by Adrienne D. Poole

Created on: November 22, 2008

I don't like the hard

Cold edges of structured life

I prefer life that looks like the

Philosophy of Aristotle or Socrates'

A little less prepared

An existence more discreet

Metaphysically

I detest nine to five

Rather to arrive at cosmic times

Jump into a space time dimension

Glide and flip through other worlds

And observe history with different conditions

But if you inquire

I may drop pearls mystically

Gems from the lightworkers

Seeds from stars

You know the essential me however

Spiritually higher than mars

I hate the desk at which I reside

The black terminal that holds and bestows

Emptiness like the black hole

But for the programmed ones

They require order to exist

To tell me the snow is cold

Or how and where I fit in

The chairs I sit

The papers I flip

Are so damn useless

An endless attempt to simulate order

In a prison where chaos is a square box

A place where my octagon

Will not fit

In

Their paper currency I detest

The sum attempts to define she

I secure my abundance from the Universe

My wealth

I manifest inside me

My eyes are watching the tick

When it tocks reminding me to

Eat to sleep to breath

Time is a machine that lifts my breath

And lulls my chest

Into the hypnotic state of utter mess

When you see me I am not here

Or aware of your stares

It's my body that resides in this dimension

My mind has left this continuum

I live in the haze of Damiana smoke

The past time I took a toke

It flew me away to my home

In my astral Body my zone

Of wish fulfilling trees that bend to my deeds

And cures me of all my

Egotistical and psychological needs

And I say to the leaves

Rescue me please

From The hard cold edges of structured life

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