Thursday, December 31, 2015

Forests Old, Deep and Rare




Forests Old, Deep and Rare

In forests old, deep and rare, where crossroads come our way,
storied cathedral, Journey’s end, new beginning starts today.

Timber woods engage the eyes, lifting fragile spirit,
walls within soon dissipate, as senses long to hear it.

A new year comes around once more, bringing forth its mystery,
once inside, illumination, reflecting coming history.

Civilization behind grows quiet, its sound returned in prayer,
hope is carried as our lantern, through forests deep and rare.
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About this Poem: The last day of the year brings with it, deep reflection of the past. It also brings promise of a new beginning as hope becomes our prayer for the New Year ahead. Happy New Year to Everyone! May our hopes and dreams all come true.


Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Morning Walk



Morning Walk

Daylight dawns my morning walk, uplifting silence heard,
peaceful moments I embrace, with animal, tree n’ bird.

Country life in harmony, pleasant heartful tether,
where consciousness gathers all, brings it all together.

Paths I’ve traveled, ones less taken, brought me here today,
mistakes have made me wiser as karma had its say.

I’m well at hand and hidden, ascending older years,
for all my past is gathered, resolved, and without fears.

My spirit reborn, has risen, ego holds no reigns,
imprisoned mind no longer, nor weighed down by its chains.

As time unfolds before me, I know from right and wrong,
standing on foundations, understanding keeps me strong.

I walk on my good morning, my thoughts surrounding me,
ready for the days ahead, with light that helps me see.
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Edited: April 23rd, 2021

About: “Morning Walk” expresses the peace I found after a long and painful battle of purging all my demons of addiction.


Sunday, December 13, 2015

Twilight



Twilight 

Twilight beckons,
before the rains, 
glowing brighter, 
as daytime wanes. 

I linger here, 
in land of snow, 
where dark turns light, 
and shadows glow. 

Radiance shines, 
and hugs the dawn, 
brilliant umbra, 
perception spawned. 

Conscience lingers, 
to mend my wings, 
spirit glowing, 
as essence sings. 

With thoughts complete, 
to make me one, 
eternity, 
with rising sun.
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2020 Oct. 12th, - 2nd Edit

Twilight Definition: The soft light in the sky seen before the rising and (especially) after the setting of the sun, occasioned by the illumination of the earth’s atmosphere by the direct rays of the sun and their reflection on the earth

Saturday, December 12, 2015

Enemy at the Gates




Enemy at the Gates

Silent shrieking soulless demons fires burning hither,
poisoned smiles evil faces nations fray and wither.
deception vengeance cold as ice wicked anger burns,
skyward looking lofty laughter eyes of hatred churns.

Occupation days of sorrow spirits held asunder,
darkness dungeons prison walls vile vicious thunder.
sunken eyes evil spirits iron dust and flashes,
howling beasts torches lit village burned to ashes.

Fallen buildings glowing embers invasion broken town,
wicked twisted psychopathic creation upside down.
rapacious greedy corporations weapons global war,
hopeless broken endless fury nightmares come ashore.
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The seeds of death are sewn by satanic leaders who’s actions of war and occupation prove that they are not human beings, but soulless demons who’ve sold their souls for 30 pieces of silver…

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Darkness – Vadim Kiselev


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Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Cellular Prison



Cellular Prison

Masses enveloped by microwaves,
eyes engaged, held asunder,
heads hung low, the soul enslaved,
by fear, the minds a plunder.

Visual programs running ads,
corporate gains for profit,
goading markets to the fools,
addicted, they can’t stop it.

Connect your cell to the grid,
all your data held in hand,
from birth to death and in between,
they know your whole lifespan.

Malefactor system,
brimming with extortion,
exacting payments for your time,
more for larger portion.

Personal relations bought the farm,
well of souls run dry,
human life stuck in prison,
it’s meaning passes by.
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Communication has become more technical and less human…


Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Robert Frost: Into My Own


Photo: Stewart Brennan

Into My Own

One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
so old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
were not, as ‘twere, the merest mask of gloom,
but stretched away unto the edge of doom.

