nydesha

Love behind the glass

Kisses and Hugs is Love,

But behind the glass

Love is a fight, a struggle.

Kisses and Hugs is love,

But behind the glass

is different,

Cause you can't Kiss and Hug.

You fight to Love,

Cause you can't touch!

Kisses and Hugs is Love,

But so is a fight

 

 

humanities hope

i heard her laughter

dancing on top of daisiez

az she floated across

blue horizonz.

she played double dutch

with rainbowz speading equality

and house with solar systemz teaching natural order.

she waz something of a phenomenon-

not from us

but through us.

she spoke a hear-speech,

a 12 –pedal lotus vernacular

that revealed she was a form of comet

wizzing through our clouded mindz.

her tiny fingerz played jinglez

off starz

a kind of cosmic tune

that reminded-

real healing only comez about when

earthly consciousness becomes spiritualized.

she waz recycled planetz compacted

in gigglez and pigtailz-

something of a diety.

her eyez shone love

that made milky wayz

seem like water dropz.

in the width of her smile

sprinkled the most precious happiness from the gods.

she b the fallen drops of

Aten's tears-

an atmosphere in her own right

drizzling to the earth.

her birth waz an unseen reincarnation

of the logoz of light

recognized by a birthmark of vision

on her 6th charka.

she's from the celestial age of

Originality

and set in the

sign of Grace.

her future iz to enlighten mankind,

her past iz found at the edge of the universe.

-yes,

Yah used us well

az the sign iz sealed

through the mold of

innocence.

skipping across gray skiez of pain,

enriching the hearts of despair –

minez child be

the hope of

humanity.

(To my daughter Nydesha)

7:36

9-8-04

 

my childs blessing

it all started w/

twinkle, twinkle little star

eyes dancing across my mind

planting visions of

Kingdom come

on earth

as it is in heaven.

yr presence was

light through the dark.

i held you from the start

and ill hold you til then end.

in my daughters face

i found the twin

that i had in a past life.

i held tight

to the last kisses

(August 96).

magicians hocus pocus-

the trick :

close but not close enough.

transparent glass-

touch but no touch.

i seeped through the cracks

to encompass her.

i slipped through my dreams

to be w/ her-

hand in hand,

patty cake, patty cake bakers man.

hide-n-seek/peek-a-boo.

baby boo,

i miss u.

i see u

daily in my 3rd,

but u was my 1st

and only.

in my daughters eyes

i found holy.

these bars cant hold me.

i spit bars,

so ull over/

stand

with me,

comprehend

my mistakes

led to a discovery.

i still praise yr mother,

bcoz she let us be

a braid-

now we

growing into a lock.

i prayed to The Most High

that nothing would stop u

from loving me.

people see our smiles and envy

how we epitomize

Oneness.

right hand to the Man

id ride a bolt of thunder

if itd get me to u quicker.

i now realize why God

gave us the gift of life,

so wed be the inventors

of divine.

i was the tool/

u was the gift.

oneday ull uplift

a Nation.

today

yr the manifestation

of an old Queen lineage.

im on my knees giving it

everything i got coz

w/out u im nothing.

w/out u im nothing.

this love of

father and daughter

is

alpha and omega,

thus only the beginning

of infinity

binded between our

fingertips.

 

 

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