Internal Rhythms

 

Internal Rhythms

Mysterious realms of time and space

stretch before my glowing eyes

fraught in shades of anticipation

and brilliant streams of gold,

where future crests the heavens,

make ready to unfold,

while rhythms beat with every step

in fluttering light foretold.

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Time Well Spent

Time Well Spent

Deep inside a book of dreams

where calm holds the river back,

candles grace the hourglass sand

while consciousness grows.

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Knowledge over time, enlightens us.

Brevity included in my second Book: The Activist Poet – Volume 2

Digital Image created by Stewart Brennan on Night Café

Universal Space

 

Universal Space

Cosmos of eternal realms,

a universe in space,

merging conscious beings,

in natural embrace.

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Prophesy

 

Prophesy

I am fire on wings,

terror to tyrant kings,

I am storm born, lightning’s flair,

the soul’s protector n’ heir;

prophesized with a mark,

bright fire in the dark.

I am the watcher of skies,

an oracle to the wise,

a hush of screams,

the voice in dreams

the mysterious state

that carries your fate.

I am times endless sea,

I am prophesy.

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Spiritual Home

 

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Spiritual Home

The greatest spirit,

provider of life,

bedrock of our existence,

foundation of our birth,

you are the universe and beginning,

the mother we call earth.

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NOTE: Evolved from brevity Poem “Home”

Stepping through the Nightmare

 

The image was generated on Night Café Studios using the words below

Stepping through the Nightmare

Howling winds whistle

through windows in my dreams.

They carry peaceful thoughts

that come behind the screams.

Urging to move forward

through shadows pale thick.

While crossing every boundary

of the lunatic.

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NOTE: The first stanza in poem "Connections Far Away" is used here as a brevity with a new title.

Prescient Eyes in Time

 

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Prescient Eyes in Time

Time beams from experienced eyes,

that mirror from departed souls,

those cusps of what’s about to come,

a prophesy they foretold.

“Awake now brother, to the fore,

take care of your mother and child,

the enemy’s come to take them,

your livelihood, land and wild.”

I’ve heard these words, they’ve gathered dust,

jumped atmospheres to this day,

familiar voices from my dreams,

returns and holds me in their sway.

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Eclipse

 

A.I. Generated Image of the Eclipse

Eclipse April 8th, 2024

In Montreal, they chem-trailed the skies to try and block out the sun. However, it didn't work as it added to the effect which produced a large sundog (a large ring of fire). At the center of the sundog was the eclipse and within the ring of the sundog was a shadow that filled the larger circle. as the light began to fade, a flock of seagulls circled under the sun / moon, gliding in circles under it, calling out in their wails. When the eclipse was full, it produced a pinkish red glow and you could see the stars as the light of the sun was extinguished by the moon. A very cool effect. I don't know about anyone else, but I felt a sea of humanity in joy watching this event...could literally feel the excitement in the air and in my mind...our connection to each other.

The Light that Shines

The Light that Shines

The emerald isle she calls me

there’s an aching in my heart

that plays on intuition

and begs me to depart.

Over land and over seas

old stories of my soul

remembering the tails

and youthful travel goals.

And the light that shines from her eyes

can heal the ravaged soul

that’s lost upon the Irish seas

and lost upon the moors.

We over-landers will come home

with essence to be free

take back the lands they stole

a place for you and me.

When Vikings came to conquer

assailed our peaceful shores

the ground that was our baile

rose up to greet their wars.

Battles lost and battles won

our warriors to the fore

freedom won at Clontarf

no servitude no more.

And the light that shines from her eyes

can heal the ravaged soul

that’s lost upon the Irish seas

and lost upon the moors.

We over-landers will come home

with essence to be free

take back the lands they stole

a place for you and me.

She claims my spark with whispers

Éire álainn her name

this lonely over-lander

my Irish heart she claims.

When glass of time had broken

assailed with Cromwell’s chains

we fought them all and survived

but deep scars etched remain.

And the light that shines from her eyes

can heal the ravaged soul

that’s lost upon the Irish seas

and lost upon the moors.

We over-landers will come home

with essence to be free

take back the lands they stole

a place for you and me.

