Hearts of man

Hearts of man

For eternity I will mend the hearts of man… this is our stance… frozen in frost, condition and decayed from mistrust… leading we into the cage of our betrayal… our tongues forget of this tale… three rips of hearts… trinity! Our own duality of our former selves…

I will continually breathe life’s rhythm and stamina into you… The will of kings that stem from we… as the Pharaoh I stand… the hearts of man beats with betrayal… loyalty diminish! I will bring forth that moment… breathe bravery into the edge of your insanity.

Moorish men stand! Give me more men… branch out our dignity, strip away our pride… close your eyes men… this night shall pass! Raise your head brothers… this propaganda of a society is precondition… awaken yourself!

I understand your heart let this world remold under our control… children, mothers and fathers… honor each other, protect one another. I am your brother! I will give my life onto you, deliver it to you and trust that you will protect you.

I forgive you for all your misdeeds… trust me! But humanity as we stand… kings and Pharaohs we are men… stand before me, you stand before you! Stand before me and your standing for yourself… we Moorish men… give me more men, amen!

Raise your state of self above the skies… the stars and nights… while it falls under your control, halo! I see them far below… No longer will I betray… I will protect, back to back shield to shield… I will melt that frozen heart and revitalize you… you will breathe again, live again!

We Pharaohs will stand again… among this great chamber of a throne… against these great pillars, against Babylon, we rise… from the east, from the south and from the north and further east… Breathe these ocean waves as it reemerges us… and mend our hearts into one beating heart! I will make whole again the heart of man… for the heart of man beats in me!       

Time & space

Time & space

I learn how to walk… I learn how to eat… space and time so that we can meet! I learn how to swallow and gulp those memories so that I can relive them inside of you… I walk the bridges of cemeteries so that I can close the gap between our histories.

I hold you close to my heart, so that you can always reach me! I know that everything that is now will be yours and will be mine… I can’t forget about today because I’m creating it as you follow me.

Cradle me in your arms and I will allow my love to cradle you all along… You see, because… I learn to eat time and space so that we can meet… I mean I grew strong with patience and understanding!

I always wanted to make you happy… I smile in your face and the moments we had… we carried baseball bats, flew kites and just remembered the wild nights… I just wanted you to know that, “lying next to you and waking up next to you” is one among my infinite memories that I cannot forget, nor release!

So please teach me how to give birth to the love that I have forgotten… teach me how to give birth to my pain… teach me how to eat your memories and I’ll teach you how to eat my moments, and sprinkle them with stardust because the romance that cradle in time and space lingers in my mouth & drench my tongue and fulfilled my entire essence…

It brought me to a stop of red and green lights… joy and love the building of skyscrapers… I built sketches with the skies… cast aside… I just want you to know that I love it when we are outside… catch that outside and you have me forever, just remember me… I will always relive you… because I need to find you… reach every square corner of life because I need to find you… you see! These memories… needs you… so I swallow time and space to meet you.

Tried

                                                                            
                                                                Tried

The same things that break my heart…are the same things that make me smile… The same things that create my tears… are the same things that mend my heart… the world goes on and the story ends.

Cover me with golden dust and rip out my diamond thoughts… I arose from the frost… it was cold when you spoke! This road, this path are the same thing…I was rewarded with resembling of things that mend my broken heart…

You see! They live in between multiple moments but yet they resemble my very home, the same as you’re very own; my broken heart of a home… but yet it mends and my smile rename the moment because I have always tried.

Position Queen & Tried

Position Queen

The utmost powerful position proclaimed to my Queen is specifically aligned with me! Firmly, yet gently… she stands three steps behind me and hold her stance firmly… to the left of me! She perceives what I cannot... while standing bold and brave from behind my shadows.

She counters any attacks before they breach or reach me… She’s firm in her beliefs, she can see far from the east and equally from the west… her penetration expand her concentration to the north and further south… four pillars underneath her cathedral! She perform with three… as they protects me and use the other to defend me.  

Three steps wide is my stance! I protect this king with the gestures of my hands. I acknowledge your stance my queen… elegantly you dance in beauty of my protection as I stand resembling Poseidon with his trident at the helm… I am your king! You are of me… a reflection of my greatness… constantly reminding me… strengthening me… assume the position!

Tried

The same things that break my heart…are the same things that make me smile… The same things that create my tears… are the same things that mend my heart… the world goes on and the story ends.

Cover me with golden dust and rip out my diamond thoughts… I arose from the frost… it was cold when you spoke! This road, this path are the same thing…I was rewarded with resembling of things that mend my broken heart…

You see! They live in between multiple moments but yet they resemble my very home, the same as you’re very own; my broken heart of a home… but yet it mends and my smile rename the moment because I have always tried.

Bare me

Bare me

Haste in my walk, pace in my presence, urgency in my run… my takeoff is abrupt…

My hair is wild like wool floating rage-fully in the wind.

My fascination is griping… appall and at awe. I urge you to bare me, hold me, and carry me for I am the one who helps create your world, your reality.

To hold tightly is to worry no more as long as this, “Here and now is captured” the string of this harp will scream songs of your beating heart that cast a melody of hope... I was born for this purpose.

It begins

Many Faces

Many Faces

You are a woman with many faces, and I’m a man with many eyes’ only to reveal your many faces to the light “meaning that I see through your deceitful words and jesters”. Your manipulations have neither boundaries nor mercy. 

You are your very own infection inherited by the one who spawn you on to this world. In the eyes of God time stand still therefore making your life and the way you choose to live it nothing but a portrait for “He” to view. 

I may not have the abilities or the wisdom to judge your portrait, but from my perspective views it’s nothing less than a broken mirror! A Replica of your mothers distorted portrait of your upbringing “meaning your youth, and hers.” You are not a mother with wisdom! You are a dictator and your feeble words of insults are your weapons of choice that you have chosen to try to cripple your daughter’s psychological process of how they view life… you’re not a mother! 

You’re just a broken mirror of your mother; trying to pass along your broken goods onto her and your other children. It may be too late to mend your reflection, but not for her or her, nor him. She will be the one who leads their hearts to the possibilities that life has to offer without the negativity's that you tend to reflect upon them.  

With all the faces that you bare, can you guess which one of my eyes are gazing through your defenses? “The answer is that you can’t!” because you have too many. I look down upon you with a condescending gaze, because I am not of you nor am I like you. 

Your words mean nothing to me, nor will it ever! You will try to respond back to this e-mail in the hopes that I will read your meaningless psychology of how you feel and so on, but it will simply get deleted along with all the other trash that I receive on a day by day basis. 

You may try to speak to her, but you may want to think about it twice because you wouldn’t want to come off as contradicting to her, now would you? Making statement such as “don’t call me anymore, or don’t talk to me anymore” I mean a real woman say what they mean, and mean what they say! But then again you’re not a real women or a mother at that.

P.S

This is a quote that someone once said “Don’t blame anyone else but yourself when she gets older and learns to resent you for what you allowed to happen to her.” You need to take your own advice!

  “You make me sick to my stomach.  I did not raise dogs, but somehow I have a daughter who acts like one.” This is how your mother feels towards you! So just deal with it…. You know what! I think you should “GROW UP and be your OWN WOMAN.  Stop letting these him think for you” It’s like you said “what lies in the dark will come to light and it won't be through me, it will be from YOUR own daughter” You know! The way your mother did to her mother and you have done to your own.