In Progress

The chaotic storms of mountain. Made winds and valley breezes. Awakens the soul and wisdom's fountain So as the words are written the pain seizes. Eyes grey as the ice of men's heart Words uttered seem crazy like the island shutter Soul as deep as the tomb of the arch Psychotic metaphor in sync with thunder. Unlike the followed thinkers of past Who Were intrusted to build the future Now poets free thinkers those who could save us at last Are discredited Because the masses are mentally neutered Ignorance individually applied And then through treachery Introduced thru the subconscious mind To teach a complaicent society into self induced trickery