Patrick Villareal

Rookie (10/27/93 / Rancho Cucumonga)

Third Eye - Poem by Patrick Villareal

Third Eye

My third eye remains fast asleep
Holding a third world buried deep
Within the peak of a misty mountain
As I thirst for a forbidden fountain
Longing to fear the snows white
Stored under unnatural might
The clear valleys tempt me so
Inviting my mind to nestle and grow
The snowy slopes smile upon my entry
With prickled hairs covering their base
Shifting upon the coming century
My third eye rumbles, I must make haste!
And prepare myself as the forest departs
As untapped energy jump starts
Upon falling chemicals; raining where realities lie
Trashing my head, awakening my third eye.

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  • Rookie - 5 Points Joshua Fegley (2/25/2013 2:32:00 AM)

    Awaken the Pineal Gland. They have us all dumbed down. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 24, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, February 25, 2013


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