Monday, November 13, 2017

Just Another Day



Just Another Day

A soulless stare with demons’ eyes,
counts his money with surly wry.

A coin for lodging, a coin for sleep,
A coin for water n’ wine to keep.

Now rest away your weary head,
just one night’s sleep on feathered bed.

Clock is ticking, conserve your strength,
Tomorrows work, three coins for length.

Eyes wide shut while, time fades away,
To dungeons dark, with walls of grey.

Screams and sirens pierce the night,
Fouling dreams till mornings light.

And then awake, the roomers call,
It’s check out time, beside the mall.

Face unshaven, clothes all haggard,
Direction plain, walk is staggered.

Hunger bites its morning blues,
Now coming down from the booze.

A soulless stare with empty eyes,
Arrives at work, disorganized.

The day is long, three coins are paid,
Now journey's back, to where he stayed.

A soulless stare with demons’ eyes,
counts his money, with surly wry.

A coin for lodging, a coin for sleep,
A coin for water n’ wine to keep.
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About this Poem: 

Society lives in a prefab illusion where people are willing captives in bondage to an economic system that is no better than slavery. The painful truth of a corporate programmed society…


One of the escapes chosen by people is alcohol which carries a demon inside. All too often its use becomes a routine that slowly steals the health and mind of its victim. Apathy towards societal change is all too common due to its creeping theft of will power and memory, which is why this industry is controlled by the criminal establishment. 

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Remembrance Day


Remembrance Day

Remembrance of war long ago, fill these aging eyes.
Essence gone, flickers to life, in grey November skies,

Silhouettes slowly moving, parade my inner thoughts,
With Bayonets at ready, emotions tied in knots.

Trenches filled with soldiers, now waiting for bombs to stop,
In search for some damned reason, to charge over the top.

Reliving moments gone, life passes before their sight,
Apologies made for wrongs, with wishes to make them right.

And then the truth comes knocking, it rears its ugly head,
And paints astonished faces, on all the soldiers dead.

In bloody mud and empathy, lay the soldiers dreams,
Another child forever lost, to sick psychotic memes.

Lifeless now their bodies lay, their spirits carry on,
Lost amongst the shadows, of the millions who were wronged.

The Citizens bought a story, soldiers sent to die,
In someone else’s homeland, the reasons just a lie.

Generals take their orders, from economic forums,
Receive another medal, adding to decorum.

Final letters make it home, all written months before,
Carried to the grieving, by a knock upon the door.

With promise to remember, a day is set aside,
But hidden, the real reason, for why it is, they died.

Today I do remember, who’s lives for me were given,
But the bastards who sent them there, will never be forgiven.
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Sunday, June 4, 2017

Sanctuary



Sanctuary

Sanctuary awaits weary travelers on forest roads,
where natures energy rains down on tattered souls,
to wash away the crippling pain inflicted by mechanical cities.

Steel bars fade from sight and open eyes,
while muscles drift with each relaxing breath,
confusion dissipates in the gentle breeze…

Awareness mingles with enlightenment,
and expands with excitement across fields of light,
where angelic beacons guide our essence through onyx clusters,
to take us home.

Home to the glittering fountain of light that gave birth to our existence, we but magnetic ink flickering before the god of consciousness are absorbed in radiance and made whole again with promise of return.
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2nd Draft - June 06, 2017

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

The Last War is upon us…


The Last War is upon us…

Malevolent shadows consume the land like a swarm of locusts; a plague of darkness cast by the diseased umbral meme of death across the world with it’s cold, dark, festering pit of bulimic greed. It descends on mankind with ravenous appetite, unleashed by hell to destroy all moral value. It is a scourge that consumes all souls in its voracious gluttony, perverse fire, and sadistic hatred…poison spread through the pestilent veins of media, military and government to seize the thoughts of consciousness…time has collapsed into a nightmare, as blood soaked lands smoulder in fear, fire and smoke. 

