A Dream of Life

 

A Dream of Life

A fever took me with a puzzling dream

as my mind did sink past the ebony stream

where consciousness meets at elusive door

to familiar places I had seen before.

With a gentle thrust, by empathic will,

the atmosphere sank and gave me a chill

as the visions emerged into the light

I found my streams in the endless night.

A path to a room with beings aglow

of people not met but people I know

from moments in time that all came to pass

including my days through the looking glass.

The beings were faceless but I knew them well

all glowing bright in their humanoid shell

they did not see me while standing there

as I listened to voices and basked in their flare.

I felt their presence, atmosphere was true

a backdrop of moments where memories accrue

and just as I reach, I’m plucked from the sea

back in the world of reality.

Dream begins fading to the fathoms below

headaches emerge as my fever still grows

I slowly get up as if in a trance

I’d been sick for days and this was my chance.

I found my way to the hospital that day

discovered, meningitis had its say

fever had reached to one hundred and five

if I’d stayed home that day, I’d not be alive.

I think back to the dream and what it meant

it gave me the strength even though I was spent

not to give up, there’s hope at the end

with lovers and dreamers and very close friends.

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About this Poem: In my early years I’d lived on my own age of 18 (1978) and was very independent but also lived life by burning the candle at both ends.

In January of 1984, I became very sick and stayed home. I had no energy and I slept a lot. Headaches soon developed and became severe, along with a fever that froze me to my bones. For several days I only had enough energy for about 30 to 40 minutes after which my energy dropped, the headaches became severe and the fever sent me under the blankets.

On the 5th day of the illness, I fell into a deep sleep and experienced the dream described in the poem. When I awoke, I got dressed, grabbed my last three dollars and took a cab to the hospital. The hospital staff admitted me immediately after taking my temperature (105F) They quickly packed me down with ice and moved me to the ICU where they told me that I stayed for a week. I slept most of that time and did not wake except when they came for blood samples. They fed me through an IV and soon after moved me to the isolation ward in my own room.

After a number of blood tests, two spinal taps and other tests they told me I had meningitis, hepatitis and mononucleosis which is why I went into the isolation ward. I was told that, if I had stayed home that day, instead of coming to the hospital, I would not be alive.

My life changed after that, and as I look back to that dream I had in January 1984, I have since met the beings I recognized in that dream. I also have a very strong immune system. 😉

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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Image generated by Stewart Brennan at Night Café

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.

2022 – The Reign of Tyrants

2022 – The Reign of Tyrants

Here we are in twenty twenty-two

the year insanity consumed the zoo

with lockstep fascism in the west

through destructive mandates that they pressed.

Thank goodness for our freedom convoy

that broke the spells with tears of joy

exposed the media in their disguise

and the government’s pernicious lies.

But insanity did not abate

as censorship claimed the western state

consolidation in point of view

with narratives controlled by a few.

Tyranny dropped its vaccine mandates

for foreign policy of the states

where a sponsored coup made civil war

an eight-year proxy on Ukraine’s shore.

No need to deny, peace was destroyed

Merkel confirmed Minsk was a ploy

to build an army, destroy their foe

Russian Donbass with nowhere to go.

The rise of monsters backed by the west

Svoboda, Azov and all the rest

a wave of violence and genocide

with propaganda that amplified.

Bombing stepped up in eastern Ukraine

by western backed forces once again

Donbass region all under attack

Russia no choice, protected their back.

Western leaders, subservient trolls

to U.S. dictates and monstrous goals

NATO continues encroaching more

rips up agreements they made before.

US sanctions for an added squeeze

hubris and lies their gravest disease

billions of dollars for marauders

Ukraine’s people as cannon fodder.

Energy war, unfolds on E.U.

striped away ties with Russia that grew

Nord Stream two bombed under the Sea

energy pipelines to Germany.

American hatchet across the Rhine

now all of Europe’s in steep decline

inflation has gripped the root of life

with energy loss leading their strife.

Russia targeted with U.S. bombs

Crimean bridge without any qualms

Russia replied across the Ukraine

electrical grid was bombed to contain.

Ukraine’s people are caught in between

western ignorance and war machine

and when Russia wins, tides will be turned

walls will remain, with hard lessons learned.

Hope prevails at end of the year

as twitter exposes the driving fear

the lies of tyrants in collusion

that push their evil twisted illusions.

