To Breathe and Grow

 To Breathe and Grow

I don’t support the mainstream news,

those corporate actors on a stage,

nor idol makers, twisted views,

on worship alters of our age.

I don’t believe, what they unfold,

research instead what I don’t know,

which makes me seem a little bold,

but helps me see; to breathe and grow.

I cannot rest when told a lie,

but speak to that which threatens me,

to share the knowledge I come by,

while hoping that it sets me free.

I question censors of my voice,

the ones who force their will on me,

who take my freedoms and my choice,

on everything they disagree.

I don’t believe, what they unfold,

research instead what I don’t know,

which makes me seem a little bold,

but helps me see; to breathe and grow.

I once believed the mainstream news,

believed the stories I was told,

until the day I found out why,

the day I found I was controlled.

Today I’m free, I have let go,

my focus now is straight ahead,

my mind no longer in the slow,

nor filled to brim with all the dread.

I don’t believe, what they unfold,

research instead what I don’t know,

which makes me seem a little bold,

but helps me see; to breathe and grow.

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The Activist Poet

Only the Guilty

 

Only the Guilty
 

Only the guilty launch aggressive war

Their vile greed precedes them and still they want more.

They justify their lies from the bullets fired back.

They slaughter the innocent in vicious attacks.

 

Only the guilty usurp all the powers

And build themselves walls and towers.

Extended Paranoia, solidified in their crimes 

There is nothing they wont do to cross the line

 

Only the guilty create stories of propaganda

To hide behind their walls of hate and slander

Lying to the unaware they cover up what they’ve done

Then build more settlements on what they’ve won.

 

Only the guilty point fingers of false blame

Another weapon unleashed in their vitriolic game

They excuse their crimes with lies and revisions

They play the victim to justify their decisions

 

Only the guilty make laws to protect themselves

Seizing power and governance in a pact with hell

Always fearful, always couth,

They pass their bills to criminalize the truth

 

Only the guilty will excuse ethnic cleansing

To justify and wash away the laws they are bending

They extinguish the light and usher in darkness

They use their god to justify harshness

 

Only the guilty are blind to massive crimes

Egos of ignorance, a sickness in their minds 

They legalize torture and build more prisons

They demonize the vanquished and silence the visions

 

Only the guilty attack and form an alliance

Then brutalize their victims who stand in defiance

Hatred comes from their decaying minds

Death and damnation is all you’ll find

 

Be aware and heed this warning,

Damnation will come for the guilty one morning

Judgement waits it will take its time

But be assured real justice is not blind.
 

 

They Come on Gusts of Wind

 

 

They Come on Gusts of Wind

 

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…
 

 

Shades of Grey

Shades of Grey 

 

Day is night, and night is day

blending views to shades of grey

white is black and black is white

bending darkness, bending light.

Good is bad and bad is good

iron branches twisted wood

moral standing, evil play

greed and power have their way.

Lies are truth and truth are lies

stories played to demonize

coercion pressures on us all

shamed and blamed before the fall.

Coups are bad and coups are good

voting process, for statehood

division plans are then applied

interference from outside.

Rich is poor and poor is rich

living here comes with a hitch

independence, freedoms gone

different ways are frowned upon.

War is peace and peace is war

games are played out on the poor

terror villains strike a blow

alt news sources told you so.

Right is wrong and wrong is right

sets the tone for us to fight

for day is night, and night is day

bending views to shades of grey.

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(Rewritten May 7th, 2022)

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.

Noble Victories Be Not Still

Noble Victories Be Not Still

In darkest places when night is high,

Forward come dark minions nigh.

Thunder ground and air so shrill,

Replacing slumber and peaceful still.

Conscience now awakened, searching for the light,

Quickly trampled underground, by demons in the night.

Warning sounds echo, from guarded mountain tops,

Waking restful souls from sleep, to help them make it stop.

Battles build to outrage, as the people defend their homes,

Millions mourn the victims, of the bloody plight of Rome.

Watching eyes eternal, good people vigilant with pride,

Weep before their gods of light, for the many that have died.

Screams of outrage rise, the world over do they burn,

Startled leaders grapple, with the force that people churn.

Voices forward thrust, forceful, right and noble,

Collective conscience rises, a presence vast and global.

The enemies of mankind, commanding demons from their towers,

Stepping back humiliated, the people's finest hour.

Stay attentive and be not restful, deceived or weak,

Mankind’s enemies lust with greed, and forever does it seek.

For deceitful lies in webs cast, for money land and power,

Lay disguised and hidden, just waiting for their hour.

Spiritual Connection

Spiritual Connection

Connecting places lost within,

walking paths that never dim,

empathic thoughts, restful mind,

healing powers for you to find.

  

Hidden Castles

Hidden Castles

 

Morning light evening hallows

fading scenes cast in shadows

themes unfold, twilight ridden

exposing throngs in castles hidden.

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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. 😉

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Hidden Worlds

 

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Autumn Matrix

Autumn Matrix

 

Harvest Sunset

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Autumn Skies

 

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The Dawn of a New Age

The Dawn of a New Age

The dawn of a new age is at hand…you can either go down with an empty ship or build your own lifeboat with a plan for the future…to survive, use common sense as your rudder, respect as your compass, empathy for your sails and community as your destination…

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