poem, poetry

Mind blocks

I was told that lunacy is a mind game

No, normalcy is quite the name

Comfortable when I’m in the dark

But the light shown rich heathen mark

Hell is not bound to stay in Neptune

Suddenly the moon is rising to prune

A partner is thirsty of divine love

A lover is hungry for obsessed dove

Of wonder, refuge, and unchained freedom.


Thank you for reading!

◇ Impromptu poem

■ Inspired by Angel Verdicts and Enlightenment readings

2018 January