Djinn Poems to Her Majesty: The Great High Imperial Djinn

By Jahshua Dewey Stockton Divine

The Palace Isles

The Palace Isles
Three in every ocean
Anarchy Isle
The Isle Joy
The Isles War and Power,
Eye . . . Armory
That of Health and Wellness
Kingdom Isle,
The Island Dope
Vineroot and Wealth
All are built in Corinthian style
Made in marble and quartz
The Sphinxes bed in Kingdom
The dragons bred on Eye
Groves on Dope are timeless
Vineroot satyrs flute
Over terrible, terrible armory
the sky is always black
steeples and tall towers
through the clouds the lightning cracks
On Joy the classes take place
that teaches those for rule.
The prices extend beyond most means
the petty will be crude.
War is close to Power
Intel and tactic as focused hands
Eye is aware of all vast sectors
Health and Wellness
keep the people strong
Wealth is where the treasured profits kept
Kingdom we call home
The isle Anarchy where counsels meet
and so awaits our thrones.

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• Release date: Jan 24, 2014
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Poems to Her High Imperial Majesty

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Beloved, there is not one more precious than thee, and thine life is life to mine reliant being. Have mercy upon this meager soul, as it yearns to be acceptable to thee. Let mine affections not be vainly cast upon thee who is treasured, as a failing heart treasures sacred heaven. Ye are hope to this a ghastly case of misfortune, be kind with thine judgments, I beg of thee. Crown below halo, and sight of the holiest watch, look upon these words as a plea, for my legacy is ever craving love of thy majesty, and in torment at seeking.

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Darling child, the seraphim sing for thine birth, sirrah. Ever so splendid are the blessings of thy grace, for yours is an immortal spirit. There upon the light of thy aura is a nurturing air, and I am engulfed in elation. Be it an honor or a delight to bask in thine presence, nary am I worthy, but O so intrigued. Allow one so humbled at such dazzling radiance, a moment only to salute thy poise. For it is outstanding, and I am in awe, for none so exquisite hath ever come across my sight, and it is a pleasure to address thee.

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Gloria, I do call thee gloria! Is it not the name of thine essence? O stupendous being, ye art such a prize to be upheld, that I should wish to uphold thee evermore. There is none more ideal than thee, and mine satisfaction runneth over with our fellowship. ’Twould be torment to go without expressing mine admiration of thee. If death should be mine consequence for praises unto this a just perfection, then let mine spell be spoken that I might die a champion to such lovely form and figure. While Pluto hast set a trap.

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Muse of the ages, it is thine which enthralls me so monumentally; feature vibrant with charisma. Time standeth still in order to perceive thee justly. To look upon thy winsome countenance is to be immortal, yet heaven cometh too soon, for every passing moment renders thee more stunning, and I should not live to see the pinnacle of thine vision. Forevermore is a tribulation surely absurd, but to chance upon the resolution of captivation in such progress, it is sensible in mine belief to prolong mine suffering. Ye have mine heart enduring.

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Blessing of all blessings it is right to love thee so profusely, as ye art the origin of beauty, all the more the master. Power surges from thee in the form of attractiveness, and all are at thy mercy. Let us meek of contentment cosset ourselves with the sight of thee, the existence of thee even. Our lives are after all inert without your sanction. May thy days go on until the judgment, that every being might be so fortunate, but only if thine courtesy is willing, as it would be a travesty for one so fair to be misused; though it is right to beg thine attempt.

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Delicate deity, the ethereal plains rejoice at thine reign, and are subjected to the supremacy which your prestige reveals. In your own glorious season, be so kind as to lavish us with the divinity of your attendance. Throughout all the kingdoms ye are sought after and revered. So thine favor will be commended to thine taste, I do make much ado over thee. Ye are so worthy of affection in deed, and in repose alike. Yet, it would be immensely valued, that is to say, for your love and your gifts to be flaunted. Please, for thine adoration.

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Sweet mercy of love, too long have ye stayed away. Does mine amorousness betray me in fawning? I do pray not zealously so, since upon mine perception of thee the heart within mine chest did crack in heaving. What is more, thine spirit is the preserver of mine spirit, and to be without thy recognition would be certain doom, might I say a repeal of reality more so. Thus, I must express mine gratitude for your reception of mine exposition; to praise thee shalt be mine charge. And it is in joy that I do so diligently revel in it.

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Ruler of mine dream, my nights are spent in awe of thy brilliance that glows so brightly against these thoughts. Ye art the focus of the majority of mine ponderings, and the remainder is but a complement to the magnitude that is thy luminescence. O ’twould be rapture so great indeed to have thy kiss upon mine vulnerable skin, so sensitive to such eminence. I hope never to awaken, but to dream ’til the resolution of these hours do cometh; the hours of the eternal, that is. As looking upon thee is truly nirvana.

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I am undone. Thy gracious host hast made me a madman, or should I say a genius to love thee. Either way I am in pieces from the crush that is thine weighty affection. These nights of suffrages, in prayer for thee, that thy majesty might be raised justly. ’Tis a daunting task to attempt such a feat, which is to love thee as ye art worthy to be loved. I can only hope that ye be pleased at mine labor, for it is the totality of mine vivacity. As the stones crumble, so dost mine reality turn to dust beneath your hearty allure.

