The Tempest

My head is a box of secrets My nerves are tuned to my dreams If I could change this sorry world and were to tell you of my plans I would speak a universal language If you heard my message and came with your own secrets and dreams I would be invincible I am the gentle voice of Peace, the the living symbol of Harmony Friends resonate with my energy My head unlocks the mysteries of life from where the source gushes I need the power of generosity I need the art of forgiveness The old house haunted by false deities all at once fell down. I found miracles in the dust, said to be the hope of things to come A good and abundant spirit Ah, for a power to change psychic forces My lady, the God of Storm and Frenzy is on the move Mama his occult nature frightens me. I am nearer to the truth My poetry is an instument of grave importance Goddess, I am- but not exulted The nerves still strain for this sorry world My wit is a power for change Sweet mama, I have seen the shadow I have been generous I have been forgiving. But still the world revolves around hatred Frighten off Wotan !!! the unleasher of dark passions Until Heaven and Hell collide let there be no talk of Archetypal fate. I fear the notion of a collective unconscious filled with psychotic types withdrawn from reality. Goodness must overcome - mark my soul