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Having A Divine Purpose
Smoke and mirrors unbalance the truth of the soul
Cleansing of the intellect is the reincarnation as the Sun is to the rose
What fables can blind men, woman with wicked tongues speak, give weary minds, hope, lost souls beckon of light in their pilgrimage with the spirituality of their speech
When questioning the presence of one’s purpose, yet dead minded to give hope in the deliverance of harmony you both shall one day reach
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, the spiritually weak, a 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 defeating bemoans of the swine
The war of hearts will be commenced by Earth’s manmade tools against the skies
Apparatuses to human beings will be mass annihilation to the great lands and countries where famine is riddled with hunger and swarming flies
We may not get to the promise land together
But the vessel of a soul is comforted in the interchanges of stormy weather
The enigma to life is not glimpsed when eyes are opened
Enlightenment unto the pineal gland must, arise to be awoken
Lineage of celestial 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 seem to be the passage you seek to abuse, misuse, it makes one’s person’s self-love a ruse
Propaganda floating on the crest of life in droves of waves
Within the Grand Canyon the history of my lineage is 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 dark feet casted and brassed
The pilgrimage of my Eastern Star has come upon many moons, the rotations have come to pass
And you question 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
Kiss the lost wisdom of your hidden intellect, false demigods’ tongue, the Heaven has already forbidden time after time
My halo does not sink unto the belly of the beast, a shrine filled with hate
Allow the core of your soul to spiritually elevate
The woman unto the Creator is sacred in her stance upon earth
She gives comfort from her womb to the man’s brow, and greets his soul in the intimacy as their soul manifest in lineages to give life rebirth
If depravity is your direction upon your oath as you stand in the filth of your own malice, shrouded in the darkness of envious sins
May your soul upon your Judgment Day reside and burn in hell with all the other low vibrational Jinns
I stand tall and humbled in my invocations, my incantations, my convictions
From the ideology of Heaven, Earth, and the Sea, the Revelations of my existence to carve into intellects my sacred scrolls upon the cries of humanity, by the blood of His crucifixion
My footsteps upon the sands of time ordained and carried by the will of Allah, His benediction
Unmatched yokes will never gloom my passage to the skies, with hearsay doom
Like the Lotus flower, I will always softy bloom
Go in peace, stay rooted, wo-man, I am God’s universal plan
Too much abhorrence and not enough coherence enlisted by dragon dialects, spewed by those who will never come to overstand
“Assalam Alaikum”
Cleansing of the intellect is the reincarnation as the Sun is to the rose
What fables can blind men, woman with wicked tongues speak, give weary minds, hope, lost souls beckon of light in their pilgrimage with the spirituality of their speech
When questioning the presence of one’s purpose, yet dead minded to give hope in the deliverance of harmony you both shall one day reach
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, the spiritually weak, a 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 defeating bemoans of the swine
The war of hearts will be commenced by Earth’s manmade tools against the skies
Apparatuses to human beings will be mass annihilation to the great lands and countries where famine is riddled with hunger and swarming flies
We may not get to the promise land together
But the vessel of a soul is comforted in the interchanges of stormy weather
The enigma to life is not glimpsed when eyes are opened
Enlightenment unto the pineal gland must, arise to be awoken
Lineage of celestial 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 seem to be the passage you seek to abuse, misuse, it makes one’s person’s self-love a ruse
Propaganda floating on the crest of life in droves of waves
Within the Grand Canyon the history of my lineage is 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 dark feet casted and brassed
The pilgrimage of my Eastern Star has come upon many moons, the rotations have come to pass
And you question 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
Kiss the lost wisdom of your hidden intellect, false demigods’ tongue, the Heaven has already forbidden time after time
My halo does not sink unto the belly of the beast, a shrine filled with hate
Allow the core of your soul to spiritually elevate
The woman unto the Creator is sacred in her stance upon earth
She gives comfort from her womb to the man’s brow, and greets his soul in the intimacy as their soul manifest in lineages to give life rebirth
If depravity is your direction upon your oath as you stand in the filth of your own malice, shrouded in the darkness of envious sins
May your soul upon your Judgment Day reside and burn in hell with all the other low vibrational Jinns
I stand tall and humbled in my invocations, my incantations, my convictions
From the ideology of Heaven, Earth, and the Sea, the Revelations of my existence to carve into intellects my sacred scrolls upon the cries of humanity, by the blood of His crucifixion
My footsteps upon the sands of time ordained and carried by the will of Allah, His benediction
Unmatched yokes will never gloom my passage to the skies, with hearsay doom
Like the Lotus flower, I will always softy bloom
Go in peace, stay rooted, wo-man, I am God’s universal plan
Too much abhorrence and not enough coherence enlisted by dragon dialects, spewed by those who will never come to overstand
“Assalam Alaikum”
Published 26th Jun 2024
Author's Note
Standing proudly at 49 meters on the shores of Dakar, Senegal, the African Renaissance Monument is a colossal masterpiece designed by Senegalese sculptor Ousmane Sow. Opened to the public in 2010, this iconic structure reaches towards the skies, overlooking the vastness of the Atlantic Ocean. Beyond its physical presence, the monument is a powerful symbol of resilience, strength, and unity. It encapsulates the spirit of a continent that rises above its colonial past and strives for an empowered future. (cited 06-26-24-SKC).
Love and Hugs, always,
SKC🙏🏿
Love and Hugs, always,
SKC🙏🏿
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26th Jun 2024 4:27pm
My friens this stanza fits the titel to a tee in my mind just a beautiful spill
I stand tall and humbled in my invocations, my incantations, my convictions
From the ideology of Heaven, Earth, and the Sea, the Revelations of my existence to carve into intellects my sacred scrolls upon the cries of humanity, by the blood of His crucifixion
My footsteps upon the sands of time ordained and carried by the will of Allah, His benediction
I stand tall and humbled in my invocations, my incantations, my convictions
From the ideology of Heaven, Earth, and the Sea, the Revelations of my existence to carve into intellects my sacred scrolls upon the cries of humanity, by the blood of His crucifixion
My footsteps upon the sands of time ordained and carried by the will of Allah, His benediction
26th Jun 2024 6:08pm
27th Jun 2024 00:56am
Kiss the lost wisdom and you will part your lips. As homeward bound ships, enters it's waiting slips. Knowledge is the burning candle the smoke and it's dancing wisps. My Queen your intellect is a blowing breeze, on this hot summer day so cool and crisp. The woman is the wisdom in her stance upon earth. Enters knowledge into her and a nation is birthed. Solomons temple was built by jinns. Yet mankind builds his grave. Stumbles blindly into it drunk from sin. A Queen upon her throne is sacred as the wind. On the wings of wisdom she gracefully ascends Sacred is her sacred her words her pen. The most High has made you his divine vessel as you spoil wisdom update n our heads. I honor you with word. May your days be blessed and sacred in your ever step.