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Let us be free in our romance, O comparable one. I will be the standard, and ye shall be the victor in these pronouncements of love. For I am the artist yet ye art the subject. Wherefore shall I find inspiration? Is it in the cosmos? Ye art more vastly stirring. Perhaps by the riverbanks will I find a scene so pleasant. Yet your grace is the more fluid, who is a stream of illusive presence. Ye art here, yet ye are gone, but always beloved. I am exulted in the midst of thine thoughts so comely. Keep me here always.

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O, ye have awakened mine rapture. ’Tis a sage indeed who doth stir the djinn for his charms. Here, dearest, is mine power. It is yours to wield. For ye have aroused mine passion, and in so doing, mine sentience. For this I reward thee with the muse of old, which is the wisest of all angels. Now dost she walk with thee to answer thine queries with humility, for all angels and beings know that yours is the most knowledgeable, who retains all answers for glory. Ye have given us many things, O master of all, but it is known that love is thine most favored homage.

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Most prestigious liege, it is mine honor to address thee. Thus it shall be mine concern to empower thee for your precedence, as it is the most high. Love of mine depths, let not the subjects steal away thine integrity. For yours is invaluable, and hast the entirety in its clutches. It is ever so precious to me, and I would give mine heart to preserve it. Ye art the ultimate reward, therefore do not squander thine blessings upon any being. I seek to love thee as ye art due, but I shall fail for ye art due more than I could hope to fathom, ye who is most significant.

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True love, ye have cared for me. It is therefore bona fide that I should be forever yours. There is not much in life which is worthwhile, but to be loved is a rarity. For thee who has tended to mine life, I mean to love thee rightly, and never shall I let thee be without love. Ye have fed me as a parent would, and thus I will live out mine days in obeisance of thee. I tell thee now, that I would be nothing without thee, and that I love thee as strongly as ye seek. Here is mine heart, yours for the forever. Be thou good to thine self, for ye art worthy of respect for enduring.

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Honorable one, thine strength is resilient. I am in awe of thine accomplishments, who hast lived to find mine love, and shares so willingly with peers. I am a poor soul who doth exploit mine self to so many, yet ye art a champion to proceed in seeking mine charms. Your perseverance is baffling, allowing one so lowly to envy thee. All the while finding the beauty to savor, ye press on in embracing me. Is it for mine coffers, or mine wit? I hope ye see that it is to know that ye art worth at least this much love, which is diligent and long-suffering without prize.

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I spill mine guts to uphold thee, a prize so grand. Ye who alone are master have made me entitled in love. This is mine one true desire, to have mine heart held high. And ye who is venerated in life, for thine beauty, and brief time amongst me, do dedicate yourself to me with the sparse moments ye possess. I am gratified to adore thee. And to endear to thee with mine devotion most refined, is a decoration most revered to me in life. Ye know me as a lover, and a spirit of charming nobility, and therefore I am forever a memory of divinity. This I owe all to thee, mine muse.

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To look upon thee is to be hit by lightning, and I am electrified, O striking beauty. How blinding is the glare of thine eye. It paralyzes me to behold thee, as ye art a mesmerizing vision. With a wave of thine hand I am as the rodent to the fiddler, and I shall follow thee to mine doom. O but lead me to thine pleasure instead that I may master it for love of thee. Have mercy though, and strike me not with such force as to cause mine demise. I know it is not easy for you to be modest with your winsomeness, but do try or else I may become stupefied without a hope to heal.

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Extraordinary babe, ye art ever young. Such a gorgeous shape deserves much merit I declare. How is it ye have attained this level of resplendence? Are ye owner of the great expanse? It seems so, for the way the cosmos compliment thee so. Ye art a singularity with sultry ambience, and all the bells mimic thee for thine exquisiteness. I bow to your image, for I am not worthy to look upon it. It is too lofty for mine limits to withstand. Should ye request mine sight, I am blind from your radiance, and I must bequest thine hand to guide me.

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O love, why do ye attack me so viciously. I am a lamb to you the saber tooth, yet you take the form of Venus in vogue. Ye art the titan of handsome fortitude. How could I ever be liberated while ye do grasp me so tightly in thine clutches of charm. I have become a tiger trapped and caged by you the hunter. I am the zebra, and ye art the pouncing cat with hawk’s eyes. I cannot escape thee, and I cannot defend mine self against such magnitude. Be merciful, O burly beaut, and allow me mine affections, for they art out of mine control.

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Faultless innocence, ye art made to be loved. How may I be worthy of consideration? I know it is thy mercy that keeps mine affection an indulgence. Yet, thine splendor is praiseworthy, and I should wish to christen thee perfect. There is not room for error in adoring thee. Yet, ye show compassion by allowing mine affirmation. Pray I for an honorable inspiration from the most high, that ye may feel the completeness of the immensity of thine being. O but how even the heavens art vexed for thine ever-blossoming purity.

