His third eye is invisible in the physical as he talks of what it sees
in dark lands and seas
He's considered lyrical and spiritual, he sees death lurk and blow
like breeze through parks, sand and trees
He sees death coming from afar through the Milky Way and stars
Its beauty, the epitome of Lucifer before his rebellious fall
He sees its descension at the speed of light in the direction
of the venal societies
Casting its lustful eyes on the weak and might
and even on their propriety
As it comes through the clouds, it brings the end to sunny skies
The earth quakes in every town, and volcanic lavas burning wild
Graves reopen, the dead return to life from gloomy dark coffins
Noises coming out from the catacombs make dogs start barking
Pallid skeletal beings all marching into one direction like a ghost army
Or like creatures coming out of scriptures in the Old Testament
who're most harming
He sees the Prince with a golden crown,
escorted by legions of angels descending
The unprepared wear frozen frowns on their face,
freezing, now comprehending
He's born blind and had never before seen except with his third eye
He warns that the time is nigh, coz that alone can he see,
But nobody stands by to listen when he speaks
The last line of your poem really speaks the truth about how people treat the wise ones who see with their innervision.I can relate to this poem.Thank you for writting it Beautiful imagery and very well carried through.I gave you a ten.
U kip coming up with this ill stuffs and i think am gonna sign out. u gat bunch of good crazy imagery filled poem only emotions not words can describe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really an insightful piece of poetry written with clarity of thought and mind. Focused and factual. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.