Tuesday, April 30, 2019



Bottom drops from under foot,
loathing eyes are hollow,
panic paints declining streets,
civil unrest will follow.

Markets fall at margin call,
employers close their doors,
bankers call in all their loans,
to plunder from the poor.

Cargo, freight and traffic stop,
long line ups at the store,
speculators want your gold,
inflation starts to soar.

Accelerate the banknote press,
to feed the population,
rations made and then declared,
to ward off our starvation.

Tensions rise across the world,
coups n’ sanctions taking place,
terror wars with robber masks,
feeds the doomsday race.

All because they want control,
ownership through the banks,
oil backs their currency,
they take it with their tanks.

Friday, April 26, 2019

Stories for the Masses

Stories for the Masses

Stories for the masses,
censorship of the news,
with half truths unveiled,
and an enemy to accuse.

Lazy populations,
believe what they are told,
apathy on steroids,
simple minds to mold.

Shock and awe on repeat,
outrage is the plot,
stories for the masses,
to steer a crooked thought.

Even though revealed,
people believe the lies,
bathed in propaganda,
believing they are wise.

TV education,
with a world on the brink,
stories for the masses,
pawns unable to think.

Tuesday, April 16, 2019

American Freedom

American Freedom

Those damned Americans are at it again,
another country down the drain,
a nation tried to claim its autonomy,
a moral right to sustain its economy.

But the Americans frown on independence,
so they refuse to allow a nations ascendance.
That’s why our days are filled with wars,
and all away from American shores.

How is it they have this right?
…this judge and jury, with military might?
They force a country to its knees’,
by theft of resources and the assets they seize.

U.S. wars start by sanctions,
plans that culminate into a coup,
and in this choke hold, if a nation persists,
the U.S. military, blast their way through.

Targets then in disarray, cities consumed by fire,
crushed by American freedom and their greedy desire.
Economic slavery is all that remains,
of a once proud people, now in chains.

Culture destroyed, population in famine,
all to please American Mammon.

What will happen when they’ve claimed them all?
each nation enslaved in the overhaul.
One thing’s for sure, a dictatorship has amassed,
for the days of freedom, have long since passed.

Wednesday, April 10, 2019



The weight of days compounds its sorrows,
it builds uneasy themes,
impounding all my tomorrows,
I adjourn into a dream.

Where flow of time descends on me,
and connects me with the source,
reminding of the roles I play,
within ethereal force.

Prescience leads my memory,
to the themes I was before,
encompassing the rhythm,
and the manna to restore.

While the imprint of my program,
replays the task at hand,
the little hidden memory,
I carry and understand.

If proof be given by second sight,
to dream is all we need,
we’ll find ourselves within the light,
where consciousness is freed.

Sunday, March 24, 2019

Across the River Styx

Across the River Styx

Misty mornings, coming to,
subconscious world on a ridge,
forest dead where once it grew,
above a rickety bridge.

The road ahead, where life must go,
through mists of truthful meaning,
a meeting place of life and death,
where the bridge of Styx is leaning.

Treading narrow paths of vision,
over raging rivers of before,
one missed step could spell your end,
and plunge you through the door.

To a meeting place where essence churns,
and truth may be revealed,
into the waters where memories burn,
and the ego is unconcealed.

Saturday, March 2, 2019



Peace and contentment,
answers in the rain,
washing sorrows from us,
to ease us from our pain.

A new day rises,
from the one that's fallen apart,
while darkness wanes to shadows,
comfort confirms the start.

It is a time of new beginnings,
a season of old ends,
a reason to remember,
a time to be with friends.

...and there upon the crest of dreams,
where conscious thoughts do flow,
awaits for you the golden key,
that makes your essence glow.

For in a world of new beginnings,
is a place that never ends,
internal, it is calling,
for you to make amends.

This Poem was inspired by “Carillon”, a beautiful song by David Ian Roberts

Tuesday, January 1, 2019

A New Year's Message for the World

A New Year's Message for the World

Life is but a fleeting moment, a short period of time where everyone is engaged in a lifelong journey to seek the answers and reasons for why they are here. At the same time, it is important to build the foundations for a better world, to secure a future for our communities, which can only be achieved through unity.

We have yet to find agreement on the procedures on how to get there collectively even though the map is in everyone’s hands…

We learn from our mistakes and from each other, but today we are focused in trying to destroy each others illusion’s instead of building a bridge for our common bond in compassion, morality and vision of building a better world.

Patience…patience with the heart of empathy for all life, is the ultimate lesson we must learn if we are to lay the foundations of our future.

…and so, another year begins with an open mind in anticipation that the world will come together as one; to rebuild our communities with moral common sense and vision for the future as we eradicate the illnesses of greed and power that plague our minds.

One day we will return to the empathy that connects our essence to each other and the stars in the night sky…and on that day, everyone will understand and smile.

Happy New Year everyone!

Tuesday, November 27, 2018

Weeping Windows

Weeping Windows

Existence saunters in the frost,
and grows on the edge of glass,
it mists upon a window pane,
and builds its perfect mass.

As winter’s breath fills the air,
microlithic worlds are born.
Grasping hold in sudden flair,
with diamonds that adorn.

Perfection manifests through the gods,
planned by weathered light,
it crests and glitters in uniform,
and peaks at darkest night.

Waiting for the sun to rise,
and evolve another day,
foundations begin to crystalize,
to crown their fine array.

