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'the cries of the sacred'
Lead with Love
A blessing for you
I came within a body not truly my design
of the making of men in black and divine
The heavens made sure to fix any damage and oddities done,
area of 51 hot under a grand sun;
I had always led with love;
I remember being hungry my whole life
never truly being fed, but giving hourly
and making lemonade out of lemons
a daily strife
I did the best I could
but I am tired now
feeling I am done giving
to what falls upon deaf and numb
of such heavenly love
I tell and show the heavenly dove
- I am tired of sitting in hunger and my voice is cracked
I can give no more, I have not a place
this kind of strange place of darkness and warped souls
they live in lack and fighting for fake false and misguided lies;
they beat love silly here,
they sell, trade what is rich and pure oh heavenly seed;
the big bad men hide in secret and hurt all the ways the little and pure
are simple and light, and all in need
Such supple souls live in fear
and scattered to the wind
when none seem to care,
distracted and corrupt -
I hear you children, I tried so hard,
a place like this will change your soul;
the little ways you use to love, are buried and buried deep
within the ways you live now
and you beg for food and beg for love
seems like a strange and lowly place
of warped big men that have no grace;
A place of balance and hope
I was meant to bring,
daily I teach, and daily I sing,
bringing what I can and still not heard
the songs of the heavens and one of a bird
pure and undying love follows me
into the night where sirens ring a chord in C
A place where the messengers are not truly heard
they devote their lives and pray in dirt
they give and give until there's nothing left
the so called leaders and rich in heft
care nothing of truth or valour or nobility of the sweet
and wisdom of high order
they stomp their fat feet -
they scratch their round smelly bellies,
looking longingly at the little girl
and hope she will not squirm when they try to go there
what a place to haunt the sweet and caring
what a place that silences the truth and pays the hate
what a place in which you sit homeless and alone
of such prayers you know of none
- none but a hand and no one came,
when you called for a piece or crumb and what is of vie
I will no longer beg for it is not of my soul
I will not beat this drum for a stage solo
I do not care to be known for what none cared to know
I am not of your kind and what a sad story for you
used and sold, traded to black market,
they abused all laws, and they raped this pure artist;
how can you say you are one that cares,
when you do nothing when a sweet one shares,
unconditional and pure of heart -
I led in love
and divine in art
I care not for none who beat
the belly of greed and ego of cheat
fake and ritual your lives away
I told them father and they gave no sway
my intent was daily and purely in heart
all I did was give, and not 1 tart
all I spoke was truth, and left for nothing
they took it all in spell hazy and how dare I
get up; they claim me crazy
I am tired now father
I cannot give
I have nothing left
I beseech you such;
I am happy with what I have anchored to soil
the children will know and follow my toil,
the children will be have a sweet lullaby
I will softly sing and protect them at night;
I will sing from far far away,
I am done here now- this crazy silly play
where hate and greed rule and fat men dictate
the women are no where to be seen
except in chasing 'famous' dreams
clad in nothing and sold as whores,
the children left crying and
doing chores,
never being heard, never being seen
the sacred sweet souls I know how mean
this silly dark place can seem at times,
you will get up and I know in time,
your skin will toughen and your words will pierce
the false and corrupt and their bellies will burst
-sing children sing, I have anchored love here
the light and colour will glow beyond your tears,
the day I left and the times I prayed
I hear you children,
I couldn't stay
the schemes and plots, too many to count
they raped my soul in such torment
I tried I came and spoke of pure truth
cruel and unusual they blamed and rebuked;
of what god said 'tell it now and share it wide'
haunt the sweetness of such pure pride,
I hear you daily crying for food
they send in temptress and men of trade,
to derail and deny you of your basic safe place,
hoping you fall and calling you trite
I hear you sweet children, I hear your plight,
I heard all your prayers -- lift me to another tear
they silenced me long ago -
and now I rise before their ego
My song is held deep within you too
oh sweet child remember 'you,'
I pray and sing for your pure and honoured soul
never give up and never be told
you dont matter and your not 'standard'
or not this not that
who wanted to be such anyhow ?
- you are perfect in you
never bought, never sold
they tell lies until
they walk away free in their crimes
a silly and daunting place
toughen your skin, & never loose your grace
I believe in you and you will change this space
The door only opens for those in pure hearts
I tried hourly and I gave daily
and never seems to be enough
always a test, and always a loss
tired of this place - the bet is a cost
too high for me and I am done trying
living in hunger and watching it fall &
the children keep dying;
the fat men speak and rant and point fingers,
the women chase money and shop in denial of being false and fake
while the children sit in false fate
I hear you children its so not you
this place is a silly dark place learning anew
this place needs leaders like you and me
beyond the corrupting and silencing
I once was a rare and sweet child too
Now I cry and write and dream of food
a hungry soul is not fed in hate
I tried holy father
please bless me my fate
sing to me oh mother of release
I am tired of this silly place; I sing for sweet peace
They stole, raped, and lied beyond
what any can carry and still I am your song,
these big fat men, still lie and rape
their little groups and cults, of covens world wide in hate,
denying their place in the extinction ride
Epstein like selfish fools
they have no clue their fate in their own seedy dark drool
yet here I sit not eating again,
the memory of my first plight here
my mom forgot to feed me that day,
and I asked, I pleaded, and I then I prayed
I sang daily for this place to change,
I counselled torn parents and lying elders of grain
they refused to heed, nor hear, nor care,
this silly place can change a divine sweet mare
Unicorns of sacred rare and true -
I traversed the cosmos for such a brew
drunken in love
with none but me
I will love myself over bowing to 'they'
I am but a song left lingering in the wind
I tried children; never forget to sing
I left this place a little more loving
I did what messengers do and now I am giving
myself a new home
a new ride and a new place
it beckons me so and in all my grace,
a lightyear away in a strange and equal space
it loves me there and I never have to beg for food
I do not seek love it finds me every time,
I am at peace in simple radiant chimes,
I do not fight for my voice or bare minimum squalor
I do not have to protect my energy or work, or offering
I am loved here and it is a place I know you will find
deep within where I will chime
never give up and remember to laugh,
this big silly place is but a rhyme and a riff
you will get up, I know this of you
I lived here once and my songs are true
poetic and honouring of all sacred life
I led in love and left in strife
but in my song I am sweet and loving
pure and sacred and precious of the giving
that is how I will be remembered,
better than a black web stock trader of raping
sing me your sweet cosmic lullaby
oh pure child I heard every cry
I came here a wise old soul
tampered, silenced and magick'ed away
tired of this dark and silly place
look up to the heavens and thats where I will be
a sweet lady singer
lifting all crystal seed this way,
to thy nigh ends
to thy to thy
remember me in this heavenly game
I came In love and left again
You cannot grow with nothing but hate
they silence the truth and suppress the great
In love and light I am done with this place
along to a new vibe in pleiades awaits
I will not grovel nor beg for what has always been mine,
I will not fight nor compete nor love deny
for what God hath made, and God will lift
Up and away to new realms and where I sit
singing sweet light songs and gifts
to all that align align align
Prophets anew
hear my song
you are treasured and your cries are not wrong
heed your inner light, there's never a higher knowing
love yourself first and let go of the ego
there will be riches beyond what you can imagine
living your best soul
song in growing
evolve evolve - its who've you come to be
a blessing in truth of mavericks like me
Messengers of hope lead and come in love
its always been the way
And so be it
I hear your cries oh children of light and seek the sun within
I am that I am
I heard every plight
I am Celeste
The Galactic princess
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