Rythm of the Earth

On the horse rideth the rider
Wind is its name
Floweth through the earth
Maketh music with the trees
Then fleeth all the bees

The wind and the horse
Bound in purpose
Separateth death from life
The earth is its sounding cymbal

The hoofs maketh music with the earth
Listen, listen and feel the rhythm
Dance to the acoustic shrieking sound
Mystical in its undertone
Yet divine in its overtone

On the tides of the wind
The wind rideth the horse
Search, search, show the man that shall ride
Upon the horse rideth by the wind

To separate death from life
To make music with the earth
Playing through the trees as a flute
To give rhythm to them who live and die
The pleasure of music of life and death.

Friday the thirteenth.

A beautiful one is born
Angelic bound to earthly joy shall never be torn
As I held her in my hands
Heavenly spark, destiny beckons, stimulation of my glands

God indeed has brought this one,
Oghenevwaire! You shall never walk alone.
These hands shall the soil toil,
That this beautiful one shall have no need of spoil.

My love shall be a blanket,
Earthly currencies in my wallet.
My love shall quell all her fears,
Earthly currencies wipe those tears.

Oghenevwaire!! I, your father call,
When we stand together, you will never fall.
Your beauty transcends time my princess
You are eternally beautiful in all fairness.

I love you Oghenevwaire.

AGHARESE!

The touch of her hands
In the cool of the night
Surely it stimulates my glands
With the stars dancing in the moonlight
Lust and love in her love
Pulsating heart races like fast cars
To this drum beat; dance I must and make a move
Her bodily encryption fills my head
Her ubiquitous (ness) impregnates my thought
Without her life for me is dead
Virtuous, elegant, her beauty can never be bought
I must embrace this one
I must make her me
I spoke to her in the sweetest tone
The heavens surely shall make this be
Together we will fly
Far above the sweet by and by

CONSECRATION!

My flight
By night
Over the height
That beat my sight
Oh! What a plight
But indeed I must fight
To live aright
This can never be by might
So I look to the light
To escape this urban blight
Then my road must be narrow and tight.

Pathway(s)

If I called on God
And asked for a rod
For like Moses, this red sea I must cross
Through the sea is my direction
At the ends yon is my reflection
I must puzzle this piece
If I must live in real peace
An eye of God looks from the heaven
Watching me trying to build my haven
Your paths I have fashioned
With me you will never be abandoned
Stiff necked we called our father
So soon I realize I too have to climb the ladder
Will this be a generational cycle?
As my sweat as blood trickle
Now like Moses I need my rod
Looking with tear in eye I desperately call on God.(Selah).