Remember me
Dear Friend
Wander not far from your path
For I shall bring you back
To break you asunder
And the Phoenix shall rise once again
– Jame’Llah
Dear Friend
Wander not far from your path
For I shall bring you back
To break you asunder
And the Phoenix shall rise once again
– Jame’Llah
What are these beautiful colors I see
Leaping and Dancing in front of me
Words in their fineness sing to me
A song David’s Melody
Then comes the dance of the living beat
Words beat the drums to spark the heat
Living is dead and dead is living
Dead is living and living is dead
Forming the pointed arc of light
Through which walks my king
Solomon, the knight
– Jame’Llah
No
I would never leave you
But You are free
To go
Why is it that the deadened souls laugh and make merry
While we suffer in the throes of longing
He says,
” O you ungrateful one! “
You curse me in your pain
If not for the burning fire that cleanses you of filth
you will remain drunk with the charms of this world
satisfied with the entrails
left untouched,
by the true lovers
Burn me
Burn me on the pyre
For I will die dancing with your name upon my lips
But not before you drive a stake through where this heart used to be
Set me free
He says
I am a Queen
but not of this realm
Come
Come find me
Come love me
Don’t make me live again
To love you
To make you mine
– Jame’Llah
I am here
Will you take me now?
What is here and what is now?
Come
Come find me
Come love me
Come make me yours
Don’t make me live again
To make you mine
Come follow me
I’ll lead you into The darkness
Who says darkness is the absence of light
It’s in your darkness that she herself is Witness
Star light star bright
You twinkle in the twilight
I see you
but do you see me?
Your suffering is mine too, my darling
Reality commands
” Carry the Burden and ease his pain!”
But Mystery chides,
” NO! How could you?”
THE PRINCE IS BEING PREPARED TO MEET THE KING HE TRULY IS
I love you
– Jame’Llah
Woman of White
Lady of light
Take off your robe
Show us your eyes
in the frigid summer
she blows
bringing with her
the smell
of smokeless fire
64 diamonds make
the ring
64 roses found
one morning
64 Are
the way
64 beings massacred
today
“Blood will spill and in its place, I Will Bloom…..”
22:4
– Jame’Llah