The story concludes in twenty-three

by then I hope the people will see

the broadcast of lies that feathered belief

the reign of tyrants that brings no relief.

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About this Poem: When we entered 2022, there was a lockstep tyranny throughout the west forcing everyone to take dangerous mRNA shots. It was a very dark time for everyone that saw through the lies, as individual freedoms were under attack by the very nations that claimed to uphold them.

As people began to push back, governments throughout the western world dug in their heels and forced people to take these dangerous shots. It wasn’t until the Canadian Truckers Freedom Convoy rolled across the country into Ottawa with the rise of Canadian citizens across the political spectrum that the spell of fear on the population was truly broken. The ground swell of protest spread across the world shining its light and calls for freedom.

As the forced mandates began to fall under the pressure of civil protest, the same western governments, led by the U.S.A. then turned their sights on Ukraine. A country controlled by an evil regime with genocidal ambitions; that came to power under a violent western backed coup in 2014. The US doubled down on the eight-year civil war they had created in Ukraine and began a series of events that they knew would draw Russia into the conflict. Not only did the US continue their economic sanctions war on Russia, they forced the European nations to go along with them despite the serious destruction these sanctions had on the European economies. Europe is staring economic collapse in the face while the conflict in Ukraine comes to its conclusion.

There is no way back for Europe if they continue following the belligerent foreign policy of the American government. The Ukrainian and Russian people are same and are interconnected. When this conflict ends, and the genocidal puppets are removed from power in Ukraine, the voices of the Ukrainian people will once again be free to speak out against the atrocities they endured under the violent fascist regime that Europe and the West backed.

As 2022 comes to an end, we are beginning to see the truth come out as the Twitter files prove beyond a shadow of a doubt, that censorship was placed across the internet by a collusion of corporate power and government; which by definition, is the very substance of fascism.

There is hope for 2023 in that eyes will open. We’ve come a long way in a year and things will probably not get better economically, but I believe there will be more transparency and public debate as long as free speech continues to regain its footing on twitter.

Links:

[01] The Western Collapse into Fascism
[02] The Activist Poet on the Freedom Convoy
[03] Merkel Confirms Ukraine Peace Deal was a Ploy
[04] Twitter Files Detail COVID Censorship
[05] US Spies Pushed Twitter to Censor “Anti-Ukraine” Narratives - Media
[06] Patrick Lancaster – A crowdfunded journalist covering the Russia / Ukraine war within Russian controlled territory.
[07] The Duran - Informative discussions on Geo-political, geo-economic issues and current events.
[08] Southfront - Military Analysis and Intelligence

[09] 21st Century Wire - A better news and discussion alternative

[10] Eva Bartlett - Investigative Journalist

Fallen Idols

Fallen Idols

One by one the idols fell

draped within the covid spell

words of fire before the fall

pushed the mandates one and all.

Common sense and truth they spurned

plead forgiveness to those they burned

harm they’ve done not in their thoughts

and still believe in the shots.

Shots that cause young heart attacks

death and injuries by the vax

warnings trampled in their wake

by puppet actors they did make.

Arrogance and hubris crept

words of caring so inept

goosestep marching with the news

narratives with twisted views.

Now that truth has come to pass

breaks the spell upon the mass

light is shining, rising fast

on who said what in the past.

One by one the idols fell

draped within the covid spell

words of fire before the fall

pushed the mandates one and all.

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About this Poem: Right from the beginning, movie, music and television idols pushed the twisted narratives on mask, lockdowns, isolation and mRNA shots against a backdrop of evidence of their harm. Some of these idols went out of their way to demonize anyone that disagreed with the governments covid narratives, calling for the unvaccinated to be locked up and removed from society completely, even when evidence proved that the shots were causing massive injuries and premature deaths (still happening). Now that twitter is exposing the censorship and that government colluded with google, YouTube, Facebook, Twitter and Microsoft to censor the conversation of doctors, professors, investigative journalists and whistleblowers, we are seeing an awakening happening while silence lingers within the news and entertainment industry…this poem speaks to the illusion that these so-called idols care about you…they do not.

Twitter Files Detail COVID Censorship Campaign

Open Wounds

 

Open Wounds

The feverish clouds gave it away

valley slate couldn’t hide it for long

industrial engine, open wounds

all out of place and didn’t belong.

