Wassup Peoples so i guess i should tell a little about me by now for those that ask i am a writer as well as artist i am considered a master at my craft by some of my elders but as anything there is still much for me to learn as art is a life lesson and cannot truly be mastered Get Your Own! | View SlideshowPeace and balance...
The Goddess Smile... just to let u know about the smile that creates light and dance.. its that which mystifies yet mesmerize galaxies at a glance Many walk through deserts to find this oasis. Grab heavens searching in stasis just to bathe in these places.. Its never surpassed but copied by many races, While faces imprint the cosmos through patterns and laces. Interwoven feet are swept and minds are blowned when..
There’s a smirk or a smile
And then in the meanwhile
Its a smile Its a smile It’s a smileIts a smile that created heavens beyond a sneeze Its a smile that make gods propose on their knees And little boys climb trees to keeps bees from there honey Its the shyt rich men die for and poor men strive for only to give away there money But yetIts a smile Its a smile Its a smile I stand and stare meanwhile a smile,
A smile or is it.....THE ... Goddess as she is everything that exists within wingspans of time She is the essence of all digress that map centuries smudged on ancient memories of what is truly divine HER.. Artistry is too far and expanding to calculate It’s what creates storms and makes earths shift and shake Yet no visions can equate. How she calms oceans and lakes. Stars shatter at the tickle of her tones.. clouds offset, Auset..s Horus rising above moons Just to glimpse her collarbone Shadowing seas with her undertone. Lips are sweet as combs With eyes that out sparkle Orion’s belt. Her iridescent essence vibrates and makes asteroids, void by her the moment she is felt.. And some see it as merely a smile. Or is it
Written by: Rasta Asaru Hotep El At Birth I Was a God
In the beginning it was me shadowed by night.. In the arms of darkness something brought me to the light.. And gave me sight.. No pain as I’m flushed into this atmosphere.. I came in screaming soon as the visions appeared.. Blurred and strained, my eyes felt the pain, but that’s nothing compared to the conscious filling my brain... Paralyzed by my eyes and caught in this visual trauma Hypnotized by the awakening till I see the dawn of.... The existence of the all (el kuluwm) The sun placing layers on metaphysical armor.. The longer the belonging feel calmer and calmer.. Then my 3rd eye opens seeing all and thee illusion... Oppression upon oppression that is what’s confusing Creating lies for my division... Keep me shackled and imprisoned... Illness it seemsJust another plan to keep me embodied in some devilish dream.. It was I whom gave u life... When I could let you die... And then in my back you put that knife surrounded by the lie...
just the thoughts of Rah
still a work in progress.
mic check... mic check... check one check twommph! mmmmSo how can a brotha say hey Will it be in loc vibes seen threw a goddess and afro puffed hair and eyes Or just me thinking of ways to love her Should I kneel and say greetings at our meeting. but only to be Needing to see thine again.... While my mind bends and resonates vibes as she is seen... Thinking of my approach still looking at my future queen... Thinking man i need a sky to give this moon.. Im saying dayum as my soul is consumed.
By her....... Very presence. Measured treasure ways this goddess displays.. I be all captivate by her gaze. Made my eyes stare read her body like a book page by page Dayum dem verbs on her curves...nouns to my moans.. adj. Acting like a additive addicting me to taste her collarbone mmphh!!! just to be with her alone.. mmph!!! She be having my mind gone, Writing poems, lusting about her skintone.. lickin the tip of her cone While she strokes my microphone... Tied in the cords music play...got my bass clef treble dayumcopyright ©2001 Rasta Asaru Hotep El
She kissed meHow time has grown when you cannot remember Where the mind went wrong Can I remember whom she was to be? Who she was to me… And why she kissed me… She kissed me in ways of touch captured by the thought of her She became life before the memory spoken by the blur But I see her clearly with clarity And what fear be…and our time together How it shaped my reality of the commonalities of something As simple as a kiss…. And how it’s that I miss…Shekissed me She kissed me She kissed me…. AndI was caged by her essence Displace by her presence, when my future became my present Within the intervals if what my mind saw Her touch ….Her smile Her days staring at me… and me seeing myself in her eyes She became music inside the dream A song that last within the movement of hips And we have yet to touch lipsShe kissed me She kissed me She kissed meIm stuck in the animation of a daydream longing for the awakening But I only sleep I see the past and know my future is behind me and hope im mistaken But its Blue and very deep Drowning in the wishes of what I want Drowning in truth my eyes longer for the thighs shed never flaunt She kissed me and Im stuck looking for my way Waiting for it to leave me while wanting it to stay Im trapped by that night…caged by that day She kissed me ….and I my essence change Far from what eyes can see So we wait…meditate…. to find what we will be After she kissed me…..
Rasta Asaru Hotep EL
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