I am as I am

Most people seem to think I'm crazy,
possessing mind so sick and hazy,
its not my fault that they don't see,
and hear the things I have since three.

I don't see much, anymore,
at times my blockage I abhor.
But from my mind, the visions pour,
and my spirit form, they soar.

I can not say what they mean,
their true meanings I don't deem.
I won't lie and say I glean,
much acumen from the scenes.

My gift is not interpretation,
others find the imputation,
I strive for the revelation,
existential intimation.

We are cosmic congregations,
trying to form our new nations,
ones of greater acceptations,
universal proclamations.

Try to banish limitation,
find personal inclination,
introspection, incubation,
maturation, adaptation.

Its time for invigoration,
banish the indoctrination,
I will cause much perturbation,
caring not for reputation.

You need some good meditation,
spiritual resuscitation,
heart and soul stabilization,
cleansing of contamination.

Join us, collectivization,
it is reorganization,
such strong diversification,
soon there comes great escalation.

 [to be continued]

Form of Light

The other day, thought I could see
my form of light and energy.
An immortal being set free
of these mortal furnishings.
Like a rainbow i did glimmer
as my body fiercely shimmered.
Glistening across the spectrum
such beautiful harmonization.
I wield a flame of truth and light.
Framed with my emerald might,
I will preach and i will fight.
With my wings i will take flight,
through the day and through the night.
Red giant held by golden chains,
what are the consequential gains?

Images flow through my veins.
I long to know all of my names.
Care not for riches rank or fame,
seek knowledge before it wanes.
What do all the visions mean?
Do i swim against the stream?
Everything around me seems
to be so full of suffering.
Times soon come where we must gather,
for the ever looming battle.
Trust yourself unless you'd rather
see the end of all that matters.
Most say I'm mad as a hatter.
They can not fathom the chatter,
of the great cacophony,
the symphony inside of me.

Attack of the Legion

The gate's almost ready to fall,
still no one answers the call.
Army gone, just me alone,
'gainst the tides i am so prone.

Head is spinning stomach churning,
everything it tastes like burning,
bitter bile spewing forth,
hear the screaming of the earth.

Laughing legions tearing at me,
ones these eyes just can not see,
ah but i could hear them well,
screaming from the depths of hell.

Body shaking like a seizure,
head is splitting like a fissure,
drink to try and block it out,
fight with geologic shout.

Lights dancing before my eyes,
demons screaming horrid lies!
They try to press me to the gate,
"unlocking it is your fate,
already you are far too late,
your hand is all it really takes!"

But I refuse and how they rail,
with unearthly warbling wails,
there's no choice I cannot fail,
our universe so very frail.

They are not demons per say,
more like cosmic eth'ral fae,
that want to see us in our graves,
but we will survive the fray.