CORVID Corporate Control

CORVID Corporate Control

The wealthy cabal,

who sit in autonomy,

are making haste,

to sink the economy.

The board of directors,

are making their plans,

on how to survive,

their fraudulent scams.

So they call in the experts,

employed by the bank,

well paid planners,

that come from a tank.

“How do we recover,

the game that we’ve rigged,

to keep the trust going,

with the sheep and the pigs?”

“The order’s been given,

the masses will pay,

we’ll role out a virus,

they won’t have a say.”

“We’ll keep them locked up,

and load them with fear,

then keep it all going,

year after year.”

“They won’t even recall,

that the system was done,

we’ll blame it on COVID,

until we have won.”

“And if there’s resistance,

we’ll pull down the lines,

starve them all out,

and load them with fines.”

“We’ll censor the doctors,

and censor the net,

remove all their videos,

that pose us a threat.”

“To keep them inline,

our message repeats,

programming thoughts,

stay off of the streets.”

“The shops we allow,

will echo our plans,

“please keep your distance,

and wash up your hands.””

“The longer we do it,

the safer we’ll be,

controlling the system,

that governs the free.”

“The orders will spring,

from organizations,

in top down display,

to govern the nations.”

“The WHO will address,

the edict we’ve made,

announce a pandemic,

the actions we’ve weighed.”

“The states will abide,

the broadcast we’ve played,

for governing structures,

are one-way cascades.”

“The leaders and members,

instructing their nations,

will deliver our plans,

to govern their stations.”

“The whole world will wait,

and not question our plans,

they’ll wait for our signals,

to lift all the bans.”

Like a corporate structure,

all levels are clipped,

they will not defy,

what their bosses have script.

No one looks up,

or changes the course,

the corporate structure,

is one evil force.

So what will it take,

to wake up the masses,

take back what’s ours,

from the governing asses!?

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By: The Activist Poet

Corona Collapse

Corona Collapse

The pen is mightier than the sword,

in societies that value life,

but when our knowledge is curtailed,

our developments brim with strife.

The nations leaders unravel scripts,

marshal laws by secret quorum,

they’ve locked us down with COVID fears,

conceived by fiscal forum.

For all the lies news told before,

the masses are under illusion,

new COVID strokes to burden us,

in corporate media collusion.

Rhetoric’s rising above our necks,

lifeboats broken and sinking,

sharks then circle around our raft,

to silence the truth we’re thinking.

Billy Gates may know computers,

maybe a digital infection,

but medicine is a different thing,

there’s no need for his direction.

The media hype is savage,

they drive such farcical tales,

for selling out communities,

they should all be thrown in jail.

Neighbours that you thought you knew,

have begun to point their fingers,

scared to death of all the lore,

and media fear that lingers.

Isolation, locked in madness,

social distancing masks and gowns,

for an annual flu bug no resistance,

pandemonium all around.

Small stores shut, the large ones open,

big corporations are saved,

but me and you impoverished to,

are fodder on roads they’ve paved.

and while the people embrace the lies,

the crooked banks grow bigger,

they’re bailed out and excused of crimes,

get away with a laugh and snigger.

Checks and balances are all broken,

mainstream is nightmarish,

without a civil cast in place,

society will fall and perish.

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By: The Activist Poet

About this Poem: The corporate mainstream media and government are lying about COVID-19 and are using this fake pandemic to help the economic cartel hide their responsibility for the bankrupt economic system which they have hollowed out through their fraudulent parasitic formula’s and governance. Private banks are owned by the wealthy few and since they are in control of the economics in almost every country, this pandemic was dreamed up and coordinated by a corporate collusion of wealth and power to redirect the blame for the pending and inevitable economic crash by blaming it on the pandemic rather than have the blame pointed at them. In doing so, they will start a new fraudulent banking system which will remain in their control. The solution which they do not want you to take when this system does finally crash is to nationalize the private banks, material resources, and restructure how economics and government is controlled.  