I should not be withheld but that some day,
into their vastness I should steal away,
fearless of ever finding open land,
or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.

I do not see why I should e’er turn back,
or those should not set forth upon my track,
to Overtake me, who should miss me here,
and long to know if still I held them dear.

They would not find me changed from him they knew –
only more sure of all I thought was true.
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Robert Frost

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Here for a Moment



PHOTO: Empathic energy released - A guardian angel lifts her hand to her face and manifests the universal light within, sending waves of healing energy to you by empathic thought. ~ May all your troubles fall away to the loving essence of peace.

Here for a Moment

I heard a ballad by a friend, 
his music pleased my mind, 
melodic lyrics gathered me, 
for wisdom I did find. 

I saw a picture of the light, 
bright colors danced the skies, 
excitement mirrored in its shine, 
engaged my soulful eyes. 

I met someone, a sentient being, 
through eyes our souls connected, 
her essence spoke to me in thoughts, 
delivery twice perfected. 

CHORUS 
It doesn’t matter what you believe, 
just as long as your heart is true, 
we’re only here for a moment, 
to express our point of view. 

I saw a film that showed the stars, 
such beauty through and through, 
with skies so vast my heart sang out, 
for in it, there was you. 

I read a book the other day, 
its paintings splashed my mind, 
with glowing creativity, 
a classic I did find. 

CHORUS 
It doesn’t matter what you believe, 
just as long as your heart is true, 
we’re only here for a moment, 
to express our point of view. 

A stranger sent a thank you note, 
that filled my thoughts with hope, 
one good deed becomes another, 
so pleased in what she wrote. 

Life has been an education, 
in the end I know I’m free, 
time well spent among the living, 
many wonders still to see. 

CHORUS 
It doesn’t matter what you believe, 
just as long as your heart is true, 
we’re only here for a moment, 
to express our point of view. 
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Inspired by the music of Michael on Fire




Monday, September 21, 2015

Apathetic Nation


Apathetic Nation

All hail president, dictator and chief,
a sociopath that’s beyond belief,
Nobel prize his, for mass execution,
terrorist wars his final solution.

Puppets in power, with dark agenda,
rigged elections and fake referenda,
all power managed, from behind the scenes,
a corporate collusion, anchored in memes.

Don’t challenge their lies with truth or complaint,
and don’t whistle blow, by reporting their feint,
just give up your rights, trust their commissions,
never question their lawless renditions.

Lobby groups gather in adoration,
all villainous scum, who’ve seized the nation,
elections are here, the field’s deranged,
now forget their crimes, its time for a change.

Unverified tools, in rigged elections,
all candidates, are corporate selections,
just drivel your choice in their ballot box,
continue the bunkum, to split their stocks.

Apathy rules, seas of humanity,
programmed minds by corporate insanity.
TV mediums, unload on their fold,
captive audience, believe what their told.

Screaming their viewpoints, to convince the poor,
“Bomb them, bomb them, it’s time for war”,
they then wave their flags, to echo their say,
and repeat their programs day after day.

American wars bring devastation,
media deludes their congregation,
and now a word from our trusted sponsor,
business is up for the corporate monster.
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By: The Activist Poet
2nd Edit Mar 04, 2021

About this expression:

Apathetic Nation is a poem about Western corporate governance and how it has seized control of the nation and minds of their people…

The World is controlled by a dictatorship of Oligarchs anchored in the USA and Europe through corporate collusion of money and power. Its neoteric Roman foundation is built on the backs of Billions of subservient people throughout the World who are forced to believe in the empirical religions of the private monetary systems…the US President is the western economic cartel’s corporate CEO that wields the power given to him by the majority stock holders behind the scenes. In 2015, that was Barack Obama.

Throughout their economic empire, the enslaved masses are burdened by government taxation while their wages are stagnated by corporate shareholder’s and evaporate by inflation…a tithe of starvation enforced on the people by the greedy, who pray and worship their money god. Be wary of retribution if you complain or revolt, for waiting in the wings is their brutal sociopathic law enforcement agents who have been given carte blanche to squash all non-believers by any means necessary.

