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to cleanse our soul
sometimes words come to us reasons unknown and it is our duty and responsibility to put them down. words are intelligence, even when poorly done. they hold power. power is dangerous but neccesary.
to not work one's intelligence and words is blasphemy to all logic and reason. it is a sin.
i was going to bed when i saw a image in the mind's eye. Astral Projection clicked inside and i spewed forth the following.
i apologize for making an entirely secondary post from my thread and fiction, but like 'to my God' and concerning literate nazism I felt this in me. to not share would be wrong. this felt right. full force and passion is below
enjoy
As I float above my body I let go of law
Drifting high and higher
Dreamlike surreal for this really be a dream
Through the window I drift amongst the trees
Beneath the moon, below the clouds
Searching for some lost something
And I remember my body
Aching in grief and I laugh
What a fool I am when real
I hear a cry not so far away
I go and investigate
I see a kid crying
I do not want back in my shell
But I wish I were solid to lift the little one up
I take a peak and I see myself
Shock, gasp, falling, the ground is in my face
I pause somehow knowing the error of my way
Realizing that many people ‘died’ in this type of scenario
Remembering the rules of mortality dissolve
I recover and remember I have one or two of those rules in this form
I watch myself weep and I am in awe
‘Lynn was born, Lynn grew
but many things he never knew
then his spirit flew, it rose high
to where? No one knew
but Lynn is here, Lynn is near
Lynn is quivering and shaking from fear
Lynn knew the rules of the game
Lynn knew the game had a name
But Lynn was born to break the rules
Lynn decided to make them all fools
Lynn succeeded, his plans went without a hitch
Lynn was thrilled, Lynn found his nitch
Lynn smiled silently then blood flew down realizing he’s a witch’
And the rhyme stopped
This child stared at me but saw me not
Fighting the rules of reality I held my ground
‘I see you, soul
time for you to go
you are not wanted here
Lynn lives in fear and feels you near’
Why did he speak in rhyme?
Why couldn’t I speak in a rythem?
Out of sync or back in the body is a rule
I suddenly flew up faster than light
And felt my body back home
It twisted and sweated and moaned
The child didn’t see me move
So he couldn’t see
What is going on?
A red flare caught my eye and I looked at the kid
He shifted, melted, changed
A shadow!
Shadows, demons, djinns or even gods
Meddle and interfere with humans
Is this a ruse?
‘all apologizes to Lynn
pretending to be a friend
I entered the soul
Took control and now I go’
He was breaking rules
I sped into him and his solidarity
He was amazed and trembled
‘fear Lynn , Fear demon too
I am just playing my part for him to lead a fool
A ruse for a muse he’ll be destined to lose
Murder or main or maul or lame
He cannot control anything
He must suffer and die and be ill
For this is the will of Satan and all of his ilk’
Deciding to try and break the rule, ‘Why?’ I demanded and slammed the beasts’ head
Rules are awry and out of control
This could rip his reality!
“He is a friend of many
And we are few
If we rule the witch
We can kill the bitch who will save him
Look now, hear me well
I am straight from the bowels of hell and the rules are breaking
Lest I not speak in rhyme!
Is so is soiled and maybe mi…. ours’
It disappeared and I shook my head
The rules have changed
And I disappear
Lynn woke up and shivered and looked to the side. He knew he had company of a different kind, but knew nothing else. He sighed and went back to sleep…
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