Who are you he asked me,
I am he, who sways slow when the wind blows.
I am he who knows the ropes and ties the knots to a life defined,
by all that grows...
what the wise have always known,
is shown in all forms to me in ways the world will never see...
Yoli caught me in text and what came next,
ReplyDeletecoupled with some clouds in hand,
and time made me realize new depth in a line I've had through the ages sharpening all the tools at my hand, that I can refer to as mine...
"All men are made equal and some more equal than others",
All that I am and ever will be like none other...
Defined in each stride of he,
birthed into this earth by my mother,
Is far higher than any cloud ,
touched by anything thought to be flyer.
The Devil's wing span is wider,
And goes by the name Andisani T Ntanjana.
Horned, Bald and mentally obscured,
I step forth to bless you...
the writings come charred and De-souled,
for within the soul of every word I've ever written,
and uttered aloud is an image,
not a sound...
Pity the fool that doesn't see English in color.