Designs and Visions

 
it's happening again it's warming up and I'm not feeling good
the phrase spring fever was coined-
to explain the seasonal madness back in the day
I seek refuge but the stars beat down on me
exacting a lb. of flesh from me
while visions bombard my mind

moon driven to see the sunrise again

I am locked in this plane
chained more like
sculpted thoughts I can feel the weight of the cap on my brain

I seek the heavens
I am denied
I try to go sideways...blocked

no one will hear me cry when I die this death except him
not my first confrontation

finally, flying high I reach the celestial council
I plead my case
but my Father, though patient
will bear no insult
he is divine I am captured in the flesh of his design

my prototypes are in my closets
immortal closets once life was breathed into them
they became alive in a sense
some worked as planned, and others had to be dismantled

still, they left ripples in time
I create as my Father before me
my mother is one of His many Goddesses and Pretty Men

he has a large appetite
tell me have you seen him?