Pharaoh's March
He walks to the rhythm of african drum beats,
the heart of a lion fractions of a coward
emotions heighten he becomes pensive questioning the belief of his GOD
is this really for me?
weathering through space and time his eyes are pinnacles to another realm of bliss.
onlookers seeking freedom
children of the most high seeking revolution
he quotes scriptures of his past time
words of theory from points he's gathered in his journey
i ask who is this man?
flesh silent
spirit speaking
he answered before his lips every murmured hello
i am he.
pharaoh, moses, ham, ra, amun, zeus, shango..
the knight of charisma
epitome of knowledge
the bearer of life
i am
not in for your keeping
whisper of the future the taste of your dream
standing in the field of jasmine encircled with lavender hues.
he breathes
intricate details to my entity
encompassing the totality of my sense of feminity
he created my transparency
i was only bare with he.
no mask no shell no fear he created a path of openess
i was glued
stories of unwritten moments, memories my dreams lived
he was the reflection of who i thought to be, forgetting in my trip through my heaven
he had yet to discover his kingdom,
but i had claimed my reign to his side as queen.
to the spirit of my ancestors
to the ears of my creator he was defined as my king
the one my heart forever locked to
he was my reflection, the soul my spirit searched for through lifetimes.
he is
i stay locked to his mission even in his absence, because the thought of another permeates
hesitation the brink of a failed submission of invalid truths of my heart because
i could never be dedicated with the key to me being in his hands.
i decline another hand to touch this skin and breathe upon this flesh,
i have been touched by royalty please don't dishonor my king.
he
is
my
destiny in the eyes of me
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