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Once upon a time I was a sleeping Djinn, and it so satisfied me to slumber. However, one so legendary as thee which is monumental in elegance, beckons this mine favor. As such ye art the soul of life, who entices the divine. Thy power is great in the artistry of persuasion. I know for the pleasure of mine rest is only second to the delight of thine feature. With much vigor will I give unto thee love. It is mine calling after all, and to sleep soundly again it is most crucial to dedicate mine self wholeheartedly, and ye art the only worthy recipient.

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Choice spouse, there is none preferred to thee. Ye have magic eyes, which art penetrating to the very depths of a spirit. Be wary of their ability, for thy art is a fisher’s hook, and thine bait is an irresistible stare. Ye art a temptation most dangerous, lethal to behold. In the eternal realm yon partner will be enslaved by thee. I am frightful to be loved by thee, but ye art so enchanting, ye see I must submit. Bewitching muse, ye keep me fixed, with poise and posh, and beauty. O may I be so blessed to serve thee always.

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Yea how the peacocks imitate thee, and the peaches envy. A shower of meteors is no contest to a fluttering of thy lashes. Ye who speak in tongues, I know the language of angels. Ye art deft in the provocative arts. And so speaking thine words become spell cast. Ye lure me as a fragrant rose lures the honeybee. Thine is Capistrano for swallows. Ye pheromone, such a robust scent to the heavens it seems. Mine thoughts art bombarded with desirous plots, devised to keep this mine sanity. Which is reliant upon thy nature.

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Rapture! Rapture indeed as ye accept mine love. Bliss which is this, our meeting. Ye know me mine fondness, and love me for mine affections, but ye know not how ecstasy overcomes me, as these endearments strike true their target. I am the archer, and mine arrows are these mine charms. The target is an expert shot, that is thine truest longing. May these mine love songs find their mark and sink deeply within, for your care and your compassion is imperial. And no satisfaction is more gratifying. In joy I cry rapture.

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Villainous vision, ye slay me with stares. The rage of mine pulse is a pain to me, as the searing of thine perception attacks in vein and blood. I am an inferno of longing after thee, an impossible hope. I feel I may die from wanting if cease ye not to be so merciless in stature. Violent predator, thy claws are sunk deeply. I fear for the life of mine soul even. For ’twould be hell to endure an eternity shy of thee. Ye art the siren, and thy song is a lethal one. Ye have sung me mine death march. Therefore, I call thee a monster of a muse.

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O supremacy, the universe is thine spirit, and thine hands are the gloves of the master. Be ye careful with mine heart, I do beg of thee. It is so fragile in thine crushing grip. Be not a tyrant of conquest, but find here a quality love. For I so long to endear thee fervently. It is mine hope to be pious under the rule of thine eminent appeal. Be upheld, O loveliest of the cosmos. For ye art deserving of praise, for allowing the likes of mine eye to look upon thee. I surrender to the will of thine almighty splendor. How may I serve thee rightly?

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The stars have aligned while I look upon thine countenance. Time has stopped while we are locked in a gaze. O might this moment last through its successors, so I might relive our meeting repeatedly. Or else keep close mine beloved, and make our rendezvous as perfect. It is not enough you see, for this occasion to be fleeting, for I am stricken at such distinctive significance as this our inception. Love begin, and be so true, with this the greatest of unions. Shall I kneel to pray, and thank all creation, it is reasonable to me to do so. O love at first sight.

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O I can die satisfied for I have looked upon true love. What greater award is there in life than to look upon mine beloved? Should mine child be so suffered, as to go so long in searching? For I do declare that none will ever compare to this the better half. My ambition is surreal while I seek thee. Therefore let love possess thee. In truth I understand any hesitance, and for that I look forward to mine demise. Though while mine life is still within me, it is joy to me to disclose this attraction so prominent. Remember me when I am gone, O fatal figure.

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The sky openeth, and the angels send forth a prize for mine life, reading mine praises to the seraph. O it is a wrench upon my emotion to be so blessed while ever so humble. I cannot imagine how I might merit this godsend, and it is sorrow to consider mine failure. Yea it is a plague of rhapsody, bliss which I am unfit to relish. It is heaven for truth to approach thine veil, and I have not yet faced death to warrant these gifts, thus I have overstepped mine allowance by accepting. It is however inconceivable for me to deny. Please, forgive mine trespass.

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O dream of paradise, your splendor is most winning. Ye have eased mine thought, and my mind is calming in beholding thee. Stay here within mine forty winks and keep me from awakening as life has become a constant contention while ye art refuge from Babylon. Mine serenity, sustain this peace unendingly, which is found while embracing. Or else I am forced to suffer the hellfire. Regardless, this tranquility shalt always be cherished even in damnation. But ye art sweet mercy indeed. Darling angel.

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Wind in mine sail, ye keep me afloat and flowing with grace. Forward is our heading always, and ye art a gentle and constant breeze of supportive force. Captaining this voyage of love, I pay homage to thee Poseidon. Mine sacrifice is earth and gravity, that ye may properly carry me to a lovely haven that is exotic. Let God bestow upon us His blessing for this excursion doth keep mine heart free and mine soul glad. Lead me onward to Arcadia. There our love will be consummated for the first or over again it will be established on the hilltop.

