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“Seen Through God’s Eyes”
To the fourscore winds that wreaks havoc on earth
Manmade blessed oil casted over our inner soul drops of forgiveness in the renewal of rebirth
Is not the wages of sin death
Who without wraith within thy heart, can he or she not cast stones when reaching the thrones of divinity's wealth
I have seen the teary faces when hopes, dreams, no more chances, all seems lost
So many young lives I have been a Nightingale unto from wicked choices, changed in the matter of moments with treating their elements because they had the sauce
Regrets confessed from their mouths, praying, hoping, needing to be reassured they will get better at any cost When did our Creator bless me to see life and the skeletal appearance of failing breaths
Psalms verse twenty-three read in the declining hours to give a weary soul external rest
The same messages upon the dowry of our heads, yet a different sanctuary of time
Plagues, famine, debauchery rules churches’ mind
There is no peace no matter where you go
As sure as the tornado destroys, and the water floods no matter where the rapid streams may flow
This is God's land, no matter the technology found by the inventive hands of man
One breeze, torrential rains
At that interval, you bear witness our lives are all the same
We all have emotions to feel and compassion to lend when we feel pain
Then why is color blindness the name of life’s game
As a healer, I hear those calls when hearts are lying in wait, terminally ill
Worshipping society's sacred temples, speaking your language, your religion is my religion, your beliefs are my reliance to fit the cause of the bill, but still
Does the mind of others ever get fatigue in doing right
Holding on to the last ounce of faith when devoid of human nature to give into the heathens that romances the night
I bow in humbleness unto you, as I am, and through me I will always feel the perpetual devotion of Him
Given unto power to lasso the magnifications of creature comforts which will never win
To mankind without, seems it’s his downfall without an end
Falsehood love in beauty, money, spiritual love tossed in the wind
Vanity lovers of self, money, consorting in the dark on the altar with Jinns
I have hurtled them all, through the beginning of time, to council the
mentally to make the loins of men lust and the sacred divinity of women
adhere to enticement to the temptation of its sin
The first, the last and the fallen ones on earth, the population follows the hidden horns to deceive
My Ankh I shield to the powers to be
The truth it seeps to give credence between you and me
What we stand for, when we ask for more it makes us, or it breaks us
When the blood of our veins in sickness only pours
We cry out in the last hour to be spiritually forgiven
In the perfection of health, debauchery, arrogance is the catalyst when we are immorally driven
No one is better than each other
When we look in the mirror our reflective image is the only one who hovers
No other face from another mother
Vanity is the tool of the Devil's invention, making us self-lovers
I remain docile in my own melanin skin
This old world seems at times no hope, no glory, truth of the matter to self is where we all begin
The good book of fables from the Book of Genesis to the Book of Revelations
Once out the cocoon of the womb it’s the end we are wandering sheep in guidance from the constellations
My own voice, my own choice
In this day and age, no trails to follow, but my own footsteps
It eliminates the time when trying to measure up when no one is ever
considered in life to the best by the trials of life’s tests
We are all one whisper from a labored breath
Tears in remembrance of our presence thy hollow be thy name is all that's left
Pine boxes, cremations, our Judgment Day comes next
Never fear the unknown
Live your life as a melody of your own beautiful song
Energy never dies, our spiritual vessel ascends to be atoned
Déjà vu will welcome you to advise you your spirit once roamed free
Those three phrases of life that is ordained for you and for me
The soul-sister, healer, spiritual fighter, blessed lineage of French Moorish Queens
Let awoken minds speak of what blinded eyes have not yet seen
In the realm of spiritual evolution and the parables of the afterlife we walk in
Every night in the subconscious of our dreams
Awaken to the coldness of opened eyes never to reclaim what the intellect has seen
Is it atheist or blasphemy once off the nourishing and enlightening nipple we are weaned
The afterbirth, the last sacramental rites of passage before our Creator separates His presence from thy will shall be done
The first cry of life to a hellish Kingdom come
Everyone is wrong, life is measured by the greater good, better choices, yet, overruled by wicked deeds and evil voices
We are down here in in the belly of the beast
Whereas Angels fly beyond the stars with skybox seats
I shall kneel in tarry in remembrance of earthly immoralities
To kiss thy blessings at thy tiller of consecrated feet
Close my eyes to the thunder of earthy chaos arousing me to the last feast
of spiritual virginal sheets
Whoever said a sin cannot be conformed when a dark heart and an enlightenment mind greets
Teach the mind and the heart will surely follow
In that single moment of reaching the soul, pride is forever swallowed
Assalamu Alaikum
Turn On The Closed Caption.. And Let It Flow
Manmade blessed oil casted over our inner soul drops of forgiveness in the renewal of rebirth
Is not the wages of sin death
Who without wraith within thy heart, can he or she not cast stones when reaching the thrones of divinity's wealth
I have seen the teary faces when hopes, dreams, no more chances, all seems lost
So many young lives I have been a Nightingale unto from wicked choices, changed in the matter of moments with treating their elements because they had the sauce