Around the World, wars are waged by the western economic cartel against all those who resist Western economic takeover.

In the aftermath of Imperial warfare, refugees are left with nothing but their will to survive, and leave their decimated nations in search of a safe environment so that their children may live…yet the doors of the empire are either closed by armed guards or become the entrance to an open prison where they will be used as an excuse to lockdown the entire population through draconian legislation when a reaction to austerity or political expediency brings revolt…the Worlds mass media are corporate owned and do not represent the peoples interest nor do they report the truth which is required by a free society. Rule by the few through their Private Banks and Mega Corporations must end if people on earth are to survive the coming totalitarian dictatorship! Their war on society and our communities must end!

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Evolve


Evolve

If mankind is going to evolve, we must overcome and discard our inherent animal instincts by reaching for the higher spiritual being contained within the life spark that defines our connection to the universe.


Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Angel in the Shadows


 The Inspiration for this poem comes from the great Persian scholar, Poet, theologian, and mystic Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī and the Photo above that I took in 2007.

"The Morning Breeze has secrets to tell you, do not go back to sleep." ~ Rumi


Angel in the Shadows

In painted skies, sunset falls,
the clouds reveal your shape,
storms in brilliance, heavens halls,
leave my mouth agape.

Angel in the shadows,
embraced by empathic light,
inspiring moments set me free,
on foundations firm and bright.

Guidance born, in morning peace,
revealing secrets of my soul,
gathered light from endless stars,
to keep my spirit whole.

Feelings lift, awakened now,
the future no longer grey,
bathed in peaceful radiance,
new outlook here to stay.
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Do not give into doubt now that the moment has arrived. Overcome obstacles by standing firm on secure foundations and lead the way out.

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Defiance on the Cusp of Darkness

Defiance on the Cusp of Darkness

A rising squall of fear washes over me in a stormy night of vision, demanding my submission to the consuming presence of dark shadows and raging fire.

My essence, no more than a speck of sand in a desert of souls, is swallowed up by forceful currents, dragging me down as its prey to consume my spirit and leave me barren…I must break free…

Panic and anxiety builds, and does not allow thoughts to settle…there is a cauldron of noise in my mind tearing my soul apart as its searing touch descends on me like a shrieking childhood nightmare that raids my core existence…Egoic thoughts from a million minds rush in and crash upon me like shards of glass, their voices screaming for my allegiance to the madness they have embraced.

Eyes tighten in defiance for my own preservation, turning my back on the fear they command as I stand vigilant against their scorching onslaught; fists raised with broken chains, soaked in pain, shouting, "You shall not prevail! …You shall not prevail!".
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Final Edit Date: 2016 Sept. 03

About this expression: This expression deals with the struggle to maintain sanity and independence within an insane world where non-conformance to the established tyranny is treated as a criminal act that carries a minimum sentence of verbal stoning by the programmed masses…



Photo By: Stewart Brennan
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Here is a fitting song by David Roberts to go with my expression.

David Roberts brings back the craft of story telling through music with “Last Stand of the Giants”. The theme of the song leans on popular myth and folklore on the surface, but deep within, the listener will recognize a parallel to what is happening in the World today. The lyric leaves a profound understanding which is what makes this song extra special in every way. ~ Stewart Brennan ~ World United Music


David Roberts - Reverbnation
David Roberts – World United Music
David Roberts – Official Store

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Good Souls Gather


The quest to find like-minded people who are honest, empathic and care about changing the World for the better is what interests me…I’m driven and attracted to others that share a dream of a better World.

“Good Souls Gather” is a poem / song that reflects inner strength and intuitive knowledge of our connection to a greater spirit and to each other.

Good Souls Gather

There’s a guardian in my mind, that holds a map and key,
to a road that I must find, to the path that sets me free.

Here inside my sanctum, the World cries out in pain,
the suffering is unbearable, its establishment so insane.

