Back With Poetry Vengeance

Back with poetry vengeance, Don’t fear this, Transcendence Or from the Abyss? Elohim’s Prince, Or a Demonic Word Smith with written myths? These flames destroy man’s deceitful tactics and machines, Once seen……. Story Rhymes dreamt and told, To the seekers of old, Forging letters, letter by letter into molded gold, From a strong mind design, Atomically Solid, Religiously polished daily, Wise knowledge instead of gossip’s absolute threshold, Installed to the hard drive, And filed to the archive, Thriving components loaded, Aimed, locked on and spoken, For the wisest wise who maximize and utilize their guide, Allies of another kind, Side by side, Third eye activated inside, The mind can be like a hive, This is nice, a system working as a whole, Best way to achieve is knowing your role, Conscious of being consciously aware, Unfolding outcomes can either scare or bring knowledge from elsewhere, If you believe in a Christian god…….. say your prayers, Despair will bring fear and nightmares may appear, Into a common collective actuality, But if you’re self-aware and can’t be compared, To anyone! This is the one hearing with what’s between his ears? Yes given thanks to an unknown source throughout the years, Led by curiosity, imagination bringing interesting concepts, Feeding mechanics of belief into thoughts, Knowing leaves its challenger beneath your footstool, lower levels, It fought a nice round but now the fight is over, With devils within the brain motor, many just see a blur, Learning to learn is the beginning, it wouldn’t hurt to get your synapses going, Conditioned to mundane laymen ways shown to us with after effects, That is what’s showing me we need to continuously question a lot of things, The root problem, bringing what comes next, Smooth moves moving my movements detect different subjects, An investment, wisdom sets the example of a shield giving you some safety, These get in between the conditioned and free thought minded psyches, We all need to be aware of the thief, that strikes and leaves undetected, Knowledge of the tree, forbidden and hidden, Using a psychological tool of deceit and now your purpose is infected, Wreck this because it’s suspicious activity on your viewing screen, In between the lines define the lives we are living, Beamed in or out of your physical eye’s, Our mind seeks to know why which one is wiser, The thought processor flies high to visualize like an eagle in the sky, Can see everything at height with the clouds, and above, Also there’s loud stuff, I’ve had enough, Why do people love society’s unstable ways? That sway the connection of consciousness, lately at a higher rate, Distaste for this foul way of life, I hate it! And I’m not down with conspiracies!!! Is what I see ALL IN MY HEAD?!!!! Or does it exist, covered with ignorant bliss in this system? Creating an illustration, to most are confusing, not using ya third eye, Aware of this vision of another kind, Stoking the flame into rewind, fast instead of slow, We flow and find wise knowledge, Sweet like chocolate fulfilling its cravers craving, Stating what I see with figurative writing, Typing and finding narratives that need saving, Paving the surface of my pathway, Upon a strong foundation, “work in progress”, To myself I pray and stay focused every day. Quincy Mac Date Written: 8.8.2016