The Softness Of The Orchid Flower

I am the wind beneath blowing at Hell’s feet        
When Demons come to the roundtable to greet        
My sword’s tip ingrained in the wood        
No permission granted in earthly rest until the understating of man’s devious plight is understood        
Spells I ordained, your souls blended to entertain        
Who dare deny the force of the afterlife, when it resides in me        
The spiritual prodigy born with a discerning third eye      
My heart, mind, soul manifested to obey unto man’s purgatory just to appease        
Can bridge one moment to the next glimpsed of ancient time        
Reached into history to give Roman its blueprints as the empire fell under trickery’s designs        
     
Can close my eyes and be right there        
Through the portal of astral traveling of the fifth dimension, just like that, through thin air        
Because you cannot see, or comprehend never disbelieve        
Some beguiling souls have locked secrets, only the Illuminati or the Freemasons will ever come to agree        
Faith on lock        
Destiny by my soul can unblock        
Karma, the Creator’s punishment to mankind when the Temple’s arrogance, refuses to stop        
Born in the reminisce of time, psyches to save, and ordained by the North star my existence is well defined      
I can taste, smell, and feel man’s earthly demise        
Hold tight on to my hand and keep your heart pure unto me as we make each our first time        
As surely, I will covet your spirit on earth as the sun in the East shall rise        
       
I predict        
I kiss        
I am the Magician who stars have foretold of its miraculously gift        
Shh… who dares announce such extraordinary they posses        
The snap of a finger to cry in the last breath for one’s death        
I am Haitian Creole it’s in my blood        
Have centered and learned to channel spiritual love from above        
It is exceptional, Revelations, yet Stigmatic’s painful undulation        
I surrender unto the stripes of its beautiful dismay as life moves upon its axis pace        
To inhale such Heaven my skin lashes, tortured in silent under God’s ultimate’s grace        
Hell for you never to taste the bitterness’ or its trace        
For the creation of the human race        
       
I am the one who has a foot in tarnation my heart in the realm of Heaven to balance out the universe        
To disavow human’s progression to submit to a diabolical curse        
No strife within my care as you reside the purity of your seven sins denounced by Heaven        
Within hope I am the one who permits you from the falling to your self-created sin, the unknown eleventh        
Your subconscious when right and wrong is not found in your mental dwellings        
Free will        
The persecutor when not upholding the universal divine oath thy should not kill or steal        
Hope, when you cannot go on        
Sounds for reassurance when your ears cannot atone        
       
The benediction when your mouth speaks degradation, hatred on the prowl        
Serenity, I uphold the light in the calling of midnight, hooting like a wise owl        
I tell you this to keep my Charkas spiritually aligned        
Words are mightier than the sword, as the ocean roars during turbulent times        
I wear the Tarot, Loa rites of ancestral passages, the cradle of Divinity in one hand        
Love, compassion faith, trust, the olive branch of understating to grant virgin intellects across the land        
To judge me brings shame upon your head        
 
No psychological balance given to foolish minds to turn and toss in detraction, immorality has been led  
Yet magistrate me, in not recognizing the stench reeking of your own bed        
When you speak of ensorcelled, the marring of the souls’ worth        
Suffrage found in your loins and wombs never to give rebirth        
If not marked with good intentions, will never come to past of this cruel world        
Hitherto, to unleash my beautiful passion, rapture, lust, ecstasy blessed as my mind softy unfurls        
       
I am the one the darkness bathes in Divinity’s light        
No lights, or cameras will ever be the vanity of my reflective plight        
You can never measure the gift of the rite of passage might        
Some occurrences in life are not meant to be understood        
A moment once encountered will never know the starvation of righteous and good        
I am the stalwart soul in the softness of time        
Hands of wisdom given you the Hieroglyphics can decipher like its dialect tongue was once mine  
 
 
Assalam Alaikum  
 
 
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