Divine existence comes to shine,
casting brilliance across the pane,
Where weeping sculptures then recline,
to diminish from where they came.

Monday, November 26, 2018

Two Minutes to Midnight

Two Minutes to Midnight

Of ashes grey, from World War two,
a demon was born, that steadily grew.
The rise of empire, with all its rules,
deceived the public and wisest of fools.

From endless money, stocks were grown,
then Gobbled up, by the few who own.
The monster grew, to sprout its wings,
a military might, that claimed all things.

Their apocalypse rode over nations,
With flag unfurled in occupation.
Until the planet was covered in screams,
save the nations who resisted the memes.

While back at home, the censors dream,
they silence resistance to their scheme.
Trusted news, ops out for gold,
switching sides, they’re now controlled.

Industrial captains, lay waste our home,
prepare the ground, for American Rome.
Senators and monuments reflect its disease,
a nation to loot, a nation to seize.

Bankers in haste with quickening guild,
seizing all assets for an empire to build.
And when it’s done and the cupboard is bare,
they start a new war to pad their new lair.

Gobbling resources in victim nations,
they seize control and cause inflation.
Consolidating power through Industrial smoke,
they blame the inhabitants, whom they choke.

They rape the land, poison the seas,
mine the forests, cut down the trees.
When all the assets then disappear,
they resort to climate, to keep them in fear.

Yet while they impoverish every nation,
by sanctions, austerity and inflation,
they war on the Arabs and the Slavs,
creating chaos with the weapons they have.

Global rents now strapped to rockets,
bombs surround their dreams,
arrogance disguised as liberty's freedom,
bathed in clouds of nuclear steam.

The other side reciprocates,
defending what is theirs,
while still inside their country,
the Russians do prepare.

Americans trash the treaties,
agreements they do tear,
and set the doomsday clocks ahead,
without a bloody care.

Yet while the storms unfold on Earth,
all blamed upon our cars,
Astronomy reports that climate changed,
on Neptune, Jupiter and Mars…

If all the money had disappeared,
mans greed would have ended,
But instead of sanity taking hold,
intelligence has been suspended.

Monday, June 18, 2018



Little feet leave impressions,
they dance around one’s heart.
weaving smiles of laughter,
memories that never part.

And oh, those little faces,
Eyes that grin with glee,
Perfect little angels,
God’s gift to you and me.

And when these little cherubs,
Gather in one place,
Their giddy sounds of merriment,
a universal grace.

Our world is twice blessed,
Embraced by children’s song
Filling hearts with kindness,
How can things go wrong?

Then in an instant,
I.D.F. snipers fire,
Our little angels fallen,
by evil little squires.

The world is gravely wounded,
nations look the other way,
Our hope and future stolen,
Our children become the prey…

About this Poem: Occupational Zionist forces are imprisoning, torturing and murdering Palestinian children while all the Western governments turn their heads and do nothing about it. What is that but pure evil…

Saturday, March 24, 2018



Curled up in a little ball, by the wounds of scorn,
vitriolic barbs embed where the skin is torn,

The constant pokes and prodding, laughing in one’s face,
the world is run by monsters, such a barren place.

I wake to broken buildings, pangs of hope remain,
the dust n smoke and fires, brought by the insane.

Food is scarce, safety worse, water is fouled by hate,
occupation of my home by another state.

Swarms of Bullets whiz my ears, ravens bomb my land,
indifference answers pleas for help with a stinging hand.

Defiance is my weapon, vengeance is my pain,
a childhood gone, long ago, taken by the reign.

Yet in the saline distance on the road of tears,
shouts ring out from the heart to chase away my fears.

For in the storm that’s coming, is our strong and brave,
hero’s all I embrace, they come for us to save.

Terror’s back now broken, our fighters power through,
restoring our foundation, by their iron blue.

Jubilation sings its soul, welling tears bring joy,
dancing in the streets again, for this orphaned boy.

Authors Notes: This poem is based on the belligerent occupations and injustice's being experience by the people of Syria, Palestine, Yemen, Libya, Iraq and all other nations who are under attack by US Imperialism, European colonialism and their belligerent bloodthirsty attack dogs Israel, Saudi Arabia and Turkey. 

Western Mainstream media also lies to its audience about what is really happening in foreign affairs. They have become the Orwellian ministry of propaganda for western Imperialism and by doing so, destroy the fabric Truth, Justice, Freedom, Peace and democracy. 

The following two lines were a part of this poem but edited out. They remain here in the authors notes as a statement of truth.

"Lies are swallowed in the west, foes control their minds,

Compassion lost, morals gone, moving forward blind."

Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Painting from the Soul

Painting from the Soul

Creation brings reflection,
in the paintings of the soul,
quiet moments, visions,
they combine to make one whole.

New canvas of confession,
a blanket of fallen snow,
inspirations from the past,
emotions begin to flow.

Reds of broken essence ride,
greyish outlines dark with scorn,
shards of language so imbued,
by the pains of being born.

Orange sways indifference,
compassions absolve the breech,
flowers pining forgiveness,
by moments tinged in peach.

Pastel waters, calming themes,
emotions absorbed in light,
tans and browns foundations built,
where a bridge appears from white.

Brushstrokes blue with empathy,
soft tones hail the rising sun,
forgiveness dreams on canvas,
from the days when there was none.

If only I could paint and provide a proper photo. ;) 

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