Free Kenneth Foster

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“roses are red,
violets are blue,
i love my Daddy,
and i know you do too....
he calls me his princess
because I am
so Let’s Free Him
i know we can
so that’s the end of my story to you
bye, bye.”

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 6^{th 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)

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9-8-04