Voracious feeding of power greed

made easy by the new arrivals

of slave camps filled with the dispossessed

who barely held onto survival.

Our lands invaded and seized by kings

cut and parceled for crowns taxation

borders drawn on what they stole

that then evolved into our nations.

Their empire flourished around the world

they smothered us with rules and restrictions

that loss of freedoms for all our clans

with constant threat of eviction.

Industries grew, banks created,

governing parasites' controlled it all

through mortgage games and interest rates, 

and inflation before our fall.

No matter whom or where we're from,

our stories are filled with grief

prohibited from owning our lives

by narratives controlled by a thief.

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The Ride

The Ride

Essence plays upon the earth

it weaves and dives the peaks with grace

a thrilling ride of sturm und drang

with hush of wind upon the face.

Every climb, a mountain conquered

and every fall the ride does make

a gift of freedom and a choice

compiles a lifetime in its wake.

Memories made are set to film

to play in hind sight on the train

like shooting stars, they come to pass

endearing sessions in their refrain.

Glee and joy, inseparable twins

beam from eyes wide open and tall

these moments made from all we touch

long deep breaths to catch them all.

To look ahead when mind is full,

when time and breathing are then short

we wish to live it once again

this ride and gift we do exhort.

Rebirth in essence on the earth,

to weave and dive the peaks with grace

relive the ride of sturm und drang

with hush of wind upon our face.

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Notes: Sturm und drang - A proto-Romantic movement in German literature and music which occurred from the late 1760s to the early 1780s, emphasizing individual subjectivity and the free expression of emotions.

Stockholm

 

Stockholm

Take us to the village square,

the town between the bridges,

Agnafit may claim its name,

above the lofty ridges.

Mälaren greets Baltic Sea,

and boats are laden to go,

to trading centers on the coast

where ancient stories flow.

The Æsir gods and Vanir,

no longer wage their wars,

a Viking town that still remains,

in the drinking halls indoors.

A hardy toast to the king,

a ritual at this haunt,

days of old, return in runes

at the Aifur restaurant.

Songs of journeys, stories told,

at gatherings in great halls

where mead does flow from lofty cups

with boisterous cheers of Skål!

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Poem Notes: Agnafit is the original old town where Stockholm was founded. It is located where Lake Mälaren meets the Baltic Sea.

The Æsir gods and Vanir are the gods of the Vikings

Aifir = The Aifur Restaurant – Stockholm Sweden

Skål means Cheers

Migration Retreat

 

Migration Retreat

Rolling greens touch the sky,

below the mountain peek,

its jagged teeth draped in snow

where roads less traveled meet.

Sovereign essence sails free

above blue turquoise skies

taken by the earth to pray,

I cast my old disguise.

Operit winds sing their songs

observe migrating geese,

where I’m at in my mind

I’ve come to find my peace.

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*Note: Operit = the operatic sound of the wind

Chains

Chains

Raging monsters have seized my soul,

my hands and feet are tied and bound,

a lonely place reserved in hell,

where no tobacco can be found.

It’s dry as ice, this forsaken place,

anxious moments on the rocks

fermented spirits sing their songs

and all the silver demons talk.

“It’s ok! What’s one gonna’ do?

There’s no harm in a little think,

wash all your wee troubles away.

Relax, and have that smoke and drink.”

Then those ripping chains of rage

with iron shards of conviction rake,

casting essence into the flames

where light brigade in gallop, breaks.

The war is on, in defiance

and the battles rage everyday

to break your spirit and your will

the demons, relentless play.

As time does pass like broken glass

and mine fields claim their victims,

the old world dies another death

from chains and games of addiction.

A Mirage of Time

 Artist info: Watercolor by Viktoria Prischedko

A Mirage of Time

Winds of providence have increased,

by breath of dreams that transit east,

they wave in blue and pallor white,

to fill my mind, transfix my sight.

I’m captured by hermetic signs,

that speak to artists in our times,

providing vision and consent,

to strike a chord that’s heaven sent.

Entangled essence, Aegean seas,

sounds of Mykonos in the breeze,

moving slowly, in slender forms,

unaware of approaching storms.

Mirage of time in beryl scenes,

a polity of diverse means,

life moved slower, a different pace,

protected by Apollo’s grace.

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