EnochianSyaire Poetry (3)

Mental bags packed and wrapped in an Imaginary knapsack
Set forth and vacate my vocation, escape my location
and make ones way to the spiritual train station

Ascend and proceed, along a pale rail vortex
immersed in light, enlightened, far from frightened
time is Keine, language none, baggage not even a necessity

Clouds burst, blizzards blow, gales gust wizards know
Crowley, Dee and Lavey
get on knees and start to pray

Monsoons essence felt Gods will blessings dealt
Typhoons play to Gods tune and has every witch dead under the moon
Deliverance thou art our train, our souls in heaven far from pain

A being of thought
cut from the cloth
of destruction and wrath
A soul of the sovereign
gives hope to the goblins
myth and mayhem!
This kid of Abraham-
on skids row
EVIL exists, just to-
let you kids know
Bearing my cross
slave to the lost
In hell praying for frost
paying the cost!

Premeditated massacres-
In life we're just some passengers
evil doers act as us-
tongues a boom bappin rappin drum
Spirit flung from on high,
to flesh level, a deaf rebel
vibrating like a sound wave, vacant as a vacuum
gracious, taking all their thank yous
morphin to some Grey Goose
b*tch bird open up and Swallow
hollow as some Dum-dums (dumb dumbs)
Horror till the sun(son) comes
Green like metal army tank hue
See(sea) Shell and I are Spiraling
On this bombed out beach in Ireland
synthetic Ecstasy got us climbing
Proclaiming to the vexing white foam
Chaotic peace to kill the violence
A piece of pie(Phi) to feed and find-um
a trippy little blot to redefine-um
Annihilate the ego
Soaring like some eagles
Me and you baby!
Bugged out like The Beatles
picking on this flesh and bone
See you in time like a metronome
Let our psychic love be set in stone
and scorched to crystal quartz
Future shimmers in our tear drops
Light drains over the horizon
Shelly baby, I'm just a pest to all your poison