Chains, cast in chains for consumption, the cradle of history is marked for death by the Satanic beast…the eternal city is under attack and calls to all in defence…the last war is upon us…

Battles rage on every field, in every market, and every home, defended by a cavalry of independence, shining light in forbidden places to open eyes and minds…

Victories are celebrated by the heroes of morality, yet war expands through the evil twisted alliances that shape-shift and ooze into monsters molded by the kingdoms of blasphemy. Malignant armies of the wickedly perverse evolve and expand across the sands of time…old war is over, new wars begin, and the cabal of coin and Industry smile and laugh in demonic avidity.

What will it take to change our course?!...a death to the root of all evil…the beast that is called money…
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Here is a song and music video that expresses these thoughts very well...

STEVE HACKETT - Behind The Smoke



About this expression: The powers of the Western World have consolidated their economic and military plans with evil belligerent regimes in the Middle East including Saudi Arabia and Israel. Their objective has been to destroy the unity and peaceful spiritual mosaic of the region by sowing the seeds of division through planned and coordinated violence on the people within the independent nations of Syria, Yemen, Libya, and Palestine.

In the case of Palestine, the successive Zionist governments of Israel, have, since 1947, hidden their ethnic cleansing and genocide of the Palestinian people through a coordinated western media blackout that has kept the ordinary citizens in western countries in the dark about what is really happening in Palestine…

The descendants of Palestine have lived there since before the time of Christ and make up Jews, Christians and Muslims. But it wasn’t until 1917 that European Zionists were given the promise of a homeland by the UK and the Balfour Declaration.

Britain and France who were the eventual colonial victors of World War I, carved up the defeated Ottoman Empire in the Sykes Picot agreement of 1916 and in 1917 the official promise of a homeland in Palestine was made to European Zionist’s in the Balfour declaration…that’s when the trouble in Palestine began and indeed the Middle East…

As for Today…

The immoral position of western nations today, is to back the Zionist and Wahabbi states unconditionally and turn a blind eye on reality while the Zionist and Wahabbi armies commit genocide and ethnic cleansing of the Arab people in Syria, Yemen and Palestine. These are crimes against humanity and an intentional crime of negligence by western media…it sickens me to the point of outrage…and now that the US has given Israel carte Blanche to do what it wants in Palestine, the Zionists have entered the last stage of a 100 year process of eliminating Palestine and the indigenous Arab people of the region from existence…this is the last phase in the ethnic cleansing of descendants who walked with the prophets of God.

It is time for the people of the world to stand up against Zionism and Whahabism publicly, but especially the Jewish people in the western nations because the crimes being committed by the Zionists are being committed in the Jewish peoples name and that brings with it a re-occurrence of misdirected hatred, but this time on a global scale…

The barbaric regimes in Saudi Arabia and Israel are backed by the powerful western nations and the brute force of NATO. They are all directly responsible for the genocide of the Yemeni, Libyan, Iraqi and Syrian people through the creation of mercenary and terrorist armies that have been unleashed with the sole purpose of the total destruction of those nations...what is that but pure evil…

The belligerent, repressive and parasitic regimes of Israel, Saudi Arabia, USA, UK, and France are knee deep in blood by their direct involvement in the mass murder of millions of men, women, and children across the Middle East and Africa…they must be stopped by all means by the good people of the world…we must rise together and put an end to these extremely evil crimes before their insanity spreads or there simply will not be a World left to live in…

Wahhabism and Zionism are violent extremist organizations that bare the marks of the satanic beast that resides in the banking memes within Washington, London, and Paris…their war on the holy land must be met by an empathic coalition of human beings from all over the world …

Monday, May 1, 2017

Faceless

Faceless

Words are lost in a sea of voices, as we all become fractal albino’s in chatrooms filled with the hearing impaired…

…the sign of the times…
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About this Expression: It seems that many people on social media are talking at each other with political opinions that they believe are unassailable, yet at the same time, they become deaf when someone else presents an inconvenient truth that threatens to shatter their illusions...when we all just talk at each other with a closed mind, we become disconnected in a crowded house...Remember that not everyone is on the same page when it comes to understanding the bigger picture...keep your mind open when conversing with others, because sometimes we might not have all the facts and they just might have something important to say...

Thursday, March 23, 2017

My Song

My Song

My favourite song is playing again,
the music shifts back the years,
To faces and places that bring me home,
To the days we had no fears.

