Children

Children

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…

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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…

Occupation

Occupation

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.

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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."

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.

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

Capital Fraud

Capital Fraud

A Family business, moral by oath,

builds community with positive growth.

An Important link in the chain of needs,

providing goods in the hamlet it feeds.

Yet in the world of capitalist yoke,

the greedy play games, under a cloak.

The competition, desires your shop,

begins a war, sets the prices to drop.

With pockets so deep, thanks to the bank,

rivals squeeze you, until you tank.

With no place to go, except you know where,

the banker advises, stock market share.

Wall street vortex and banking memes,

devouring companies by fraudulent means,

A gamblers pit with rules of the streets,

their markets rigged by financial cheats.

The company lost through a sale of stock,

all bought up by the penny hawk.

And now your business is owned by the bank,

the hawk who sold you and the one to thank.

Acquired now by your competition,

who backed the bank by his own admission.

Market share gained, who’s next on the block,

the Corporate meme begins to stalk.

Barbaric world of robbers and thieves,

they prey on the innocent who believe.

When nothing’s left and the market is bought,

they turn their eyes in and feast on the lot.

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About this Poem: Capitalism begins with good intentions but always ends up in self destruction through greed.

Greed is driven by a criminal private banking system that is ultimately owned by a few wealthy banking families. These Banks feed off of community like parasites which is why we are all subject to paying higher rents, mortgages and taxes.

These banking families also control and run the stock markets, which are their own private gambling halls. All of it has been legalized by corrupt government officials and for a very long time. Today, people think of Private Banks and the Stock Markets as normal because they were born into the system not knowing that they are actually economic slaves to them.

The entire “Private Banking System” and stock market is completely fraudulent and needs to be addressed if we are to save society from extreme poverty. The solution rests in changing the way government and banking works.

America the Beautiful (2018 Version)

America the Beautiful (2018 Version) 

O beautiful the chemtrail skies,

Monsanto waves of grain,

the coal filled mountain companies,

above the oil spill plain!

America, America!

Your god is on its knees,

elections rigged by criminals,

who drive the corporate schemes.

No immigrants allowed to come,

your stern impassions stress,

who come from lands that you destroyed

these people in distress.

America! America!

Your God is on its knees,

confirms thy soul, no self control,

and no morality.

...And overseas your army proved,

that they create the strife,

egocentric monsters loose,

no mercy for any life,

America! America!

Your evil is refined,

untouchable by your decree,

for all your warring crimes.

The laws you make, are filled with hate,

your moral compass dead,

your cities filled with human tears,

where poverty is spread!

America! America!

Your god wont take a knee,

Obama, Clinton, Bush and Trump

your symptom of disease.

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By: The Activist Poet

About this expression: Truth is our greatest weapon, especially when one waves this flag in the face of power...

I’m not an American so I cannot be patriotic to America but I can be patriotic to the truth and so for Black History Month, I decided to create this truthful spin on an American patriotic song...I'm angry with what the US Government is doing all over the World but I’m also angry on what it is doing in its own country...What do you think?

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The Lyrics and story behind the original song can be found at the following link:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/America_the_Beautiful

Whispers

Whispers

Consciousness stirs within and all around us…it seeks our understanding and whispers truth to the hearts of pioneers who birth the evolution and steps of assent towards an age of new enlightenment…behold the defining moments of the world, each one a whisper of light by those who dared to listen…

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God speed John Anthony West (July 09, 1932 – Feb. 06, 2018)

John Anthony West: Pre Dynastic Egypt and the Sphinx

The Wheel

The Wheel

That sickly sound is in the air, that grinding crushing noise,

the meme of ruthless business and the people it destroys.

The thieving wheel extends its reach, consolidating power,

controls another industry, adding to its tower.

There was a time of honesty with many fortunes made,

but in the halls behind the bank, were greedy thieves of trade.

They tolled the roads, controlled the wealth, and sat upon the gold,

then pulled the plug on everyone, made sure the stocks were sold.

