Writing was made for people
Who didn’t know the colors
But understood the sound
Of drum beats and beating waves on
The hot sand of West Africa
Because in the East
Writing was used
For ceremonial advances
To a spiritual realm
Inspired by those in the
North country
And the dancers of the South
But now writing is an exercise
For the fingers in an attempt to
Prevent the hand from an idle state
Where guns are made to kill
And knives are used to slice meat
Not made for eating Unless
Maybe I get my machete
And head out to the rice farm
Cutting off the thicket of bushes like the wicked
Who used writing to make a declaration
Against the innocent
By placing singing birds in cages
But as stages advance
In the mystery of this writing romance
I’ve made with my Love
Now I see writing becoming
that wire to transfer funds
To the poor and as the key to close the door
To lies and deception
Because from inception,
Writing was created to know the colors
And give the living understanding
about life and its agreement with Love
Until the rebels brought forth the eraser
Leading the blind into death
And the living into chaos
But someone wrote a letter
That ended the debate
and the pen won
Honey on a Gold Shield
At the end of the war,
Shona realized her weakness
She hated the fact that her arch nemesis
Was a fellow woman
The woman she loved,
A hologram of her reflection
Armed by an invisible force
Strengthened by the law of Love
Shona won a war
At the age of her virginity
Impenetrable by the vibrations of the air
And discord of the sea,
Her substance could only be found in the midnight dew
But only by those who knew
That the secret to Shona’s victory
Was her disguise,
Where lived a man
The God before Yassa knew about Man
The he is busting his natural bliss
To kiss her unnatural flow
The glow of her love is upon his head
And one morning he awakened
Almost dead
Instead
He was led to a bed that had been disrespected
Unforgotten
The temple’s rotten and their bliss reminisces
Of their past lives
A lot of songs were written
Then destroyed
Because of the void
And they were annoyed with each other’s lies
Because they knew they were in disguise
Faking true faces
Amused by the sexual graces
He moves on
And it erases
Not of the pain
But the love he had
He’s glad to move on to find his similar
She’s familiar
Again he’s busting his natural bliss to kiss
His new similar and dismiss old negative energy
Instead she’s a little un-accepting
Because his past is interrupting
Sometimes corrupting their heavenly bed
Maybe an apple will drop on his head
And she’ll realize