Everyday there is more and more proof that COVID-19 is just another seasonal Flu. People die from the flu every year and in the same numbers.

Shutting down global society and its economics was clearly a coordinated approach. All the economic cartel’s corporations and banks have been bailed out and will remain once this operation is complete. However, the mass majority of people and small businesses will have been wiped out economically. It will be the people that will feel the burden of all the banking and corporate bailouts that the governments issue…

Many people are still conditioned to believe what they are told by mainstream media and government. They do so without investigating what they’ve been told and continue to rely on them because they’ve been conditioned to trust them. Some of these ill-informed people are very confrontational and willingly embrace the tyrannical directives by government. As long as ignorance prevails, the boots of tyranny will remain on our collective face.

Both government and media are controlled by the corporate banking cartel; a cartel that wants to end the old bankrupt economic system and start up a new economic system while deflecting the blame for their greedy crimes using a fake pandemic. The banks through the IMF will then force the governments to take away all the social programs or scale them down significantly in payment for the interest bearing debt issued by the private bank loans. The whole system is fraudulent.

The measures taken to combat this flu are way over the top. If you want to listen to the truth about an infectious virus, don’t listen to the mainstream media or government, listen to the real professionals. And when the economies of every nation crashes after this COVID lockdown is over, organize, gather and insist on a collective say in the future of economics in your country.

Video Below:  #COVID19 being logically reviewed by two immunology and microbiology specialists, in California based on nationwide and global statistics.
(The Video was taken down by YouTube Censorship)

Three things will soon not be hidden, "The Sun, the Moon and the Truth"

Doctors: No Fundamental Difference Between the Flu and COVID

Ben Swann: "Just one day after YouTube removed video from his new conference, Dr. Dan Erickson speaks one on one with Ben Swann about the news conference in which he shared data about the actual mortality rate of the coronavirus. Since then, a number of baseless attacks have come against Erickson, including the claim that he incorrectly gathered data."

CORVID Medical Martial Law

CORVID Medical Martial Law

The sun has come to shine on days,

unmoral code decreed and made,

when martial law descends through fear,

by despot creatures insincere.

The games afoot to feed the fools,

work’s been cancelled along with schools,

and what’s to come unfolds today,

when fingers point to make you pay.

The markets crash around the world,

events they planned they now unfurl,

by using fear to launch their plans,

a host of laws and freedom bans.

Supply lines thinning borders locked,

nothing moves and nothing’s stocked,

ration cards are soon expected,

on vital products most affected.

Programmed line ups wait for food,

long on life and short on mood,

sentries armed protect the rations,

snarling words in war like fashions.

Those who govern punish you,

when quoting facts about the flu,

don’t leave home without a mask,

and pose no questions, do not ask.

Angst uneasy controls the masses,

rupture rages through the classes,

recreation’s been demolished,

circus games have been abolished.

Big brother’s watching from behind,

leaving home will get you fined,

so hunker down and stay indoors,

and keep away from all the stores.

No groups of two allowed to walk,

six feet away before you talk,

danger tape says parks are closed,

martial law has been imposed.

And when its done, this CORVIS flu,

things will change for me and you,

for laws they made will still remain,

to flush your freedoms down the drain.

And what comes next will then unfold,

a cashless system they remold,

with social credits, 5G claims,

the rest of us in hunger games.

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By: The Activist Poet

About this Poem: 

Weather the CORVID-19 Pandemic is real or not is not the issue, the real issue is the information we are not being told about the seasonal flu which kills tens of thousands of people every year. Those with prior existing illnesses and the elderly are always the most vulnerable. There are many corona viruses some stronger some weaker. 

However, that aside, I do know something about economics and to me this over hyped pandemic is the excuse to bring down the current bankrupt economic system and replace it with a cashless 5G system that will be more totalitarian than the Imperial one that is crashing in flames right now. It was planned long ago with China taking the seat of control of this new World Order which will unfold when CORVID-19 ends the American economic empire.

