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Sktzo
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AWAKENING MINDS

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Moment of your Time

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Allow me a little of your time
To intertwine and combine
My human perfectly imperfect mind with the mind of the divine
As I sit here and recline
As I try to offer you food for thought to take in and dine
Sip on my spiritual wine
No sorcery word forgery
God is endorsing me
Satan in no longer coercing me
I’m now floating in space time
Lyrically treading valleys and to Mt Zion I climb

Zarathustra thus had spoken
Revealed my humanity and then my spirit was awakened
Actually, it has been awoken
Reverberations got my flesh shaking
Shivering
Emotionally quivering
At the quaking of the lords presence
His divine eminence
He is forever present
Throughout my future, past and present
He spoke to me and told me to spew prophecy without being hesitant
So I will not speak belligerent but speak to you with an ever loving presence
For my human hesitance shall slither away and fade
And on that day it does fade
I will create
A spiritual barricade
To no longer have negativity penetrate
I shall infinitely infiltrate
Whimsically and yet lyrically confiscate

The thieves
Those who hide under camouflage leaves
Mocking those who intellectually bleed
In the past I heard His voice
And was willing to take heed
To His divine order & creed
And so I take the lead
Pressing on in this marathon
As I continue running the race of my faith
Without losing the fire and desire to make haste
Fore although not humanly chaste
I accept HIS forgiveness and His grace
I shall continue to remain
At a much higher frequency plane
Although my flesh is of this domain
My neuro-transmitters transmitting internally
Is done more frequently in my brain
To help my flesh continue to remain sane
And it does help to sustain
This
And forever from negativism, I refrain

For not only in myself do I believe
But I believe that if I can conceive and continue to believe
Than ONLY goodness is what I shall reap when I receive

For my reward is an open door
Of open ears
When younger
I was known to be
Far beyond my years
Shed too many tears
Lost too many peers
But then God cut me open
With His cosmic cutting sheers
Thus that is how I remain here

A simple man
With a simple plan
Causing a ripple effect
Because I detect
That in this “life”
We are all willing to mentally invest
Jokingly taking these words to ingest
And not to impress
No mocking but spitting and hocking
Because we all share to lift up and not repress
But we are true poets of a higher realm
And our minds dwell in a pure Utopian garden
And although the narrow path can take a heart and then harden
It all depends on our “chosen” perception
And my perception
Is that we are ALL of a much higher calling
We were once at some time brawling
Maybe even slow motion falling and stalling
But we heard our path and our metaphysical calling
And now we’re united discussing how we tried it
Through stories in our written and spoken word
We have been honest and confided

And digitally
We all have now poetically shared
Because we all show how much we have dared
For each other how much we care
Because we are all soldiers on the front lines
With third eyes open
So GOD can easily see what’s on our mind

For the armor we wear
We all take moments to share
Protecting one another from external forces
Using linguistics and eternal spiritual forces
To prevent others from implanting their lies when they try to enforce this
Or try to coerce their negative energy
Into our digital fortress

Into our mental realm and level
Forget discussing strategies of the devil
I myself have chosen to become the worst human collaborating rebel

For I instigate attack
As I continue to carry my
And other crosses on my back
To press on
And finish Gods plan in my life
Without ever getting a pat on my back
Although I’ve been spat upon without slack
I just crease up my khakis
And I don’t waste my time looking back
Like Lots wife when she turned to see
Into a pillar of salt as what she came to be

I listen and act
With no need to trying to deuce my progress
Into a mathematical track
I remain on track with tenacity and tact
And as a matter of fact
A wise man can learn from fools
But a fool can never learn from the wise
And I guess, that is that!

SkTzO

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