Truth and Lies – An Empire Dies

 

Truth and Lies – An Empire Dies

Brought up to be truthful, honest and fair,

told that the answer to life was in prayer,

we all made our way by endless giving,

and when assailed, we were most forgiving.

The promise of more would come down the road,

but things turned south when economy slowed,

the year then was nineteen seventy-three,

recession came back, they did not foresee.

Oil costs went up when inflation appeared,

the future a blank as the dream disappeared,

we toiled on hopes that life would improve,

but as the years passed, our faith was unmoved.

Inflation sucked the wealth from our soil,

success retreated the more we toiled,

jobs disappeared as recessions loomed,

living costs higher, with the future doomed.

Many things didn’t make sense as I grew,

as the more I questioned, the less I knew,

for all I had learned was what I was told,

back then no internet for a mind so bold.

The demon emerged in ninety-one,

a new world order with a U.S. gun,

competing systems all died that day,

while the victors schemed and stocked their prey.

It spread its wings then on nine eleven,

two towers fell, released building seven.

we watched it unfold on mainstream TV,

the language they spoke was insanity.

The World was awakened by those events,

wars were then launched without our consent,

while fires were spread by media lies,

corporate insanity, government spies.

One by one whole nations were destroyed,

by terrorist army the U.S. deployed,

the declared world order was paved in blood,

while humanity was trampled to mud.

And now here we are twenty years later,

a rapid pullout by U.S. dictator,

Afghanistan buries their countless dead,

some sort of victory so Biden has said.

Economies worse our freedoms are gone,

trillions are missing by warmongers con,

where are we now in the year twenty-one,

everything’s gone and the west is undone.

Another World War, depression is looming,

while profits in weapons and banks are booming,

China is waiting to assume their new role,

a new world order for the banks to control.

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The Activist Poet 

911 The Last Man Out

William Rodriguez

The Activist Poet - (Volume 1)

Montreal poet, analyst and writer Stewart F. Brennan; combines his memoirs, poetry, and political commentary in this masterpiece weaving together the experiences, impressions and observations made during the economic decline of North America between 1970 and 2021. - Book on sale at Amazon

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About the Author:

Born in Montreal, Quebec, Canada in 1960, Stewart Brennan is a Canadian poet, writer, blogger, geo-political and economic analyst, lean manufacturing specialist, critical thinker, social and political activist, video producer, photographer, and music promotor.

Stewart has worked in the Aerospace, Aviation, Packaging, Transportation and Logistics Industries in managerial positions and is the author of several blogs including World United News, World United Music, Alternative Views and SF Brennan Art, a blog of creative writing, poetry and prose.

He’s had several poems published in the “Red Hibiscus: Anthology” series Volumes 17, 18, 19 & 20 as well as in “Late Night Poets Virtuosos” & “Late Night Poets Anthology Volume 1 & 2”

Stewart has been writing and archiving information on World United News since 2007 and is known for his economic analysis and critical thinking on geo-political and geo-economic events. He’s also been published on Global Research, the center for research on globalization.

Stewart Brennan is also the creator, producer and promotor of World United Music, a project that started in 2010 promoting signed, unsigned and independent musicians and bands.

“I don’t like what the deep state has to offer so I decided to build my own World where creativity, music, and truth prevail. Therefore, I’m a photographer, Writer, Video Producer, News Reporter, Music Promoter, Radio DJ, Poet, Activist, Critical Thinker, and Problem Solver. This is my world…”

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Whispers

Whispers

Consciousness stirs within and all around us. It seeks our understanding, and whispers truth to the hearts of pioneers, who birth the evolution and steps of ascent towards an age of new enlightenment. Behold the defining moments of the world, each one a whisper of light by those who dared to listen.

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God speed John Anthony West (July 09, 1932 – Feb. 06, 2018)

John Anthony West: Pre Dynastic Egypt and the Sphinx

The Wheel

The Wheel

That sickly sound is in the air,

that grinding crushing noise,

the meme of ruthless business,

on people it destroys.

