Virtues of a African King

Fecundity of my soul.

Constructing virtues.

The telestereoscopes must squint t view my complex stratagem.

Abstaining from vices.

Disciplined of well loved.

Loves invisibility art.

Saw in the heart and soul.

African king.

Treat, as nothing less, nothing more.

My Nefertiti and I. travel the distant lands.

A stunning smile permanent on her face.

France perhaps.

Bahamas maybe.

I go to extents to have this Mona Lisa.

Forever perhaps.

Wine fine.

She stares at me.

Memorably.

Mandarin speaking friends accompany us.

As we cross waters and barriers.

Im picking up political conversations on the radio.

Helicopter over Giza reading a university paper writing In hieroglyphics.

My faith has brought me to the peak of existence and still expanding.

Grateful and bold.

Im picking up good vibrations on the radio.

Peace & Power.

My Morale.

Simply Complex.