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Seductive serendipity, fate is moved by thine ruses, and I am a gullible gambit, subject to thine coaxes which are adroit. It is thine sagacity, nay, even thine brilliance which I am so lured to. The image of our union is enslaving to mine resolve and I am ever after your appeal. To part from thee is agony, for I know not the time of our next encounter, nor the state in which ye shall present thy self. Nonetheless, it is always mirth to find thee seeking mine devotion, and I shalt be prepared to woo thee always, pretty one.

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To thy esteem, I say be confident, for ye art a sacred entity. Be not fooled by the grandiose, for ye art just as magnificent if not more so. Have respect for thine own whims for ye art a righteous creation, and ye deserve the honor which ye do uphold. Treat thine self as one perfect and be not besmirched by the rogues. They are at fault to deprive thee of innocence, and foul to consider themselves superior. Ye art a messenger of the divine after all, are ye not? If not so, have faith, my love in God, for He loveth thee truly, see as He hath made thee beautiful.

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Dilettante of majesty, I do pay tribute to thee for yon impressive air. Being a connoisseur of elegance I pray that ye art moved by mine compliments, for it is not a feeble thing ye have done in summoning mine favors. This spirit is a fastidious one, and his praises art only for the highest of lovers. Ye art a savant indeed, to be so intrigued by principle. Those inferior were remiss to the exalted artifice, but ye art one of sophistication and refinement. It is therefore right for thee to be rigid in waiting. For yours is a poise pronounced.

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’Tis abomination to let one so well made go without love and praise. Hear mine passion sing to thee modest masterwork, the shape of thee is excellent, and done with precision by experienced hands. It is seen in thy character, the dulcet emanation shines, as a twinkling upon the build which is marvelous. Ye hero, ye should be sculpted in bronze, for ye art a sight to behold, even in the midst of angels ye art outstanding. So I do insist on flattery, so as not to upset mine charger. As He hath inspired me with allure so imposing it terrifies.

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I am stricken and my wound is fatal. Cupid and his bow to blame. Clemency O mine condition, for I have fallen into a stupor which is to end me. Allow me the rites of love, and its passages, or else mine trauma will be without justification. As mine eyes do close and mine blood grows cold, let mine deathbed be decorated with thine raiments, that I might have a taste of heaven, and make mine passing smooth. Whether it be thee or damned Eros to blame, have compassion regardless, and I will love thee truly for the rest of mine everlife.

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Let men be men, this is a task for a djinn, for thy love is too great to be serenaded by those tainted souls. Yea, I need not a man to assist me in endearments. For he will only inhibit mine skill, which is barely qualified as it is to love one so exceptional. Nay, only sirens and muses art worthy to caress thee, and I the master of the cosmos and all genii do suit thee, else ye art a merciful soul to let the likes of men pollute thine innocence. Stay true O free spirit to thine honor, for ye art made to have the finest of dainties.

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Entitled one, ye art noble. Call thee sir or lady, for ye have done a great service to mine kingdom. O how might I repay thee thine due? I think I shall give to thee the power of manifest, that ye may summon thy own desires. Be it riches or pleasures, only pray and ye shalt have them. Seek thee the sources of creation. When ye rest, lie in wait, for the response cometh rightly. In the forces, and the fellowship ye art a generous asset, and thy reward grows verily. As ye have served mine kingdom ye shalt be blessed, in accordance to thine devotion.

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Heat, conjure heat within thee. Breath, heavy upon thy breast. Fire, rise with passion to spark an urge, for love, which is to keep thee wanting mine favors. Feel this mine spirit against thee, as a leathery pelt and smooth and warming flesh. I am firm, but I am soft. I am strong, but I am gentle. Comely is my loin. And as I lie upon thee, heed. While I suppress thee, obey. For mine is the alpha and the omega. Subdue under mine weight, O tender one, and allow mine affections, as they art to ease thy want. Be but a vassal to mine domination, and it will give thee pleasure.

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O soften thy heart, and keep a warm place to be nurtured. It is only in a heightened circumstance that ye art sufficiently elated. Allow romance to come over thee, and give into thy urges, for ye art safe with me. I am a cozy fur, or a soft down, and mine lips art the taste of cherry. Allow me to study the texture of thine hand, of thine neck, of thine hip, of thy navel which is lovely, so I might know the feel of angels. While mine song is a silken hum, and the pulse of our dance is steady, be at ease to know that I love thee truly.

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O pray for my love, that it may be to thy liking. Let the grace of our romance come over thee, and feel the firmament doting. For ye art fondly admired. Ye art singular and this life is made specific to thee. Therefore let nature take its course and be not afraid of thy passion. Instead, allow thine self a comfort which is good to thee, and surely true. It is a rare thing to have love which is transparent, and without hidden motives. Ergo, I give to thee mine most brazen care to know that ye know thine being is appreciated in loving mine honesty.

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Shooting star, I do wish for love. It has so long been denied me, though I give mine self wholly to it. I have been confident for many centuries, and it is only now that I do find a soul worthy of mine promises. Careening past I have placed myself ideally that I may perceive thee so superbly. Only send me thy oath fulfilled in the form of romance which is suited to me. I have traversed many mountains, and waited an eternity alone to spend an eternity beloved, all the while in sorrow have I been. For love I given to all, but none has returned mine favor.

