Went Astral

I have been doing a lot of Astral projection, along with simplifying what seems to perplex people about "things" that we give "intention" to that has our "Attention". And I just wrote this on a break

Why aren't these people learning the bridges are burning / drowning in debt under water couldn't buy air with our earnings / freedom is a lie, the American dream is fake / voting is a lie, time we dare to be awake / where you been all your life? Distracted by BS / Elite higher power wanna take us down, we next / the lower class, same road repeat history so we going past / having hope and faith in false idols and we broke in half / coping hardly on this planet in bodies filled like garbages / 
Aftermath of all this war crows sift through the carcasses / or two billion bodies stacked high, view the mountain / few even knew they were doubting finding the fountain / of youth, no we need a fountain of truth / my consciousness is yours also watch the hours reduce / While these cowards refuse to give up any of the power they use / our's is showered the roof so bright we ignite / with no fight we give fright back without invite / insight is justice now they wonder what we are from / the star one the spiritual particle of a God son / and they ponder if I am beyond one or many / these aren't tricks up my sleeves, I respawn their envy / behold while I work miracles around the agenda / as I astound the pretender bring down the contender / remember I became the position of a champ the moment I made my camp / the moment I came they chant that I am, from a stance / cause no longer will we be put down like lesser beings then them / I wrote this before I left my body and didn't hit send......and went astral...

Author's Note

I don't do much of the editorial stuff, this is RAW, and written fast, it can go from I get this, to wait he just went off topic, only to circle back around with a point. It is what I call free lance poetry in a moment of innovation with words from direct emotions

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' While these cowards refuse to give up any of the power they use / our's is showered the roof so bright we ignite / with no fight we give fright back without invite / insight is justice now they wonder what we are from .. '

Ran through this, feeling its power.. reads like an anthem.. a rant in a hurry knowing where it wants to go - up there ready to be seen.. heard..
Perhaps.

[Chase Dylan]

I am absolutely into this style of writing, mate... It is THE ONLY way I write when not publishing online... The raw smattering of non-punctuated flow... I revel in it... I love rapping... I am pretty sure EJ sent me this, and it does not disappoint, hah... A straight blast of mystic energy... Sick lines, man...