Event 201 a Planned Coincidence

Hiding

Hiding

In folds of darkness,

on cusps of light,

shadows hover,

all through the night.

and when they fall,

their forms reveal,

familiar faces,

once concealed.

Hiding here,

I take a chance,

revealing fears,

as whispers dance,

and when they fall,

their forms reveal,

familiar faces,

once concealed.

Radiance crests,

upon my runes,

eclipsed forever,

on Celtic moons.

before their time,

does fade away,

whispers dance,

on lights decay.

and when they fall,

their forms reveal,

familiar faces,

once concealed.

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About this Poem: Inspired by the song "Familiar" by Agnes Obel

Smiles

Smiles

Smiles brim with knowledge,

understanding and grace,

they feel for the universe,

while caught in loves embrace.

Infectious smiles of laughter,

beaming eyes of light,

held forever after,

our lanterns in the night.

Music is the pathway,

rhythms are the source,

smiling is the product,

of natures healing force.

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About this Poem: A few words of healing for Leah Song of Rising Appalachia to wish her good health and a speedy recovery. 

To smile is to unlock all the natures medicine 

Ameropia

Ameropia – (American Myopia)

American leaders what’s your game,

when you burn the world in your name,

in occupation you feel no shame,

for those you kill, the ones you blame.

American soldier what’s your fate,

when crushing nations with your hate,

it’s not your job to destroy a state,

or murder people to make you great.

Let’s not forget your C.I.A.,

the dirty covert roles they play,

with secret ops and bank rolled pay,

to fund the CHAOS they purvey.

American people, where’s your head,

cheering blindly, a nations dead,

can’t you see you’ve been misled,

by corrupt officials and their Fed?

Where will you be without your friends,

each nation burned that does not mend,

on killing fields that never end,

where hubris screams as war descends.

Help me believe war’s not your mind,

that people there are not unkind,

stop the madness and decline,

embrace a peace with all mankind.

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BY: The Activist Poet

About this Poem: “Ameropia” or American Myopia 

Always hopeful that people in the USA see what is being done to the nations of the world in their name by both political parties and those behind the scenes that finance them...when will the crimes end? When the American people stand up and put an end to them...

The Hazy State of Being

The Hazy State of Being

Human existence,

in all of its strife,

forever searching,

the meaning of life.

But before our eyes,

the answers are there,

as all that’s created,

come in a pair.

Our presence is mirrored,

above and below,

on tree, and universe,

its make up and flow.

On Earth we are given,

the essence of seeing,

our connection to trees,

its air and well being.

For lungs are the branches,

our hand prints the leaves,

tree rings on fingers,

are lifetimes we weave.

No two are alike,

not human nor tree,

yet under the sky,

is the quest to be free.

As we look to the sky,

where learning’s begun.

compare to the atom,

the planets and sun.

Micro and Macro

uncover the distance

atomic patterns,

repeat in existence.

With billions of stars,

the galaxy’s full,

trillions of planets,

in gravity's pull.

Cosmic magnetics,

in clusters that form,

the roads that connect us,

to weather the storm.

Synaptic connection,

galactic mind,

with light and darkness,

now both intertwined.

as seen through the iris,

nebula and soul,

pupils dilated,

becomes a black hole.

Black holes within us,

to take it all in,

learning in measure,

the truth and the sin.

For all is before us,

including the storm,

as galaxies swirl,

in hurricane form.

In humans and nature,

above and below,

all are evolving,

as one cosmic soul.

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For Those Who See

For those Who See

For those who see beyond the noise,

the broken Gaza girls and boys,

the twisted reigns and prison beds,

Israeli jails where truth is dead.

For those that hear the western lies,

the poor me bullshit in disguise,

the laughing monster heads of state,

the children’s screams that they create.

For those who feel the children’s fear,

and point out lies from western smear,

that show the world what they have done,

like arming terror with their guns.

For those that speak out to these crimes,

and hold accountable in these times,

the vicious dogs, nefarious swine,

the global leaders that crossed the line.

I salute you as a friend of mine.

