 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        
          
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                
              
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 for equality, justice, and shelter for woman, man, or 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                
                
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                
                
The book of me, myself, bowing to the wonders of the pineal gland, my third (i)        
The benediction 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        
          
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        
    
Well, my love that is our tale of beginning and never an ending, your heart and mine bind      
As the Sky with its beautiful gifts will always shine    
    
    
Baby, enough talking ... mmm... I have been feeling you pulsating inside me throughout this sacred zeal    
Let your loving be thy will.. yes, yes... move like that....you are such a charismatic teaser, wait... don't move..mmm... just let me feel the jerk then the release of your overspill