Sinestar (Eq + Vodun + Dogon Of Mali'z Mastery Of Astronomy) Poem by Cherokee Akan Ewe

Sinestar (Eq + Vodun + Dogon Of Mali'z Mastery Of Astronomy)



M_(Vodun Chants) hearing my Sine while graphed where i need tah go in order to build ontop or underground dwellings to include sow and reap crops
on da real
we on top
of our last times relentlessly motivated
we come too far tah turn back now
and all da Souls of my Tree bee made esoteric and exoterically

Wednesday, October 31, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: today
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
All Vodun sow letters or alphabets are not english or a business language which mean nothing but Sinestar and im a aspirant of the All broken down into Benjamin Banneker of the traditional Dogon of Mali...Tijuana Brass Band... Vodun of course and Cherokee Spirituality tradition fused...student of the Zheng...tha 3 Drums of Nyabinghi...student of tha Uprite Bass...student of Coltrane...aspirant of Yobura Sekere and aspirant of Self to keep growing and traditional real events of Storytelling from the Cherokee side to the Akan to Ewe and written in our languages and me being a aspirant of Dogon of Mali'z astronomy i don't even wonder or be curious nah i just know by letting my Ancestral mental faculty members guide me of how tah go due tah being taught our better foreseeing the weather changes..ahead of times in other terms rearranged and highly focused in Soul form tha real way taking no more shorts or losses as my big cuhz loss his indigenous human body and true mindset which disabled him in physical form the human being form to physically succeed further than our last times and we could have started a family business earlier this year of 2018 but like i said he loss all senses of tha real and got murdered is the effect or name of penalty charged to the deceased who also got killed and both left behind wives as one was from White and the other from us of Tribes...and its the new dumminess now called Married But Single killing over sex and pride and egotism and of course like always a color and possession which if that white man would have understood his white wife never loved him it was only words doped to his brain and the same to my big cuhz similar and both wives sold all their belongings and moved away with their children like vapors in separate directions as they came from two different directions and it be cold as heck too out here once you see what is really going on and the only thing i can do is help move the youth onward learning from the action called kill and effect from a state of mind call murder which is a penalty in the game call Land Law in the US often involving religion and politics so if you don't know or at least study these people then you will never know their P&L Statement and how to profit from it all while traditional of your own cultures and now i keep in touch with my big cuhz the traditional way now like all my Ancestors and of course making my Sinestar cause immah a Vodun Rider in his own zone following my own rule as a 3/8ths Ruler staying down fa my teams as Lewis Latimer turns another light on then so does another mansion bee indigenously motivated....
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