what the heck is your consciousness zip code?

get out of my reality

shoo get yourself gone,

stinking campers.

Dilution is the solution.

purity to misery

peace to chaos

silence to screams

time to give it up!

lounge in peace, truth

sipping tea of the lotus.

floating

above

beyond beneath

superb radiance

drifting with the currents

Why are they here ?

Are you kidding? They’re here to feed.

On what?

Souls my brother, SOULS.

How?

By creating chaos, havoc.

Who pays attention?

Near all here, their lack of harmony

Ignorance is the food source

Thus, they capture themselves.

So they don’t even have to hunt them?

No, they imprint their own souls

with guilt, regret, the sin thing, id,

by then well they are easily consumed.

Walking at gloaming through the old sugar plantation ruins climbing steep rising king’s hill at near crest to hear just once more the voices and wings of the allusive black parrots. I stand as a statue listening, peering, as they move within their jungle canopy unseen.

do not be SO weak in spirit

as to adopt for yourselves

a dark unloving existence

you’re imbedded

Fiona and Yolanda seers as born, fortune tellers by craft, grew weary of the ball gazing, card reading, casting simple spells, collecting the various herbs and rare ingredients, simmering brews, bottling potions, cleaning cauldrons.

All to quell and codify the swarms of wanton humanity drenched in shallow needs.

Closed their practice and joined the rest of us as we together try to create the perfect spell to awaken the sleeping people.

You see we know they are sleeping so heavy a full court awaken spell is required.