Prayers
Before the creator I come With a soothe mind So that my conflicting spirit My become interwined fluidly with the universe In order for my soul to reach... A devine state of consciousness Heeding the winds conversates with the flesh Through the gentlest breeze As the the silence speaks volumes Replenishing the very thing from which it connects... The soul After so many moons The nineth eye suffers from deviation Struggling with terminology Understandings long lost to faded comprehension Pressured with burdens Tripping with guilt long after the fall Too weakened to lift Without realizing how short of a climb An patience that shortens expectancy Contrary to popular belief Thieves don't come just at night The shook your hand And with kindness sold life In front of yes Sir and Yes Ma'am Said my reward was in heaven After toiling all my life Kneeling upon the soil I've cried My faith My faith was eulogized Long before the plague that confiscated...