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ONE RARE AFRICAN PROPHET ADORED AT HOME
BRIGHTLY OUTSHINING DARK FORCES THAT ABHORED BLACK THRONES.

ENVISIONING A STATE OF A PEOPLE LIVING IN PEACE
CHARGED WITH UBUNTU SPIRIT THAT HAS DEATH DECEASED.

THE RENAISSANCE ENERGY WILL NEVER BE DESTROYED
FOR MANY TIMES TO COME ITS FRUITS WILL FOREVER BE ENJOYED.

YOU ARE THE GREAT SUN THAT SHINES UNSEEN
NEVER SEEKING ADULATION BUT GIVING LIFE TO BEINGS.

THROUGH YOUR THOUGHTFULNESS A LIFE REALITY OF AFRO-OPTIMISM MANIFESTED
A STATE OF HOPE, FLOURISHING THROUGH HARDSHIPS THAT MANY TESTED.

WE WONT, NOW THAT THE TIDE IS TURNING, REST ON OUR LAURELS
A PEN IS MIGHTIER, USING OUR MINDS INSTEAD OF THE BARRELS.

I WONT BE AT PEACE AND FREE UNTILL MY NEIGHBOUR IS
A SIMPLE SPIRITUAL LAW MASTERED BY GAME IN THE WILDERNESS.

YOU ARE A RENAISSANCE MAN, A TRUE SON OF THE SOIL
PLACING PEOPLE FIRST, REACHING FOR LAST STRENGTH WHEN RUNNING YOUR TOILS

FOCUSED AS A LIGHT BEAM ON A BRIGHTER TOMORROW WITH EYES OF PAIN
A TIME DISCIPLE KNOWS THAT SURELY THE SUN SETS BUT ONLY TO RISE AGAIN!

LeaderSHEp

I had a soulful home cooked warm meal tonight
More than a belly filler but an energy source that gets me through life
Love, that supreme universal force pulling me towards myself
The light of the world personified in her holistic health

To my awareness we had nothing to eat before going to bed
From my nap I got awoken by aromas sparking light in my head
She shot my heart with a placid smile, "good evening honey"
Gave what I received. she leads, nurtures and creates all for me

Magnification and reflection of all that's granted to her
Transcends the total circumstance that life conferred
Speaks reality into existence with consistent cadence
Anointed immamence brilliance whence it's permeanance

From birth to dearth I have been guided by her spirit
I adore and worship her love that makes me fearless
I have awaken and sprung into awareness  from the dead
I never lead. she IS the light, life and body of the godhead!

Color me woman

In the beginning i was man
Rigid in form, insipid and stagnant

The creative spirit dreaded this life lackluster
It commanded the earths to form a greener pasture

The heavens opened up to wetten fertile grounds
Lightning struck, skies lit up and filled with lively sounds

I witnessed a rainbow when colors emerged
Grey skies gone, a new dawn for mother earth

... And then there was woman
life spark from my mundane program

Humanity is indebted to the spirit of femininity
We beg forgiveness and intervention of divinity

She makes provisions of love, care, peace and happiness
She Keeps giving without receiving, such immanence!

She copiously pours herself out for the world to quench
She rejuvenates them yet she is condemned as the vanquished

Smiles her troubles away for she knows her value and self worth
Warmly embraces pain and suffering to heal the hurt

She is the embodiment of the Supreme spiritual laws
I am unworthy of her presence with my physical flaws

I will remain incomplete until we are in yoke
My open heart was naive and gullible until my mind awoke

Color me woman because i am as i was in the beginning
I am the fluid creative spirit of this Aquarius Era that's burgeoning!

14/20.05.18, 00:30.

Fictional realism.

Up at night, reading her profound thoughts she impressed some time ago

She is a beautiful thinker, easy and effortless. I wonder if she knows how beautiful she is.

I know she doubts her talents. I don't even know how she let me into her universe.
A moth to a flame, I'm just dancing around her fire. It sizzles. Never burnt. So I learnt. Timid to engage her passion, for it might fizzle.

The pain she expresses is a mask for joy that's yearning to be uncovered. She feels dead when she is so alive, says pain has numbed her. Immune to hurt. Desensitized to heartbreak. Potential beauty untapped. How could I spark her to self? Her mind overwhelms me. Lost, she's flame. I'm just a moth.

They say women who live in their heads, have an unoccupied heart for a big man to fill up. I feel small. Does she even notice my existence?

She is too good for this pretentious world. So she plays small to fit in. A goddess that assimilated pain so she can relate to mere mortal souls . The beauty that feigned ugliness.

I don't even write like this, I read her mind. Up late nights. Characters in her pages. Figment of my imagination?

No reason

A fish never attempts but swims

So does the bird fly

One learning from mistakes wins

Going beyond the word try

All the science forming a rose petal

From blind faith

Gentleness that heals the mental

With Sublime fate

Ineffable laughter triggered by silliness

But forever true

Is this what love really is

I never knew

Godevil.

To live  a life on the contours of insanity and death,
One split microsecond thought-fault  then you're condemned
Into an endless vortex abyss of mind dearth
Where light knowledge is the only hope for the damned

To be still amidst a violent nature of the world and life
Is to be a brilliant star at the darkest hour of the night
When the human soul is tempted by unspeakable strife
It has no other way but to be ordered by what is right

I sensed an omnipresent spirit being one with what I am
It imbued prescience of not being hateful nor  fearful
For the dark light feeds on your soul when it's consumed by mayhem
Before awareness, it were the great force that steered you)

All that there is, was and always will be
No mortal being has perceived the back of the moon
Making peace with both light and dark is to be truly free
I Am that I Am 'til reunion with my maker, a moment soon