Fish outa water

Just a fish outa water. This was pianted by a friend at lovely party featuring the most beautiful canvases. The artisit is here http://www.jessicagregory.net. However the poet is here:

Divine Madness

I have been a worm against the wall.
I have been warned against my call.
I have been made small
under the thumb and flat on my back.
I have whined and writhed under attack.

But today, today I say: Enough.
I am done looking among the blind
for visionary paths they cannot find.
I am done sitting among the crippled
who cannot walk in the spirit
The day has past when they can cast
me down in the pit of psychiatric pills
The day is done when I try to become
as small as they see me to be.

I am a Believer.
I’m in super vision of the supernatural.
I have seen the white light
that shines from my eyes
and I will not hide.
I have witness to the pillar of light
that pours in and out of my crown.
I will not sit down and pretend, no.

I can spin balls of light in my hands.
I can push that light into skin
and bring convulsions of passion
at the passing of my hand.
I have witness to the stars
I gather in the dark of my room,
stars that throb and spin
when I sing their names.
I claim the power of the spirit in my hands.
I have healed the sick. By my hand
I have cast out sorrows and shadows
at my command.
I can see the buried stories
of the attacked and maimed
I release them from shackles of pain.
By the spirit I am powerful beyond the natural
and I will not walk in shame.

I can see lairs when they talk
and deceivers when they walk.
The force field of my anger has stopped the clock,
smoked the computer, and choked the coffeepot.
And I’m not gonna stop believing in what I got.

I utterly submit to the madness of my divinity.
It is within me.
And I testify -
It is in you.
You can shine, I don’t mean rhetorically,
I mean literally, shine,
like a light bulb, like a lightening bolt.
You can hear the holy dead
and you can dream where you are led.
You have not begun to believe
what you really are.
You have been too long deceived
crushed like worms in the mud.
Oh ye of little faith,
escape the prison of rational naturalism.
You are super-natural.
Rise up.
The light they speak of?
It is real.
The tongue of fire on your head,
is real.
Be crowned in the spirit,
a beacon in the dark.
Rise up,
Rise up you stars
and crawl no more.

January 22, 2009