**Written by my altar ego, Dark Wynne**
I
fall into a
tidal wave of stars,
riding the currents toward
destiny.
The clarity of the moment
leaves me suspended in time.
A realization of poetic rhythm and rhyme.
Many times I spit straight heat
in my sleep.
Speaking mysteries in Hebrew,
and stimulating the passions in Egyptians,
give it up for ya boy, SO-DEEP!
I don't mean to confuse
or leave you with a wet feeling from
your waist to the tips of your shoes.
I only come to dispel
ignorance and primal night.
clothed in the garb of earth tones,
wearing the fragrance of light.
I delight
in story's of love and poetic freedom,
Many are concerned with the thought of people, and
I refuse to worry about some.
Infinity and eternity
Winter births Spring.
Inspiration pushes me to Sing,
and my music has a definitive ring.
In the shadow of the sea,
one look at my reflection and I recognize the
real me.
Salt-of-the-Earth,
Chylde of God since birth,
Always blessed and never cursed.
Divinity and infinity run's through my veins.
I eat the simple and speak the arcane.
I am....
The image of an Earth Druid and poetically free.
Nostradamus saw me and Joan of Arc sleeps with me,
In the solitude of a timeless eternity,
I speak prophesies of what was, what is and what is to be,
never really concerned if you, you, and you don't like me.
Because its now really clear to me that who I am and what I will
become,
is not based on what the ignorant ones, the one's that are intellectually
blind and dumb.
Simply because I am called by the voice of the Most High,
And it is my duty to spit truth and wage war against societies
quick toss of the dice.
I'm here as a vessel to see the ignorant free, and not dead on ice.
Copyright 2004 A.D/ "HyeKlass Publishing"
**Dark Wynne
I
fall into a
tidal wave of stars,
riding the currents toward
destiny.
The clarity of the moment
leaves me suspended in time.
A realization of poetic rhythm and rhyme.
Many times I spit straight heat
in my sleep.
Speaking mysteries in Hebrew,
and stimulating the passions in Egyptians,
give it up for ya boy, SO-DEEP!
I don't mean to confuse
or leave you with a wet feeling from
your waist to the tips of your shoes.
I only come to dispel
ignorance and primal night.
clothed in the garb of earth tones,
wearing the fragrance of light.
I delight
in story's of love and poetic freedom,
Many are concerned with the thought of people, and
I refuse to worry about some.
Infinity and eternity
Winter births Spring.
Inspiration pushes me to Sing,
and my music has a definitive ring.
In the shadow of the sea,
one look at my reflection and I recognize the
real me.
Salt-of-the-Earth,
Chylde of God since birth,
Always blessed and never cursed.
Divinity and infinity run's through my veins.
I eat the simple and speak the arcane.
I am....
The image of an Earth Druid and poetically free.
Nostradamus saw me and Joan of Arc sleeps with me,
In the solitude of a timeless eternity,
I speak prophesies of what was, what is and what is to be,
never really concerned if you, you, and you don't like me.
Because its now really clear to me that who I am and what I will
become,
is not based on what the ignorant ones, the one's that are intellectually
blind and dumb.
Simply because I am called by the voice of the Most High,
And it is my duty to spit truth and wage war against societies
quick toss of the dice.
I'm here as a vessel to see the ignorant free, and not dead on ice.
Copyright 2004 A.D/ "HyeKlass Publishing"
**Dark Wynne
