Quiet Poetry Lounge : African Scriptures

ASHANTA

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Sons and Daughter written within the blood of my veins.,
psalms that sets laws and orders of my family tree.
The drums the spirits that sings among the mountains.
The tongue that guides my people through the night.
The warriors of spirit that sings out loud through the drums
The milk and honey upon the tribes.
The creations of the warmth that lye
Upon my mothers universe.


The sweet taste of Africa,
Untouched for I am pure.
For there are no mixture in my blood
Blackberry Baby. What is the deliberation
of my Universe? For I am you, and you are me.
Self-hatred within the curse of those who hate me.
Blackberry as sweet as the origin of the drums.
for the heart is gold, and you sing
the songs of the ancestors who have locked
their stories within you.

So you tell
the world the legacy of inner beauty
that you share, your lips are curved
and your hair is natural without press.
Your love stronger than the Nile
Wisdom powerful than Gold
Warriors of great kings and queens
Gods chosen above the skys
Pure as the history that your legacy
that sings upon the revelations
the warrior of great Kings and Queens.

Ancestors open the passage of righteousness
summoned in spirit the mother-tongues,
The ancestors live on within the hearts of great men.
Let my psalms sing the African song.
Thy brothers the prophets await my coming
A revival awaits for me.


Oh thy glory ages and past,
thy drums of Africa sings the songs from thy soul.
Blessed be thy hopes and dreams,
In battles that we fight, Triumphant ever make us be in war.
I pledge that the thousand voices of psalms
be thy eyes that man shall hear,
thy strength that he may lead, thy shoulder when stress
brings him pain, thy strength that he shall not fall under.
The drums that speaks through the telescope of the past.




If the doors continue to close.
how will I find shelter. If evil continue
to knock at my door. Oh how the windows are
fogged, and the air is hard to breathe. Where
are you my children? The body is on freeze. I am
here and I am not. Living in an illusion of
thought. Darkness that knock upon my door. I
am lost. I embrace the light. Which the dark
continues to block. I embrace love when the
openings start to fade.
I summoned my children to walk upon
the light. Freedom the source of love.
God shall be your armor within the darkness
of life.


My soul has
boundaries, which no one shall cross. My eyes
are flooded. And my heart is lost. I am trap
I can't get cross. As I walk to the light I
shall not fear. The love of you God. The pain
of the world the soul that cried.
Mama black berry baby, daughters and sons
the universal tribe. I sing the songs.
The black berry baby shall carry my name.

I give you the treasures of thy soul,
I give to you the children of the future.
That my legacy shall not foul.
I the ancestor of your history, will I ever see the dreams,
Of my legacy. Blackberry Africa that sings the liberation of thy seed.
Oh…Oh…the fruits of his Garden
I sip of the waters of his tree,
I return to the fruits
It gives me great strength.
Tears that fall upon my forest,
Mountains that sings.
Glory to thee. I rise, above the mountains,
you wipe the tears away.

Gather your children upon the night
ordain there hearts the journey
is soon to come. Oh how I await
the soldiers that sit upon the calvary
awaiting you to come home.



.
Oh thy tears sings a sad song.
thy textures defined thy beauty,
which shines upon thou roots,
Behold the glory, external kingdom,
when eyes was once blind. ,
I thy water of purification,
shall nurture thou inner beauty,
thou rose of thy ebony love.

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.
 
ASHANTA said:
The sweet taste of Africa,
Untouched for I am pure.
For there are no mixture in my blood
Blackberry Baby. What is the deliberation
of my Universe? For I am you, and you are me.
Self-hatred within the curse of those who hate me.
Blackberry as sweet as the origin of the drums.
for the heart is gold, and you sing
the songs of the ancestors who have locked
their stories within you.
Sister, This is Absolutely Outstandingly Beautiful!
The above, in particular, seared my core, scored my soul.
Asante Sana.
 

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