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Tick Tock

Intellectual interactions that stretched miles                  
Inventor in the mind, praises by the inventions of the hands                  
Mileage by the success from the journey                  
Social reform movements are shaping the face of reality                  
A world of make believe, looking out to a world of cruelty, lies, betrayals, dreams, and disappointments                  
Political hypocrites always want to play the act of being the virtuous, innocent          
The deeds of vile actions witnessed by open hearts, blind eyes, will always be devoid of being content            
    
Sorry is a tedious word that pity invented with no bipartisan intent            
Never underestimate those who you try to scar            
Karma is the fate that hammers in return real hard            
Young and naïve eyes who have seen the belief of ugliness                  
Engaged in hearts of stones  
Is anyone really noticing we are gradually converting to plastic currency  
The government’s rule of thumb is to control the masses and our livelihood to oversee  
Will we become a prisoner of our own needs  
Open your eyes, take care of self, family, and have an emergency plan of care  
No soul should be wandering on the road, no hope, no shoes, and still must survive on polluted air  
                  
It’s a blessing to have pitied and have healed in the throes of sickness and in health      
Psalms soothing to rejected souls who have lost their path along their earthly journey by the way of low vibrations  
The color of my rainbow is found in the helping of my universal healing hands  
The soothing rainfalls of my femininity to indulge positivity across the vast lands  
Wisdom and knowledge are found in the heart, it is also a joyous sound, and it does not come in scholastic measures its ingrained by who is attuned with the winds natural’s sounds  
Mother Earth, just shh… inhale, close your eyes, close your mind, exhale and meditate in the second of the moment, that is what is called the awakening  
To catch the over spillage of my woes when my cup runneth over to hear the beautiful echoes of    
His voice when time is drained by man  
   
Selective intellects refuse to follow, engage, or to entertain  
Encased in the thistles of their own anguished pain    
How dare you ask for life, yet not embrace the afterlife of death  
Ask for joy but refuse to believe in the coming of joy when dark storms have been met  
No faith, no relief in sight    
The crossroads of your faith lingering to the dark, waiting for the light  
Let not your winter of discontent be favorable with riches of silver and gold, the means of your worldly lessons, yet an empty plight  
By the color of segregation in remembrance, glance around, and sigh in the struggles from how long we’ve come where faint voices upon the earth softly roamed  
Unchained souls now rejoicing in the rebirth of enlightenment in a new spiritual home    
Society, we must find ways to atone    
Witnessing the injustice of Moorish lineage in twisted laws            
What is new under the Sun these ancient eyes have seen or saw  
                
Man has the code to annihilate existence                  
And finally, the threat of the bomb gets the respect of the world, no matter what the state of any nation political agenda or his country's condition                  
Is there an afterlife to believe in            
When the weight of whips, chains, gas chambers is our beautiful universal’s origin            
I sense He in the howling wind                  
I hear Him in the roaring thunder                
I feel the displacement of life sadness of His wandering sheep in the pouring rain                  
Can the Creator see the oath promised by the arched rainbows                  
Yet, humanity cannot feel the faith in their weary hearts as blood in vein gives us the rite of passage to try as our life force continues to flow              
That mustard seed is shriveling so fast                  
Its small to the naked eyes, and lessened to the mind to continue to believe
There is peace found within self, for faith to always be received 
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
This is the time to be #AWOKE, no matter the color or the creed. Look around... as I've always, stated this world will always come down to the Have and Have Nots, just make sure, you always have a backup plan, ladies, you are the navigator of your homeship, you best make sure, it is well prepared and well stocked for any occurrence.

Love and Hugs always,
SKC🖤
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