Language Love.

Believe in the ability of language to heal. Let these butterfly and love-laced words infuse your Spirit with the joy from the Cosmas: the feminine genius of consciousness. Ascend.

Monday, March 19, 2012

The One(s)....

Here we go
Another day of the bullshit, my nation so gone
Forced to spit pulpit...
At this moment, in this hour
I roll plenty of sour....
Temptation devour

But we still lift our hands to pray,
Look to the sun for motivation.
Sow seeds and blow trees for inspiration
Deep in lovelaces, mind penetration
Kush kisses from a Goddess put u under the sedation

My melanin magicians, fear not what's hidden from books of his-story
Miseducated fools is where he prides his glory
In a ever burning torch, get crossed not by the fire
Our blackness, dwelling in Babylon's blind desire

Souls tired...running the rat races of wicked society
Black honey dripping, from our mind's entirety
For you (Jah) inspire me, reasons to be my Higher Self
Of struggle, of strife, of thrones, of wealth
Of natty dreadlocs, of untold stories of youth
Of ancestry, combative, volatile with the truth
My sky painted blue, or red with pregnant possibility
Giving birth to church, the lynchings & black hostility

Black probability, scientists, mathematicians
Natural mystic all around you, attuned ones listen
Gold tones glisten, melanin kisses by the Sun
Nation of Supreme Rulers, but this Queen is The One.......