I stay in the clouds
Pass by some birds
Spoke tree tales
All alike, I found
Glory around me
Taste of clear thoughts
Water hitting skin
Already forgotten
That I had brown on me
Sun shining pure in heart
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I stay in the clouds
Pass by some birds
Spoke tree tales
All alike, I found
Glory around me
Taste of clear thoughts
Water hitting skin
Already forgotten
That I had brown on me
Sun shining pure in heart
though they keep smiling,
replying
“We are not ready to die”
The man in black
Black trench coat
Dripping of dreams
Nightmares in form of fear
Braced for cold
Winter rushing forth like water
Casting away summer sun
All here,
The night calling forth
Faith strapped in his holster
Bullets shaped for battle
War times meant for him alone
No help needed
God and liquor for guidance
The world consumed for heat
Hell a door away
Break, break
Brake then sweat
Demons racing for his soul
Spirit unchained
Shackles broken
Freedom, daily fought
The man in black
Skin melted with the night
Love a taste, hardly remembered
Still,
His path in the sky
Telling tales of perseverance
At that time
I saw it all
I tell you
My eyes were shut
Still, I saw everything
The beginning
My beginning
In form of an egg
Light piercing through
Giving me life
I was awakened
Surreal like art, past
I was there
Alive
Reborn to a new point
Lines of old ventured memories
Scribbled, printed onto my palms
To remind and guide
I saw all
I tell you
I saw everything
The creation of Erinwmin
Mother welcoming
Like a gush of wind
Dragging fast past the stars
Like a race
Head on collision
Blurs of space
Burning stories onto my spirit
I saw all
I really must say
All was seen
Boundless space of infinite existence
breaking through Saturn rocks
Brought to a summation
To now
A place called earth
Yes, I must tell
before time had a name
we of the energy constellation
existed
breathing along side
the planets
forms, all made whole by the one and true Osanobua
What is heaven to you?
When you close your eyes?
What do you see?
I see peace in colors
I feel the breeze
I know God is speaking
Like the old Gold Coast
Nomads settled
In tribal beads
Future unknown
Yet praises touching the sky
Underneath, earth awakened early
Far from carnality
Technology in trees and birds
The sun telling time
Huts forming circle
Fire only a tool
Seeds sowing
Children harvesting
A heaven always close to my heart
Turn back the times
To when I was young and mild
Joy always crowded on my face
Far back, past future bills and letter heads
Then, when a cry came back with an answer
Blessed by love’s early mercy
A circle cut shut by the devil’s false hope
To live and think of innocence never given
Survival scars forced onto one’s hands
scribbling away life’s birth marks
Crunched,
held,
walked
Then pushed
Some place far into oblivion
I, still out here
Searching for my father’s house
As the sun sets,
liquor drank hard
goes down tumbling
breaking through bricks and rocks
hiding shadows deep within evening lanterns
Awakened into life
Space boundless
Jupiter Dancing
Saturn raising red dust
Stars all clapping wishes
Burning of full energy
Reeking of vibrant peace
Distance attained
Differences only a memory
Views from a different world
Roaming plants only allowed
Far out, onto the yellow brick road
Wide awakened, still
Intact with the high plains
Down seems further beyond
Here, here
Only on these clouds
will I sing and jubilate
Nothing holding
So I must confess
Of joy and love
Yeah, nothing holding me
So I must confess
Of joy and endless love
Clusters of distant souls
All bright shinning
Star light years ahead
Retelling existence
Origins beyond books
Crystal bells ringing
Adding to the hue
of sparkling red
Blue waters, mesmerizing
Ancient tales told in energy
Sang by the angels of Osanouba
Holders of the beginning
Creators of the ends of time
Turn the tunez on
I seek only you
See you when the sun come down
Your body on mine
Left your man for me
Yeah, yeah
Now you’re all mine
Yeah, i cant sweat it
All by ourselves
Our world created
Afternoon marathons
Shapes we cant pronounce
Movements made
Yoga or not
We both carved
Serene under the evening skies
Grinding till the night covers all
Yeah, us two
Too far gone
Stairways to bliss
Crossing over
Heated air
Clustered, merged
Lips, hands, thighs
I drive, you drive
Beamer outside
Skyline reaching
Spaceships, stars bright
Yeah,
The rounds of sweet life
Fruits we both can bite
Times we both call precious
Forth into static gazing
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