in search of the lost chord, come
ride my see saw,
to
the house of four doors,
Where
the legend of a mind,
and
voices in the sky,
sing
of the best ways to travel,
with
visions of paradise,
we are the
actor, spoken word and OM.
For
in the realm of conscious existence, on the threshold of a dream,
Our
realities come to together…
and
Oh, its so lovely to see you again,
my
friend.
Walk
along with me, to the next bend,
for
never comes the day,
where
we are lost,
in
the beginning.
Are
you sitting comfortably?
Have
you heard the dream?
The
voyage?
Will
you put it in my diary?
and, how
is it we are here?” So many Questions,
as
the tide rushes in
and
washes our castles away,
don’t
you feel small?
like the tortoise and the hare?
It’s
up to you, and me,
when
all the stars are falling down,
into
the sea, and on the ground,
will
I be the melancholy man.
For dawning
is the day,
as the procession moves on,
with
a question of balance,
and
the story in your eyes.
We
are living an illusion,
lost
in a lost world,
but
there are new horizons,
where you and me are living
in
a land of make believe.
So
be that, I may feel,
I’m
a singer in a Rock n Roll Band,
Trying
to understand,
while
stepping in a slide zone.
I hear the long distance voyager,
as the voice appears in my head,
while
I’m talking out of turn,
in
this Gemini dream,
in
my world…
Its
been 22,000 days,
and
I’m Nervous, with a painted smile,
a
reflective smile,
of
the veteran cosmic rocker.
But
in this Blue world,
meet
me half way,
because
I’m sitting at the wheel,
going
nowhere.
without you.
There’s
a hole in the world,
It’s
under my feet,
where
running water says,
I
am Sorry. I am sorry...
Meanwhile,
I
want to be in your wildest dreams,
I
want to Rock n Roll over you,
without
slings and arrows,
on
the other side of life.
I
know you’re out there somewhere,
and
I want to be with you,
for
in the river of endless love,
there
are no more lies, so lean on me.
Let
us open the vintage wine,
I’m
at the breaking point,
looking
for a miracle, in these strange times,
with an English sunset.
I
know that sooner or later,
wherever
you are,
you’ll
let your feelings show,
because
all that is real, is you.
For
words that you say,
my
little lovely,
are
forever now, with the swallow,
nothing
changes.
And
yet, it is winter,
time
for December snow,
where
in the quiet of Christmas morning,
a
winters tale unfolds,
The
spirit of Christmas,
Is
upon us,
and
yes,
I
believe in miracles…
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About this Poem: One of my favourite bands is the Moody Blues; so I've included the titles to many of the Moody Blues songs and albums to make a poem of
their music. Below you will find a playlist of their music. :)
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
The creature stands in front of its lair engulfed in flames
of rage proclaiming its war on mankind…Blindness surrounds the colourless souls
that hear only the echoed voices of illusion…and like lemmings, they follow
into sway, burning with the fires of madness.
Away in the distance, the cries of the besieged echo in
streets now cast in darkness. Fires rage with crackling smoke, while the dead
search for reason. Columns of greed and hate move in to crush the souls of
children as the demons feed from their blood lust and cheer in delight from
their mountain tops. The ZION Beast is revealed for all to see…and may God damn
it back to hell!!
“I Am Home” is a Poem that follows fractal consciousness
from birth to death and the lifelong journey in between in the search for the meaning of life and existence.
I Am Home
Surrounding darkness wanes, birthing image, form and sight,
Deep the first breath sails, with eyes seeking for light.
Born from inner mind, consciousness becomes aware,
Holding bonds and imprints that form within the glare.
Journeys unfold from vastness, untouched by day or night,
Held by unseen powers with guidance to the light.
Beating hearts with purpose, engraved within the soul,
Forever seeking knowledge and all there is to know.
Chosen tasks and journey’s, emerging day to day,
Enticed by inner knowledge and the roles that they will play.
Encounters begin to flourish; insights start to gather,
Euphoric flares and polar thoughts, are all that seem to
matter.
Cities of opposition, unmask their daunting maze,
Filled by Fractal beings, with different paths and ways.
Buildings of ego rise within, each fractal beings mind,
Disrupting spiritual currents, they become extremely blind.
Expressed in mortal lifetimes, fractals wander endless streets,
Some are held asunder, others filled with grief.
But rigid minds of ego, seek purpose to defend,
To prove their fractal journey, has meaning in the end.
Yet minds of merging circuitry, discards redundant thought,
Purpose seems much clearer, from the lessons they were taught.
Conflicts end and spirits rise, resistance is let go,
Fractal beings much wiser, give in now to the soul.
Living beings once captive, no longer live in tatters,
The truth they found in Oneness, is all that really
matters.
Uplifting light descending now, pure with empathy,
The Myth does lift so gently, to reveal eternity...
I am Home!
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Dedicated to Michael C. Ruppert, tracker of truth and Light
worker.
This Poem was re-written (2020 Oct 12th,) and given a new title. "The Battle of Might and Soul"
It happens before every storm, the build up of emotion that
peeks to an awareness that something more than a storm is coming. As the wind
picks up, it brings with it an energy field that seems to bridge the spirit
world and the living world into one consciousness.
The excited sounds of the birds outside confirm my feelings
that I’m not the only one that feels the rise in emotion and energy. Alarm
bells go off in my mind warning me that something is coming…I feel like I’m
inside a dream not able to see what looms in front of me but I know its there…I
feel it’s approach as the raised hair on my neck confirms.
The wind rolled in, howling down on the dwellings of
confused inhabitants all around me. Dark clouds above moved in swiftly,
battling in a tangled twilight with the suns rays revealing images in motion as
if on plains long forgotten and in stories from long ago only rediscovered now
as they announce their presence.
The clouds merged into landscapes and shadow images seen only
in dreams as the wind carries something that moves unseen and silently into
place. Formations held fast as the wind briefly dies to reveal consciousness
peering down on the life below…and then just as quickly as it came, moved away,
chased by something close behind.
There was an awareness in the air that seemed driven by
confident madness…and yet it did not take notice of the scurrying figures
below. The moment seemed fit for the beginning of a nightmare but in a waking
moment, it is real…
In an instant, my mind is taken to confident thoughts and
impressions found when consciousness takes hold in dreams. There are cycles of
deja vu and all knowing flowing through my mind, thoughts of shadow and light.
Something is there…I sense it, and it senses me…
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.
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. 😉
“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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