Torn Between The Light & Dark Poem by DM W

I am for a subversion of all systems
That crush the wild, surreal flowers of beauty.
I have no time for the pious or the blind.
How I despise the squalid preachers of death
Who deny the vital life force that shines.
I refute machine consciousness that limits
The scope of our immaculate perception
And oppresses our divine angelhood
That denies lucid prophecies & visions.
I'm only interested in those who're torn
By the primal horn; those who are caught
Between the pure rose and desire's bright fires
I'm only interested in those sweet souls
Who sing like birds and play with pregnant words.
Whose inner conflict creates poetry
And art that will echo throughout the ages.