Reality Looking Back

Reality Looking Back

It’s all so clear to me now, as I sit here thinking,

How the world went to war, without blinking.

If only we had protested more, and raised our voices,

Raised our fists and insisted! We’d have more choices.

Now it’s too late, for an ill wind is coming,

Death arrives, even for those now slumming.

Inside this rickety building, our time here will end,

No time for new projects, or our minds to mend.

What is money good for, if there is no life,

When a world is made empty, and filled with strife.

No power, food or water, no escape, hope is lost,

Within the ruined city, darkness, a modern holocaust.

If only…if only we had challenged the media way back when,

Fought for 911 truth, things would have been different then.

The Road to Endless war, could have been stopped,

Reversing the trends, so no bombs would have dropped.

Too late, I hear it coming, sirens wail, heart is drumming,

sitting here, in last reflection, reality builds its final numbing.

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About this Poem: 

“Reality Looking Back” is a poem about looking back from the future…It’s a bit gloomy but there is important info contained within that drives hope from it because there is still a little time left...

I'm reminded of the lyrics to one of my favourite songs by Supertramp, "if everyone was listening". Today’s world is reflected in this song…Here’s the full set of lyrics and the song.

"If Everyone Was Listening"

The actors and jesters are here

The stage is in darkness and clear

For raising the curtain

and no-one's quite certain whose play it is

How long ago, how long

If only we had listened then.

If we'd known just how right we were going to be.

For we dreamed a lot

And we schemed a lot

And we tried to sing of love before the stage fell apart.

If everyone was listening you know

There'd be a chance that we could save the show

Who'll be the last clown

To bring the house down?

Oh no, please no, don't let the curtain fall

Well, what is your costume today?

Who are the props in your play?

You're acting a part which you thought from the start

was an honest one.

Well how do you plead?

An actor indeed!

Go re-learn your lines,

You don't know what you've done

The finale's begun.

If everyone was listening you know

There'd be a chance that we could save the show,

Who'll be the last clown

To bring the house down?

Oh no, please no, don't let the curtain fall.

Reflection of Heaven

Reflection of Heaven

Reflection of heaven, mirror of souls,

Umbral hue, and magnetic poles.

Sky cloned seas, morning wonder,

Essence in awe, emotions asunder.

Bereaving blues and blacks a sway,

Gold and orange cover the bay.

Chameleon sunrise, coloured shrouds,

Weeping spirits, commanding clouds.

Natural wonder, rides the dawn,

Twilight moments, captured, gone.

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First Day of School

First Day of School

Alien born,

late to class,

all eyes beam in my direction,

air of sharpened pencils and lead,

I cannot breathe.

Teacher salutes,

extended finger,

military daycare,

first order, sit in back.

cumbrous weight,

caught in a trap.

Face burning red.

eyesight blurry,

thirty beings watch my steps,

surveillance born in scrutiny,

their lasers burn my warlock soul.

appointed little space,

Sanctuary!

essence hides behind closed eyes,

Crack!!

Now awakened,

follow the dotted line.

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About this Poem: My first day of school 1960’s.

Looking Back

Looking Back

Across the universe, looking back,

All Earths history, revealed, gone.

Consciousness is all that’s left,

Harmonic memory, eternal song.

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About this Poem:

In the end, there is only consciousness…there are no borders, no countries, no wars, no enemies, no famine or diseases…only consciousness…Now, what will you have on your conscious?

Mercenary Army

 Photo Courtesy of Chainimage.com

Mercenary Army

Private Banks, economic scourges,

Global unrest, anxiety surges.

Coups and plunder, by covert means,

Funded and outsourced by banking memes.

Shadow Government, NSA,

Northrop, America, France and UK.

Frontier services, Blackwater, and Xi,

Cerebus, G4S, Academi.

Corporate cancer, mercenary corps,

Frankenstein monsters, money whores.

Satanic armies, minions from hell,

Barbaric animals, terrorist cells.

Empowered by government, elected supremacists,

Traitors, monsters, war mongering chemists.

Demons unleashed, from corporate cocoons,

Nurtured in hatred, these shadow baboons.

Devouring nations, with souls they have bought,

Their victims, the people, are left there to rot.

Outsourced wars, millions in flight,

no accountability or oversight.

Corporate media, inventing their lead,

Propaganda paid by shareholder greed.

Network lies, on broadcast TV,

False Flags wave, by Academi.

Viewers believe the films that are made,

Nations go under, mercenaries get paid.

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About this Poem:

In the 21^st century, war has been privatized by oligarchs who have risen to power through the profits of their banks and corporations. Not only do they own the weapons corporations, they also fund private mercenary armies that have been legalized by government simply by putting a corporate label on them to legitimize their existence. The armies that they breed are unaccountable for their actions and work by covert means to push corporate directives.

These mercenary animals have been reared in hatred, trained by psychotic military criminals, and unleashed upon the world by sociopathic monsters contracted by greedy oligarchs. They are economic terrorists and a plague to all life on the planet. They are an aggressive, malignant cancer that must be stopped.

The Fractal King Has Fallen

The Fractal King Has Fallen

Sad news finds the morning

our sovereign has passed away

despair ascends the spirit

my essence in disarray.

Welling fills despairing eyes

an aura of rain descends

memories fill a canvas

reflection of time and friends.

The fractal king has fallen

his brilliance passed to light

solemn grief is deafening

the memories very bright.

Inspirations lay silent

in rooms where a king was crowned

somber moods in the waiting hall

memories are filled with sound.

Waves of followers gather

red flushed with eternal grief

somber ocean filled with tears

paying tribute to their chief.

Bonds of empathic tether

union embracing his lead

remembrance here together

by his music we were freed.

Creative independence

a master in provision

we lift out from the darkness

embracing sound and vision.

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David Bowie - Sound & Vision

Video Source: David Bowie - YouTube

Rest in Peace David Bowie

1947 Jan 08^th – 2016 Jan 10^th

About this Poem:

A big part of music is the magic that it creates as it connects us spiritually and socially with the past...the memories, stories, people, and the way it was back then, all comes racing back. Every song holds memories and contains a small piece of our time with each other here on Earth. All of these memories, that connect us to our youth returns with all the emotions, experiences, and vibrancy from the days we thought we would live forever...

Today we mourn the loss of someone who was a big part of our collective memories…all of us, on a personal conscious level, connected with him in thought…he is still there, and he will always be a part of you and me.

David Bowie changed the way the world thought about many things and defied a rigid establishment, leading the way by creative example. He was a creative pioneer that connected with humanity and pushed the envelope of creative independence…The best thing we can do in remembrance to David Bowie is to be ourselves, by expressing who we are through the Sound and Vision that defines us. Today a new journey begins…

David Bowie – Official Website

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Dreams and Visions

Dreams and Visions

Subconscious bathed in reticence, 

complexity commanding form,

dominion of dreams and nightmares, 

in captured moments of the storm.