Regrets confessed from their mouths, praying, hoping, needing to be reassured they will get better at any cost When did our Creator bless me to see life and the skeletal appearance of failing breaths
Psalms verse twenty-three read in the declining hours to give a weary soul external rest
The same messages upon the dowry of our heads, yet a different sanctuary of time
Plagues, famine, debauchery rules churches’ mind
There is no peace no matter where you go
As sure as the tornado destroys, and the water floods no matter where the rapid streams may flow
This is God's land, no matter the technology found by the inventive hands of man
One breeze, torrential rains
At that interval, you bear witness our lives are all the same
We all have emotions to feel and compassion to lend when we feel pain
Then why is color blindness the name of life’s game
As a healer, I hear those calls when hearts are lying in wait, terminally ill
Worshipping society's sacred temples, speaking your language, your religion is my religion, your beliefs are my reliance to fit the cause of the bill, but still
Does the mind of others ever get fatigue in doing right
Holding on to the last ounce of faith when devoid of human nature to give into the heathens that romances the night
I bow in humbleness unto you, as I am, and through me I will always feel the perpetual devotion of Him
Given unto power to lasso the magnifications of creature comforts which will never win
To mankind without, seems it’s his downfall without an end
Falsehood love in beauty, money, spiritual love tossed in the wind
Vanity lovers of self, money, consorting in the dark on the altar with Jinns
I have hurtled them all, through the beginning of time, to council the
mentally to make the loins of men lust and the sacred divinity of women
adhere to enticement to the temptation of its sin
The first, the last and the fallen ones on earth, the population follows the hidden horns to deceive
My Ankh I shield to the powers to be
The truth it seeps to give credence between you and me
What we stand for, when we ask for more it makes us, or it breaks us
When the blood of our veins in sickness only pours
We cry out in the last hour to be spiritually forgiven
In the perfection of health, debauchery, arrogance is the catalyst when we are immorally driven
No one is better than each other
When we look in the mirror our reflective image is the only one who hovers
No other face from another mother
Vanity is the tool of the Devil's invention, making us self-lovers
I remain docile in my own melanin skin
This old world seems at times no hope, no glory, truth of the matter to self is where we all begin
The good book of fables from the Book of Genesis to the Book of Revelations
Once out the cocoon of the womb it’s the end we are wandering sheep in guidance from the constellations
My own voice, my own choice
In this day and age, no trails to follow, but my own footsteps
It eliminates the time when trying to measure up when no one is ever
considered in life to the best by the trials of life’s tests
We are all one whisper from a labored breath
Tears in remembrance of our presence thy hollow be thy name is all that's left
Pine boxes, cremations, our Judgment Day comes next
Never fear the unknown
Live your life as a melody of your own beautiful song
Energy never dies, our spiritual vessel ascends to be atoned
Déjà vu will welcome you to advise you your spirit once roamed free
Those three phrases of life that is ordained for you and for me
The soul-sister, healer, spiritual fighter, blessed lineage of French Moorish Queens
Let awoken minds speak of what blinded eyes have not yet seen
In the realm of spiritual evolution and the parables of the afterlife we walk in
Every night in the subconscious of our dreams
Awaken to the coldness of opened eyes never to reclaim what the intellect has seen
Is it atheist or blasphemy once off the nourishing and enlightening nipple we are weaned
The afterbirth, the last sacramental rites of passage before our Creator separates His presence from thy will shall be done
The first cry of life to a hellish Kingdom come
Everyone is wrong, life is measured by the greater good, better choices, yet, overruled by wicked deeds and evil voices
We are down here in in the belly of the beast
Whereas Angels fly beyond the stars with skybox seats
I shall kneel in tarry in remembrance of earthly immoralities
To kiss thy blessings at thy tiller of consecrated feet
Close my eyes to the thunder of earthy chaos arousing me to the last feast
of spiritual virginal sheets
Whoever said a sin cannot be conformed when a dark heart and an enlightenment mind greets
Teach the mind and the heart will surely follow
In that single moment of reaching the soul, pride is forever swallowed
Assalamu Alaikum
Turn On The Closed Caption.. And Let It Flow
Published 19th Sep 2023
Author's Note
Reposted poem, I thought it was fitting for this video, and used for entertainment purposes only, therefore I do not own the rights, to make any monetary or profitable gains from.
Poem First Published 31st Jul 2022
This is a very powerful video.. please watch.
SKC
Poem First Published 31st Jul 2022
This is a very powerful video.. please watch.
SKC
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19th Sep 2023 2:55am
A deep and profound work of artistic verse! Truly intense... Also, outstanding video, thanks for sharing that as well!
Much respect!!!
JJ
Much respect!!!
JJ
19th Sep 2023 4:24am
Thank you, my Sir Gallant Poet for taking the time out of your own intellectual creation to softly celebrate the poetic endorsement of mine.
The overwhelming words somehow was quite fitting and promoted the degree of having faith, the windows of religion, whereas it should manifest to uplift the glory of anyone’s faith, in these trying days I will only say from my eyes, humanity must start discerning occurrences with that third eye of enlightenment.
