Earth School (Original Poetry)

Earth School - Original Poetry by Krisz Rokk


I drag my feet through mud and snow
Why did I enroll?
 
I was warned, but I ignored
shrugging my shoulders, ready to play encore
balance out the experiences
I gathered on other planets
that looked nothing like the one
waiting to rip apart my soul.
 
Quenched in a tiny physique
with a ridiculous size pineal gland and feet
wondering clueless through a game
I once used to watch with glory and fame.
 
I pull away,
allowing water to flood my veins
while I observe time in a fractal pattern
created from minds trapped in fear, guilt, and shame.
 
A harsh environment
awaits the brave who’ve trained
for billions of years on different plains
prepared to fight the battle of their lives
in a heavy and dense realm
where there’s no escape.
 
While everything appears real
the senses are locked in a matrix
running programs willy-nilly
designed to cause havoc and mayhem
and hurt the spirit.
 
You still think Earth School is first grade?
 
Breathe consciousness into your brain
let the wires crash and break
anchor yourself and allow the upgrade
to help your Merkaba spin faster and rotate.

💎💎💎 Krisz Rokk 💎💎💎


Image by Daniela S. aka @wayofaiki


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Scary school.
Sounds like horror night school movies.

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