The Bold One

 

Fore telling be sold, 

I am singing being bold, 

That loving mother fucker your ancestors were told. 

Did you hear about the One, 

Where the land I own is being mind. 

From the hills to the rivers gold,

Echoes my power in stories old,

I claim my crown in these words present,

A legend breathing, artful, whole.

Every step I walk sings in rhyme,

Inscribing the measure, setting the time.

For here I am, the myths foretelling,

Mind and matter, heart and soul.

In every grain and blade of grass,

I am the future, present, past.

Bold as thunder, bright as sun,

My land I own being minds great dominating one.