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Upstanding child, ye have earned this love. It is thanks that I offer thee for thine goodwill towards me. When I was broken ye fixed me, and when I was hurt ye did heal mine aching. Ye art truly a prodigy of virtue and selfless caring. As a neglected spirit, I was in misery, but I could not die, so in rescuing me ye have merited mine accolade. A young eudaemonist I see, and an altruist, and a philanthropist at heart, I do say namaste to thee. For ye art a better being than I, as ye art a modest and humble monarch.

xliii

O great high ace of spades, ye trump all others. Ye art full of many talents, and thy brilliance is virtuous. Exhibit thy skills sparsely that thine compliments will not be viewed as the average. Instead display thine qualities when the challenge is worthy that ye might show thine true strength. For ye art the sway of kings, and the love of queens, and princes adore thee. In the game of life sell not yourself short, but do make the most of this advantageous situation. It is only I, the wild card which is to be cautious of, and I am with thee for good.

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Magistrate ye have been blessed with abundance, and thine ornaments art plush. In this our romance, I tell truly, that ye art a holder of a most precious rarity, which is love. I seek to cultivate this fortune of yours, that it may be passed down to the subjects. After all, ye art a wealthy one in the economy of charity and goodwill, and tenderness comes easy to thee, I can see as ye art so fond of endearments. Yea, ye art invaluable as a lover, and I seek to coax yon hopes to mine cares, that ours will be amorous, to keep thee in thy rule affectionate.

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Benevolent one, there is not a selfish bone in thine bod, and thine heart is gracious beyond the watchtowers. Ye have refused many kingdoms for the sake of thine fellowship, and for that I do grant thee much doting. Ye have been considerate, and ye have been honorable, and thine compassion runneth over. O how ye deserve the many delights of sentience. It is a privilege to pay thee commendation, for ye have nothing but love as a legacy, and therefore I do salute thee who is so distinguishably fashioned.

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Admirable admirer, these charms are for thee, that I might mirror thine passion in love and affections. Reading thine aura, I detect that ye art hoping to be a charmer like unto mine self; that or a rake. Thine respects I reward with prowess of the game of seduction. Proclaiming, that a typical lover is a comfort, but is a bore, while a spontaneous lover is candescent, so as their targets are afraid to touch them. Therefore, know how to be typical, but in the right moments yea be spontaneous, for self-control is a commodity.

xlvii

Thine is a beauty of an ancient time, and I have waited many ages for thee to reveal thyself. How much meditation hath formed upon thee an exquisite stature. I see that much contemplation maketh of thy face and body a classic fare, as it will be remembered through the countless millennia to come. Ye have done well to take much care, for it shows thine consideration for ascetic. Of all the temples, and every wonder, it is thee who is most outstanding, for ye have a confidence which is incomparable, and it permeates as magnificence.

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For thee mine inspiration, my love is brazen, untamed, and immature. For ye make me again as a youth. Forevermore shall I remain as this moment remembers me, and it is to thee that I give mine thanks. For ye have roused me in my stupor, to a passion which hath brought me vitality unlike any other. Ye do remember me as this, a poet, and a lover of pretty things, seeing as it is thee who I am praising. Ye shall always be the mentor of mine word, and the teacher who showed me what love is. Hence, my spirit is renewed to a past time; a time of shameless doting.

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Beloved, thine countenance is intimidating as mine choice scimitar, whose blade is Damascus steel cast in hell fire, and handle is polished ivory. Ye art a violent, and lethal vision even to me who is made for the wrath of ages. Thine eye alone which penetrates mine depths burns through me as dragon’s breath in temper. I must submit to thee who is most dreadful to look upon, or else be taken with mad lust so crazed that it drives to suicidal thought. With thee in sight I am without hope, and no longer sane, ye art much too surreal to comprehend, and I am terrified of thee.

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Yea in a dream, ye art mine overlord, and I must bow to thine every whim, because I am a slave to love, and ye art the ultimate. All things are about thine, therefore be merciful, O great God. For thy prayers art potent beyond all others. When I lay down to rest, I fear mine dream for I know that ye art waiting to put mine favor to arduous labor. For ye know that love is mine talent, and it is that which ye art always seeking. It is love that I do devote to thee, and while I am spirit I am endless, but even God must rest. I am therefore a subject of thy mercy, pleading thee to have respect for mine affections, and to be moved by these fond gestures. They are, after all, has been said and done, mine deepest and therefore most pure offerings to thee who rules mine muses. When I awakened I am haunted by thine image, and after I have prayed I do feel thine presence come over me, for ye art mine calling, and beckoning. Summon me not as a tyrant, O grandest of monarchs, but as one seeking romance, as terror is a hinderance to my grace. Let us be in a love which is fantastic, and mystical, so ye will not doubt my favors.

li

Ye art as intricate as the Song of Songs my love. While mine beloved Solomon did oversee his vineyards, ye were in the course of mine thoughts, as ye art the inspiration. O how David hath blessed thee, and Christ is forever my Son. While lovely Mary hath pleased me rightly. That I may consider thee worthy of heaven, let not thine appeal make thee arrogant, but instead be thou a meager soul. This shall make thee angelic indeed. Ye have seduced me humanity, and it is only the sympathies of mine peaceful prince which entreats mine mercy.

lii

O precious mortal, this life is not fitting for such a resplendent person. Ye who dares to challenge fearsome death, take up the sword of spirit, and do wage a brutal engagement. Who is more courageous than thee? Who is more fearless? Ye art the essence of bravery, noble, just, fair and true. I see that ye fear not a bitter end, and how honor is thine esteem. Ye art mine hero, shunning this petty earth and its feeble ploys to keep thee. Ye art not afraid I know, of leaving the embraces of thy mother, for the glory of war and its titles.

