We Are Canadian!

 

We are Canadian!

Government says, choices, are not ours to make,

that Canadian freedoms are theirs to take,

well, we do not agree to their vaccine pass,

nor their attitude, mandates, lockdowns or masks.

We’re all gathered here from across the nation,

on Parliament hill to vent our frustration,

this fringe minority now here in preview,

we’re Canadian patriots unlike you.

Did you see the bridges, highways and home towns?

packed with cheering people against your lockdowns,

did you hear our children and feel their pain?

the futures you took in your bullshit campaign.

Did you feel the tears in the ones you’ve destroyed?

the nurses and truckers no longer employed,

for refusing a shot that might end their life,

since when are our bodies the governments fife?

You’ve destroyed our lives by your mandated views,

divided the country with C.B.C. news,

all that you’ve done has created divisions,

and destroyed our fabric with your decisions.

I’m a Canadian, and I’ve had enough,

there’s millions more like me, this isn’t a bluff,

so many have gathered, just to let you know,

WE DO NOT COMPLY, Mr. Justin Trudeau!

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By: The Activist Poet

Photo shared with permission from the following website

A Flickering Teardrop

 

A Flickering Teardrop

 

Gliding through space and time, evolving to her death

Moments and thoughts reflected, embraced by what is left.

Immoral civilizations, complacent with mounting greed

Bringing Earth’s apocalypse, while painted smiles lay siege.

 

Stacks of books lay dormant, a testament to what’s been done

In echoed halls of misery, where victor’s words are sung.

Read now the omissions, of morality and common sense

It lays in opposition, to the sociopaths offence.

 

Anvils of industry empowered, by empty political decrees

disrupting the natural course of things, that no one claims to see.

Oceans of fate devoid of life, now forever to unfold

Behold the paper forests, and the written words in gold.

 

TV watching programs, expressing hate and fear

Bowing down to the electric god, who’s painted as a seer.

Watch the sun declining, disgusted with all the hate,

Fractal units left alone to experience their mortal fate.

 

Ego inflated carrion, fly over what’s been said

Pursuing illusions of comfort, they no longer count the dead.

The setting sun goes down now, the tempest spins in haste

Reflections of a declining world, a flickering teardrop in space.

 

Crossroads

An Ancient Saying:

“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)

Stewart Brennan

Message to a Friend

“Have a Wonderful Day!”

Dreaming of Angels