I hope I'm not violating some sort of posting rule, but these keep showing up. This one was in my dream just now. Idunno WHAT I'm on, yo... The Seer The Seer We dance to the rhythm of dreams Different in scheme Stuck between the real and Reality Speak truth through fatality Immortality Casually saddening Finality We behold the pale horse And Evade remorse As the perceptions of the day Become acquainted in dreams Fade into the scenes, I Try not to cry, I Hit the ground twice But can’t not see We ask not, want not God pours through We Stay in dimensional limbo He did this to me Weeds finish through me As a nightmare escapes I dare awake, and Write where its fate Has a light fair gait Born of grizzly pate Through the dungeons and purgatory Fights dared in hate We are the prophets of heart Emotions abound Those are the sounds Of the hope filled abound. I write because my heart Is compelled by it. I can’t stop. My thoughts are repelled my it. I see, feel, hear, taste And smell by it. Perceive the world with my pen, Escape cells by it. Stand in the fellowship of men And fair angels in bloom Angles of whom create Infinite space in a room Of antiquity Time is here, no past or future That’s the route through which the soul Must pass to suit the Needs of understanding Demanding sometimes on man The Capacity to finally see his dreams. I remember night scapes When I awake and I relate To try and make the night awake And denial fly away. We as poets owe a duty to the world of readers Future seers borne through our words as breeders We’re the Way the heart is heard or seen Worst can be the loss of heart’s purity We’re the soldiers in the night Bearing boulders of light On Shoulders of might With the Onus to write Verbal Onanism Sinful if we spill forth our wisdom Never to be read, never to be heard or forgiven Speak, fair poet, youthful muses and scribes You can ignite your youthfulness through truthful delight. Shout down, vintage sage. Speak once through your eyes Give us the might of wisdom from your decades of site. This is the right and true path of the poet and seer Who holds a power and a burden through the purpose so clear.