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 

Where 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 determination 

That stimulated the spirits

By numbing the soul

A drift I am casted

Lost without any sense of direction 

And yet my direction is clear

It is not where I am

But I am destined to be

Greatness!