Time sailed from grief to grief

led to our sovereignty

quickly turned into our blood

a sorrowful memory.

Days and nights of savaged past

have bloomed to modern day

Europe casts its chains again

our people in dismay.

And the light that shines from her eyes

can heal the ravaged soul

that’s lost upon the Irish seas

and lost upon the moors.

We over-landers will come home

with essence to be free

take back the lands they stole

a place for you and me.

Hey!

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About this Poem: As an Irish Canadian, I have a deep longing connection for my Irish roots. I feel the pain of the past and the pain of today and the home of my clan which I fear I’ll never see. But I am there in spirit.

“baile is Irish for “Home”

“Éire álainn” is Irish for “Ireland the beautiful”

Clontarf is in reference to “The Battle of Clontarf”. (See below)

The Battle of Clontarf (Irish: Cath Chluain Tarbh) took place on 23 April 1014 at Clontarf, near Dublin, on the east coast of Ireland. It pitted an army led by Brian Boru, High King of Ireland, against a Norse-Irish alliance comprising the forces of Sigtrygg Silkbeard, King of Dublin; Máel Mórda mac Murchada, King of Leinster; and a Viking army from abroad led by Sigurd of Orkney and Brodir of Mann. It lasted from sunrise to sunset, and ended in a rout of the Viking and Leinster armies.

It is estimated that between 7,000 and 10,000 men were killed in the battle, including most of the leaders. Although Brian's forces were victorious, Brian himself was killed, as were his son Murchad and his grandson Toirdelbach. Leinster king Máel Mórda and Viking leaders Sigurd and Brodir were also slain. After the battle, the power of the Vikings and the Kingdom of Dublin was largely broken.

The battle was an important event in Irish history and is recorded in both Irish and Norse chronicles. In Ireland, the battle came to be seen as an event that freed the Irish from foreign domination, and Brian was hailed as a national hero.

Open Wounds

 

Open Wounds

The feverish clouds gave it away

valley slate couldn’t hide it for long

industrial engine, open wounds

all out of place and didn’t belong.

Voracious feeding of power greed

made easy by the new arrivals

of slave camps filled with the dispossessed

who barely held onto survival.

Our lands invaded and seized by kings

cut and parceled for crowns taxation

borders drawn on what they stole

that then evolved into our nations.

Their empire flourished around the world

they smothered us with rules and restrictions

that loss of freedoms for all our clans

with constant threat of eviction.

Industries grew, banks created,

governing parasites' controlled it all

through mortgage games and interest rates, 

and inflation before our fall.

No matter whom or where we're from,

our stories are filled with grief

prohibited from owning our lives

by narratives controlled by a thief.

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Neptune on the Horizon

 

Neptune on the Horizon

Blue ice thaws and radiates,

with canyons deep and splintered,

Triton moon pontificates,

and wakes where it has wintered.

Ground parched by icy layers,

famished geysers, once deceased,

cryovolcanic players,

nitrogen, methane released.

Blue Neptune planet looming,

with its fading turquoise rings,

while satellites are on course,

to map Triton in its spring.

Orbits in the opposite,

the mystery is not clear,

yet Neptune’s presence beckons,

with its seasons, forty years.

Its big blue spot elliptic,

the Voyageur photos show,

travels around the planet,

like hurricanes held in tow.

Force of Neptune’s gravity,

to earth space rocks are hurled,

sun’s Kuiper belt commander,

shapes the history of our world.

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Faceless

Faceless

Words are lost in a sea of voices, as we all become fractal albino’s in chatrooms filled with the hearing impaired…

…the sign of the times…

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About this Expression: It seems that many people on social media are talking at each other with political opinions that they believe are unassailable, yet at the same time, they become deaf when someone else presents an inconvenient truth that threatens to shatter their illusions...when we all just talk at each other with a closed mind, we become disconnected in a crowded house...Remember that not everyone is on the same page when it comes to understanding the bigger picture...keep your mind open when conversing with others, because sometimes we might not have all the facts and they just might have something important to say...

Uprising

Uprising

Roaring fires dance with defiance in the eyes of determination, while muscle, bone and conviction harden to pleas for release in the last days of Rome.

