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Soothing Balm
What a man wickedly thinks is what he is, shall be, was, or to become
Is there a difference unto salvation as eyes, heart, and minds come to seek as one
Or in the guilt of ancient eyes, the reflective of scarred deprivation, time has not healed
The power of the flesh is a potent aphrodisiac the pleasure in the carnal spill
The past is always the swollen intent of the future’s will
A man from the dust of Allah’s image, feeling the inadequate of life
His relations within self, must be love, contentment, or the psyche will crash under mental strain and strife
Unto Earth the sadness of not being in equilibrium with self brings the deep pain
The blues, and then the meltdown in the rain
You may hear me always say, live life, yes to the fullest until the last breath
You cannot run from taxes, and who rushes to death
Be bodacious, propel yourself, and just move
Find your intellectual vibe, and just slowly groove
Be spiritual to your heart
Embrace others, thrive in the light and find your way out the dark
Life is about choices, decisions, consequences, and risks, each cast thy stones
Wickedness is so easy to appease, once too far gone, they heart refuses to atone
The Sun is burning, that magnetism planetary melanin is needed, its biblical, its metaphysic
A firestorm of comets slowly moving within the atmosphere as those dust particle drift
Your palms tell your story
Mine, royal in its ancient Hieroglyphic glory, my esoteric formed from the stars, the planets, divine in its allegory
Mortal Man, were you Ethiopian Simon of Cyrene in the Bible who helped Isa ibn Maryam carry his cross
Or are you of the Master’s blood lineage who hands upon slaves overboard were tossed
Is fire burning in your views of this world
Blanketing civilizations’ minds in chaos, confusion, soothing with diamonds, gold, and pearls
I never indulge the ideology of the swine, not even in my carnal sublime
Holy feet, sacred scrolls, words I give you in and out time
Humanity needs to bridge in times of earthly disparage.
Man unto his Queen, his wife, love each, and if in doubt, find ways to repair a loveless marriage
Artificial Intelligence feeds us our technology daily needs
We are one keystroke of revealing our darkest desires, or we become our own podium as we ask society to watch us emotional bleed
I say the best therapy for any intellect is found in the evolution of praying on your knees
Elon Musk introduction into mainstream his full body operating robots
We are beyond AI and Chat inkblot
Soar the masses' psyches to the moon and then advise us how to keep the world calm
Give us cosmic refuge with words to reach, teach, as a soothing balm
In this day and age humanity needs to look up, nothing down there, but Hades’ chaos, no repent, and I do not like flaming fire
Life is about, passion, rapture, and I am them all, oh, let me not forget universal desires
Do you even have a deep spiritual story to me you can softly tell
I have been to Heaven kissed my Creator Father, and asked for the world’s forgiveness, as I battle demons as one by one, they escape from hell
I hear enough hypocrite’s confessions from my profession and feel enough wickedness echoing from Hell’s wishing well
I try my best to get willing humans including myself to that foretold promised land
And that is the beauty of it, and hopefully comprehended by woman and man
The look of illness, the feel of sickness, and last minutes goodbyes, before tubes are disconnected is where my heart roams
If I am naked, clothe me, or if my knees are planted on a bed of sand
Prayers unto you before your Guardian Angels leads you back into His divine home
“Assalam Alaikum”
Copyright©SKC-2023
Is there a difference unto salvation as eyes, heart, and minds come to seek as one
Or in the guilt of ancient eyes, the reflective of scarred deprivation, time has not healed
The power of the flesh is a potent aphrodisiac the pleasure in the carnal spill
The past is always the swollen intent of the future’s will
A man from the dust of Allah’s image, feeling the inadequate of life
His relations within self, must be love, contentment, or the psyche will crash under mental strain and strife
Unto Earth the sadness of not being in equilibrium with self brings the deep pain
The blues, and then the meltdown in the rain
You may hear me always say, live life, yes to the fullest until the last breath
You cannot run from taxes, and who rushes to death
Be bodacious, propel yourself, and just move
Find your intellectual vibe, and just slowly groove
Be spiritual to your heart
Embrace others, thrive in the light and find your way out the dark
Life is about choices, decisions, consequences, and risks, each cast thy stones
Wickedness is so easy to appease, once too far gone, they heart refuses to atone
The Sun is burning, that magnetism planetary melanin is needed, its biblical, its metaphysic
A firestorm of comets slowly moving within the atmosphere as those dust particle drift
Your palms tell your story
Mine, royal in its ancient Hieroglyphic glory, my esoteric formed from the stars, the planets, divine in its allegory
Mortal Man, were you Ethiopian Simon of Cyrene in the Bible who helped Isa ibn Maryam carry his cross
Or are you of the Master’s blood lineage who hands upon slaves overboard were tossed
Is fire burning in your views of this world
Blanketing civilizations’ minds in chaos, confusion, soothing with diamonds, gold, and pearls
I never indulge the ideology of the swine, not even in my carnal sublime
Holy feet, sacred scrolls, words I give you in and out time
Humanity needs to bridge in times of earthly disparage.
Man unto his Queen, his wife, love each, and if in doubt, find ways to repair a loveless marriage
Artificial Intelligence feeds us our technology daily needs
We are one keystroke of revealing our darkest desires, or we become our own podium as we ask society to watch us emotional bleed
I say the best therapy for any intellect is found in the evolution of praying on your knees
Elon Musk introduction into mainstream his full body operating robots
We are beyond AI and Chat inkblot
Soar the masses' psyches to the moon and then advise us how to keep the world calm
Give us cosmic refuge with words to reach, teach, as a soothing balm
In this day and age humanity needs to look up, nothing down there, but Hades’ chaos, no repent, and I do not like flaming fire
Life is about, passion, rapture, and I am them all, oh, let me not forget universal desires
Do you even have a deep spiritual story to me you can softly tell
I have been to Heaven kissed my Creator Father, and asked for the world’s forgiveness, as I battle demons as one by one, they escape from hell
I hear enough hypocrite’s confessions from my profession and feel enough wickedness echoing from Hell’s wishing well
I try my best to get willing humans including myself to that foretold promised land
And that is the beauty of it, and hopefully comprehended by woman and man
The look of illness, the feel of sickness, and last minutes goodbyes, before tubes are disconnected is where my heart roams
If I am naked, clothe me, or if my knees are planted on a bed of sand
Prayers unto you before your Guardian Angels leads you back into His divine home
“Assalam Alaikum”
Copyright©SKC-2023
Published 12th Dec 2023
Author's Note
🦉Third Quarter Moon: Half of the moon is visible from Earth.
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12th Dec 2023 6:43am
What a powerful spill and in my mind man should stay away from A I it to dangerus as in the film it takes over and yurns on man
12th Dec 2023 3:48pm
the things of the spirit are not known by the flesh of man and we have made our senses our judge and so we struggle so often to find meaning this peice is awesome
13th Dec 2023 6:09pm
