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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Image created Stewart Brennan with A.I. image generator model DALL-E3 on BING

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

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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Image created by Stewart Brennan on AI platform Night Café

Spiritual Home

 

Image generated on Night Café Studios by SF Brennan

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.

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 Road Before Me

 

The Road Before Me

Grey roads stretch before me with future to unfold,

bathed in golden promise and vision to behold.

Every step a lesson, with all I need to know,

guiding light surrounds me, my compass held in tow.

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About this Poem: This poem is out of sync with what is really going on in this world, but it was once how I felt in my youth about the future and its prospects. Over the years I learned that the game was rigged and everything I tried to build was either taken from me or destroyed. Today I hold out no hope for the future as the criminals that run the planet are destroying everything including the lives and livelihoods that make up our communities…the dream of a bright future is now just ash and smoke…I wrote this because I felt nostalgic, but now it just makes me angry and bitter knowing I was lied to by Charlatans…

Image created by Stewart F. Brennan on Night Café

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…

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