My sorrow cries for justice, but falls on empty ears,
still I push on faithfully, despite my mounting years.

There’s a subtle voice within,
that whispers to my soul,
providing strength and guidance,
that makes my spirit whole.

Good souls are gathering, I feel it in the air,
the time of healing calls me, it beckons to all who care.

In visions the worlds on fire, demanding full attention,
its plagued with pain and suffering, by wars of intervention.

Blind reality, planned illusions, the world is filled with sin,
casting its confusion, but the truth remains within.

There’s a subtle voice within,
that whispers to my soul,
providing strength and guidance,
that makes my spirit whole.

I close my eyes to feel them, and know that that they feel me,
in the aura of emotion, they comfort and help me see.

Good souls are gathering, building for what’s to come,
lifting empathy’s fire, one heart our beating drum.

Visions remain truthful, despite the worldly weight,
our hearts and souls united, regardless of our fate.

There’s a subtle voice within,
that whispers to my soul,
providing strength and guidance,
that makes my spirit whole.

There’s a guardian in my mind, that holds a map and key,
to a road that I have found, to the path that sets me free.

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Cycles Pass and Fade


Cycles Pass and Fade is a Poem about the cycle of life, the clash of thought, and mans amnesia of his past. Inspired by the song “Wicker Man” by Damh the Bard, and also Michael Ruppert and his PRN Radio show “The LifeBoat Hour”

The first draft of this poem was written and released on January 6th, 2014 under the Title “Clashing thoughts in Worlds Unseen”…I wasn’t satisfied with it and so I rewrote it on June 27th, 2015 and included the new title; “Cycles Pass and Fade”.

Cycles Pass and Fade

Hear the drummers drumming, the rhythm of the fold,
feel your heartbeat rising, to forgotten thoughts of old.

Wrapped in shrouds of dusk, and scarves of brilliant light,
moving fast, unfolding plains, reflections in the night.

Shining eyes through hooded cloaks, determined in defiance,
thin lined expressions smile, held back in non-compliance.

The air is thick with vision, prophetic thoughts to gorge,
Crashing on benighted shores, the warnings were ignored.

Moving in the shadows, enlightened whispers flow,
Empathic streams of healing, against the night they glow.

Waiting champions rise, holding oaths to advancing legions,
thoughts in light and darkness, confronting forgotten reasons.

Audacious, bold and fearless, in confidence, promise made,
like declarations made before them, they wither, pass and fade.

Cycles come and cycles go, new life takes its place,
the siege engulfs all history, the old ones leave no trace.

Yet still the waves of apathy, flood the minds of men,
who never see the eschaton, that spells their mortal end.

Stewart Brennan

Inspired by the song “Wicker Man” by Damh the Bard


Damh the Bard – World United Music

AND…

Also Inspired by Michael C. Ruppert and the LifeBoat Hour

In Memory of Michael C. Ruppert (1951 – 2014)



Monday, May 18, 2015

Roads, Realms, and Journey’s


Roads, Realms, and Journey’s

Eyes close one last time, as I break free and float into a universe of darkness lit up by an infinite beacon that calls me home. Familiar roads lovingly embrace my being as shadows merge with light, revealing the silhouettes and foundations of the past that now open’s the door to my reconnection. The road home is lined by Columns of trees standing stoically like ancient philosophers contemplating the mysteries of the universe. Each experience of my past merges with a sea of consciousness as the burdens of life fall away to understanding, acceptance and a return to unity…I am home! 
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This Photo and expression combine to entertain the thought that the Universe is a multi dimensional sea of consciousness with an infinite capacity of understanding. We living beings are each but a drop of water in an endless ocean of mind, born with a purpose to experience life and then transform back with our experiences to that higher state of consciousness that connects us all.

It follows the thought that there is no beginning or end, just a continuous transformation in the state of energy and consciousness.

Thursday, May 14, 2015

We Stand on Guard



We Stand on Guard

The sun rises on empty playgrounds in Eastern Ukraine, as the long shadows of night retreat from cities of broken dreams. Those that remain will fight to the last and protect their homes and families from the scourge of soulless monsters emerging from the gates of Kiev.