The thieving wheel extends its reach,

consolidating power,

controlling every industry,

communities they devour.

There was a time of honesty,

when many fortunes made,

but in the halls behind the bank,

were greedy thieves of trade.

They tolled the roads, controlled the wealth,

and sat upon the gold,

then pulled the plug on everyone,

made worthless stocks we hold.

Every sector on the wheel,

fell to criminal hands,

stolen by financial memes,

through economic plans.

Into their grasp all did pass,

on money carousels,

then to war, they brought us all,

these lethal Cancer cells.

The wheel returned from foreign shores,

new partners in their banks,

they left us all disgraced and poor,

while others built their tanks.

Today there’s not but tyranny,

free speech about to fall,

with bills that kill our freedom,

the wealthy have it all.

These corporate thieves enslaved our land,

game is set and done,

the only way to free ourselves,

is to change the way things run.

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About this Poem: Should be self evident, right? 😉

2nd Edit - 2020 Feb. 24

Minds of the Fallen

Minds of the Fallen

Programmed in schools are the hungry little sheep,

who grow up believing the stories they keep.

and as they get older the stories embed,

to become the foundation within their head.

Professors of rule then ask their opinion,

a backwards exam to conform the minion.

with the program in place each question a notch,

the answers displayed on the channels they watch.

Predictions requested of the most engaged,

believers in stories from the T.V. age.

magnetic ink maintains their mirror of words,

providing them answers and place in the herd.

Blind to morality and the light within,

they embrace propositions that lead to sin,

empowered by ego and commercial trends,

principals and virtues are the rules they bend.

That’s how the establishment controls the mind,

gets you to believe in their psychotic crime.

fabrication, lies, deception and deceit,

controlled by the few called the power elite.

They keep the masses busy, hungry and poor,

then sell them a bottle of spirits and war.

all packaged nicely on their network T.V.

an illusion of life by insanity.

For the wheel of industry, minds are prepared,

the beast and the monster that drives forth impaired.

your station depends on belief in the lies,

the more you believe the bigger the prize.

and at life’s end, when you’re lying in a room,

recounting moments that the wheel consumed,

you see the illusion, the part that you played,

the waste of a life in the time you engaged.

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About this Poem: The economic system in which we live does not serve the majority of humanity but a very small minority of people. It is a rigged system to make the masses subservient while a powerful few sit at the top consolidating power and economics through carefully drafted legislation made over the past 300 years. We are all programmed from the moment we are born to the moment we die. Our life is programmed to serve the system.

Indoctrination begins at a young age through a dumbed down education system, television programming, commercials, and a distorted history which is not allowed to be questioned. People work their entire lives feeding this system and then die never understanding their purpose in life or what the gift of life is…

The system, or “wheel” that we feed, destroys life. It does not benefit anyone with the exception of a very small group of parasitic thieves…it has to change or we will destroy life on this planet…

Prediction?...to make a prediction of what is to come in the year ahead, depends upon one weeding out all the trash, noise and lies flooding the mind by a system out of control…connecting the dots to see the trends requires one to research what they see and hear instead of accepting as fact the information they are told…unfortunately, the truth is not accepted by a greedy society, for most people anyways, because they have been programmed with garbage from a very early age. Today, most people accept what they are told as fact because a narrative was programmed within them at a very young age…

However, there are people who have woken up and are seeing clearly what is really going on in the world but their voices are being silenced by those that control the wheel of Industry and government halls. Free speech has been under attack for a very long time but recently has accelerated to a crisis point.

So rather than going into all the loose ends of geopolitics, economics and war, I decided to shine a little light in a very dark corner and do it generally…and so, I will predict one thing and I can guarantee it…that if we meet here again next year, nothing will have changed. The wheel of Industry and war will continue to consume life and no one will stand up to stop it…Because it doesn’t matter who is in power, weapons will be sold and many of them will be used by sociopaths in client nations to get what they want. Corporations will get bigger through consolidation, acquisition and hostile take overs and fall into fewer hands…the wheel of industry will impoverish millions more and the illusion of democracy will continue to be funded by deep pockets…i.e.: control of all parties by those with the largest shares of the pie…

Remembrance Day

Remembrance Day

Remembrance Day of long ago,

temper these aging eyes,

essence gone, that comes to life,

in grey November skies.

