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 6^th, 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

http://worldunitedmusic.blogspot.com/2011/11/damh-bard.html

AND…

Also Inspired by Michael C. Ruppert and the LifeBoat Hour

http://prn.fm/hosts/michael-ruppert/

In Memory of Michael C. Ruppert (1951 – 2014)

http://worldunitednews.blogspot.ca/p/in-memory-of-michael-c.html

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.

 

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…
 

 

Destiny Awakened

Destiny Awakened
 

Imprints hidden internal, come forth from long ago

Reaching deep within you, your purpose starts to flow

Visions brightly glowing, illuminating paths ahead

The truth begins unfolding in stories to be read.

 

Empathic feelings inside you, relax your awakened mind,

Embrace the conscious spirit, and the truth that you will find.

The answers that you seek, will flow with insightful visions

Whispering when the time is right, for you to make decisions.

 

Trust in intuition, it will always see you through

Awaken to your destiny, forever guiding you.

 

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. 😉

Included in my Book "The Activist Poet Vol 3"

Hidden Worlds

Hidden Worlds

 

Fractal Spirits

Fractal spirits captured in worlds in between

Autumn Foliage

Autumn Foliage

 

Autumn Matrix

Autumn Matrix

 

Harvest Sunset

Harvest Sunset

 

The Awakening

The Awakening

I sat there and watched the sun set on a World that would be forever changed. Deep within, thoughts wrestled emotions, not believing, yet perceiving the end of an era, as I watched the astral sky descend into night…a planetary alignment not seen in an age, engaged my rhythms and pulled me in.

A shield arose within me cast in light by thought as feelings merged…sword enflamed, clasped right handed in oath for peace, and justice would prevail.

Empathic vision in lands unseen by will of thought traversed by polar attraction; It was the moment to right all wrongs; the time had come for all good people to rise, to unite against those profiteers that laid siege to our World.

Thoughts spoken, and anxious moments energized by unseen forces, pushed me forward. The matrix growing stronger within, laid waste my previous life. Weak from wrongs committed by addiction, I cast off the shell of the old World…memory now cleared of plastic platitudes, and binary vision.

I roamed the country in deep thought, searching, learning as new life does. Changes within, in anticipation, so slow, but always on time…I explored and visited every untied thought that made up my life, and wrote the book of me.

Layer after layer laden in lies taught, peeled away as the foundations within grew in light. Truth lay hidden, no longer.

All was filtered by Eyes wide open, sifting light from darkness and into wealth that became my soul. I moved forward, day-by-day, growing in knowledge, and in wisdom, to the rhythm, to the truth…revelation of the days ahead. I have awakened!

The drums beat within my heart, my spirit soared with eagles, internal rhythm's forever changed by the wisdom unfolding within me.

Truth begets Freedom…and Peace, ushers in Love, Light & Tranquility!

I have awakened…

Stewart Brennan

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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…

Arrival

Arrival



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Reflections of Heaven

 

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Arrival