A nightmare descends upon the east in darkest clouds of insanity. A storm of bullets and bombs from overseas to uproot and shatter communities a thousand years old, depriving people of their right to exist.

The screeching rage of a diabolical new world monster lusts for empire and empowers its faithful greedy hordes with promises never meant to keep. A perverse and wicked neoteric Rome rises in the west with designs to rule the world.

The battle lines reach antediluvian empires, as Imperial malevolence is unleashed on the ancient cities in the middle world. Old diverse communities are denied their right of existence by the crimes of a sinister meme. The World has been set on fire for a pocket of gold…

However, evil is not unchallenged, as awareness flows through empathic vision to fill the ranks of those who uphold morality, freedom and justice. An army of the righteous rises, intent on securing the last lines of defense.

Prophetic text comes to pass by the sequence of demonic wars waged by an unholy western alliance who unleash their demonic terrorist armies on the people of Damascus, Yemen and Palestine. The cries of the besieged in turn release their grief in empathic call to humanity, sounding the alarm to come to their call.

Rise…
Rise with us in brotherhood…

We rise and stand our ground…
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“We Stand on Guard” brings to light the terrorist practices that Europe and North America have unleashed around the world. Direct Western association with brutal regimes, demonstrates their sadistic manner and objective of destroying all that do not do as they say. They would prefer to violently over throw a nations leadership and stick a puppet in place rather than building relations. Those that control the United States, the United Kingdom and Europe, spearhead the West’s economic and military aggression and have publicly stated their commitment to building for them, a New World Order which has now metastasized into the most brutal totalitarian dictatorship in History. This Evil Economic Empire, if you will, views itself above human rights and is determined to destroy all who seek their independence from it…one day they will go too far and launch world war III, that is unless enough people wake up in the west and push back…war is coming, and you will have to decide which side you are on…

 

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Reflections of a Man



Reflections of a Man

Thoughts reflect in the mirror as I search for yesterday,
only to find the blurred vision of an old man who once stood as Hercules.
Young, strong, proud, defiant!
A youth who thought he would live forever,
A man built on solid foundations,
So flawless...

Eyes clearly met, with reserved anxiety, by the only one who really knows me…
Staring back, on guard was the frail consciousness of a graying man,
petrified of facing his reflection, for the image looks back with the guilt of experience and the time deepened scars etched on his brow as a reminder of the errors committed from his past.

Ego would not drop its defences in the reflection staring intently back.

Who are you to stand there so defiant as if in judgement of me,
when I have made amends for the sins I had committed from my own defective flaws and arrogance…You are just as guilty as I, even though you never apologized when looking at me straight in the eyes.

You never forgave me my sins…
Yet, I stand here in front of you, hoping to make amends and put this rift behind us.
Why do you just stare back with echoed conversations in reflection?
Haunting thoughts that go round and round in my mind,
unforgiven,
unforgiven,
unforgiven,
forgive me…



Sunday, March 15, 2015

Answered Prayers


Answered Prayers

Unheard voices bring the night, our hopes return the day,
beings struggle for the light, in prayers we often say,

“Hear me oh most gracious one, I lift my heart to you,
I need you in these times of woe, a sign to guide me through.”

Empathy whispers, aglow within, candle flickers in the dark,
Prayers are thrust from the rain, while lost here on earth’s ark.

Close your eyes and listen, replies appear in your sight,
truth comes with your answer, connections made by light.

Darkness wanes, the oceans true, the skies return their song,
No longer lost, your path in view, new sense that you belong.


Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Waiting for You



Waiting for You

He stood there at the station,
with broad smile from ears to chin,
hopes and dreams in weaving thought,
new life about to begin.

Foreign lands played on his mind,
starting new for both of them,
hearts desire would meet him here,
the train leaves at 8:00 pm.

Gold watch pulled from pocket vest,
pressed and worried, running late,
all he owned was sent abroad,
packed away in wooden crates.