Traveling time to be with you,
To moments we lived forever.
Evenings filled with American Pie,
With Cheshire smiles endeavoured.

There was nothing then, we couldn’t do,
When we hung around together,
The world at large our modeling clay
Ours to mold and weather.

The roads exciting, we traveled far,
Our energy fast and strong,
those were the days, I remember well,
that come back to me in song.

Notes a brim with wine and roses,
Eternal promises meant to keep,
The days of smiling faces,
The days that make me weep.

I see you there, shining bright,
Defying time to end,
Old moments created, they’re with me now,
with the happiness that they send.
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About this Poem: Music is a most giving experience that also has the power to transcend time. Songs can take us on a trip as if we just stepped into a conscious time machine where we go back to moments long ago to see faces and places while feeling the ambience of the time…moments that seem like yesterday.


Don McLean – American Pie



Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Extinction


Extinction

What becomes of humanity?

…When the planning for war takes precedence over the caring of our children…

Where are human values?

…When it is more important to save a corporation from bankruptcy than it is to save a community from corporate greed…

What becomes of the human soul?

…When authoritarian conditioning replaces empathic reasoning, moral principals and common sense…

Where lays humanity’s future?

…When we surrender our spiritual being to the voracious animal that lies within…

The Activist Poet
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About this Expression:

Today people have been conditioned to accept the words and position of their authority figures instead of moral principals and common sense. Mankind has been enslaved by a sociopathic few. Yet it is entirely humanities fault for allowing the atrocities that have befallen the world to happen…because we have freely given our power and our trust to a soulless private banking and corporate meme who’s sole objective is to seek profit for themselves by whatever means necessary.

The corporate beast does not follow moral guidelines. It’s focused on only one thing, their bottom line. Decisions are made based on economics as corporations do not adhere to any moral principals…Its sole objective is profit, and the driver of it, is greed…

Once, there was a time when our communities were protected from predators. Our own human commitments to each other through organization and strength were based on a code of ethics and moral standing which was applied by common sense and empathy. These were the ruling guidelines that bonded all of us.

The natural laws given to us by our existence belong to all…and so our existence is due to the strength of our community. These facts are what allowed us to survive a millennium of constant upheaval.

Yet now in the age of corporate control, people who practice a return to the moral values of giving and sharing with each other, have been outlawed by the sociopathic few who control society with a corporate iron fist. They are monsters who write history in their ugly image while hypnotizing the masses with greedy illusions…

If humanity wakes up, it just might be too late as we are now facing our own extinction…




Monday, January 23, 2017

The Dancing Light




The Dancing Light

Grey skies shade my thoughts with sorrows,
My essence a prisoner of sadness,
hope uplifts all my tomorrows,
but realities drive me to madness.

A glow illuminates over the bog,
Gracefully waltzing out of reach,
It’s shadows shiver in the fog,
With lessons destined to teach.

The road ahead lingers fright,
My path revealed in dreams,
And when awakened by chill of night,
the light shines down in beams. 

I race to capture understanding,
Cumbrous weight denying me,
Yet the light ahead begins expanding,
and reveals the truth to me.
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 About this Poem: "The Dancing Light" was inspired by a Piano composition called "Les danses de la lumière" by Russian Composer Vadim Kiselev. Here below is his beautiful composition and the links to his wonderful music.




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Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Salvation


Salvation

I am spirit, I am wings,
I bring terror to tyrant kings.
I am here, I am now,
I am everywhere that I vow.

I am storm born, lightnings glare,
I am the soul’s protector n’ heir.
I am prophesized with a mark,
I am fire in the dark.

I am the watcher of the skies,
the oracle of the wise,
I am the hush of screams,
the voice in dreams.

I carry the future, and a warning,
empathy to the mourning,
I am the end to damnation,
I am your Salvation.
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About this Poem: The World inches closer to global war and annihilation but as 2016 came to an end, the lies of the west were laid bare in front of the global community…mainstream news was exposed for willfully spreading the sins of their government. All over the World, by virtue of the internet and independent thinking, the people have awakened from a spell that was cast over them by media propaganda. We now stare truth in the face…the lies have fallen, morals will be chosen as time closes in on the tyrants…Salvation is in the peoples grasp…it speaks to you in times of silence, and great upheaval to awaken you at the right moment, to fight for your freedom…and your Salvation. 

