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Ancient Futuristic By E. Badu

I wanted to post this poem because it reflects exactly how I have been feeling at my new workplace. I am now a salesperson and apprentice of a Jeweler, but not any ordinary jeweler. My teacher Mr. Salaam is a wise teacher who brings the truth to our sleepy community through the art of jewels. In the past, our showroom was a grand workshop in KMT that made Lapiz Lazuli, Turquoise and precious stone jewelry for the people of KMT. All of my employees were priestesses and goddesses, that embodied the essence of the jewels and their energies. Bringing down the light of Rah to the people through jewelry and headdresses.

Everyday I walk into work, and see our trademark slogan “Jewelry that tells a story” I feel the energy from all the carefully selected stones that are adorned in beautifully charged settings. Symbols like the Ankh, the Eye of Heru, Ohm, The star of david, and Gye Nyame bring the essence of the path of adepts and Ascended masters that guide me, so I know that I have been introduced to this place for a greater purpose. Education, Service, and Integrity are what we stand for at Jendayi Collection. I am not merely selling jewelry, but bringing light into the lives of the people who are fascinated by quality design and the power of crystals.

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I AM ANCIENT FUTURISTIC.
I am an alchemist.
I combine and cook up metals and crystals
on a blue-flame stove top
and weigh it on the scales of MAAT. (Balance)
There are scientists who work with me in the LAB
to serve up this dope matter from my mind.
Outcome…
Amulets & talismans.
Metal cake.
—E. Badu
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Connected| A Poem From The Moleskine

Wake up to greet the sun
A new day is born
So much to do
One can never be bored

Strive for greater
To be the best
Then put my peers to the test

Planting seeds to show I care
And when questions are asked
Ill always be there

Along with myriad groups
of people who agree
that this land was made
For you and for me

To live as one under the same great sun
As we greet days and nights together
Sleeping under the same bright moon

Connected we all are
and Connected we shall be

Because I am another you
and you are another me

-Kine Fall

One Of My Favorite Poems

The World Is Too Much With Us
BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

What doesn’t kill you makes you… stranger

Its been so long since i’ve felt like this.
Im done hiding. 
So I share.
Writing is the best remedy i have.

Feeling trapped,
misery.
I am back in that place I found myself years ago…
took all the pills I could
failed at noose tying
thought about suffocation
drowning
the best thing I had was a blade
but even that didn’t take the pain away
here we are old shadow
where else can we go?
The most pain comes from what ill never know
trapped
no reason to be

I don’t even know who or what is “me”

No foundation
no motive
I just want out

back to the stars
home.

Take me back
I didn’t sign up!!
I did not sign up for this
there is no way I chose to come
mom in a coma
I was meant to be undone
death was my fate
now I live with a shadow of hate
my words are meaningless
I speak a different language
silence my old friend
we are tired of this dance
my eulogy is written
I am nothing but a ghost
a shell moved by shadow
darkness.
demons
feed
I let them.
I did not sign up for this
take me home.

Two Philosophers

The girls on high were too much with themselves.

“Shall we jump?”

They hold hands.

The sunsets between them, as they look onward
Future bound by the past.

“You’re too deep sometimes”
“I CANT HELP IT”

Hair breezes by their eyes,
A long, lengthy, sigh.

Makes you wonder how much air one can hold.

Arms go up
Feet by the edge

Makes you wonder how much wind one can break.

Lifting off,
Soaring

Makes you wonder if it’s all a dream.

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