Psychotic visions of a world yet to come
Greed, rage and anger, damage undone
You tore me from the vast open sky
Did I choose to surrender and cease to fly
How much time are you wasting?
A lifespan of fragmented dreams
Tasting
A voice that is yet to sing
A stage that is yet to grace and bring
Tears from a broken chalice
Snakes and spiders roam free
In the evil future of this broke down palace
The visions I had were of nature vs machine
Science taking over palm fortune
It isn’t the answer
Supreme
River was all in my mind
Yet why was it so real and where did it come from?
The images, stolen from the translucent stars
Changing colours resembling the rainbow’s mask
Metaphorical wonder of spoken word
The poet’s dance finds her feet
On points solely spinning in flight
From lives of past and future all now
Preaching wisdom in an ocean of plastic
To think a generation are here
To save the zillions of grains strewn across the beach
I’ve mirrored my life through doors of galaxies
Chiselling wood and forgotten fantasies
I’m bouncing on a diving board
Yet to dive in
Not knowing if I’ll ever touch the water
Full of sin
Or is it?
Maybe it’s pure tranquility and bliss
A tornado of hard work and failure
Only to keep swimming
And rise from the ashes
The Phoenix flies through every spirit
And object known to man
Luminous crystal echoing through quartz
I know my purpose but I always run
The damage of drugs to my fractured brain
It’s not enough anymore to go insane
Roam the universe and find your astral rhythm
It’s a prism in a vortex kaleidoscope
A paradise floating naked in water
With waterfalls, gorillas and butterflies
Treasures amongst oceans’ forest
What will it take
To focus your mind
Away from the socials
And bias propaganda
Go your own way and find your beam
Gymnastic perfectionism
Your later life’s dream
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