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.

 

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.

Freedom Pending

 

Freedom Pending

 

Dark clouds born of ignorance weigh down on mankind’s progress toward evolution as he struggles to see beyond his self imposed limits of mind…imprisoned by his disconnection from the source, he stands alone in fractal bits, isolated by the fears he has collected in broken thoughts that have built his reasoning…only in complete harmony with the Earth will the light shine through to free his mind, spirit and soul.

The Corporate Plague

The Corporate Plague

They came well dressed in suits and ties,

they owned the earth through greed and lies,

they made their rules, enforced controls,

and claimed the land on fancy scrolls.

Repulsive breed has all deceived,

consumed all life in schemes they weaved,

while spreading fast are poisoned souls,

who licence greedy corporate goals.

Misled people refuse to see,

embrace the madness and marquee,

the corporate rules that they embrace,

destroys all life, can’t be replaced.

So now it comes to sorrows decree,

Starvation, disease and poverty.

The corporate plague that covers earth,

declares mankind has little worth,

they’ll make us pay while we ignore,

their profit centers on the poor.

Our apathy will not bring change,

while glued to New York’s stock exchange,

starve Fortuna, break on free,

before the banks make their decree.

Bailouts forced by proclamation,

private banks will own your nation,

and they’re the one’s who’ll make us pay,

to burden us with their decay.

But once we drop their growing fear,

the road ahead is crystal clear,

refuse their greed and pollutions,

time to reach for real solutions.

Reverse their drive of growing size,

change the laws and nationalize,

return all lands the bankers stole,

rebuild community is our goal.

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Last Edit: May 02nd, 2021

About this Poem: (Edit Date: 2020 Mar 13)

The people of the World have been dispossessed of their natural rights to live freely on this planet. We are debt slaves in a world run by monsters who have taken control of all our communities through an economic system which they control. Today, corporations are considered “Persons”, who’ve been given carte blanche to wage war on people and communities to get what they want. They are nothing but a plague of locusts…A Corporate Plague…

Freedom

Freedom 

End of days, end of nights,

countless spirits taking flight,

searching in, searching out,

time will tell what life’s about.

Internal will, external might,

suppressing dark, embracing light,

of all that’s new and honest old,

forgiving burdens to unfold.

Healing wrongs, making right,

learning life from second sight,

earthly souls, mortal needs,

moments gather, endless deeds.

Reaching lows, finding heights,

moral battles, endless fights,

keeping balance, ending sins,

finding freedom from within.  

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3rd Edit 2021 Aug 08

Standing up to Face the Storms that come your way, ushers in Freedom of mind and soul.

In Living Moments

In Living Moments

Peaceful thoughts descend on me,

from a time so long ago,

flowing from the well of life, 

that carries my heart and soul. 

Thoughts imbued with energy,

from the days that passed us by, 

in days we lived forever, 

when empathy touched the sky. 

We sang then of our dealings, 

the good things that we’d do, 

by acting on our feelings, 

to build the world anew. 

A world so full and living, 

inspirations made of life, 

empathic souls so giving, 

influence without the strife. 

Slowly time’s consumed us all, 

and left our oaths forsaken, 

trapped in forests blind and dense, 

with hopes they reawaken. 

Chance has surely rolled on by, 

responsibilities past, 

pulling down our different roads, 

the distance long and vast. 

Life is moving quicker now, 

out of phase with everything, 

lost in a maze of anyhow, 

and tied to tangent things. 

Wish I had a time machine, 

to take me to the past, 

when spoken words had meaning, 

and everything made to last. 

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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.