Ass-U- RE.... Upon The Stars

Within the cathedral of remembrance my dewy Creole skin you softly titillate          
My passion, my desires, will be the rewards to thwart a downwards fate            
I embrace as I whisper within the melodies to entice, allure the virility of muscular spines            
Within the pages of my existence, once sought, caught, ruin, mischief, delusion folly, rash action, suffering eludes the destiny of my time          
Darkness I blanket the weakness of thy mind              
I am the light, the dark, I am the good, I am the bad, a Queen kissed by Father Time, the winds carry the whispers of my gentle voice
To uprise in truth and integrity, to whisper mental freedom of positive choices
Safe passage given through the third eye of existence, its humanity gift, our inner divine source
                        
The denial of my mission, is to forgive and then place the head upon the highest steeple of the Roman churches          
Where crows will gage his sight, upon their nightly restful perches              
If they offend thee then pluck thy eye                
What good is a human who do not have wings, and tells the mind it soul can fly              
The tip of my sword, raised in battle, without malice, ordained for disallow                      

A misguided mind speaks the window of tongue    
In its incoherence, we discern the meaning because their eyes have come undone    
In the need of the light, but still cannot feel the warmth of the Sun    
Many will come in His name with sweet vinegar on the tongue
What so above so below, bitter dialect, no spiritual food for thought
The mirror of the soul is not in the telltale signs of those eighty-eighty constellations, do not allow a detrimental intellect of naught under the guise of ill-begot
Evilness behind the mask that has slipped, squaring the mismanagement of the fake news, take the cosmic route, look at the stars and feel, be self-taught
 
No one can ever fit the path of my shoes              
It comes with too many sentiments to love, goals I have met, while give of my healing creed, ordained as my earthy due              
Angels never fear to tread upon the congregation of babbling crow who call themselves the fools              
We all want peace casted upon our heads              
Yet only buffoons squawk before the sunrise, not living in the reality of self to understand what is written or what is being said, pray upon stones, pictures, and evil relics, and still mentally brain dead  
          
An intelligent mind speaks the truth, in advance knowing it’s what the world truly needs              
Instilling hope to the forgotten when dark mindsets of juniority emotionally bleed              
When the absence of spirituality is in hollowness of its thriving seeds                        
            
Wisdom of lineages, of time, of the elements, it’s the secret of life found in my incantations
Not false idols that bring frigid souls no sacred benedictions
Only a vintage surly orator, who waves a tattered Yankee flag so proudly, from my higher view,
Not my related issues, not my problem to solve, not my worry, never has been, and my DNA cognitive awareness is above that to pursue
The pilgrimage of some broken lineages is factual historical account of blood stained hands, which it reeks of cruel history, by enslavement, segregation, degradation
Many may move their mouth to blanket disdain when the mind cannot grasp the level of its own sullen conscious in retrospect, trying at best to soothe a blind or ignorant congregation

Never trust a soul who speaks of the skies but cannot tell you how to arrive, or curses its existence, any seer sees through the blueprint of bullshit inscribed behind wasted energy, what I will tell you, ‘Yes, at times, shit does rise to the top’
However, it still flushes down a commode along as slop
With the toilet paper its own stinky ass was cleaned with in tow
I am the spirituality behind the words, I have the pleasure of allowing your eyes, and your heart to tenderly borrow, in time pain, or in times of sorrow
Respectably so
 
Your heart, your mind, your eyes, treated with the softest care
You can enjoy me in the privacy of your home, anywhere
I never bother with who, why, or what, respect given, is always respect due
Do not come upon foreign shores, I am the Ghost, and I do not get spooked or frazzled, by anyone else’s Boo’s
Taken down, or a stiletto to the throat, from there, you would have to ask yourself, why
Never allow a rused mentality to lead you, when the heart and mind are not even registered in the skies
 
Life forces drained in the sensual rewards of destruction            
Woven and spineless, voices in union, cries, uprise in corruption            
The corridor of my soft awareness, yearns, from the alluring of my cajoling voice            
The road paved to Hell without directions, having no conscious or obsolete to think with a sound choice    
    
    
"Assalamu Alaikum"