Into their hands all did pass, to an oligopoly,

then to war, they brought us all, through weapons monopoly.

Every sector on the wheel, fell to criminal hands,

swaths of growth to deepest pockets by economic plan.

The wheel now rolls other shores, new partners with the banks,

they leave us all disgraced and poor while others build their tanks.

There’s nothing left but tyranny, free speech is set to fall,

new bills that kill our freedom, the wealthy control it all.

From distance comes that sickly sound of wheels come ashore,

to prove the econ-opoly forgot what came before.

These corporate thieves enslaved our land, game is set and done,

the only way to free ourselves is to change the way things run.

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About this Poem: Should be self evident, right? 😉

Minds of the Fallen

Minds of the Fallen

Programmed in schools are hungry little sheep,

who grow up believing the stories they keep.

and as they get older the stories embed,

to become the foundation within their head.

Professors of rule then ask their opinion,

a backwards exam to conform the minion.

with the program in place each question a notch,

the answers displayed on the channels they watch.

Predictions requested of the most engaged,

believers in stories from the T.V. age.

magnetic ink maintains a mirror of words,

providing them answers and place in the herd.

Blind to morality and the light within,

they embrace propositions that lead to sin,

empowered by ego and commercial trends,

principals and virtues are the rules they bend.

That’s how the establishment controls the mind,

gets you to believe in their psychotic crime.

fabrication, lies, deception and deceit,

controlled by the few called the power elite.

They keep the masses busy, hungry and poor,

then sell you a bottle of spirits and war.

all packaged nicely on their network T.V.

an illusion of life and insanity.

For the wheel of industry, minds are prepared,

the beast and the monster that drives forth impaired.

your station depends on belief in the lies,

the more you believe the bigger the prize.

and at life’s end, when you’re lying in a room,

recounting moments that the wheel consumed,

you see the illusion, the part that you played,

the waste of a life in the time that you stayed.

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About this Poem: The economic system in which we live does not serve the majority of humanity but a very small minority of people. It is a rigged system to make the masses subservient while a powerful few sit at the top consolidating power and economics through carefully drafted legislation made over the past 300 years. We are all programmed from the moment we are born to the moment we die. Our life is programmed to serve the system.

Indoctrination begins at a young age through a dumbed down education system, television programming, commercials, and a distorted history which is not allowed to be questioned. People work their entire lives feeding this system and then die never understanding their purpose in life or what the gift of life is…

The system, or “wheel” that we feed, destroys life. It does not benefit anyone with the exception of a very small group of parasitic thieves…it has to change or we will destroy life on this planet…

Prediction?...to make a prediction of what is to come in the year ahead, depends upon one weeding out all the trash, noise and lies flooding the mind by a system out of control…connecting the dots to see the trends requires one to research what they see and hear instead of accepting as fact the information they are told…unfortunately, the truth is not accepted by a greedy society, for most people anyways, because they have been programmed with garbage from a very early age. Today, most people accept what they are told as fact because a narrative was programmed within them at a very young age…

However, there are people who have woken up and are seeing clearly what is really going on in the world but their voices are being silenced by those that control the wheel of Industry and government halls. Free speech has been under attack for a very long time but recently has accelerated to a crisis point.

So rather than going into all the loose ends of geopolitics, economics and war, I decided to shine a little light in a very dark corner and do it generally…and so, I will predict one thing and I can guarantee it…that if we meet here again next year, nothing will have changed. The wheel of Industry and war will continue to consume life and no one will stand up to stop it…Because it doesn’t matter who is in power, weapons will be sold and many of them will be used by sociopaths in client nations to get what they want. Corporations will get bigger through consolidation, acquisition and hostile take overs and fall into fewer hands…the wheel of industry will impoverish millions more and the illusion of democracy will continue to be funded by deep pockets…i.e.: control of all parties by those with the largest shares of the pie…

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. 

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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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

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

Video Link

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 …