Sever the ties between Reality & Fantasy
And get tossed into Cyclones of Wondrous Realms
vision is No longer recognized within its boundaries
Perception comes from the Mental - 'An Invisible Eye'
Born through both Dark & Light - Suspenseful...
Intense glow overriding the senses - Flesh Folds & the Cold Depths grow
in cavernous Form - Displays of matter yet Swarmed by 'Double Tongued Toil''
Unspoiled and Fertile is the soil - Awaiting Seeds of Relentless Renegades...
sewn into the ground & soaked by the Devils Rain
self sustained by the Reign of Pain..
In Slime or Sand 'The Final Stand' is a Primal Dance..
in which Mans Revival is Not a Sham
plots & scams from well postured commands...
Absorb energies through Thought Transfusion - Mental Mutations
Eventful Amusement - Intense Flowing Patience - Gruesome Basis..
I'll Groove with Basics - Choose The Ancient Road - Escape The Matrix!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
between reality and fantasy, good write.