Slithers of Prophecy

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