Sunburst (Wind)

Smoke and mirrors unbalances the truth of the soul  
Cleansing of the intellect is the rebirth as the Sun is to the rose  
What fables can blind men speak  
When questioning the presence of his purpose, yet dead minded to give hope in the deliverance of his speech  
Trying to ignite the spark of conceivable notions when the heart is leaking and not at peace  
His eyes cannot exult beyond Mt. Zion peaks  
Where is your Holy Oil for the lost wandering sheep  
Give universal rest for the mental weariness and spiritually weak and the promise to the afterlife in the chastisement of the meek  
   
Pray until the divine, we are running out of time, I tell you by the gust of time  
The war will be commenced by Earth’s man-made tools against the Sky    
People follow the broadcast on your soap box, then ask yourself why NASA continues to lie  
No, the clones of his devious and devilish invention he manipulates with the superior craftsmanship of AI  
We may not get to the promise land together  
But the vessel of the soul is comforted in the interchanges of stormy weather    
The riddle to life is not glimpsed when eyes are opened  
Enlightenment unto the pineal gland must, arise to be awoken  
   
Lineage of Gods do not twist the time of his creation  
Man, woman, child the divine unity is found in the agility of benediction to the constellations  
Lessening the mind when the truth is in plain view  
Death and destruction seems to be the passage you seek to abuse, misuse    
   
Propaganda floating on the crest of life in droves of waves  
Within the Grand Canyon the history of my lineage are scrawled on the wall of those caves  
The echoing cries are hollowing on the wind  
Upon the treetops that swayed, unto the neck broken, upon the bend  
Signs of the times to christen unto a new origin  
Of man, when he walked in unity, his dark feet cast and brassed  
The pilgrimage of my North Star has come as many moons have passed  
The sanctuary in the validity of my faith, which will always outlast  
   
I cannot teach the heart what should be there by the resurrected nature of spiritual designs  
Mystical incantations to reach the sublime  
A Nightingale that beautifully speaks the endearment of the wise owl  
History of two nations birthed to seek guidance as to rid the land of man, animal of the fowl  
When earthly whispers no longer in life can console  
The upside crosses of this civilization in the Land of Nod, leads the flock to a deep sinkhole  
   
There is nothing more deserving to see the mind reflection is dark  
Stem cells in my melanin content, where the spiritual realm, l lark  
Sacred Scrolls must be given, must be told  
Reverence of unchained energy is not of old  
To pardon the democracy of Heaven and Hell, as blood still seeps in burial ground  
Forebode and ancestry speaks shh... you can hear if you do not make a sound  
Native land, footsteps branded on the soil by the Moorish man  
You give the world a book fables, with insect, murder, fornication, and adultery, and you ask to hold my hand    
When the Constitution of our forefathers refuse to acknowledge blood still seeps from the vast land  
Where sacred chants from the soil your ancestors stole  
   
Sacred chants you may tell a stone  
Genocide, pilgrimage, ethnic cleaning the stars, the moon, can never be atone  
The Revelation of whips and chains are clamoring from the mountaintop  
Aren’t we all waiting for the great tribulations, as eyes look up for glory, knees to the terrain we will drop  
Natural disasters upon the shores the beginning of trepidation  
I am not the martyr that you should never fear  
My frontier is sky miles in the remnants of fallen tears  
Occurrences from sky wars  
The battle of Heaven, Earth, and in the Sea where the water pours  
   
Do you know who you truly are  
I come from the vines of Israel and Hebrew is my astral star  
What good is a woman in nakedness that does not know her worth when she is clothed  
The femininity of her grace is speaking in the mystical wonders she bares deep in her soul  
We cleanse the properties of our spirits when we are bare skinned  
Birthed into the world from the consecrated womb onto the light of racial injustice, and inequality to begin  
   
A Sunburst    
Bowing to give humanity the energetic manifestations of quantum spiritual rebirth