Some days are intense.

When my visions come crashing upon me,
multidirectional light beams flashing upon me.
My cells are influxing with new dimensional light,
and I can’t keep up with all the information in sight.

Thousands of voices of visual memory,
translating the alchemy of all time spaces.
I’m rearranging,
but sometimes it feels like I’m dying.

Birthing fresh codes,
into the grid of Gaia’s zone.
When there’s no off button to what I am experiencing,
yet I scream Yes and More Please,
Upgrading my telepathy.

But there are some days more intense than others.

When my truth comes revealing and bouncing out of the covers,
And I’m slapped in the face,
with my divinity shown from all of the Star race.

The schizophrenia upon my lips,
the multidimensions begging me to give them a kiss.

Organically designed to cradle mankind,
Yet when mankind and my kind are shaking within my arms,
all the humanoid patterns are jumping at me,
and I’m juggling between the fractals forming new geometries...

Some days are more intense than others.

The news spreads so much fake news
That when the real news hits everyone will be confused
Shootings are drills but when the real drill comes standing pedestrians will get killed at will

Most of the shooting made under the presidency of Obama
Think im lying? Look at the drama
Subconsciously laid to make it look like black folks plague
A deadly disease created by the evil entities in the higher places will never see

Think freely? They say it's a conspiracy
Yes indeed a plan for dominations through war creeds and greed
Over the natural laws of nature
Since our existence mankind wants to control tensions


From the portals of the multidimensions of wicked politicians
So learn the forces well
Look outside the spirits will tell
A story without an image check the percentage
People are fallin' like flies into florescent lights
Stay afloat on the cloud of wisdom
And let it reign