As anxious moments gathered,
steam engine blows release,
yet absent is his angel,
who’s essence brings him peace.

Murmurs echo through the crowd,
angst stirring at the station,
intent he listens for his name,
in stark anticipation.

The station fills with essence,
dancing shadows in the rain,
as time moves in slow motion,
he boards the west bound train.

The misty fog grows thicker,
and builds a tense commotion,
as waving eyes are gleaming,
and filled with kept emotion.

Cargo racks are packed on board,
while tea vendors trade the chill,
reflections gleam on puddles black,
in mirrored silent stills.

Shadows move in greyish hues,
its dark in mid November,
solemnly he waits for her,
in hopes that she’ll remember.

New life rides the train at eight,
was both their understanding,
last look at departure gate,
and at the borders landing.

Conductor calls “all aboard”,
steam engine sprays the dusk,
and there she stood in the rain,
in red coat, Corset and busk.
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2nd Edit Jan 29, 2021

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Penumbra’s Gate


Penumbra’s Gate

Portals to infinity
so often unseen by most
catch the sorrows of my eyes
ponder my reflected ghost.

Shadows dark retreat in thought
to hypnotic moments, wait
for there in pools on cobble
the frame of Penumbra’s Gate.

It’s beacon calls attention
bending thoughts, to enter minds
hypnotic waves of darkness
that render victims’ blind.

My legs give way, fall to ground
no power to up and rise
that’s when they came to take me
pull me to the other side.

Yet, fear then drew more swiftly
it gathered me to my feet
as courage stood defiant
on Penumbra’s cobbled street.

Twilight imbues the crossing
as puddles dry and fade
uncertain of my bearings
or where my feet have strayed.

Streets are unfamiliar
with malefic atmosphere
demonic laughs from shadows
in voids all wrought with fear.

Frantic, I then start searching
for puddles that hold a door
the gate that pulled me in here
which I can see no more.

But then appears a lamppost
same beacon that drew me in
the scene, just one last puddle
reflects to where I’ve been.

To dash and cross on over
before its darkness expands
and drains the mirror puddle
to ensnare me with its hands.

Lunging forward to the ground
in speculum, eyes are fixed
to pull me through umbra’s door
where two worlds have surely mixed.

In a flash, the weight is gone
no darkness upon my back
from place where I just travelled
the puddle returns to black.

Pensive face checks out the scape
as I climb back to my feet
to see familiar buildings
upon my cobbled street.
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The Demon John McCain



The Demon John McCain

Behold the one in power, behold the one foretold,
know him by his actions, and the soul that he has sold.
illusions of god like powers, decorated in blood,
death plagues and destruction, arriving in his flood.

He delights in money laundered, owned by Patrician creeds
he lays siege on humanity, and tramples on peoples needs.
he praises terror minions and delights in others pain,
the evil that commands it all is none other than John McCain.

Terror legions unleashed, bloodthirsty to the bone,
they wait for their commandments, McCain is sure to phone
“Thou shalt kill thy neighbour, do plunder and terror things”
these are just a few words that John McCain sings.

“Heil hail, the world is falling down,
grinding people to the ground.
greed, corruption, famine, and frowns,
there’s death and destruction all around.”

McCainish demons surface, with weapons from evil dens
sacrificing the lives of innocent women, children, and men.
revoke his power I say, and those that he’s defended,
John McCain the traitor, must be apprehended.

I take no pity on monsters, all should be de-fanged,
but if mankind’s to survive, John McCain must be hanged.
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Background:

John McCain backs the fascists in Ukraine that seized power in a bloody coup that led to the ethnic cleansing of Russian speaking Ukrainians in western Ukraine and led to the countries civil war. Even though a peace treaty has been signed between the two sides in the Ukrainian civil war, John McCain pushes to continue the confrontation by supporting additional US Military weapons to arm the fascists against the eastern part of the country. McCain also calls for direct confrontation with Russia and is pictured above with one of Ukraine’s Neo-Nazi Fascist leaders “Oleh Tyahnybok”.

