Ah, these visions
Rambling fragmented pieces
Hinging on the fringe
Of nonesense
And some sense
Flood over me
Like a barrage of waves
Crashing against the shore.
I am succeptible to these
Perceptions, a meandering
Between Dreams and Reality
Come to me
Freely -- at any time.
As the seer of the
Unseen and seen
I transcend from
The psychic to the physic,
Often I'm tettering between the
Supernatural and natural,
Lending itself to tendencies including
Uncontrollable babbling,
Awkward outbursts and
Constant delusions coupled with the
Fact that I am a
Happy, health, well-rounded, sensible being.
No oracles,
Crystal balls,
Tarrot cards,
Magic wands and hats
Or wizardry
Do I need
To travel to a land
Far from my backyard, to
Live in a utopia, to
Be where, what
Or who I
Want to be
All that's required is a
Little determination and perspiration along with
Creativity,
Imagination,
Inspiration and a
Love of Art.
There are those
Like me who truly enjoy
Conjuring up places, people, ideas,
Thoughts, experiences and
Emotions that impact people's lives
And touches Souls
Call me crazy
(a mere discussion of
Brands of symmetrics)
If you will
But there's nothing
Else I'd rather be than
Last longer than immortality as
Poets and Prophets.