Saints And Sinners Week (Ardhanarishvara, And Hairy Monkey Madness)

Ardhanarishvara (The Lord Who is Half Woman)            
           
To the elemental winds of fourscore            
Allow the soothing words of my incantation to be inhaled as the ravines and streams pour           
UVersova Beach, Mumbantil , Chennai Beaches, Ganga Sagar, West Bengal, Gujarat Coastline, Kerala’s Coastal Areas, Goa Beaches            
Devoid of divine cleansing to the skin due to being accosted by plastic filth, or leeches            
Mandated biohazard upon its littered costal as salvage and waste            
Not enough purity in its murky depth ‘not even for a hairy monkey’, to understand the destiny of its own ill fate            
Rape, chaos, poverty, poor economics, no cleansing for the soul to see or bathe in its stinking debris            
Knowledge and wisdom have to come from the elements, not wicked words, no more white sheets, the Children Of The Sun, we are awakened to know only a slothful imagination does still swing from tree to tree            
Let’s take a closer look at those false fused genders of Shiva and Parvati            
Not accepted upon Heaven, Earth, and definitely not any sacred Sea            
           
You are what you eat            
A tainted mouthpiece, misguided words, no spiritual rewards, and hard to understand, what we read or see            
A mental twisted vessel who will never ascend to reach            
A stigmatized country, just for human justice, is still begging civilization to notice on its knees            
What have you taught the masses, as I thought, you have not, and you can’t            
Small minded and unyoked malignant chants            
Then why are you here, Ekk Ekk, what is your purpose because your words do not surely teach            
Your temple, riddled with bitter leprosy            
Now that, anyone can see            
           
Blocked a long time ago            
Are you still holding on to that mental anger, because I left you behind in limbo            
Your filthy waters to me just never did peak or flow            
I am for eyes who see, who knows, or elevating their own hope and glory            
Or Karma will bring your purgatory            
I am light, I am dark, I am good, I am bad, I am death, I am life            
Olive branch of hammering            
Be careful which Tarot Card, you pick, that could be YOUR strife            
My Golden Halo Crown does not tilt one way or the other            
Go on, asked my handsome lovers            
             
An immature mind, when it becomes blended with serenity then I will engage it as a beautiful intellect            
Not even a Divine Guardian of Mother Nature, for my soul to have ever felt            
Maybe you need to start a coastal cleanup campaign, I think that would best            
You may see your true potential, those unfasted answers when you do not know or understand why            
That some Earth Angles are consecrated, to give you positive words, for you to try Physically, Emotionally, Spiritually, encased in wings to fly            
You do not have the gift, Ekk.. Ekk, I will confess that to you as being no lie            
             
Promote your mind, find your cause            
You come my way, you will get deeply lost            
This ship is sailing into vast lands of forevermore, too many good souls to navigate not to give reassurances for anyone potential not to reach            
It is no comfort to bless the masses and wish goodwill, with a two forked tongue            
In the Sun it will get burned unto thy will be done            
Man of Earth is made in God’s image, yet you speak your gender bender doctrine’s truth            
No, you cannot, they are counterfeit idols, and being ignorant of rebirth and salvation will never be found in the pit of your contaminated waters, today or never, do not hide your stupidness behind a ruse            
           
Know your worth            
Get down on your knees and pray to a real God in silence that offers the soul eternity, and spiritual rebirth            
That is the goal for any soul            
Ash to ashes, dust to dust            
In my God, a true Heavenly God, within all my trust          
         
Do not give eyes’ gibberish riddles of false Gods with feminine traits            
We are trying to ascend, and, in my faith, that is not a spiritual equate