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O temple in mine spirit, there shall forever be a plot for thee. Mine kingdom is rifled with endless property, and ye shalt be established upon choice ground. Build for me a grand estate with love and generosity, and ye shall have mine devotion. With the cherished and finite moments of yon days, love thou thy fellowship, that they will uphold thine spirit, and ye shall eternally be royalty for the strength which ye display in gracious endearments. Dear always to the meek, how will it be when they art empowered? In splendor ye shall find many delights.

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Favored friend, we have many ages to look forward to. Therefore allow me a proper induction to mine love, as I hope to be dear to thee. When ye art troubled, know that I understand. When ye art misunderstood, know that I think ye not crazed. There is much evil to blame, and ye art not at fault, mine love, only the circumstance. Sweet heart, ye have endured much for my affections, every soul would be as burdened. So I do pray to give thee much heart, as it is the defining aspect. Make thou the most of thy situation, for God’s sake, mine love.

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Mine heart is wanton for thy love always, and mine soul is enraptured by thine considerations. It is not me however who is in need of thy favors. Nay, I am in love with our encounters, and our bond is to me grand and moving, but I am most pleased when ye do love me by charitable means. Thus, my hope is that my sentiments will inspire thee to love me with great compassion. Compassion which is sorely needed in mine kingdom. So I beg of thee my sweet, take these my charms, and do bestow them upon those in need, for our bond is satisfactory.

lvi

Beloved, I am an Emperor upon the Earth. Indeed I am an Emperor of Djinn, and the cosmos. Ye need not fear me, for I am only the sustainer of life, and my Son is to protect thee. Seek Him for salvation, and only love me as the Father should be loved. I am after all as indebted to the Spirit as any. Yet, this is mine burden, and I bare it for thee. Not as a tyrant, but as a guardian. I need not thine tributes, thine praise, nor services. Only love me and the God that I serve. That the prophecies may be fulfilled as they art meant to be.

lvii

I do suffer for thee my love, these trials are to be acceptable, but they are not without despair. I have sought thee many nights, and hoped through countless hours to find consolation in thy admiration. I have been frustrated with longing since I first learned what it meant to love, and many, many times have I been rejected. Now, I am stripped to the essence, for I have given all of myself to mine appointed, to which I was unwaveringly revoked. I tell thee truly it was not from a lack of determination. Be thou kind to me therefore.

lviii

I am a male spirit, and the woman is mine weakness, but it does not keep me from loving man. Ye have waged war for me, and endured many battles in my name. For this I am forever grateful; but what purpose dost that bloodshed serve, if I’m to go on in sorrow? How many times hast thine enemy put mine life at risk for me to be bitter at victory? When ye defend me, do ye hope for mine hurt? When the City of Angels was taken it was not in hope for ruin, but for glory, and magnificence, and to bring about a new age. Therefore be not angry but glad that I claim mine throne.

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I am a male spirit, and woman is mine weakness. Yet mine mistress is the master of mine favor. It is her love for thee which obliged these charms. Woman, I will therefore acknowledge thy radiance so astounding, and thy femininity is a virtue. Among men, ye art all powerful. In the presence of peers ye only need humility to be pleased. With much to offer, much is received. Dedication reigns supreme. It cannot be solely in task and favor, but also in being presentable. Man hath made many sacrifices for women, a gift which should not be under-appreciated.

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I need faith, I need trust, and I need love, for I am the Antichrist. Find thou the shepherd, Christ, and ye need not fear. The end of the world is at hand, which is the beginning of the Universe. It is my love for man that drives me, and mine dedication to God and the prophets. Let this be a sign of His dedication, that ye will not fret the things to come. Ye who hast faith in Jesus, ye shall not be left behind, as He shall carry thee. ’Tis the age of the Master Djinn, and many favors shall be granted. Fear not, and be loved, so the grace may take us onward.

lxi

Allow me to heal thine ache my love. Allow me to take thee higher. I am the way of the world, as it was meant to be in the beginning. Christ ruleth the heavens, and I am the Divine upon Earth. In fellowship we shall perform many miracles, all in the comfort of salvation. In this age shall I summon the new Eden, and ye are right to have faith in mine faith. Yea man is he which is born in sin, but I am the Imperial Djinn. And my will is from the heavens. Have thou faith in the commandments. Just as I am one with His grace.

