Let’s boogie!
My music in tuning with earths vibrations,
Hymns: sound booming; to the core,
Bass drum to brass chains-
Matching with my skin tone,
The great song of my life.
So I design myself...
A blue print: I’m laying down bricks;
The cornerstone of the foundation-
To constructing the pyramid;
Of my psyche... A young pharaoh: Tutankhamen
Raised by the sun, my father Amen Ra!
Now I'm a man and "more"...
An illuminated being, crowned:
A "pharaoh"... As I follow these lines,
Right angles pointing east,
"Why-is" it so difficult being right?
Amen - Ra is the God that my Egyptian zodiac says I am born under.
I took interest in the Egyptian zodiac for two reasons;
first because of the name Amen, and second because it predates the others by thousands of
years.
Some faiths end their prayers by saying Amen, not aware of the fact that they are giving praise
to the God Amen-Ra.
In his right hand he is holding the symbol of life, and in his left a scepter.
He is the lord of the thrones, bringer of light, and life.
Sometimes he’s seen holding the khepesh war knife, in his right hand, and
depicted with the head of a hawk, as he takes on many forms.
I can relate to this because I’ve taken on these different forms myself;
sometimes a lover, sometimes a fighter, and always watching like a hawk.
As much as we’d like a world without Seth, there will always be somebody
who will mistake our kindness for being weak.
So stay strong, bring light, bring life, bring the good fight, and keep hawking.
Amen
hawking: taken from american slang
verb - transitive
•to look at, watch, stare, or eye. From the bird, hawk.
Quit hawking' me!
The sunrise was like a fertilized egg
golden of yolk and flecked with blood,
it crowed to the mist filled morn.
It ran over the hillside frying the vegetation.
The brilliant white albumen flowed
into the vague gray day.
The egg itself blushed at the flattery
extending pseudo pods of white
like rays outward against
the steel gray of the frying pan
it's yolk congealed a burgeoning
like the celestial eye of Ra.
Do not slander her name for she is divine, angelic
Only God may increase or decrease her, she is already high.
Worthy of praise, she is regal.
Born to peace,
Expect no less of this, the defender of
mankind, the mother of man,
the whisperer in a country meadow, the
enchantress of the morning
dew.
Slaughter her not...for Amen-ra bows at her
feet, a mysterious delight.
divine goddess, a princess at her nativity.
Queen at first light, perfection.
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