Writing Game Is On - Part 2
WRITING GAME IS ON
Part 2
This is from, the divine consciousness communicating, but you are misinterpreting?
Hits like a sting from an insect with wings always on target,
You know I have the advantage, this is an avalanche that will put ya in a trance,
Advanced Freelance enhanced by knowledge of Satan,
You know the Tree of the knowledge of good and evil, is it pagan?
My mind maybe lagging, or freeing up the information I don’t need to acknowledge,
The strongest traveling traveler over universes of data stored, yes consciousness,
The fullness in bloomed rooms of thought bought by curious minds alive, high,
Outlaying a play, maybe the pharaohs wake within their tombs, zoom I display,
Poetically generated by energetically charged ways, stay awake boom electrically relayed,
Ya faded, faded, faded…… I state this, state this, state this,
As I face this head on, strong I believe I have made it, with a mates kiss,
I thank you, not leaving a trace said long lives the hated, what a late miss,
This with a twist insisted by the rhymes that gives clues unassisted, ya missed,
Wished ya could find decent rhymes invested with class and intellect, always go inspect,
I say it again and again, words repeated but reside deeper than deep that you think,
Blink, blink, blink, blinking and thinking linking one reality to another,
This can be a disaster to the unaware, they scare easy, busy and don’t care about our Father,
They are laughter of ignorance and bliss, dismissed concepts deleted before understood............
To be continued..........In Part 3
Quincy Mac
date written: 7.12.2015
Copyright © Quincy Mac | Year Posted 2015
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