Quiet Poetry Lounge : The Last Mission I Cry Let Our Love Join As One

[ASHANTA]

The Last Mission

Author Jacqueline Amos







Within the blood in my eyes,

Tears that stream rivers,

Pain that reflects inferno’s

My last mission upon the universe.

Burning buildings, Screams of pain.

Within these walls I declare.



No doors to hide, no glory to sing.

The mission has finally reach and end.

Prayers screamed in unisons, of the flying images

that links from a place no where to be known.



I raise up my arms upon the heavens.

I screamed oh dear God deliver.

My people have finally brought closure to an end.



Let thou faith to heaven repair the wings,

That expands to the yielding of thy air,

Celestial chants in numbers flows,

Melodies enchanting strain, satin has swallowed my

People within the cloak of his mouth.





The fires of inferno’s reaches for the last brim of air.



The Universe cries, Oh thy almighty god,

Mercy to thee.

Our babies are dying, whom shall we blame, without honor to self, the seeds will forfeit honor in this universe

The mission is now Thou may he live upon this land,

Although you might not see,

Thou art is in the sky.

Freedom yearns, for the resurrection of man,

Pyramids of the universal life.

Treasures that reflect truth.

I women must stay strong.

Spirits created by the ocean, rebirth,

Affirming real things.

No longer for us to decide.



The will to give love, and the will to humble under

the devils rejoice. The will to subside when ignorance

continues to flow. The will to carry the torch, when the

storm appears, fearing not the suggestions of those

blinded by the storm.





I have been murdered through tribulations, but I shall return,

Until my brothers get it right.

The man of wisdom shall hold its own. Through the valley of death,

Man shall not understand the philosophy of a true king.

The mission has now come to an end.



Oh thou scars of my hand, the piece leaves,
thou speaks, masking the roars,
thy singing tree, the whispering of the air,
As the broken limbs, waves fair well
the changing of the leaves,
Oh thou scars, of my hand,
the scars on my back, I carry in the palms
of my hand, The rivers run deep,
Oh the legends, Of self defeat,
thy hands, the scars, of the earth.





Fear not the pain of the realms,

Fear not the blindness of man,

Fear not the corporations of faith,

Long distance plantation shall come to an end.



Corrupted and brutal acts of fear.

Shall no longer be the salvation of your tears.

What secrets powers dose fear controls,

Only an illusion, that clings to the mind.

Proud of my submissive tears,

Fear shall no longer live within my space.



Thy mission has now been summoned to end.



Copywriter 2001

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[$$RICH$$]

very nice work i love it

 

[Bluewater]

very nice scribe
sistah ASHANTA
Peace

 

[msluciousb]

You speak with the voice of a prophet!

You speak with the voice of a prophet.
And some without wisdom your message don't get.
But, flow on with this knowledge for the ages, as I frantically search for your pages.
Knowing that I shall find wisdome and peace in your words.
And in my full armor of truth I will gird.
You speak with the voice of a prophet.
Your words I shall not forget...
Thanks for sharing!

Blessings on Ya House!

 

[ASHANTA]

Blessings my sister as you, as my self, many are turned off by my words, but all come in love, some time tough love is the openning of a new beginning, if I can touch one soul God shall shine his love on me. Many of our sisters and brothers are closed minded. If I would have listen to my parents I would not have made so many mistake. We are the elders the wisdom must come within the light of our children. I am scared that our future generation will become dimised, because many parents and elders don't give a dam.