A poem for Obatala-Obalajii-Kimathe-Jetta

the power of white magic has lived in our people for so long, there are times that we forget that there is another magic that is dark. you have taken me home to the nights by a barn fire on the island, on the hill of alto sano. music whaling people dancing and island rituals being performed, for love, revenge, peace, and good weather for the farmer. I have not thought of this in a long time or the guarding that is protecting me. as you know I can not mention. I stopped believing a long time ago. Even in God, but it was an educated choice.

Eddie

enjoying to read
fathoms of seeing
the visionland
wonder

Thank You

This is awfully hard to understand. I'm having a bit of difficulty placing it in my mind. Probably most of the words are foreign to me. A little background will help.

Also, check this line
"inside a Harlem Botanical shops"

I think the article "a" should be removed. :)