The sounds of the soul, sings I shall not stay within a tomb, which lives by its own accords, to implement the sedentary of the devil, I shall remove my self from the toxin cascaras that shelters the soul of resistance, to follow the laws of the earthly Gods, breaking all the laws of God. The soul has come from sacred grounds, the touch of the almighty who created the form, as the toxins that enters the body and soul, shall not live, within the golden cup of diversity, which has become corrupted by a universe call earth, the mind rejects, the blood sleeps, and the vein continue to flow, through abomination, the earthly Gods, who dictate man life;
The spoken word, screams of unison, Genocide to kill the innocence of the gentle soul, I shall not die, Oh say can you see, by the darns lynching, of inner self, The trumpets will never, march on my death, I dignity, I self respect, I shall never, be shackle from truth, of my legacy, self worth. Why do you cry for the cage bird, Who sits upon the night, Deny self of a mind, will never take place, Knowledge contagious, infected with truth, Never shall I give up my dignity. I am he, whom thy seek, Thou gravest love, From thee, who gravest me. Taste the scent of instant defeat consciousness that fall upon my feet, The cycle continues to change The jungle of abnormality, fortunes of no inheritances, grains of dignity without growth. Battles of the walking dead each moment of thought.
I sought the essence of peace, the calm heart, prisons before the dark, the thoughts that shivers, among the who am I that lives upon the forest., the heavens open, with the song of great thoughts, flashing storms below my feet, Mind upon mind, spirit against soul, Denial upon suggestions, legally binding the concepts of mind.
The cancer of death, betrayal of a lost soul, trying to find self, The cage bird sings no victim song, He look upon the earth, He knows his space of sanctuary, And would not be captured by the beast, Dignity to man, if not kept safe, belligerency, shackles, deny my self of a mind, Ringing the chimes of inner death, Give me dignity are give me death, hatred of a memory, conformity, to another mans pledge. Hear the bellowing sounds rising up from the depths of humanity, Life is death, death is life, crying out to the soul of men words spoken, being placed in discord, words of peace. The soul of a poet, Life after death. You shall embrace the words of ancient times, Through the universal space of mind .The peaceful place of integrity. Perhaps, you will hear the words, of calm, written from the poet within. The toxins of suffering, the sleeping darkness, the soul that rejects the formality of deterring ways.
Love calms the inner peace; I shall live, as my words, spoken with love. Poet after death, my words continue to live on. Darkness has no power off my pen. I live within, the words of a poet, death shall not, stop the spoken words, Life is death, Death is life, Poet the prophet of spoken words.
Spirits of thoughts,
the birth of wisdom,
Spirituality, understandings,
Creations, life, death, love,
cries of the earth,
God that lives among, us all,
the evolution of men, the man,
the great tool of civilization,
which he stands.
Deterring, the responsibilities of mankind, the one, who stands behind, the treasures, of wisdom, knowledge and understanding of great love. Sanctuary of all God's begging, the honor which is given to God, not taking any glory for self, sing the glory, of one creator, which is Allah our God.
Words not needed, the human kindness, of the spirits, thoughts to conform great men, Wisdom, Knowledge, Understanding,
words spoken from the heart.
Its not man on the mountain,
but the mountain, within the heart,
Oh I have traveled the world,
the glory of thy thoughts.
Intellectual compelling
of who's who,
and it's contributions of the earth,
spiritual laws,
which feel, my cup of the universe,
empowerment of understanding,
precondition of man,
which thirst for God's throne,
holy retellings,
without fulfillment of the soul.
My eyes, are blinded,
by the rising of love,
The mighty the power,
has no honor, if the light,
has no halo of it's thoughts,
There are many of great wisdom,
knowledge of God, labels have no entry,
in my God's house,
You are not judged,
by the sanctuary of your temple,
upon the earth,
great men are the spoken words,
of God's love,
The turning of the door, the lights that shines, the light that brightens in the creators eyes, It's not for man to do for self, the ego's must be left, within a shell, releasing the glorification of man, Only the spoken words of God.
The evolution of man,
I am just a spoken tool,
The wisdom, which creates great men.
Highly accessible, of the spoken words,
preconditions, of holy dwellings, A wise man, claims no glory, the tool which is used, the making of great men, philosophical speeches, attaining spoken words, empowerment of understanding, delivering great love, I the mouth, the spoken words of God's love, I the hand, the opening of the Universe, I the feet, the battle field, that cry's freedom, accepting the missions, within self,
Conventional understanding, no power over the initiated realms of God's grace.
Moses' the humble and the meek. A man who lead great nations, the tool of God's house, The energy, that revolves the energy the manifestation of great love. The spirit that create great men, must come from the womb, the deliverance from heaven, Meditation the solutions of leaders, the balancing of the spirit an flesh, Moses' who was enslaved by nations, the color of his skin, which man still, will not mention, un-balance of the spirit, the redeemed and the lost, who walks with the assumption, to be the man of great wisdom, spiritual laws of the universe, magnetism of great wisdom, the words of the mouth has no weight in the creators house, Balancing the spirit from the flesh.
