Breathing
Long cool drafts upon the moors,
claims and bonds, provides the cures,
respires life, day and night,
natures breath in wisps of light.
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Sunday, January 23, 2022
Saturday, January 8, 2022
Ghosts of Winters Past
Ghosts of Winters Past
The morning breaks, fire’s going,
excitement builds, for it’s snowing,
shovels readied to dig us out,
while snow is falling all about.
A picture-perfect Christmas card,
the winter scene that was our yard,
a country home all painted red,
on snow white canvas was our stead.
Our lives enriched by falling snow,
in Ayer’s Cliff, not long ago,
with Rita’s ghost who came along,
her conscious essence, warm and strong,
Pleasant smiles, and little feet,
with woodstove stoked, providing heat,
outside, our feeders, gathered birds,
their song of thanks, beyond our words.
On shoveled paths, the ice rink made,
with footprints where the children played,
tall snow forts built, and tunnels dug,
with laughter, snowmen, Frosty's mug.
Reminds me of my childhood time,
these snowstorms from our winter clime,
goes back to all the things we did,
the winters when I was a kid.
Like hockey games played on the rink,
till bodies froze and couldn’t think,
stayed out all day till we were told,
to come inside from winters cold.
Where snow suits hats and gloves were dried,
our clothing changed and re-supplied,
cocoa made to help refuel,
for toboggan runs at the school.
But in this little town ago,
old traditions still held in tow,
an evening’s ride, all bundled up,
a family outing after sup.
Horse and cutter trots down the street,
with jingle bells on neck and feet,
a soothing canter, gracious glide,
an awesome force in heartful pride.
Evening settles, our house aglow,
roof and ground all covered in snow,
all snug inside when sun goes down,
these precious mem‘ries from my town.
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Sunday, June 4, 2017
Sanctuary
Sanctuary
Sanctuary
awaits weary travelers on forest roads,
where
natures energy rains down on tattered souls,
to
wash away the crippling pain inflicted by mechanical cities.
Steel
bars fade from sight and open eyes,
while
muscles drift with each relaxing breath,
confusion
dissipates in the gentle breeze…
Awareness
mingles with enlightenment,
and
expands with excitement across fields of light,
where
angelic beacons guide our essence through onyx clusters,
to
take us home.
Home
to the glittering fountain of light that gave birth to our existence, we but
magnetic ink flickering before the god of consciousness are absorbed in radiance and made whole again with promise of return.
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2nd Draft - June 06, 2017
Monday, January 23, 2017
The Dancing Light
The
Dancing Light
Grey skies shade my thoughts with sorrows,
my essence a prisoner of sadness,
hope uplifts all my tomorrows,
but realities drive me to madness.
A glow illuminates over the bog,
gracefully waltzing out of reach,
it’s shadows shiver in the fog,
with lessons destined to teach.
The road ahead lingers fright,
my path revealed in dreams,
and when awakened by chill of night,
the light shines down in beams.
I race to capture understanding,
cumbrous weight denying me,
yet the light ahead begins expanding,
and reveals the truth to me.
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About this Poem: "The Dancing Light" was inspired by a Piano composition called "Les
danses de la lumière" by Russian Composer Vadim Kiselev. Here below is his beautiful composition and the links to his wonderful music.
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Monday, May 16, 2016
Upheaval
Upheaval
Perceptions in the world have changed,
imprisoned minds unblocked,
eyes are quite wide open,
no longer closed or shocked.
September brought the earthquake,
October brought the war,
November brought insanity,
by December we were poor.
The global coup came creeping,
every nation on the block,
with twists n’ plots so evil,
economies held grid locked.
The world’s been set on fire,
arsonists are in charge,
raging fires that burn our homes,
insanity by and large.
Demons run the country,
with more of them in the wings,
all trained to spin the chaos,
and the turmoil that they bring.
Heaven help our children,
their futures are not so clear,
but on the world keeps drifting,
in panic and in fear.
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About this expression:
I’m appalled and outraged by all the violence, greed
and destruction that the US establishment has imposed upon the people of the
World…I simply cannot accept it, nor can I live with the reality of it, therefore I write to express my disgust of it...
Monday, April 11, 2016
Evolution
Evolution
Life evolves by the planting of a seed...an idea...
resonating into light, to become a sea of profound changes.
Tuesday, February 9, 2016
Shadow Empire III
Shadow Empire III
Long shadows of night descend on cities of broken dreams,
Where supremacists seize power in a coup revoking rights of
existence.
A perverse, wicked neoteric Rome rises in the west,
Empowering its faithful greedy hordes, with promises never
meant to keep.
Battle lines reach antediluvian empires, as Imperial
malevolence is unleashed,
Ancient cities have been set on fire, for a pocket full of
gold.
Yet, awareness flows through empathic vision,
filling passions of those who uphold morality, freedom and
justice.
The army of righteous now rises, to the last lines of
defence,
We rise, we rise and stand on guard.
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About this Poem: Current world events reflected in 100
words...It's part of a longer write I made a while ago called ”We Stand on Guard”.
This one was for a contest with the subject line, "World War III" in
100 words or less.
Saturday, January 9, 2016
Dreams and Visions
Dreams and Visions
Subconscious bathed in reticence,
complexity commanding
form,
dominion of dreams and nightmares,
in captured moments of the
storm.
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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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
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
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.
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.
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.
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