Universal Space

 

Universal Space

Cosmos of eternal realms,

a universe in space,

merging conscious beings,

in natural embrace.

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Healing Thoughts

 

Healing Thoughts

Behind closed eyes the dancing light unveiled scenes to another time where rivers met the calm conscious flow without boundaries. There, old deep forests inhale the sun where all lifeforms thrive in rhythm and vibration with the universe.

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Serenity Gathered

 

Serenity Gathered

Serenity gathered a lush of life with her spell.

Timid beings drew to the bay and intertwined

in that secret place,

where all things meet in a state of conscious mind,

just so complete, together in ballet,

indivisible on that perfect day.

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Pleiadian Skies

 

Pleiadian Skies

Pleiadian skies beryl and white,

an ocean of stars a glow,

pouring over the mountain tops,

to streams and rivers below.

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Riders of the Storm

Riders of the Storm

Wolf riders in the light

return to us and fight

preserve the visions born

upon the wailing storm.

Ride the cosmic trails

where silver conscience sails

with glowing torus calls

through tethered waterfalls.

Into this world take form

come through the wailing storm

reclaim your shadow's rhyme

and whisper in our time.

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About this Poem: A poem I wrote after the death of a fellow poet and activist. The song "Riders on the Storm" came to mind while writing and thinking of him. 

Rest in peace Wolfspirit. May you ride upon the storms and come back in many conscious thoughts to those who loved you. 

Warriors will meet again.

As We Fall

 

As We Fall

In western nations,

state lines are drawn,

people divided,

by medium spawn.

The wars they started,

come home to roost,

where memory’s long,

divisions induced.

The fall is coming,

spirits have dropped,

by tide of darkness,

that cannot be stopped.

Gather your courage,

harvest the moon,

batten the hatches,

protect your commune.

For looming closer,

the zero sum,

a swirling storm,

where it started from.

Remember your oath,

throughout the weather,

we survive the route,

working together.

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By: The Activist Poet

Stormy Journey

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“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.” ~ Ray Bradbury

Stormy Journey

Old tormented mind fastens arms around a failing rudder, gripped tightly, clinging to a solitary vision, on the tempestuous seas of insanity.

Anxious thoughts gather, yet mind firmly anchored on the horizon of monstrous rolling waves that scream at him like banshees on the rocks.

Rain-soaked face determined, boldly cursing Poseidon’s squalling battle, “You shall not sink me!”. Two bright lanterns stubbornly flicker on into the headwinds of gnashing thoughts, resolved to see through victory, else the fathoms of the deep await should he drop his pen.

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About this Poem: The Poem was inspired by a quote from Ray Bradbury, “You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.” – The Poem is my personal testament to the truth of these words…the need to keep writing, or the establishments reality will consume me to my death…I fight on…

Poem included in my first book, "The Activist Poet - Vol. 1" 

Shadow Empire III

Shadow Empire III

Long shadows of night descend on cities of broken dreams,

Where supremacists seize power in a coup revoking rights of existence.

A perverse, wicked neoteric Rome rises in the west,

Empowering its faithful greedy hordes, with promises never meant to keep.

Battle lines reach antediluvian empires, as Imperial malevolence is unleashed,

Ancient cities have been set on fire, for a pocket full of gold.

Yet, awareness flows through empathic vision,

filling passions of those who uphold morality, freedom and justice.

The army of righteous now rises, to the last lines of defence,

We rise, we rise and stand on guard.

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About this Poem: Current world events reflected in 100 words...It's part of a longer write I made a while ago called ”We Stand on Guard”. This one was for a contest with the subject line, "World War III" in 100 words or less. 

Enemy at the Gates

Enemy at the Gates

Silent shrieking soulless demons fires burning hither,

poisoned smiles evil faces nations fray and wither.

deception vengeance cold as ice wicked anger burns,

skyward looking lofty laughter eyes of hatred churns.

Occupation days of sorrow spirits held asunder,

darkness dungeons prison walls vile vicious thunder.

sunken eyes evil spirits iron dust and flashes,

howling beasts torches lit village burned to ashes.

Fallen buildings glowing embers invasion broken town,

wicked twisted psychopathic creation upside down.

rapacious greedy corporations weapons global war,

hopeless broken endless fury nightmares come ashore.

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The seeds of death are sewn by satanic leaders who’s actions of war and occupation prove that they are not human beings, but soulless demons who’ve sold their souls for 30 pieces of silver…

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Darkness – Vadim Kiselev

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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…

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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

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.

 

The Illness of Society

 

The Illness of Society  

The illness of society and the scurge of our planet are directly related to our fear of letting go of an illusion. May the New Year on the Gregorian Calendar, 2014, usher in the end of greed, power lust, and the global banking system…and may life on planet Earth rise like the Phoenix from the ashes in rebirth to the noble ancient ways of common sense and empathy.

Prison Planet

Prison Planet

Indoctrination, the dark day arrives

to roll rocks up hill the rest of our lives

Sisyphean schools prepare all the slaves

demanding allegiance, straight to our graves.

Industrialization, hands of greed

furnace of fire, consumption of need

promised inclusion to a wealthy feast

plate of deceptions with mark of the beast.

A mortgage or lease to live on the land

the planet is owned, every grain of sand

all fancy jails, our homes on the earth

with labor enslaved by fires of hearth.

The work force beckons or death on the streets

no place to escape, it all just repeats

both forms of torture bring forth despair

and stress for survival where nobody cares.

Consumer engines speeds up production

with waste produced that brings our destruction

disposable things, expendable lives

with a failure at peak when it arrives.

Destructive system where you are not free

a garbage disposal on land and sea

with roads overheating as stress bears down

supply lines will break, the system will drown.

On governing tables, rules to ensure

all decided so the beast may endure

no changes permitted to ruling cast

a proclamation that is made to last.

A global warming, the blame is on you

not the system of growth owned by the few?

We’ve been here before as history recalls

excuses galore as the empire falls.

Humanity suffers, hangs from a vine

while grape picker taxes empty your stein

illusions are formed if you get ahead

all in reliance till system is dead.

There’s no escaping nor is there a vote

with castles of strife and oceans their moat

the system owns you, no matter your place

born into bondage is the human race.

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Poem written (July 23rd, 2022)

Note: Sisyphus or Sisyphos, a king of Ephyra now known as Corinth was punished by Zeus for cheating death twice and forced him to roll an immense boulder up a hill only for it to roll down every time it neared the top, repeating this action for eternity.

Through the classical influence on today’s so called, modern culture, tasks that are both laborious and futile are described as “Sisyphean” – (Sis-y-phe-an)

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The official text on World History is nothing more than a long list of sickly achievements made by sociopathic monsters who aggrandize themselves by making sure they come off smelling like roses to the general population they are preying on. ~ Stewart Brennan