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The Activist Poet

Connections

Connections

Twilight time for dreams of mind,

begin with a deepening blue,

in fields born, an emptiness torn,

now covered in conscious hue.

Dusk settles in with solitary grin,

wide eyes reflect its making,

the sun has set, a unity well met,

its guise now broken and shaking.

The king of night brings its light,

of pale ancestral visions,

in expanding sky where atoms fly,

on crowns of mortal decisions.

Evening moon in new cocoon,

gives way to stars beyond,

A grand parade of light arrayed,

where consciousness has spawned.

Heavens flair, we all do share,

reflections of every star,

vibrations tune, none immune,

to galactic reservoir.

Each tiny shell, a solar cell,

each essence finds its will,

beneath the skies that hold our ties,

and promise to fulfill.

To mornings dawn all eyes are drawn,

such blinding rays of vision,

as rising sun that makes us one,

ends our fractal division.

The night recedes with planted seeds,

that grows our daily heather,

in unity and community,

in thought with immaculate tether.

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About this Poem: By day our connection to consciousness and oneness with it, is of the earth and sun...however, when night falls, the vastness of the universe presents itself and reminds us that we are part of something even larger...a universal consciousness which is far greater than one planet and star alone…it’s a very different connection that stays in our mind and grows over time.

The Moody Blues

The Moody Blues

In days of Future passed,

It’s Tuesday Afternoon,

and by the Evening,

it will be time to get away,

as nights in white satin, have their say.

Let us prepare,

for the departure,

in search of the lost chord,
come ride my see saw,

to the house of four doors,

Where the legend of a mind,

and voices in the sky,

sing of the best ways to travel,

with visions of paradise,

we are the actor, spoken word and OM.

For in the realm of conscious existence,
on the threshold of a dream,

Our realities come to together…

and Oh, its so lovely to see you again,

my friend.

Walk along with me, 
to the next bend,

for never comes the day,

where we are lost,

in the beginning.

Are you sitting comfortably?

Have you heard the dream?

The voyage?

Will you put it in my diary?

and, how is it we are here?”

So many Questions,

as the tide rushes in

and washes our castles away,

don’t you feel small?

like the tortoise and the hare?

It’s up to you, and me,

when all the stars are falling down,

into the sea, 
and on the ground,

will I be the melancholy man.

For dawning is the day,

as the procession moves on,

with a question of balance,

and the story in your eyes.

We are living an illusion,

lost in a lost world,

but there are new horizons,

where you and me are living

in a land of make believe.

So be that, 
I may feel,

I’m a singer in a Rock n Roll Band,

Trying to understand,

while stepping in a slide zone.

I hear the long distance voyager,

as the voice appears in my head,

while I’m talking out of turn,

in this Gemini dream,

in my world…

Its been 22,000 days,

and I’m Nervous, 
with a painted smile,

a reflective smile,

of the veteran cosmic rocker.

But in this Blue world,

meet me half way,

because I’m sitting at the wheel,

going nowhere.

without you.

There’s a hole in the world,

It’s under my feet,

where running water says,

I am Sorry.
I am sorry...

Meanwhile,

I want to be in your wildest dreams,

I want to Rock n Roll over you,

without slings and arrows,

on the other side of life.

I know you’re out there somewhere,

and I want to be with you,

for in the river of endless love,

there are no more lies,
so lean on me.

Let us open the vintage wine,

I’m at the breaking point,

looking for a miracle,
in these strange times,

with an English sunset.

I know that sooner or later,

wherever you are,

you’ll let your feelings show,

because all that is real, 
is you.

For words that you say,

my little lovely,

are forever now, 
with the swallow,

nothing changes.

And yet, it is winter,

time for December snow,

where in the quiet of Christmas morning,

a winters tale unfolds,

The spirit of Christmas,

Is upon us,

and yes,

I believe in miracles…

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About this Poem: One of my favourite bands is the Moody Blues; so I've included the titles to many of the Moody Blues songs and albums to make a poem of their music. Below you will find a playlist of their music. :) 

The Moody Blues