Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 28, 2023

In Death there is Life

In Death there is Life

Lifetime built against the strains
gathers in determined eyes
gaze across the open plains
where adjuration lives or dies.

Deep within a nagging guilt
while grounds rumble under him
he, this fortress, all he built
faced mortality, life and limb.

All events pass through his mind
as stinging blow turned to shock
a blow that came from behind
down he went this steady rock.

Episteme pours out spheres
while blood drips in crimson drops
all he was throughout the years
fades to shadows as heartbeat stops.

Last moments drain on the earth
arms reach out for longer stay
with promise of better worth
his consciousness then whisked away.

Through the door into the light
the universe spins in rhymes
mission ends, as well his fight
the part he played in trying times.

Harmonic waves then ensue
where pre-earth memories rise
comes the gnosis and the nous
hermetic wisdom of the wise.

In life there is death,
in death there is life.
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About this Poem: As time grows shorter and the end draws near, I find I'm reading and writing more while coming into phase with the universe and the realities on earth...Something I wrote while reading the book, "The Quest for Hermes Trismegistus".



Tuesday, November 27, 2018

Weeping Windows




Weeping Windows 

Existence saunters in the frost, 
growing spires on the edge of glass, 
it mists upon a window pane, 
and builds its perfect mass. 

As winter’s breath does fill the air, 
a microlithic world is born, 
its grasping hold does sudden flair, 
with diamonds that adorn. 

Virtues revealed in the storm, 
in weathers plan through shining light, 
it crests and glitters uniform, 
and peaks at darkest night. 

In waiting for the sun to rise, 
to evolve another day, 
foundations start to crystalize, 
and crown their fine array. 

Divine existence comes to shine, 
casts its brilliance across with flame, 
where weeping sculptures then recline, 
to diminish from whence they came. 
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2nd Edit Oct 25, 2020

About this Poem: Have you ever watched a window frost over during the course of the day and see its eventual masterpiece, only to see it melt out of existence by the warmth of a new day? In life, we also experience storms and are formed by the weather; only to have our hardened edge melt over time by a spiritual awakening that guides us back to where we came. *wink*

Monday, January 1, 2018

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

Friday, December 29, 2017

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…

Monday, April 11, 2016

Evolution


Evolution

Life evolves by the planting of a seed...an idea...
resonating into light, to become a sea of profound changes.

Friday, February 5, 2016

Love is not a Waste of Time


Love is not a Waste of Time

Wagging tails and soulful eyes,
rising sun in morning skies,

Gibbous moon with its embrace,
a child’s giggle and smiling face,

The passing hours here with you,
all the things we had to do,

Patience with a heart of gold,
always mindful growing old,

Slower walks in memories made,
singing songs that never fade,

All within our life’s assent,
treasured moments, time well spent.
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Poem influenced by Phil Common's song, "Love is not a Waste of Time"


Video Source: Stewart Brennan
Music By: Phil Common

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

The Light of Life



The Light of Life

Life awakened
in captured time,
spirits brightly shone.

Tempus formed,
ego rose, battles raged,
I was alone…

Then you came,
removed my shell,
oh brilliant light!


Tuesday, January 19, 2016

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.

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Morning Walk



Morning Walk

Daylight dawns my morning walk, uplifting silence heard,
peaceful moments I embrace, with animal, tree n’ bird.

Country life in harmony, pleasant heartful tether,
where consciousness gathers all, brings it all together.

Paths I’ve traveled, ones less taken, brought me here today,
mistakes have made me wiser as karma had its say.

I’m well at hand and hidden, ascending older years,
for all my past is gathered, resolved, and without fears.

My spirit reborn, has risen, ego holds no reigns,
imprisoned mind no longer, nor weighed down by its chains.

As time unfolds before me, I know from right and wrong,
standing on foundations, understanding keeps me strong.

I walk on my good morning, my thoughts surrounding me,
ready for the days ahead, with light that helps me see.
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Edited: April 23rd, 2021

About: “Morning Walk” expresses the peace I found after a long and painful battle of purging all my demons of addiction.


Wednesday, July 16, 2014

The Road Home



The Road Home

Adorned and Decorated by paintings of light from universal galleries of thought,
vision takes me beyond imposed barriers to my freedom and peace of mind.
Empathy illuminates the endless dimensions before me, and chases away the night, while my heart breathes the fragrance of the valley and my soul touches the sky.

Imprints of reflected vision birthed by love long ago,
reveals its mystery and weaves itself into understanding and happiness.
Here I leave my experience of tears and laughter to paint the last canvass of memories and say
“I love you!”


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