So many insights come now. I am not afraid. I see everything is
Layers upon layers of meaning composite conceptual conditioned arrangement yes just an arrangement for the time being just being in time just one looking like fly eyes into so many mirrors dimensions within dimensions
Didn’t Babylon fall when it thought it might reach past the sky to conquer the abode of the gods it had only created for itself to chase? We are insane indeed. Can’t you see all this is metaphor? Those weren’t real people, they’ll say, whose businesses were pillaged. Not real children taken out by strays intended for lost souls left to **** another and another day. Are we willfully ignorant or just born blind? Doesn’t anyone care to simply sit and pick wild blackberries and dandelions? Tell me a story but, with a righteous hero and a holy ending. I am done with the mess of this failed experiment. I want power to be without control. This is power.
I am humbled by the winds. Don’t you see this is the cause - the cause of it all? You can see. Even wind, you can see.
From my new poetry collection Crowning The Self in the Time of Corona for sale on Amazon.
To say that we’re both far from home Might be a bit of a stretch, Since simple roads and passable oceans fail To describe the true distance between worlds Ripped apart so that only faded myths Whisper of how once they were one.
We are not quite Sitting right across from each other In libraries where books scream secrets While we glance up with the silent truth of distrust. We are far from where we should be, Yet if either of us want to traverse past the stars And into the worlds that exist in mathematician numbers And in the dreams we have at night when the other is no longer watching, We need to do more than simply wait for that moment Where our eyes meet once in connection rather than separation.
A single drop of water seems inconsequential, But a bunch of them create alternate reality. Should we continue to hustle where we are? Or should we plunge into the one below where time is loosened and us free of captivity?
The eternal council A group of black disciples All knowing This is why they keep going Determined and outfit It’s a common gift For the people of this cycle Inter-dimensional at a angle They see all, They know all This is why they can’t fall Always been a part, Always burdened from the start Celestial glimpses as a art Frequency is the common key And this is what they teach Where the opposed are the decreased No matter any battle or uncommon disciple They know whats coming: It’s reliable Their purpose lacks evil, its all for the people And any corruption or stolen melanin Cannot deprive the win from this powerful council It’s in the nature, it’s a seal in the paper It’s upon the bark of the brazen tree Where all the demons flee, where the gifted get their energy Like the hieroglyphs upon the source Prepared within the proper course It’s the preachings upon the stars Pointing clues at who the true gods really are Like the truth shown in specs of media The proof of the visible dominator's And the majority doesn’t even know her Just stuck within the grasps of one giant needle Preventing the truth from being see-able And yet we’re suffocating in the air we call breath-able And each day as we unknowingly sin The real pain doesn’t even start to begin From the start, they tried to peel us apart Good from evil, evil from people But the sad truth is: it’s non-separating It’s like we’re all bathing in this sad little craving Of the idea of the “powered” all behaving Thats why they’re sad, they can’t help us Because they think saving humanity is a must This council, this group of black disciples Does know what happens, while the real ancestors are laughing Another great reason to be a part of this eternal council.