Sunday, April 21, 2013

Page Twelve


" I be art. Playing the game of art, so we might dance the art of Ki Maah" 

As empty can be.

Is your mother in your bed tonight 
my Beloved Son 
or is it your teacher 
at your side. 

I'm sorry for all the abuse 
that I have done to you...
but options at the time 
seemed more abusive to me.

All my masterpeaces, all my art, all my treasured possessions
are yours to have...
to 
The Makiah O Miller Foundation 
all is given...
that the treasures of my riches 
shall forever flow...
from heart to heart to heart. 

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