The Sorrows Came

The Sorrows Came

When our gardens burned in the banes of treason,

and our essence empaled by American mallets,

the sorrows came in the form of demons

and filled to brim our bloodied ballots.

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The poem was inspired by David Diop’s Poem “Vultures”

Vultures

In those days,
when civilization kicked us in the face
the vultures built in the shadows of their talons
the blood-stained monument of tutelage.


David Diop - (born July 9, 1927, Bordeaux, Fr.—died 1960, Dakar, Senegal), was one of the most talented French West African poets of the 1950s, whose tragic death in an airplane crash cut short a promising career.

Diop’s works in Coups de pilon (1956; “Pounding”), his only surviving collection, are angry poems of protest against European cultural values, enumerating the sufferings of his people first under the slave trade and then under the domination of colonial rule and calling for revolution to lead to a glorious future for Africa.

Yoke of Oppression

Yoke of Oppression

When the red coats trampled us into the dirt

and the clouds of hunger swallowed our skies,

the yoke of oppression found our necks,

while squalid futures bled the fields dry.

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The poem was inspired by David Diop’s Poem “Vultures”

Vultures

In those days,
when civilization kicked us in the face
the vultures built in the shadows of their talons
the blood-stained monument of tutelage.

David Diop - (born July 9, 1927, Bordeaux, Fr.—died 1960, Dakar, Senegal), was one of the most talented French West African poets of the 1950s, whose tragic death in an airplane crash cut short a promising career.

Diop’s works in Coups de pilon (1956; “Pounding”), his only surviving collection, are angry poems of protest against European cultural values, enumerating the sufferings of his people first under the slave trade and then under the domination of colonial rule and calling for revolution to lead to a glorious future for Africa.

Governing Order

Governing Order

In these days of negative spectrums,

when truth and morals are engulfed in flames,

the governing order locks our doors

growing fat with their misery games.

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The poem was inspired by David Diop’s Poem “Vultures”


Vultures

In those days,
when civilization kicked us in the face
the vultures built in the shadows of their talons
the blood-stained monument of tutelage.

David Diop - (born July 9, 1927, Bordeaux, Fr.—died 1960, Dakar, Senegal), was one of the most talented French West African poets of the 1950s, whose tragic death in an airplane crash cut short a promising career.

Diop’s works in Coups de pilon (1956; “Pounding”), his only surviving collection, are angry poems of protest against European cultural values, enumerating the sufferings of his people first under the slave trade and then under the domination of colonial rule and calling for revolution to lead to a glorious future for Africa.

Of Grey Roads and Landings

Of Grey Roads and Landings

No truer than the television

that blinds its host of their vision

absorbs the essence into fire

to render moods dark and dire.

Pretentious subjects taken in

that seethes and boils under skin

as repetition compounds belief

sucking souls just like a thief.

Voracity consumes the mind

to render victims deaf and blind

fills the soul with bright illusions

communicating their delusions.

And when the program begins to stall

the world that’s built begins to fall

misconception fades and dies

but from the ashes one can rise.

for all the lies that one had learned

built a lifetime, have crashed and burned

minds then opened in the light

with grand connection to inner sight.

A gift of sight that’s not financial

on frequency that’s substantial

it rains compassion, opens eyes

brings contentment and surprize.

All that matters then comes to you

before your transit from the zoo

one last chance to make amends

with distant family and fading friends.

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About this Poem: For generations our populations have been controlled by a few through a complex web of lies and illusions. We’ve been fed these lies our entire lives, but as the internet opened doors to challenge the controllers of the system, an information war began to wage around the world. For some, belief in the system’s programs will continue to their death. But for others, they will awaken and see the illusion for what it is and correct their path making amends, forgiving some and moving onto a whole new world that functions in a higher state of consciousness.



The message - Shed the ego, see the truth, repair your bridges and build new ones.

