“Assalam Alaikum”

If I close my eyes, I can picture the reminisce of Hell and Heaven, as if I was there among the three Kings journeying, awaiting to see a false illusion in a manger
Ancient times is so misunderstood, everyone claiming to be some Demigod or the encircled one in grandeur rites of the five rings of witch hood
Exemplifying to be the best, casting first stones, promising in vanity to be the chosen one, no, it is only an assertion which wallows when the mind is mentally unfit

Resurrecting as misfits, when you are blind and cannot fathom your small presence among the celestial offering is ordained by fate’s shift
Misguided from planetary mystical alliance that has somehow turned off the Crown Charka switch

That sacredness to behold the truth and stand in the light is a rare and unforetold gift
Spoken words from the mind can never explain that galactic drift
I really could care less about amulets, spooks, spells, tarot cards, hexes, curses or when the heart and mind double deals
My oath as I walk upright in obscurity within my Divinity existence is to always heal
Anything judgment upon my cross is from the mouth of ignorant as it so forth spills
Most would say they have the answers, yet to what questions if you are a non-believer
Your Chi, your inner temple are at the mercy of rubbing the Buddha’s abdomen to manifest a dream weaver

Attuned intellects will gravitate through the realm of space, Father Time
Pedestals we give ourselves of our own kind
Yet, we bleed from veins to sustain breath as life and death entwines
Eyes closed, soul elevated
Past the pages of the Book of Revelations
You are in Genesis the beginning of mankind
Exodus mars the strips of the body as we take communion in the blood of Yeshua’s bloodline
St. Matthew the resurrection of the soul
The New Testament tainted by the hatred of the real melanin Jews by Christianity, scholars unconsoled

That gray area is a whole new sphere, just as a second in time is too long
The tick tock of the naked soul, is where the virginal spirit roams
It appears as earth, where you have a Heaven and Hell
Souls battling for superiority, the biblical scrolls will never tell
The Masterful Sinners are the ones you must watch, the taste of your innocence they already have on lock
No rainbow colors to ever foretell the afterlife
Heaven is the third rite of passage when the gray area you surpass from flesh to soul, it survives your being without strife
Ascending to those Pearly Gates, oh what a beautiful sight

Looking down from above inhaling the doctrine The Father-Earth, The son-Hell, The Holy Ghost- Heaven
The Monks, The Preacher, the Theologist and its total disregard to give warning of the number eleven
Chaos, suffrage, doom and gloom, ask the insipid man who celebrates Thanksgiving in the eleventh month
Then Black Friday, Moorish souls showcased as labored consecrated meat, money given upfront
Paganism holidays we give unto the almighty dollar
We worship consumerism ideology, empty pockets we bow, nonetheless, money to sustain the cost of living, is only getting smaller

I tell you no lies, an inebriated mouth is the Trinity which harbors the master key to Infinity
Unrefined, and the chance to be the testimony of our Creator’s designs
No one really knows the truth, I am only being precarious
A soul that has glimpsed into that hushed gray area
The nine circles of Hell it does not exist
If the ideal gives enlightenment to your intellect, then that fable is what shall be, to give you peace if your mind persist

Bringing it back down to earth
If you cannot give me my wings any faster, then your opinions are of no worth
With mercy I am here after the rebirth
Twice they echo of life and death beyond the ecclesiastical of ashes-to-ashes dirt to dirt
I am who I am, I run free, no ancestral chains, I live as I breathe
You may read the brushstrokes my pages veils of me
In this lifetime you will never be able to touch the mysterious of my femininity mystique


“Assalam Alaikum”