Thought Producing Sparks

Grab my pen for some strange and let loose, Mysterious activity, Stonehenge hidden truths, Boosting the brains roof with rhythm and funky grooves, Improving thought producing sparks, Hidden but released from the heart, Outsmarting light and darkness, atomic quickness, Removing the minds distress and subconscious mess. Opened up to visions of visions, witnessing negative conditioning, living within it, surrounded by blind human beings being ignorant dimwitted earthlings, why? Third eye seeing reality as it is, or is it a dream? Am I channeling higher thought through story rhymes writing idioms? Your systems don't run on this level, where the devil and light battle over the control of upheavals, The opposite to evil? Are you? Am I? Is this all an illusion flying by and gone? I want the answers of higher questioning looking for truth! Miss understood youth climbing roofs to find skate spots, I don't know alot, but I seek out jewels of wisdoms, From imagination coexisting with rhythm I write them, Without blemish, missions of word searching or straight from the dome? Wiser written patterns writing unique philosophy unknown to Rome, Mystic code, quick with power from the summit unloading flow, Those who follow the inner teacher reach knowing from observing, This brings serving your learning by seeking wise knowledge, Stiching my self back together, Im not saying you have a better life, Devising an enticing writing, reviving ancient word play in layers, Dirt occurs to be a top player, Important to understand the language of the world, At a later date we may make it, Alchemist word tribes combined find fine lines, not for the blind, What kind of writing is this pouring from my vessel as I sail, Oceans of end less waters, deliver me mail from the almighty mailman. Quincy Mac Date Written: 5.8.2016