A Secret Place

 

Photo by: Stewart Brennan

A Secret Place

The forest children hid their lands

amongst the ivy’s brackish tans

of thickets that surround their fore

a mile or so upon the shore.

Intuition had found it there

not far away from Hatley fair

amongst the deepest greens you’ll see

neath the elms and willow tree.

The way inside where I was led

through scarlet shroud a glowing red

this forest place that I was shown

with door made of carnelian stone.

Around the frame time spoke in runes

of passing cycles of the moon

which played a part in crossing through

now lost to shadows from our view.

First nations of the pagan age

intune with nature they engaged

their gem stone works are still revered

and from their path all lines appeared.

Lost forever, histories gone

in common knowledge all withdrawn

these forest seeds of human birth

that stretched out far across the earth.

But presence here is greatly felt

in conscious minds all about

who see the door in waking dreams

a mile or so near Hatley streams.

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About this Poem: Working on my 4th book which will be one of imagination and story telling.

*Hatley is a small country village of about 800 people tucked away in the Eastern Townships, Quebec.

Crystal Clear

 

Crystal Clear

We must close our eyes to see the light

where flashing measures glow firm and bright

unique perceptions from days of old

in a universe where thoughts unfold.

Utopian world where once we grew

still plays its part in déjà vu

that covered earth with pius lands

now lost in time’s amnesic sands.

Once a focus of the mindful heart

when crystal computers played their part

they condensed the light through a mirror

made of amethyst to see clearer.

The centerpiece of an ancient realm

that kept the greater good at helm

and forged connection to the stars

when the right to choose was all ours.

In the quiet you can hear its verse

an inner voice where we converse

made of whispers and conscious mind

a powerful tool when all aligned.

For thousands of years we lost our nous

adrift this timeline’s taken us to

a world rebuilt by greedy men

who distract the mind again and again.

But if you focus and close your eyes

remove addictions and all the lies

essence feels this old connection

inner peace with divine affection.

A world in tune we once had made

returns in bloom from where we strayed

a world devoid of warring fear

with inner vision that’s crystal clear.

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Written for a poetry contest on the Atlantis Card Deck: Card Chosen for me was, "The Great Crystal"

This card suggests that you look at the source of your inner power. Do not underestimate yourself. Every thought, word and action radiates an energy that affects others and draws situations and people to you. Make sure your aims are for the highest good; great currents of energy will emanate from you, enabling you to be a power generator to help the world.

Use your power for the highest good.

About this Poem: It is my belief that a highly advanced civilization existed before a cataclysm brought the younger dryas period between 12,900 BC and 11,700 BC. The ice sheets that covered North America and Europe for 2.58 million years rapidly melted and raised the oceans by 200 to 400 feet. Cities and populated land masses submerged into the oceans. Climate changed throughout the world and the ancient civilizations that existed during that time were wiped out and mankind had to start over.

The proof of a highly developed civilization prior to ours exists all over the planet from the sands of Egypt to the west cost of South America to the jungles of India to the forbidden places in China, into the Middle East and modern day Turkey. The evidence is overwhelming.

There is much talk today about the ancients possessing very high technology and it’s hard to dismiss due to artifacts found in places like the Cairo museum and the megalithic building structures all around the world.

Out of the dust and ashes of that cataclysm, rose a new civilization, the one we find ourselves in today which is extremely violent, power hungry and extremely repressive in every sphere of influence. There is a better way to life than what we have today as I feel that the ancient civilizations before the Younger Dryas period was more attuned to life, consciousness, nature, and the cosmos.

Exploring Many Massive Megalithic Wonders At Saqqara

Ancient Stone Objects In The Cairo Museum In Egypt

It is from this starting point that legends and stories arise of Atlantis made famous by Plato’s dialogues Timaeus and Critias.

Plato's indications of the time of the events, more than 9,000 years before his time, Plato was Born 428/427 or 424/423BC and Died 348/347 BC.