John McCain also backs the FSA/Al-Queda/ISIS/IS foreign terrorists employed to destroy Syria and their multi cultural communities. McCain’s direct oversight in this terrorist operation has led to the deaths of hundreds of thousands of Syrians while also displacing more than 5 million. He is pictured above with some of his terrorists friends. 

He also backs the ethnic cleansing of Palestine while pledging his total allegiance to the state terrorist governments in Israel (past and present). 

Those at home in the USA, that oppose his sociopathic and insane actions are branded enemies. His direct involvement has led to a US fascist police state where freedom of the press and honest journalism has become a thing of the past.

Not only is he a traitor to the people of the USA but to all of humanity. He is an out of control insane monster who is directly responsible (along with a congressional and executive office gang of US war mongers) for the deaths of millions of people throughout the Middle East, Eastern Europe and Africa…he needs to be stopped and thrown in prison by people of the USA for his crimes…and he’s not the only one that needs to be put in prison either! Nuremberg comes to mind when thinking about the principals we are supposed to be upholding but then it's all fixed now isn't it. Should the war criminals from the Nuremberg trials have been hung? And if so then what is stopping humanity from dealing with US war criminals like McCain, Obama, Bush & Cheney in the same fashion? Then again, the system is rigged isn't it?

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Inspiring Moments 03


Inspiring Moments

Inspiring moments, sending grace,
lifting spirits and warming face,
connection made, to make you whole,
rays of light to fill your soul.




Saturday, February 21, 2015

Valley Bridge at Twilight



Valley Bridge at Twilight

Fishing under the Valley Bridge,
where I’ll take my son today,
beneath the old wooden structure,
in shadows our rods will prey.

The dusty road down the canyon,
was very steep and full of turns,
but didn’t stop our excitement,
nor did burden our return.

Village secret, ancient wonder,
monolith of sturdy fame,
big wide arches on either end,
Roman middle was its claim.

Aqueduct of Segovia,
in brilliance before us stood,
with seventy-two small arches,
double stacked and made of wood.

In the early morning sunrise,
twilight in Northern Cali,
that furnished our bridge in shadow,
and hushed a sleeping valley.

A train whistle breached the distance,
from up north near the quarry,
I then turned to my son and said,
“I’d like to tell you a story.”

We sat down near the rivers edge,
to watch the oncoming train,
its smoke rose over the mountain,
its weight already a strain.

I began to tell the tale,
that my father told to me,
passed down to each generation,
since our store had come to be.

It began with bridge construction,
horse and buggy ruled the day,
the towns were being connected,
by sched-ule without delay.

The owners were in a hurry,
seems progress wouldn’t be stopped,
the bridge was to be completed,
so they worked around the clock.

The iron horse was there early,
its giant size widened eyes,
packed up in the cars that followed,
large bank vault, and town supplies.

The railway owner, livid,
emerged, from special caboose,
“What’s the delay now conductor?”
he groaned like a bullish moose.

“Well, the bridge is not completed,
we’ll have to wait a while”,
spit the tobacco assistant,
to his boss so full of guile.

“This train is to move by sundown!
and that’s all the time you’ve got”,
the heritor slammed his door shut,
spooked horses now distraught.

The town gathered at the station,
waving flags and cheering on,
then in a thunderous moment,
the train was up and gone.

The bridge crew were almost finished,
when sun set that afternoon,
the iron track wasn’t ready,
and the train left way too soon.

The valley drop was steep and sharp,
gave accelerated speed,
river below drowned out the sound,
no warning for them to heed.

Brakes engaged like screeching nails,
the thunder heard was numbing,
focused on the tracks ahead,
they just never saw it coming.

Years had passed with village mourning,
when bridge was propped and finished,
each arch was engraved with a name,
their essence never diminished.

It is said that when the sun sets,
and angel rays touch that bridge,
you can see their moving figures,
to the right there on the ridge.

Your great grand dad was there that day,
just opened the family store,
saved his money from rail camps,
and laboured with sledge no more.
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