From a History of ripe fruit, we toil to find root in a consciousness that rejects our presence in essence. Fitting into boxes, mailing ourselves to be received. Always looking at the other, wondering why our clothes don't fit. Smothering each other to smolt out the shine of the divine..Don't shine to bright. Blaze your light instead of cowering in corners when inside you lies that gold dust. We seek money for validation being outwitted because the jewels are placed in us. Back to that gold dust. And gold don't rust, but our lust for the flashy life does, it rots soul like teeth soaking in candy. But this harm we can't see. Does it taste good? Say it does because it say's so on TV. Who can argue with TV? The commercials create the image, we re create the intention, we then call it traditions. God gave us our lives and until we give all to him. All we will see is prison without walls cause, we don't know who we are.
S. Blue
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Poetiq1der says: Peace and God's Blessings to you and yours...Fabulous insight....Respect... |
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mlowe5 says: Thanks S. Blue for sharing this rhythmic flowiong truth. May The Most High continue to bless you and yours, and all our Black Lives. Peace and Love, mlowe5 |
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