Silhouettes moving slowly,

parade my inner thoughts,

with Bayonets at ready,

their emotions tied in knots.

The trenches filled with soldiers,

waiting for bombs to stop,

in search for some damned reason,

to charge over the top.

Reliving moments gone,

life passes before their sight,

apologies made for wrongs,

with wishes to make them right.

And then the truth comes knocking,

it rears its ugly head,

and paints astonished faces,

on all the soldiers’ dead.

Bloody mud and empathy,

where lay the soldiers dreams,

are children lost forever,

to sick psychotic memes.

Lifeless now their bodies lay,

their spirits carry on,

all lost amongst the shadows,

of the millions who were wronged.

The people bought a story,

sons and brothers sent to die,

in someone else’s homeland,

the reasons just a lie.

Generals take their orders,

from economic forums,

receive another medal,

adding to decorum.

Final letters make it home,

all written months before,

carried to the grieving,

by a knock upon the door.

With promise to remember,

a day is set aside,

but hidden, is the reason,

for why it is they died.

Today I do remember,

who’s lives for me were given,

but the bastards who sent them there,

will never be forgiven.

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BY: The Activist Poet

Salvation

Salvation

I am spirit, I am wings,

I bring terror to tyrant kings.

I am here, I am now,

I am everywhere that I vow.

I am storm born, lightnings glare,

I am the soul’s protector n’ heir.

I am prophesized with a mark,

I am fire in the dark.

I am the watcher of the skies,

the oracle of the wise,

I am the hush of screams,

the voice in dreams.

I carry the future, and a warning,

empathy to the mourning,

I am the end to damnation,

I am your Salvation.

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About this Poem: The World inches closer to global war and annihilation but as 2016 came to an end, the lies of the west were laid bare in front of the global community…mainstream news was exposed for willfully spreading the sins of their government. All over the World, by virtue of the internet and independent thinking, the people have awakened from a spell that was cast over them by media propaganda. We now stare truth in the face…the lies have fallen, morals will be chosen as time closes in on the tyrants…Salvation is in the peoples grasp…it speaks to you in times of silence, and great upheaval to awaken you at the right moment, to fight for your freedom…and your Salvation. 

Little History Book

Little History Book

What words the victors’ gather for their coronation;

the lies of their illusions and nightmares, with title,

taught in little schools, by little men, from little books.

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About this Poem: ~ History is written by the Victors and not by the truth. ~ 

Where Ice Winds Blow

Painting By: My Great Aunt "Phoebe Harney" (Circa 1916)

Where Ice Winds Blow

A mighty forest once graced the dell,

so green and lush, the lungs would swell,

birds, so many, were full of vigour,

the skies back then bright blue and bigger.

Our home of grace built long ago,

saw harmonies dream and spirits grow,

along the mighty river Grand,

where crystal waters blessed our land.

In life we toiled in rock and earth,

our blood and sweat, our death and birth,

destiny ours, belonged to none,

and everyday came moon and sun.

Alas, the darkness brought its weight,

outside the barn, the post of fate,

trails in snow, so crimson black,

animal’s sacrificed, hung out back.

A child sobs his curse for food,

with eyes so flush his grief imbued,

outside the evening’s cold and damp,

while oil wick Flickers in his lamp.

Despondent howls sing through the night,

wolves in chorus under moon’s light,

sleep is restless, while nightmares surge,

drowning in fears, where guilt’s converge.

Haven crackles with fire and heat,

bungalow kept so warm and neat,

canning done, jars waxed and sealed,

packed away, our autumn yield.

Through winters barren lifeless thatch,

bundled with care behind the latch,

fields desolate, covered in snow,

whistling gusts, where ice winds blow.