The primary sources for Atlantis are Plato's dialogues Timaeus and Critias; all other mentions of the island are based on them. The dialogues claim to quote Solon, who visited Egypt between 590 and 580 BC; they state that he translated Egyptian records of Atlantis. Plato introduced Atlantis in Timaeus, written in 360 BC:

"For it is related in our records how once upon a time your State stayed the course of a mighty host, which, starting from a distant point in the Atlantic ocean, was insolently advancing to attack the whole of Europe, and Asia to boot. For the ocean there was at that time navigable; for in front of the mouth which you Greeks call, as you say, 'the pillars of Heracles,' there lay an island which was larger than Libya and Asia together; and it was possible for the travelers of that time to cross from it to the other islands, and from the islands to the whole of the continent over against them which encompasses that veritable ocean. For all that we have here, lying within the mouth of which we speak, is evidently a haven having a narrow entrance; but that yonder is a real ocean, and the land surrounding it may most rightly be called, in the fullest and truest sense, a continent. Now in this island of Atlantis there existed a confederation of kings, of great and marvelous power, which held sway over all the island, and over many other islands also and parts of the continent."

Sachsayhuaman, Cusco Peru

The Rock-cut Caves of Ellora and Ajanta, Maharashtra, India

Cycles and Rhythms

Cycles and Rhythms

Cycles and rhythms begin from one’s birth

with the gifting of life on planet earth

cycles that stage with the moon and the sun

regardless of time or where we come from.

A patterned series that brings lows and highs

from beginning of life to the day we die

we’re a rhythmic heartbeat that grows and learns

sinusoidal wave forms with peaks and turns.

Awareness, intuition, essence, strength

emotion, intellect all have a length

timing is different but sometimes converge

and through these patterns our cycles emerge.

The patterns of life, in the things we do

repeat in numbers to make it all true

it might be sports or multiple careers

cycles have stages and a length in years.

Those years are your numbers, special in you

revealed in birthdates or nemesis to

all can be measured, put on a scale

every victory or when you fail.

Think of achievements, your get up and go

days when your energy is high or low

as emotional stages rise and fall

our biorhythms can address it all.

One’s basic emotions, strengths and needs

are better dealt with when positive leads

and once you’ve mastered the timing of peaks

apply a set of strategic techniques.

Cycles and rhythms in emotional flow

with peaks and valleys that help us to grow

your spark is electric from heart to mind

bring interesting moments when all are aligned.

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About this Poem: The theory of biorhythm starts from the fact that since birth, man, or more precisely, his emotional, physical and intellectual abilities pass through favorable, unfavorable and critical moments. One easy way to understand or recognize the biorhythm is when you notice there are days when you feel good with no apparent reason.

Biorhythms describe energy levels and the capacity for performance on 3 Primary levels: physical, emotional and intellectual.

The emotional biorhythm governs the nervous system and lasts for 28 days. The same length as the Moon's cycle. It relates to one’s emotional stability or stress level which influences our emotional states, affecting love/hate, optimism/pessimism, passion/coldness, depression/elation.

The intellectual biorhythm lasts for 33 days and relates to one’s mental capabilities, creativity, and aptitude to solve problems. The cycle influences our memory, alertness, speed of learning, reasoning ability and accuracy of computation.

The physical biorhythm lasts for 23 days and is related to your physical energy, strength, health, stamina.

The cycle effects the physical aspect of the body and encompasses one’s energy level, resistance, and ones overall physical strength and endurance. The cycle influences physical factors such as eye-hand coordination, strength, endurance, and resistance to disease. During the negative half of cycle, you are likely to have less energy and less vitality.

There are 4 Secondary Bio-rhythms that can also measured in cycles: Spiritual (53 days), Awareness (48 days), Aesthetic (43 days), Intuition (38 days)

Biorhythms are calculated using simple math and graphing the data over a cycle of time

To know and understand your biorhythms is to be one step up as to when making important decisions.