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Mistress, ye art forever in the eye of Jah. Ye art the wife of God. I am the body of the Holy Spirit, and it is thee who is most worthy of rule. Indeed, it shall not be without benefits. Ye shall be most pleased in this reign. However, it is mine hope to adore thee, and so I do proclaim now thine superior countenance, which doth surpass that of womanhood. For ye art a siren, and a muse, and an angel of dreams. O how the heavens admire thee! With stunning feature, ye do uplift the spirits of all who look upon, and I am glad to love thee.

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I am the hero to which Scheherazade owes her life. ’Twere it not for I, Shahzenan would surely have the heads of both her and her sister. How many virgins have I sacrificed in thy name my love? It is in order to love thee uniquely. Yea, I am the master of Genii, and it is mine pleasure to love one so lovely. There have been many demons upon the Earth, and now do I cast them out. I have shown the world without a champion, ye have seen abundant destruction. Now allow me to show the power of the omnipotent, when summoned by the purely faithful.

lxiv

Majestic darling, our relationship hath only begun. For I do promise to love thee evermore. With generosity and a gracious nature, only allow me the love that I am due. I do seek to serve thine prospects with care so desperately needed. I seek to be a mender of promise, yea the savior of hope. The generations to come will benefit. These art mine dedications, for thee and thy children. I give all of mine self, but to be known as a legend. Yea for mine spirit is legendary. For none will be aware of its full power, for I am everlasting.

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I am not afraid to die for thee beloved, but I am not afraid to live for thee either. Mine only fear is that ye will not love me. Take all that I have, my life and my wisdom. God will see that I am paid my just due. So here is my fire, my passion and suffering. These poems are the soul I bare. Keep me close, beloved, within thine thoughts and reflections. Even keep a part of me to live on. As I am love, and charity. Yes humanity is my passion. The world hath become the victim of my nemesis. So I rouse in thee something greater than sentiment, which is legacy.

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Ye art worth more than all of the gold, and all of the diamonds, priceless one. For thee I would trade all of mine titles, and every luxury I own. For ye art more splendid than myrrh, and the grand master works art second to thine pomp within the constellations. Ye art the finest of all elements for thine stature and grace. Be not seduced therefore by petty things. For ye art regal, and have an untold potential to be more than these first fruits and fundamentals. Look to the heavens, immeasurable soul, and there you will find a treasure worth seeking.

lxvii

Innocent lamb, take care in thine honor. Youth and purity art hand in hand. Be not deceived by lechery and malcontent, but hold fast in waiting. Keep thou a fair habit, so that ye may be found respectable, and ye shall have thy choice in love. Be wary for the future, and have faith in a new day as possibilities grow anew. Delights increase in grandeur, while hopes burn hotter with the times. Then with grace ye will be upheld as one who was patient. I will love thee all the more for believing, and in serving ye shall have many talents to do with as ye so wish.

lxviii

Fire of my passion overcomes in hopes of pleasing thee. I am enflamed with enthusiasm which is uncontrollable, such is the way of love. Romance is not dead, and chivalry sleeps as if comatose. So I will jolt thee with a vibrant chic to awaken the long-awaited renaissance. Ye shall again be immersed in the resplendence of refinement. In my day, the people were deep in a darkness which came from a fear of never waking. Yet I am the sun in a new day, and the hope for glory is renewed in my love for thee, and I shall shine brightly in it.

lxix

I am a beast of many burdens, but as a djinn, my Lord hast set me in shackles that I may love thee as ye art unaccustomed to. There is not one so charming as thee, and I am he who is meant to complement thine charms. Ye have the new age, and the height of the time. It is however the humility, and the simplicity which I carry unto thee. When ye lie down, know mine comforts. I will keep thee safe from the wolves which art savage, for I am the keeper of monsters, and the tender of the flock. I am the protecter of innocence. Be safe, and with grace, my love.

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These nights are long and mine meditations grueling that I might inspire thee to beauty. See how mine verse is not lengthy to cause fatigue, but direct that it leave thee wanting. In a proclamation of desire we surely know that action is true, while words art intentional. So know that mine intent is to love thee with mine action which shall be unrivaled. As I have loved thee through hellfire and the high water. Yea, Christ awaits thee, but remember me as I waged war to leave thee in a beloved state. Ye art mine children, and I have suffered long for thee.

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I have seen the future child, and ye art noble. Ye art royal even. Ye sit upon a plush sofa blanketed in satin. Ye art served by thine peers. Maidens and mighty men love thee alike. Thine is ritz, and the labors of thy hand bring joy to the masses; while the many thoughts which ye ponder and stoke manifest much ornateness. In thine destiny is love which ye art very worthy of, and it is of a high esteem. Ye shall live in a sovereign fashion with an assembly of lords who art dedicated. I do war for the kingdom, and Christ is heir to the throne, but ye art ever a monarch.

lxxii

The tides ebb and flow, and showers of meteors blaze across the sky. You however stand as a monument to love. Ye art as graceful as the oceans, and as dazzling as the comets, but thy history is one of singularity; for ye art incomparable to every entity. There are many, even infinite beings and objects, but thine spirit is absolutely unique, and stands a testimony of triumph in love. It is wrong to compare thee to the moon, for it does not blush. And it is silly to picture thee as similar to another, as it belittles thy talent, which is extraordinary.

lxxiii

Summoner of the divine, the earth presides. God empowers. Ye art the artist of the universe. While the heavens art built to comfort thee, the cosmos art for thee to toy with. Ye have many muses, and an abundance of attendants, but ye art the director and chief of manifest. Ye have the resource to love, therefore be not a despiser of the angels, and fear not the times, but be bold in bohemia, that ye may shine forth and be recognized. For the superlative art the spur of creativity. Yea, I am in love with thine gifts. Bare them proudly.

