Channels Poem by Joseph M Donatelli

Sanity insanity the conscious mind
Is preoccupied with present time
With I needs and I perceives and
Rarely grips it's reality insanity flips
Mind twists and psychiatric rifts
Tear the fabric of psychic myths
I the empath slips the social pre-pack
And lifts an edge of leaded screens
Of conditioned emotional reaction twists
Come imagine this

I have seen the wind
I could float away
I have seen the wind
I could stay
Im as dead as Cesare
It's just a matter of the day
Vibrant red winds of green
Flow fluidly through my waking dreams
Turning realities as easily as leaves
In my soul of hearts I am and I believe

And we could take a lesson from the rocks
And trees changing slowly through the seasons
Losing a crystal or a leaf as a sign
Giving slowly to the inevitable walk of time
That physical forward moving line of Mr Einstein's
Time time time as mesured by a clock
What designation is it now oh well I've always
Understood it to be now past present-present
Future present all coexisting simultaneously by by
I'm walking through the present tenses of my mind

And if I find you as I walk
We'll both know
Another set of minds has grown
And flown the social prepack lines
For the sanity of the far unknown
Out here where none is troubled by the time
And could as easily be a person as a rock
And in the distance will appear the face of God
And the flock who found serenity
Outside the safe old prison of the clock