Slaves of industry, now thrust upon the alien shores of rebellion, unite as a fist to combat the tyrants who rule them...Tyrants who command allegiance by their nefarious elitist disposition through fear and violence; who permeate the faces of children with horror, hunger and terror…Fury has driven the oppressed to the edge of madness! Rage fuels their anger, resentment and resolve as they race forward to drive out the vile and corrupt patrician class.

Ruthless centurions obey their god commander and march forth to quell the uprising in the capital. Saturated and drunk on psychotic illusions that they are supermen. These belligerent mercenaries, unaware that they are destined to drown in a sea of humanity that is intent on their demise.

Truth, honour and resolve has forged the steel of rebellion and blessed the masses with courage, who now stand united in defiance, before the gates of the capital city.

Panic rides the brow of the falling regime as their victims rise to shatter imperial illusions with each rock of truth thrown at their glass castle.

Elitist arrogance and supremacist conviction, laid waste by vintage karma. The realm decays in its own rot, and brings the finality of its own extinction…

The hunter now becomes the hunted in foreign lands where empathy was slain long ago by a ruling elite that are ever barren of forgiveness…

Evolution and chaos wait for judgement on the edge of desolation.

Will the oppressors be treated with the empathy they lack, or will the face of oppression harden in the image of a new tyrant?

The search for reason takes pause in judgement and ponders with the stone-cold stare of emptiness…

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About this Expression: Uprising is about the end phase of an empire, as all empires end and usually very badly…of course the current empire is the United States, and so this expression is sort of a warning to the people there.

When people are oppressed and pushed too far, they will rise up and take back what was denied them. Sadly, what often happens after popular uprisings is that the masses go back to sleep after giving up the reigns of power to a new group of tyrants. Thus the cycle repeats itself over and over again.

We have not yet seen the end of this greedy power cycle, which is fueled by a private monetary system…but it is possible to change once the illusion of money dissipates and spiritual reality takes hold. When we collectively decide to change the way money works, we will evolve into a better world. Otherwise if the status quo continues we will in effect repeat a cycle with predicable consequences…

Warning Hubris Halls

Warning Hubris Halls

To those in power in hubris halls,

around the corner destiny calls.

Your laws of division are about to fail,

and soon you’ll see the Justice scale.

I don’t imagine you’ll do so well,

for the place you created, is a living hell.

Considering all the damage done,

don’t be surprised or look so stunned.

Truth has born the people awake,

pray for mercy, in their quake.

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About this expression: A warning to dictators, Oligarch’s, and the hidden majority shareholders in Mega corporations and Private Banks…beware of the informed masses, for the crimes you have committed will be judged in the court of morality...your end is near...

Caesar Inc.

Caesar Inc

When Caesar Inc had won the war

their vets came home to mind the store

while Patricians ever busy

put the people in a tizzy

through controlled illusions and lore.

All seemed right until the economy slid

as the age-old monsters no longer hid.

Judgements made, the disaster looms

shipping jobs to foreign stockrooms

unemployed are now so nervous

vets in rags are called to service

poverty sounds like sonic booms.

Tempestuous exit, jobs down the drain

national pride in economic pain.

Monetary cards now all played

world’s new autocrat plan is made

a proxy picked; monsters slated

foreign dictatorships are created

backed up by military aid.

Sinister plans in action, red lines drawn

both sides supplied before wars dawn.

War unfurls that’s fought by fools

recruitment pushed by broadcast tools

loopholes covered all bets are hedged

for nations future has been pledged

criminals still create the rules.

Tempestuous exit, life down the drain

economic slavery comes round again.

Nation’s fight. Conflict appalling

one in growth the other falling

new economic powers rise

with propaganda in disguise

from creep control to power sprawling.

When Caesar incorporated wages war

the cycle resumes on another shore.

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About this Poem: The United States and its OECD friends are controlled by an international economic crime syndicate that has come full circle since the end of World War II. The empire has now been hollowed out by those in control who are well on their way to establishing their final phase of ruling the World from a new and final economic empire…but before that can happen, they need to take the World to World War III…

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

Image created by Stewart Brennan using elements of this poem on BING using A.I. generator DALL-E3