Monday, September 30, 2013

Shades of Grey




Shades of Grey 
 
Day is night, and night is day
blending views to shades of grey
white is black and black is white
bending darkness, bending light.

Good is bad and bad is good
iron branches twisted wood
moral standing, evil play
greed and power have their way.

Lies are truth and truth are lies
stories played to demonize
coercion pressures on us all
shamed and blamed before the fall.

Coups are bad and coups are good
voting process, for statehood
division plans are then applied
interference from outside.

Rich is poor and poor is rich
living here comes with a hitch
independence, freedoms gone
different ways are frowned upon.

War is peace and peace is war
games are played out on the poor
terror villains strike a blow
alt news sources told you so.

Right is wrong and wrong is right
sets the tone for us to fight
for day is night, and night is day
bending views to shades of grey.
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(Rewritten May 7th, 2022)

About this Poem: The world has been turned upside down by those in control of Western economic power, politics and media. Immorality has become moral in their eyes and when there are voices that speak truth against their twisted ideologies, they are met with condemnation, vilification, and censorship. In my opinion, history and the values we hold in life are being rewritten by the extremely insane. The result of which will lead our civilization to its total destruction.

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Noble Victories Be Not Still



Noble Victories Be Not Still

In darkest places when night is high,
Forward come dark minions nigh.
Thunder ground and air so shrill,
Replacing slumber and peaceful still.

Conscience now awakened, searching for the light,
Quickly trampled underground, by demons in the night.
Warning sounds echo, from guarded mountain tops,
Waking restful souls from sleep, to help them make it stop.

Battles build to outrage, as the people defend their homes,
Millions mourn the victims, of the bloody plight of Rome.
Watching eyes eternal, good people vigilant with pride,
Weep before their gods of light, for the many that have died.

Screams of outrage rise, the world over do they burn,
Startled leaders grapple, with the force that people churn.
Voices forward thrust, forceful, right and noble,
Collective conscience rises, a presence vast and global.

The enemies of mankind, commanding demons from their towers,
Stepping back humiliated, the people's finest hour.
Stay attentive and be not restful, deceived or weak,
Mankind’s enemies lust with greed, and forever does it seek.

For deceitful lies in webs cast, for money land and power,
Lay disguised and hidden, just waiting for their hour.


Friday, September 27, 2013

Dreaming



Dreaming

Distant voices shaking,
escape opacity's wrath,
seeking inner fires,
that light upon the path.

While shadows trapped in twilight,
allude with malintent,
striking fears attention,
on souls that they torment.

Shapes come into forum,
as sleep awakens night,
panic builds momentum,
and hides just out of sight.

Heartbeat races faster,
charged and full of flight,
while darkness wanes to question,
and run instead of fight.

Scenes adrift unfolding,
consciousness aware,
empathic visions capture,
the essence that is there.

Enlightened soul now present,
fears have all been slain,
morning breaks the silence,
and removes you from the plain.
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2nd Edit 2020 Mar 06

About this Poem: Nightmares conquered 


Conspiracy Imagination


 
 Conspiracy Imagination

Imagine there’s no promised land,
for obedient economic slaves
No hellish place to be threatened with,
for those that don’t behave.

Imagine there’s no borders, or TSA with jobs
No more intruding police states, or programs for a mob

Imagine no religions with dogmas set on vile
Imagine all respecting life with common sense for a while

People think I’m a conspiracy nut,

there are many out there that do.
My hope is everyone opens their minds
So they can live in freedom too.

Imagine living life, free from consumer debt.

Freedom from taxation, or rental signs to let.
Can you think or ponder, or even Imagine that?
No more slave labour, credit cards, bills or VAT

Imagine living in a world, where peace is undemanding
A world that dreams and prospers in hope and understanding 

Imagine education, being creative, open and free
replacing corporate programs that box us in with fees

People think I’m a conspiracy nut,
there are many out there that do.
My hope is everyone opens their minds
So they can live in freedom too.

