I Cried With My Father

Upon the darkness of night, I sit holding my father tight.

Wanting him near, and the tears turned to blood.

He sits upon the tree as the tears fell upon his eyes.

He said my son I have forsaken you of all your hopes and dreams.

I the image of man, means nothing upon this earth,

 I cried with my father every tear drop that fell.

Father why have you stayed away for so long.

I thirst for the knowledge of a image of a man.

My son said the father in the quiet of the storm,

I have not forsaken you, I seek for the same knowledge as you my son.

I put my palms in his hands, we danced through the valley,

Sharing the same tears. I my son the child within, I one day

Will be able to teach you to be a man.

I cry for the curse that I passed on through my genes.

I cry for the wisdom that I one day shall present you with great things.

The sky open and man fell to there’s knee’s dancing upon the valley.

Lord teach me how to be a King.

To Be A Women

The ways of silence the tenderness of love,

Sacrifice I cried in the name of love.

Burning sorrows upon the night, through the rain and the storm,

I continued to stay strong. One sided love often knocks at my door,

The strength I pledge never to give all, be able to hold back, the pain shall not destroy the amount which is bonded upon my heart.

Change is going to come as I pray through the night.

Silently I cry my self to sleep, I wait up

on the stars until my King shall appear.

Oh who are thou who cries beyond the dark, Thy heart that searches for the soul, that continues to lean toward the dark. Oh thy lonely the mystery of thou self. I find discontentment when I am a lone. I sit upon the night repressing the empty inside. Why oh Why is this majestic of a emotions tears me inside?

I ask of thee the torture I feel, Is it lonely are is it not knowing one  that lives within. Repression of a forgotten heart, Why do I fear to reach out. When there is no lonely I run in hide. I cry the sounds of the sparrow, when the dove surrounds my head.

I ask of thee the torture I feel, Is it lonely are is it not knowing one  that lives within. Repression of a forgotten heart, Why do I fear to reach out. When there is no lonely I run in hide. I cry the sounds of the sparrow, when the dove surrounds my head.

Love thy self the doves sings, as the sparrow sits in gloom, Know thy self the dove speaks in silences, as the sparrow continues to cry the same sound. Spirits of freedom awaits you at your inner door.

The sparrow sits an mopes as the dove sings the songs of rejoice.

Validation comes with self, As the dove flaps its wings, Rise in the name of self. The sparrow runs away.

Thy diamond lace, magnificent powers,

Cosmo that surrounds the leaf of thy wing.

Constancy of thunder,

flashy storm below thy  root.

I am the sacred stem of thy head,

Perfection of thy rose.  I thou mist of tears,

I the calm of love,

Whispers of God love.

I the women of thy kings temple,

Shall always be his inspiration,

Let not thy left hand defend thy right.

I shall continue to be your light.

My heart beat the

understanding of the Creator.

My feet is the passage of righteousness .

My tongue speaks the words of resurrection.

Be still through the darkness.

Humble through the noon

I exhale the universe upon my lungs, I wake the angels with the stroke of love, I cry for the universe to unite in love, I sing of the doves that fly upon mans head, I cry the resurrection of the giving heart, I rise to the stars with great love, I exhale the universe and the creatures of God, I multiply the children of Gods great love, I sit among the rocks as they sing rejoice, I lye upon the rivers, as they rise in Gods name.