Mirages In The Wind (Heavenly Wind Songs-COTS)

Hopes and dreams cannot be contained by the weeping unto thy moon    
Lust unto the realms of the dark only abuses self when deafness follows, empty cries heard in the swoon    
Watch the shadows of the crown to know within womanhood, love must be given unto self first    
The freedom is in the movement not to allow anyone to box the human spirit and devalue its worth    
Be the nurturer unto the soul of Mother Nature, her tears are the only ones unto mankind to heal the earth    
It is disheartened for anyone to view this realm we call life with childlike eyes    
Raise your pineal gland beyond the offering not found in ecstasy between thy thighs    
Credibility of the mind and heart, cannot be measured by the whispers for the lunacy of which it seeks    
Who gives the time upon this hemisphere the door to the psyche of low vibration, whereas upon deaf ears in the illusion speaks of denied reprieve    
  
Chasten murmurs beg of meager wishes for the heart only to cry upon the air as a heart on open display only left to emotional bleed    
A soul cannot live by the scores in the absence of what it truly needs    
Air to breathe, water to cleanse, fire for warmth, and the Earth to know it shall always be    
The glory of the Id, the Ego, and of the Superego, it’s the elements of our twilight personality    
It is for us curtail and find the path for you to atone    
What good to have love in the heart, to want it cradled when we become the flogged flesh, then our sacred ideology buried like a forgotten bone      
In His image, man’s soul has survived the truth, his justice, love, compassion, it is the root of his Heavenly stories    
As a woman, we are the chased rib, yet found in the choice to allow of his purgatory    
  
It is the wisdom to uphold the regality of self, however, when lamentation to the gust, no one truly hears the love notes of the heart echoing windsongs    
Bareness still lingers without the greatest fear of its planetary when our footsteps refuses to atone    
The sacred pilgrimage to a man’s heart is never found in its easy ploy    
As the Children Of The Sun, we are the divine creation, the bearer to birth mortals, and not to be casted aside as simple gullible mental toys    
It is propelled by the chase when maintaining thy own heart from sinking in the gallows of the dark    
I am the way, the light, and my path is a divine mission ordained by the will of Allah, His work of art    
It is the life I am taught from my footsteps it will always lead    
No matter how you think you can discern or underestimate the will of my creed    
  
Wisdom is what the cavalry of the heart, the mind, and the essence of its characteristics can offer up to the skies    
A feeling once you align the elements of your purpose you shall become a universal whispered lullaby    
The oath of your inner intellectual scrolls and what it offers unto society, in which attempting to massacre a divine protocol as a misguided child without direction, the hurt will always hover  
Tears on display as hands are bind, tongue is smiting, yet it propels to ignorance as it softly smothers      
Evolution the reasons of your presence while you in the now, without fear, since you are here    
Give it wings to ascend, sit back, relax, and accept the gifts from the stratosphere    
I have so much indoctrinated fortitude unto humanity’s mind I must still share in this lifespan, mental charities I must give its just due    
In the window of cosmic time, it does not consist of entertaining the slothful in thought, or give the greater of my goodwill intellect, to the blinded without a cause, or befallen to the egotistical wraith of the naysayer, or fool    
Bow your head then elevate your worth    
Life is about living, showing compassion to the ill, the mentally abused, and the ones whose silence keeps them wrapped in the blanket of their own hurt

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