Saints And Sinners Week (Fuse)

Enrich your mind once again, tell yourself you are a Queen, a Goddess in the hue of your skin  
It is considered the first, the last, shall be the first, read the Roman’s scripture of their hidden sin    
The truth does evolve when myths have brainwashed the mind  
Does not the Golden Rule states, to do unto others, and be kind  
It is always a beautiful characteristic to possess when you truly, love yourself first  
My goodness, you begin to see, feel, cherish, all the universal grants for you, you understand the whys, and you come to realize without effort, the soft nature of your cosmic worth  
The delegation of my synopsis is already configurated, the wind will never whisper to the gust where the water flows  
It’s just a waste of time to ponder where it lands or where it goes  
I am the inside and the outside  
The right, the wrong, when dark and light collide  
   
I hear the naysayers  
The diabolical tongue slayers  
The enlightenment of the temple is in self, you are your own team player  
Guarantee by the faith of your prayers  
At least, while you are living and breathing, make sure you write your own Psalms  
That is the time you must discern what energy you thrive on  
   
Within my pages of this Hebrew Goddess' sacred parchment, it is the energy of the dopamine, serotonin, and melatonin, the trifecta to nourish the cognitive of the brain  
In the downpour of rain, my staff may it comfort society in pain  
Or give me the clarity of rebirth in the uprise of Allah’s Kingdom to rule the direction of my spiritual reign  
A Nubian Queen's intent with a soft prowling style    
The flames of a sultry diva that has you beguiled  
The saturation of my mental hydration of the Sea, may this Queen you seek Divinely to keep you rooted in peace  
   
If I traveled to the intellect of those pages through the sands of time  
Knowledge and Wisdom are hard to find  
I have funneled from the winds as I marginalize the stirrings of their elements  
These are the words in your world, which humbly shall be sent  
Beauty is not to the eyes of the beholder  
In your civilization, love and peace is tossed with no regards over the shoulder  
In other cultures, I have seen  
The salt of society is the sanctified psyche cream  
It cleans, it manifests  
It keeps the skin sacred when paired with an incantation before the sunset  
   
The winds tell the soul of each human being  
The hidden pilgrimage of the soul must rely on the third eye of celestial seeing  
You can reach, preach, or teach  
However, you cannot bed the devil and expect God in your heart to lease  
Within the palm of your hand  
Lies the foundation of your psych, controlled by the degrees of the mind  
The secret of the sky is rooted in the bone marrow  
It is the receptors from the vertebra (33 in all) as flying is to a sparrow  
   
It is always wise to evolve in truth to leave wise marks  
To bed phantoms, is a sin that cannot provide that spiritual spark  
Gift the temple with the honor of its rightful place  
The scrolls I present to your eyes, across lands, open your heart let it flow miles and miles  
As you read the sepia pages from the Romans, the Vikings, and of Egypt's Queens who bathe their supple skin in the soothing waters of the Nile  
Different realms in the quantum of seconds, minutes, the Sacred Orator upon the hieroglyphics  
You must listen to the generations and the wealth of their insignia gifts  
   
From The chariots of Heaven have ridden you into my life  
Each dimension of time, I, the Queen of your heart, you shall never unto deaf ears, lark  
Bestowed the presents of the skies  
The meek can tell you where your dreams go, your wishes, your hopes, once they are manifested as chants to the Creator’s ears as earthly lullabies  
Before, I funnel away unto another whisper before this moment, place your own poetic lyrics of empowerment on your own pages  
Allow eyes to read your humbly thoughts as the parchments continue from this discovery in your life, at this stage  
Knowing, you were created, here to be elevated, and here, now fated  
   
   
Thank you, Allah for the gift of my words