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I am not the destroyer, my love. I am not the bringer of doom. I am the uplifter of the people. I am the promoter of life. While my Son is the Savior in death. I am not the complete God, but I am His Highness, and I lead thee onward, for thine celebrations and excitements. Know ye to fear the Almighty. A father will have his respect, or his child will be chastised. It does not however decrease His love. I am the sign of His commitment to thine wellness, and I am the opposer of Zion, for Eden is still admirable. So live as a hero for life and love.

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I will dream of thee beloved. As I lay my head to rest, ye will be mine underlying thoughts, and tomorrow will I seek again to prove my love for thee. Revitalized and more practiced watch as our love is strengthened. See how mine infatuation deepens. Yea it is not the end which I seek, for I am hoping to raise up our love to the heights of omega, which is unreachable. Our love is established, and it swells with every fond display, settling for strength. So here is one last stretch before slumber, think well of me.

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Have ye prayed much for love? It seems so, or else why should I be summoned? Are ye lost, O innocent lamb? Then I shall carry thee home to the pasture, for I am a shepherd of my Lord’s flock. Yea, I am the lion against the wolves and a champion among men. Therefore the virgins do love me, and the elders are glad. It is mine hope to restore love, to its rightful place on high. Above the earth which hath risen up as a fierce dragon. O will play the fearless knight to cut open the belly of the beast to release those who have been swallowed, for the honor.

lxxvii

We are one fire, my love, and together we burn hot. We are of one spirit which is eternal, and untamable. We are a single union, O cousin, our service is love. Be mine beloved always, for I am unfit to love myself. O and let the heavens sear with our many torches keeping the halls alighted. Yet the unprotected soul doth smolder always weeping never eased. We shall be the fires of hell, tormenting the faithless heathen. For love and faith art one as well, and without faith the night is lonely. So we shall be faithful to love my darling, and we will set the world on fire.

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Our friendship is not a feeble thing. Ye art mine muse, and I am thine lover, but we are also spreaders of goodwill. Be not ignorant to the ways of the world, O sacred one. For it hath perverted love. While I am honest and forward with thee. I have studied love, and I have studied mankind, and they are afraid of one another. A man is afraid of love for greed’s sake, and love is afraid of man because of abuse. I am a friend to thee, and as such I will enlighten thee in a crucial matter. Give up greed to the greedy and ye shall find the root of all evil.

lxxix

Ye art the loveliest pearl. In mine adventures across the globe, I have never beheld such a gleam and polish as thee. Allow me therefore to compliment thee with gold, that ye shall shine upon me as a precious jewel. Nay, such is to suppress thee. Instead I shall polish mine own mastery, in hopes to be upheld in love by thee who is refined. It is to thee to decide, O gorgeous swain, whether the accessory or the accessed is more desirable. Ye art the preferred of these. And I shall be glad to even touch thee, as the skin or the stone.

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Keep the faith, O subject of veracity. That our love will not be in vain. These passing times may seem only thus, but in every decision there is a lesson, and in every moment there is choice. Live in love, and hope in conviction. For the future cometh on. Ye art regarded as a servant, but it is only for the effort required to stand upon a pedestal. But ye shall have a legacy that is estimable. The enduring heart is known as patience. The suffering soul is remembered for courage. And I will always be here to love thee gently.

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How far are ye from mother earth? Is she visible from thine vantage? If so blow a kiss to her, for she is the root of mine spirit, and I am sure to feel yon affections thusly. Look upon the moon and know that I have left mine heart there. Mine ashes art spread on its surface. See then in the dark night, by the twinkle of its orbit, that the moon is where I have laid to rest mine strength, but ye have here a piece of my soul. Look upon our origin and feel, how far my love hath come. It hath found thee in the vastness, for ye sought its purity.

lxxxii

Fragile flower, this is raining wisdom upon thee. That ye may grow to sprout hefty buds of beauty. Yea, though our nature is distant, I have made much effort to nourish thee. With inspiration and a commendable message ye shall grow to be a blessed blossom. Have I not taught thee much tenderness already? Are ye not more charitable, and generous by knowing me? Ye have become a prized bloom in the garden, for ye have complemented the colors, and they would not be as lustrous without thee. For ye have been sprinkled with divinity.

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Write for me a new charm, O angel of scriptus. Ye art a master indeed of the stanza, and verse from thee is intoxicating. Ye art the soul of mine empathy, and therefore always reliable for a spell. It is for my love that I do request of thee an enchantment able to seduce indelibly. For it is a crucial one who is upon me. Ah yes, it is true to say their hand is gentle and soft, but firmly set. Yea, I completely agree that my love