O servant of The Creator,
You are dwelling in this world
as if you haven't been informed.
You are, by the nature of your soul,
longing for a light, which fills you
with delight.
Your love is formed by the beauty
of a handsome man, when in truth
he is just an empty wandering soul
seeking the fill of his void with a woman
that puts him only in pleasure-land.
My friend, to whom I share my piece
of puzzle with, you are creating a
reality within yourself that is astray and
far from the truth.
What I wish to tell you, is to choose the
promise of The One who gives the
war within the hearts a truce.
What I wish to tell you, is to choose
the ways of The One who perfected
a life for you.
Where I know you will find the wonders
of how time stays in harmony with
His plans you choose.
A follower of the stream is lead to a drop,
as he can never go against it thinking
he will be fought. By forces that forces
you to think in ways they wish you adopt.
When in reality, they fill your blood
with the filth they themselves failed
to clean up.
A filth, that makes us believe the
white mans lies, coated with the sweetest
sugar man will ever find. With a hint of
the honey to make us feel disguised
within their lies.
My friend, with whom I share the same hands with,
what I wish to tell you is to believe
in the reality that defeats the poisonous sugar
in every aspect, in every time.
The reality that with all its truthfulness
has led to the failed ones starting wars
against their own crimes.
A reality that is created for the rational mind.
A mind that calls to defeat the filth and the crimes.
All created by the white mans lies.
A call I make unto you, to not fall into
the trap of the one who has promised
to beautify the filth for us.
He beautifies a "bad" girl, when a good
girl is what the hearts long for.
He beautifies nakedness, when modesty
is what our souls call for.
He beautifies sounds of adultery, and indeed
the one whose soul is pure,
listens to this and subconsciously normalizes it.
When indeed, the realities of our thoughts
call for pureness.
He beautifies the lie, when the truth
is what would save one from calamity.
And all this is fought against with the
maintenance of the Reality, where we
have been given the tools to defeat the
blindness caused by the devils harming
light.
An ally he is to the white mans lies, a fire
he aids to ignite.
My friend, to whom I share the same eyes with,
come to the joy of The Reality as it sets you free,
a liberty that opens the confined eyes to see,
The Truth that causes the swords to finally sheath,
And gives the hearts a place to at last find everlasting peace.
That is, The Way of God.
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You Who Knows Best
PoetryThis is a series of love poems written by me. "May we meet where the eye can find its rest, And where our hearts beat for each other, even outside of our breasts."
