Cosmic Zone

Those wise do not chooose,
To find themselves caught up in the middle.
Nor do they adorn capes to play superheros...
To prove they can manipulate...
Imaginations!
And market themselves as toy designs.

Hyped emulated looks and demeanor,
May sell books, magazines and TV shows...
But everyone knows the cost of paid fantasies.

Some just have a need to be portrayed,
As fearless AND benevolent.
Believing themselves to be gods of the Universe.
From a physical representation,
Of a one dimensional mind...
3-D'd.

We exist as reflections of pure energy.
Divine and spiritualized.
To communicate internally with beings in full command.

And those caught up in physical presentations,
Will find no amusement as a higher consciousness...
Becomes more relevent,
Than any prefabricated interpretations of life...
Created to bait, and yes control, those less dedicated to faith,
Have ever known.

Soon an introduction,
To the Cosmic Zone...
Will to all be shown! And, believed. And, believed. And...believed!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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