Can You Decipher The Poet Alien Poem by 567 789

The poet alien wrote as how he knew he would be read

Wrongly mainly, rightly quite rarely

He wrote words that could be seen as thoughts

As simple as possible to the too perplexed

To get their meaning,

Knowing beforehand their misunderstanding

Or different interpretations

About his motives and meanings,

Because most like to think they know more than they think they do

And they could not possibly believe that what they think isn't true,

But the poet alien wrote this all before he was dead

To those asleep in their heads but not in their beds

Yet not to those few who dream awake

Who stop to look as he keeps company with their council

Here in house with the Gods of genius

Where thy and my destiny is written from the beginning

Preordained by great plans before our births

To come true in the end

As our deaths have been and gone to come again,

And before many are ready to believe in anything beyond their time

Beyond their own ideas of what is wrong or right

All this now has come to be read

After I am dead

As a prophesy echoed in E.S.P.

Only to be grasped by those likewise disposed

And misconstrued by most states of mind

At the present time,

But choice exists always in the present

Now! as soon as the future comes

For all to follow their destinies plans

Or strictly speaking to stick with what they think they know

Even so the choice exists

To go with the plan and do what is right

For a higher state of mind

Or keep doing what your doing by your own plans

Stuck with the head in the sand

One cannot have their cake and eat it

But you can have another cake
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You know the one with the icing on top as well,

Well that's what its like to live like an alien

An alien to the masses but truly human to the Gods,

In that its funny how the odd are seen as even

And the even are seen as odd

But that's what you get when you know what you've got

A lot more than you bargained for

An opening to infinities door

Are you wise enough to come back here for more

Or just stay where you are

Personally said the Poet Alien

I would stay where you are

Its easier, but Impersonally inferior,

To the infinites interior.