Re: The Occult Reptilian Agenda and the Council of Thuban
A poem to grok, which was written by me when i was 13 years old. I feel that poetry is an archetype of the soul, it awakens and inspires.
I lift my voice
To the music
And sing with the singers
Life's fleshy song,
Mouth quiviering with the taste
Of Lyrics
Foot tapping the floor drum.
My feelings ring
Through the blue arch of sky
Like winds of melancholy
Groaning the Earth's cry
To become felt as they
Go on,
Singing to a wounded world
It's living song.
I See through minds eye
Visions exploding inside,
Crystal tipped edges of blackness
Draped over white nakedness shining
Forming the figure of the
Venus of nothingness
Eclipsing her skin in it's umbrial lining
Enveloped in a crystal aura,
Amythist feathers ready for flight
Rainbow bubbles
Frothing on wings,
Reflected in this ethereal sight
Are facets of me in a dream.
Raven
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