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About this Poem: A photo struck me in a Poetry contest I entered recently, called “Outback Shed”. The Photo prompt in the contest was of an old homestead in the Outback that conjured up a memory of a painting my great-aunt made and gave my grandfather in 1916 (100 years ago.) The painting, depicted above, is of a farm at night, where outside, clearly visible is a trail of blood leading into the barn…the painting left an impression on me for a long time, that I’ve just now expressed in this Poem. Life and times were very different 100 years ago but this painting will always remain chilling with a reminder to me that all life is precious…

Reality Mask

Reality Mask

Awareness arrives by first breath heard…

eyes open, imbued with confined realities,

choices offered from a box of masks,

one that I must choose.

Consciousness diminished, I’m awake,

reality plane unfolds in a world shared with others,

where patterned movements repeat in rhythm,

by occupied masks, and choices made.

Beings surround me,

clothed in white flannel,

cautiously walking invisible tight ropes,

confiding in their manuals.

Do not disturb signs around their necks,

they walk silent in all directions,

lost in sequential patterns,

as operational programs.

A mask,

I do not choose,

but instead sit down

watching wasted time,

by a thousand mimes on aimless paths,

all working to feed the machine god,

that gives them light to do so…

They have chosen,

as have I,

...and so, 

I get up,

and look for the door,

to find my way out.

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Edited: April 23rd, 2021

About: “Reality Mask” is about being born into a world that expects us to choose from a limited set of choices, a path that serves only the corporate machine of Industry and its banking master.

Evolution

Evolution

Life evolves by the planting of a seed...an idea...

resonating into light, to become a sea of profound changes.

Truth and Lies

Truth and Lies

Brought up to be truthful, honest and fair,

and told that the answer to life was in prayer,

we made our start with endless giving,

and when assailed, we were forgiving.

The promise in life would come down the road,

but things got strange when the economy slowed.

Oil costs went up and inflation appeared,

the tale of life became very weird.

Things didn’t make sense as I grew,

the more I questioned, the less I knew.

All we had was what we were told,

and no internet for minds so bold.

The bully emerged, then came nine eleven,

criminality surged, and released building seven.

we watched it all unfold on our TV’s,

collusion of media, government, insanity.

The systems governance and media cries,

expect you to believe their pernicious lies.

While society bubbles around the World,

begin to pop as their sovereignty unfurls.

People the World over, awakened by events,

research the internet till their energy is spent.

Building seven fell, in its own footprint,

takes months to wire, should give a hint.

War was launched from that moment on,

economy is worse and the jobs are gone.

Fifteen years later, ignorance resumes,

criminals still free in corporate boardrooms.

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Architects and Engineers: Solving the Mystery of Building 7 - w/ Ed Asner

Video Source: ae911Truth

About this Poem: We want a REAL independent investigation into 911…! Millions of people around the World have paid with their lives because of a story that was covered up and continues to be unresolved. The evidence against the “official story” is overwhelming and so we owe it to our future generations to conduct an impartial independent investigation into 911.  

If this investigation is not conducted, the direct result of 911 will lead us to World War III…that path is already in motion…

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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Defiance on the Cusp of Darkness

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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

http://www.reverbnation.com/lightfinder

David Roberts – World United Music

http://worldunitedmusic.blogspot.ca/2010/08/david-roberts.html

David Roberts – Official Store

http://www.reverbnation.com/store/index/artist_1264972

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.

In the Calm Before the Storm

In the Calm Before the Storm

Conscious light absorbs the dawn,

releasing premonitions,

destiny, and what’s to come,

to help fulfill our missions.

Thoughts diverge as truth descends,

the negatives crash and fade,

then turn to ash in the dark,

as answers are conveyed.

Ready yourself in spirit,

prepare to strengthen your mind,

thunder will test your armor,

in the battle you will find.

Silence is the air we breathe,

in the peace before the storm,

awakens spirit pure of root,

to rise and take on form.

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