Sunday, October 2, 2016

Facebook Row


Photo Source: Dr Rich Swier

Facebook Row

Another Facebook time-out, they didn’t like what I said,
nor the posted pictures, of the terrorists who are dead.

I’m in political limbo, I’m not allowed to post,
Jailed by Facebook’s police, barred from coast to coast.

Caught by U.S. sensors, my words they say are bad,
I’m not allowed to use good terms for Putin and Assad.

My news feeds one-way traffic, my pages are all blank,
Unless I bow to extortion, and pay them from my bank.  

Their advertisers hound me, I mark them all as Spam,
Greedy corporate agents of belligerent Uncle Sam.

Their suggestions make me shudder, who the F*** is that?
with pages blank and empty, another troll or rat.

I plan my re-emergence, Palestine posts are due,
I’m sure to piss off Zionists, facebook's other shoe.

So here I wait in penance, eager to do much more,
and celebrate my family, all activists to the core.
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~ The Activist Poet ~

About this Poem: Facebook is not a social network anymore, in fact it’s more of a US Intelligence program and corporate data mining tool / application that either penalizes users who do not fall in line with their politics, or data mines information while extorting small businesses for money. 

Ask any activist who’s been isolated for their political posts or ask a musician who now has to pay out money for their page posts to reach those who already subscribed to their updates. After paying Facebook for putting posts on more of the bands subscriber news feeds, bands find themselves out of pocket with no real results, as it's all just a numbers game and scam.

Now, Facebook has partnered with Fascist Dictatorship nations like Israel to censor what we can see or say. Together they become Orwell’s “Big Brother”…so being the Political Activist I am, here’s a middle finger, F U Salute to Facebook and its ZIO-Nazi Regime sponsors…



Little History Book


Little History Book

What words the victors’ gather for their coronation;
the lies of their illusions and nightmares, with title,
taught in little schools, by little men, from little books.
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About this Poem: ~ History is written by the Victors and not by the truth.

Saturday, October 1, 2016

Uprising


Uprising

Roaring fires dance with defiance in the eyes of determination, while muscle, bone and conviction harden to pleas for release in the last days of Rome.

Indignant slaves of industry, now thrust upon the alien shores of rebellion, unite as a fist to combat the tyrants who rule them...Tyrants who command allegiance by fear, permeate the faces of children with horror and hunger…Fury has driven the oppressed to the edge of madness! Rage fuels anger, resentment and resolve as the masses race to drive out the vile and corrupt patrician class.

Ruthless centurions obey their god commander and march forth to quell the uprising in the capitol. Saturated and drunk on psychotic illusions that they are supermen, these belligerent mercenaries are destined to drown in a sea of humanity that is intent on their demise.

Truth has forged the steel of rebellion and blessed the masses with honour, resolve and courage, which now stands united, in defiance, before the gates of the holy city.

Panic rides the brow of a falling regime as their victims rise to shatter the dictator’s illusions with each rock of truth thrown at his castle of glass.

Elitist arrogance and supremacist conviction, laid waste in the putrid vintage of its barbarity…the realm decays in its own rot, and brings the cusp of its own extinction…

The mighty hunter now becomes the hunted in foreign lands where empathy was slain long ago by a ruling elite, barren of forgiveness…

Evolution and chaos wait for judgement on the edge of desolation.

Will the oppressors be treated with the empathy they lack, or will the face of oppression harden in the image of a new king?

The search for reason takes pause in judgement and ponders with the stone cold stare of emptiness…
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About this Expression: When people are oppressed and pushed too far, they will rise up and take back what was denied them. Sadly, what often happens after popular uprisings is that the masses go back to sleep after giving up the reigns of power. Thus the cycle repeats itself over and over again.

We have not yet seen the end of this greedy power cycle, which is fuelled by a private monetary system…but it is possible to change once the illusion of money dissipates and spiritual reality takes hold. When we collectively decide to change the way money works, we will evolve into a better world. Otherwise if the status quo continues we will in effect repeat a cycle with predicable consequences…

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