Glory for the Righteous

Victory for the victorious destruction for the losers, glory is for the righteous humiliation poverty and anguish to all the defeated nation and a song of sorrow where the child never  stops crying.

Under the illusions of freedom I sing my song where faith is for the faithful and the is so full for knowledge to be poured upon and we are free only on paper

Glory is for the righteous they are the victorious

While the world is in a fast lane while the man in the street is hustling the rich man is gathering his wealth setting up military camps around the world drafting the maps of the new world order and ready to pull the trigger from his weapons of mass destruction.

They keep on buying more guns more weapons and more riot gear

Patience is running out everyone can see that time is near, the masses are rising against the system of brutality

We sing Glory unto the righteous the victorious

Destruction unto the envois, the boisterous, so poisonous to all of us they are murderous in this victory of the righteous

Glory unto the Glorious

victory unto the Righteous they the glorious the victorious, the gloriouse

Free Your MInd

Born to be kings yet raised and conditioned towards self destruction

For the purpose of profit of the master, Chances are that we’ll never get experience the self for we are perpetually erasing history. All the knowledge that carries all the mysteries of who we are and why we hear is this time.

You ve got to free yourself, you’ve got to free your mind none else but you

Awu Hhe Mama Awu Hhe Mama

Rebellion of the sons is the manifestation of knowledge yet we don’t rebel to destroy but to enhance growth for the fulfilment of the responsibility. To know thy strength is from knowing thy weaknesses

You’ve got to free your mind, you’ve got to free yourself none else but you.

Awu Hhe Mama Awu Hhe Mama.

Open your heart to understanding wisdom is for those who are free within a prisoner you are under the shadow of a master who keeps on tell you that ignorance is bliss and you miss a piece in the puzzle of life, Marcus Garvey say Know thyself and you shall free your mind.   

You’ve got to free your mind you’ve got free yourself none else but you, but you.

In creation

The African skies opened up to the sun and the orange painted the seashores with sweet soothing juices from ancient incarnations perfection portrayed on a maestro’s art it is a piece of work

The sun worked the skies light projecting the past illustrating on how the presence came into being the piece came alive animated by the celestial being in order of precise movement and gesture Maat is the order.

The day smiled in unbelief beholding the shadow show put up by creation echoers of melodies lingered on in the air as the wind raps them in ecstasy renewing the songs of migration renewing the songs of migration   

The water torched my fit and I felt the baptism from above as the tide rise to my knees I was transported to where divine dwelleth in strength she commanded attention her eyes piercing my heart. She is a queen yes she is creation, the waves splashed against the rocks evoking the spirit of the sea gals to speak the language of the people and take the seeds to the faraway lands so that the tress may grow

More than I could see more than I thought I knew the moment was lie in a vision truly angels do visit the sons of man it is no miracle no magic 

Forbidden Fruit

 Quietly connecting communion in the shadow of loud opinions

Tracing my inner evolution from eons of years when I dwelleth in secret

I can only hear my inner voice whispering in massive volumes articulating my days

My history told through actions of immorality, bases of understanding the self destructed and demolished with identity demise.

On the down fall of the waterfall I descend in rapid speed not knowing what is the end when I reach the ground. Destiny divided into dreams of prosperity and destruction.

Quietly I connect and commune, daily fighting to be immune to the cold weathers and harsh viruses.

To the forces that give life to these bones I strengthen communion as i gaze upon Zion

The covenant of the prominent , faithful ones.  In a distance I see shining like sparks

The victory of conquering this flesh and world around it

Communion overcrowding 

loud opinions

Through eons of time I trace my existence

from the days I dwelleth in secret 

manifesting into things that be 

as the tears of the sun from celestial, causal to physical

in the word that created the mystical from nothingness into being oceans the winds and the trees and all that manifested upon the face of the earth.

Along the paths that connect the world like the rivers that quench our thirst

From the east moving like the sun to villages townships, ghettos and slaveships

In the footsteps of the elephant when the lion raw in the midst of Kilimanjaro within the of Biko when the panther runs and the revolutionaries gather in resistance of the bad weather

Stange enough but good enough when the volcanic fire move the ground

With the voice of thunder and the Hurricane sweeps the streets and put silence upon all science Through eons of years I trace my existence when I dwelleth in secret manifesting into things that be that live ,things and beings that breath.