Here is a link to a Bio-rhythm calculator. Try it and see for yourself

To calculate, enter your date of birth and today's date (or the date for which you want to see the biorhythm diagram) and then click calculate

Definition: Sinusoidal is a word used to describe the mathematical wave form or pattern of the sine wave. It can also be used to describe blood flow to the body’s organs or in AC electronics where one cycle begins at zero, peaks to a maximum positive point, descends towards the zero, then to the maximum negative point and back to the zero point. The form is based on a unit of time where 1/Time = frequency and is applicable to everything including the many different cycles within our star.

Solar Cycle

An example of a sine wave depicting the human audio spectrum (20 Hz to 20 KHz)

The Escalation

The Escalation 

Wars begin by envious eyes

from business ventures in demand

resource nations become the prize

for greedy interests to expand.

Detailed plans create a feeder

on the people of the nation

focus trained on foreign leader

Satan made by their creation.

Allies courted behind closed doors

where power breathes life into greed

reveal their plans for foreign shores

informing of their mutual need.

Arms are twisted behind the scenes

forcing partners to climb aboard

by economic threats and schemes

targets laid out in broad accord.

Planned diversions do then unfold

in nations fraught by envy’s eyes

insecurities then take hold

where violence begins to rise.

Outrage feigned by antagonist

tough sanctions waged and then invoked

preaching like an evangelist

escalation to war is stoked.

Depravations begin to sting

by gang of nations in a block

unrest follows by pains they bring

with coups well funded by the hawk.

Insurrection that they bankroll

calls for freedom backed with fire

divided nation is their goal

in a sea of molten ire.

Troops deployed on foreign border

mediums broadcast, threats are made

capitulate to their world order

pressures mount by war games played.

Criminal banks confirm their theft

confiscation of their assets

provokes to action with nothing left

offensive fly-by’s now with jets.

Target nation stabbed in the back

whom call to arms their motherland

they brace themselves before attack

enlarge their armory by command.

Confrontation does then ensue

outrage staged by the offender

support then sought through TV views

call to public, their defender.

Selective lies for public shock

actors plead and then implore

tough as nails in doctrine talk

to seek approval for a war.

Fabrications to bend the mind

population will acknowledge

information is all maligned

by a long false common knowledge.

Vermillion lips so flush with greed

judge and jury with their demands

crave for riches beyond their needs

deliver death to other lands.

Wars unleashed by the banking hawk

rhetoric stroked to their extremes

allies pulled in to form a bloc

nightmares unfold while future screams.

Innocent people caught between

violent conflicts and greedy schemes

with no way out of this ravine

except rebellion to their theme.

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About this Poem: In the modern age, war begins by a control of information. (Information wars). The fabrication of information and the censorship of inconvenient truths are used for the purpose of creating a false common knowledge in the public. Once the enemy has been created, a false narrative is then inserted that rhymes with the long program to strengthen the narrative against the enemy.

When a block of nations begins pushing the same narrative, a geo-political war begins to unfold through sanctions, trade wars, an arms race and then military wars. These wars can sometimes be in the guise of a proxy war, war on terror, planned insurrections, coup or assassination attempts.

It is worth noting that all wars are economic in nature where politics is an extension of economics and war is an extension of politics. In the end we must ask who benefits and what did they profit by waging their war.

Seeking Advice

 

Art By Peter Brown

Seeking Advice

I sit here in my memories

secure in the home I once knew

days that nurtured my path in life

and where my independence grew.

You molded my thoughts with challenge

were there when I needed you most

although that world we lived is gone

I’m there and conversing with ghosts.

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Spring Returns

 

Art by Andrezej Berlowski

Spring Returns

Awake, awake deep from long restless sleep

cast off your shadows from grey winters’ grief

horizons adorn, the day is reborn

with blanket of warmth to bring us relief.

The balance returns by a sun that yearns

with the seeds of life in full embrace

of crisscrossing streams and paths to our dreams

where the flurry of essence gives chase.

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