Imagine focused vision, and reaching for the stars
Built by intuition and trust to raise the bars.
Economic freedom is the only way to go
Rebuilding civilization to function as a whole

People think I’m a conspiracy nut,
there are many out there that do.
My hope is everyone opens their minds
So they can live in freedom too.

 

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Spiritual Connection



Spiritual Connection

Connecting places lost within,
walking paths that never dim,
empathic thoughts, restful mind,
healing powers for you to find.
  

Monday, September 23, 2013

Forbidden Places



Forbidden Places


Houses of extension,
retains apprehension,
all in condescension,
no one’s comprehension.

Quorum of dissention,
scandals never mentioned,
treasure in retention,
blindness as prevention.

Justice with exemption,
acts without detention,
lies beyond attention,
crimes by their intention.

Places of redemption,
storied with pretention,
gods of their invention,
gather for ascension.
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The Activist Poet
 (Re-Edited 20200614)

About this Poem: The wealthy few control and own all paths of economics, real estate and supplies of need. Their rule was acquired by criminal acts that were declared legal by their own governance of economic and spiritual charades. As such, they believe themselves noble, untouchable and saints to the gods they create.

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Hidden Castles


Hidden Castles
 
Morning light evening hallows
fading scenes cast in shadows
themes unfold, twilight ridden
exposing throngs in castles hidden.
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About this Brevity: Four lines and two thumbs up for the investigative journalists, activists and whistleblowers that work hard to expose deceit, corruption and crimes of the powerful. 😉

Included in my Book "The Activist Poet Vol 3"

Hidden Worlds


Hidden Worlds
 

Fractal Spirits


Fractal spirits captured in worlds in between

Forest Entity


Forest Entity
 

Spiritual Flow


Spiritual Flow
 

Autumn Foliage


Autumn Foliage
 

Autumn Matrix


Autumn Matrix
 

Harvest Sunset


Harvest Sunset
 

Oxygen 02


Oxygen

 

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Crossroads



An Ancient Saying:

“The moon is a ship that sails across the sky, growing in size and radiant intensity as it collects the souls of the dead until full, when it then releases graceful souls into heaven and retreats to begin the cycle all over again.”

It is written that God paints the sky with his intentions and reveals to those willing to listen…and then, he comes to you one night and whispers your name, “Awaken”…

Crossroads

The sound of a far off and distant cry captured my thoughts and pulled me into a realm of wonder. Growing louder, the sounds of a great flock of birds drew near…

With singular, unknown purpose and graceful moves, held up by the breath of God, they arrived at a place of his choosing.

My soul, not long awakened and reborn in truth, stood at the crossroads, as the great flock spiraled down to the lake for the first time.

My heart raced with excitement as I knew within that I must leave here…Called by thoughts afar, expressed by a million voices…these living souls with singular thought…spoke to me.  “It is time.”

Called to a higher purpose with eyes opened to destiny…It’s time to choose, and so with burdens dropped…My spirit was ready…

Millions of wings spread out across the lake in crescent and prepared to leave. Then at once, the crash of thunder echoed across the water. Millions of beating wings rose as one into the morning sunrise with racing hearts pulled by purpose, carrying one more soul with them.

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About this Expression: Late in 2006, snow geese descended onto Lake Massawippi in the Eastern Townships Quebec and stayed for two weeks. It was the first time that “Snow Geese” ever visited the area. They usually follow the lay lines when migrating however the autumn that year was very strange as we had very warm weather (80 degrees F) into October. Needless to say, Ayer’s Cliff Quebec is not on their migration route.

As for me, it was a difficult year financially and spiritually as the strings of life were hammering and wearing me down to a crisis point. As I looked back to those moments, I realized that the geese came for me; it was a conscious moment in sync with nature and the universe; it was time for me to leave Ayer’s Cliff and start a new life…World United was on its way and my days as a spiritual activist and truth seeker were beginning. (Details will be forthcoming)

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