🔵 By Christopher Rowland. Photo by lauragrafie.
When will it end, days and nights of the twilight zone. Like a movie gone insane, my mind long since gone, blown! Once I had mind, so very tight. Nothing could faze me, always ready for the reality fight! I stood strong, proud and tall. Try to mess with my head, you take a hard fisted fall! Then came my first astral flight, into the zones “paradox box”. I crashed into the endless bizarre, now hounded like the zones hapless fox. Soon “set up” for the angelic fall, into earths fire and heard the devils call. Lion with wings and many eyes, was inside my angels, divine heart. Battle sentinel roared forth and slew many demons, from the tragic falls start!
All while I struggled to maintain my reality, grip. All “methed up”, so my mind would not slip, “I slipped and slipped!”
Of the vast importance, inside the Universes many abodes, I had no clue. Simple minded ignorance, compounded and confounded the aware around me, true. That I was a super star avatar and hated by all the wicked, I was scarcely aware. Even as “the three divinities” inside my soul, endeavored their roles, to my tortured view, nothing was fair! For the price of their “strategy” toward winning the war, was my souls destruction, my life’s unjust imprisoned obstruction and existing as a tortured ruin!
As ceaseless bizarre, reality distortions and demented hostiles, surged past my minds defenses. I was lost into the twilight zone confounding of my senses. Soon, my mind and heart numbed, senses reeling, beyond sane feeling. I became an easy mark, for any devils or androids, lark and peeling. I met the family of wicked cretins, who joke fed me, the wicked fungus acid. Causing a death, for my unjust ruin, into prison and tortures, I went, hidden. I became “the prisoner” in the tarot deck of fates, derailed from my prime destiny meaning. Nearly I succumbed except that the divine within planned to triumph, transfigured gleaning. Here, introduced to the divine ones, within me and beyond, I reclaimed myself. As avatar star, a goodly and noble man, with talents of a hearts treasure to give, I am again, true self!
Rather than be “the prisoner” in fullness, I declined most facets of prisoner degenerateness. So then I studied and figured my way back or ahead, sublime! I fought as often as I must, yet also denied myself just violence, as often. As my heart then bled, I won my way ahead, with good sense. Like the tiger lion I am, I pace and pace, in my lonely cell place. Sagacious mind, churning ideas for progress and duty, it became my only solace.
Tortuously I yearn, for all that I lack an need. Burdened as poor prisoner, lonely and loveless my soul bleeds. Each day I strive anew, some measure forward. In hope of liberty ahead, with all o fits joys, I stride as my ward! I will never surrender, my post, in this world so lost and tragic. I am made of divine super stuff, meant to be super tough and I am of heavens magic. So, should you meet me in our new age tone movie, please see me, as I was meant to be and not as the prisoner. I am so much better than my life has allowed, so come to know me and you shall see, the “least of me”, is prisoner!