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I am an echo of silent cry:

Unheard

An invisible spec in Gypsies eyes

Raised by the Stars,

The Moon signed my rebirth certificate

It indeed takes the sixth sense

To sense my mystifying existence

The second Sun of God

Creating wind through poetic meditation

Related to Black Jesus through metaphoric gestation

I was born with the soul tattooed to my tongue

When I speak the truth leaks

Through Atmosphere's womb

Purifying the lagoons

My reflection blackens the ocean

Causing waves of diamonds

I wave back in a slow motion

Now the ocean is one diamond

Shining a shine that

Out shines three Suns

Times a thousand times itself

Solidifying into priceless thoughts

When my breath

Ricochets off of the waters

Unlocking the vaults of cloud banks...

I drank rain;

Intoxicating myself with the tears

Of God's pain

My mind frame is simple...

My mind frame is complex...

Simple... Complex...

Simple... no wait a minute

My mind frame is...

My mind frame is...



My mind frame is:

WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT IT TO BE!

...Because I created me

I

Am the subconscious beneath the unconscious

Hence, I

Was God speaking

I dance on Sun rays with the Days

Celebrating Yestermorrow,

The birth of my baby daughter;

The Princess of a thousand galaxies

And a third of the Stars

Baptized in liquid metaphors that pours

From the core of...

Silence is me

Remember...

The soul is tattooed to my tongue

...So the truth I speak...



Tha Prodigal One...