So many words, I'm as lonely as my omens observed, soma was served to me till I was comatose & subservient so many murderous ghosts within burdened with sins but you've searched in the dim night to mend fright you've bent time & space to meet me greeted my mind racing with timely patience & aligned it with the ageless I could've been faceless, pacing the woods of my debasement the purgatorial forest of my horrid statements but you nourished my graces till I flourished again like a sorcerer with a Moorish namesake sordid fame & greatness I sought not, epochs forgotten but their thoughts pondered when we talk & wander with Entheogenics within us centering & mentoring our systems mentions endless & it makes me feel closest to you, fields & oceans blue I wield this toast to your trueness, your moksha subdues me & frees me at the same time the sanest of rhymes like playing with Zane & Zara you're my maiden divine like Miriam's maiden Sara blackness etched on my skin from my next of kin in Haiti I'm pacing with aces of the next generations encased in oases facing my hatred & deflating it with texts from the Savior, yet I know it's best to Savior Self like Killah Priest the wheels of Ezekiel taking flight above the hills of my precincts as I wake at night cradling you in my arms, sated & calm I'm waving wands in sacred psalms shaking gongs with a mace that's long as an ancient comet trailing across the sapient cosmic expanses watching Cyclops Stars in the darkest night dans un rare jardin j'porte pas d'Pierre Cardin & sweatshop horrors yet I think we all do at times in this mindless place we exist in society's hauntings, sobriety is ganja while the miserly thrive on lies & saunter in icy warmth Krylon Bombings depict it Keylontonic mystic sciences but watch when they talk of prophets' guises they come in all sizes & auras this is seismic geiser flora, jewels for you Goddess who could deplore it, some May like nuns pray, stray in the Sun rays with you Life is priceless, enticing & blissful I'm glad I'm not the saddest at every moment my happiness is madness to the Joneses but I'm not trying to keep up I'll keep teaching & being as meek as I can muster in these flustering circumstancestrust the circumference of serpents dancing like verses of words entrancing glancing back on what attracted me to you it was the passion in your sutras before I had even verbally heard them... You sowed my soul's purpose & reap & nurture the seeded earthling...