Wierd ~Perceptions

This is not so much a proper blopgpost from me more of a freestyling riff of unkempt writing to get my creaive juices flowing but your feedback is welcome as everv. this is called weird percptions and is about distorted reality and whatever else comes out (ive not written it yet)

Wierd Perceptoins (poem)

wierd percetions round my unique, light worker brain
catching the electric orgasmeme
mother universe vibe
like a star burst weather vein
strange senations like opal fruits, space dust
 and lemonade
doesnt mean im going to insane
infitessimal incantations pumping through me - 
the ferric blood of gaseous planets
 all a swirl: a delerious dry ice disco 
on a super fast train
of this earth daughter's thought
and diurnal eternal astronsut 

wierd percetions what do these mystery messages mean?

a prphecy from the comos for this indigo conduit? 
things arent what they seem

weird perseptions.

 

 wierd perceptions and im not on transluscent drugs 

(unless you count ginsneg and echinashea)

so many mini micropscopic protoons 
and tiny helpless atoms we cant see

the indigo minutaei of truth is out there 

we must seek to find

lost as Altanis's Seahorse queen, 

but bubbling like a cross hair 

of an idea in our minds eye looker

our collective memory from when 

we were one ancient people, co-operating

building mud dwellings and sleeping in trees in swamps 

when we were onLY  A STONES THROW in years AWAY FROM BEING CLAY FIGURINES OURSELVES IN THE HANDS OF GOD'S

painting in cave walls with ochre and the blood of scarificial volunteers that are now mummy's

[Broken watches that were mysteriously fixed by Urie Gellar]

Weird perceptoins toss and swim 

like broken tailed sperm through my evervescent head
mad genius ideas, thwarted detstinations 
and confusion but the glorious truth shall be reborn
tho' corrupt dark forces of the CIA dost hide

their dark doings and evil dealings 

while spying in our minds.

but we shall cojoin our conscousness, 

fullfill our movement with  persistence

we know there are a thousand 

unreported Rossevelt incidents

we shall prove to the septics of area 41s existence

The government underestimates the force of our resistance

for we are at the helm

with help from other realms

weird percptoins. 

  copyright Helene Smithee 2013 
(a work in progress as we all are)