She told me to use my pen as my weapon
And bare my mind unarmored
No longer could I be protected by ignorance
I was no longer at bliss
Words are followed by war
She kidnapped my sight and gave my visions of my past
Because what you don’t see, you don’t know
History, his story became mine
Learning from the experiences of those who've lived in the past
She had me going through a change
She told me to write
She told me to.... read
Books...
And I became lost in reality that was not of my own
Words and worlds that I could only see
Wind and seas, talking trees
And the deeper I explored and the more I became lost
The line between what is and what was blurred and became me....
She told me to write
She told me to.... share
Poetry,
I metaphorically metamorphic soul into in to thought and then use those thoughts to explore the very depth of your subconscious mind I've seen beyond the fake facade that you use to mask that fact that you do not know who you truly are
I am teaching you about your self through end rhymes and deep lines
And I've seen your inner perfection she remains entrapped caged up within your fear she remains unheard, unseen, yet unfazed by the negative thought
I share my poetry to paint on the blank empty canvas you call soul I've reshaped, retrained, and remapped the way you think I've taught you to think of the now as the past and the future as the past altered past because everything that happened before is destine to repeat, unless we change
She told me to write
She told me to.... pray
God
I pray... illhumdu illa, Amen
I pray in my keens in submission god is
All that I am
All that I write
And All that I will become
Factions are used to separate us from each other, but the one god created us together, when my neighbor suffers we hurt but many have not made the correlation between everything.... and everyone ells
We are you, I am him, you see we all share that first breath god blow into us granting use the very life that so many throw away
So when I exhale I'm loosing part of him
And when I inhale I'm gaining what is... us, you see every creation, every living thing also exhales, it is that breathe that we all share that I am inhaling, so when I exhale I am sharing what is me and when I inhale I’m gaining what is us… Life
She told me to write
She told me to love
Her
She was compared to none
She my sun
She was my center, the sun in my universe of my minds galaxy, yet all of that that still remains to be explored
She laminates the space that usually stays dark she loves more then any thing I've ever known she is the part of me that is unknown, she leaves confused yet at bliss, Ignorant to her touch, I am left to ponder.
She can not be touched just gazed at, and if you look at her you will squint... she will task your third eye to work because she is not of this world
Blessing me with her voice she is the very embodiment of beauty
Perfection envies her... she is my sky and I am her population I can gaze only to dream of space travel
I love her
Distance crush the dream of the physical but empowers the mental, the very essence of us lies within the center of us I feel when she cries, and when she thinks about me, I know, so I write her a poem, and she sends me love from afar
She told me to write
She told me to... Be
Truthful and Faithful
She told me to be… Al’Amin