This is the first I have ever heard of this artist, in essence of his broaden perceptions, he really has an interesting outlook on global related issues centered in spiritual awareness.
I do hope your day has been wonderful, filled with great positive offerings, and whatever they were, I truly hope you enjoyed the receiving in merit and with humbling thankfulness.
Have a wonderful Tuesday.
The overwhelming words somehow was quite fitting and promoted the degree of having faith, the windows of religion, whereas it should manifest to uplift the glory of anyone’s faith, in these trying days I will only say from my eyes, humanity must start discerning occurrences with that third eye of enlightenment.
This is the first I have ever heard of this artist, in essence of his broaden perceptions, he really has an interesting outlook on global related issues centered in spiritual awareness.
I do hope your day has been wonderful, filled with great positive offerings, and whatever they were, I truly hope you enjoyed the receiving in merit and with humbling thankfulness.
Have a wonderful Tuesday.
19th Sep 2023 6:14am
Deserves more than one read through. Favourite line taken from this:
Live your life as a melody of your own beautiful song
Live your life as a melody of your own beautiful song
21st Sep 2023 7:48pm
And you now make two.. and that is a glories compliment bestowed, thank you for reading and the admirable badge of honor, by the choice of your words, very much appreciated.
I hope by the lateness of the hour in UK, your day was filled with divine offerings where they will and could be utilized as universal rewards to you and to share among others.
Enjoy your Friday..
I hope by the lateness of the hour in UK, your day was filled with divine offerings where they will and could be utilized as universal rewards to you and to share among others.
Enjoy your Friday..
my friend this line is the one that hit home with me and is the heart of this beautiful spill
This is God's land, no matter the technology found by the inventive hands of man
The video was awesome
This is God's land, no matter the technology found by the inventive hands of man
The video was awesome
21st Sep 2023 9:08pm
Thank you, my friend, and for taking the time to read.
It has given me great pleasure to catch up on some of my comments, so I can be more attentive when you read mine, much later.
I hope your day has been as you have planned and embracing for you to sit and relax in that vast backyard you have.
May your Friday be uplifting to you and accommodating to your presence.
It has given me great pleasure to catch up on some of my comments, so I can be more attentive when you read mine, much later.
I hope your day has been as you have planned and embracing for you to sit and relax in that vast backyard you have.
May your Friday be uplifting to you and accommodating to your presence.
21st Sep 2023 10:37pm
19th Sep 2023 11:47pm
You know Sweet Kitty, you probably don't remember me or my writings, but one has to say your a force that if you were a storm you'd cause a lot of upheaval, folk would definitely have to stop and take stock.
I admire your scope, I also admire your wit your imagination but mainly your fortitude.
You are a Rock Star...
And like many rock stars you keep producing the goods..
I'm enthralled by you, and your writing, know you to be a novelist.
You intrigue me grammatically.
Love , peace, respect blah blah blah
I admire your scope, I also admire your wit your imagination but mainly your fortitude.
You are a Rock Star...
And like many rock stars you keep producing the goods..
I'm enthralled by you, and your writing, know you to be a novelist.
You intrigue me grammatically.
Love , peace, respect blah blah blah
21st Sep 2023 8:00pm
A beautiful, composed intellect is never forgotten, my love, and it is always precious to the memories stored.
I am so gleeful to read your words of gratitude, it gives me comfort to know you have been well in your absence, and that is a cherished feeling I gladly will express to you.
Thank you for taking the time to rest your thoughts on my canvas, in that wish, I do hope as your eyes turned away, you were inspired to do something or unto others, say something and from you I know it will always be positiveness.
Please do not be a stranger, the world, and I will place my name in the forefront, misses and needs those serenading words.
Enjoy your Thursday, be good to yourself and to others, and may a fantastic Friday greet your presence, always.
I am so gleeful to read your words of gratitude, it gives me comfort to know you have been well in your absence, and that is a cherished feeling I gladly will express to you.
Thank you for taking the time to rest your thoughts on my canvas, in that wish, I do hope as your eyes turned away, you were inspired to do something or unto others, say something and from you I know it will always be positiveness.
Please do not be a stranger, the world, and I will place my name in the forefront, misses and needs those serenading words.
Enjoy your Thursday, be good to yourself and to others, and may a fantastic Friday greet your presence, always.
20th Sep 2023 1:32am
21st Sep 2023 8:09pm
Now that I will agree to my handsome poet, Spiritual Deities have always been the silent voices of old that we seek to guide us though the darken days of time.
However, what we have to do is learn to intently listen as we look at the signs of time.
Thank you for that opening line it was quite fitting and serenity to my eyes to read.
The day is still young, therefore, use it to your advantage, enjoy the weather, socialize, and just relax your presence in your surroundings.
In the essence of the moment, have an awesome Friday, in all you do.
However, what we have to do is learn to intently listen as we look at the signs of time.
Thank you for that opening line it was quite fitting and serenity to my eyes to read.
The day is still young, therefore, use it to your advantage, enjoy the weather, socialize, and just relax your presence in your surroundings.
In the essence of the moment, have an awesome Friday, in all you do.
22nd Sep 2023 2:26am
