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.


Sunday, December 13, 2015

Twilight


Twilight 

Twilight beckons,
before the rains, 
glowing brighter, 
as daytime wanes. 

I linger here, 
in land of snow, 
where dark turns light, 
and shadows glow. 

Radiance shines, 
and hugs the dawn, 
brilliant umbra, 
perception spawned. 

Conscience lingers, 
to mend my wings, 
spirit glowing, 
as essence sings. 

With thoughts complete, 
to make me one, 
eternity, 
with rising sun.
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2020 Oct. 12th, - 2nd Edit

Twilight Definition: The soft light in the sky seen before the rising and (especially) after the setting of the sun, occasioned by the illumination of the earth’s atmosphere by the direct rays of the sun and their reflection on the earth

Image created by Stewart Brennan using elements of this poem on BING using A.I. generator DALL-E3

Saturday, December 12, 2015

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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Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Cellular Prison



Cellular Prison

Masses enveloped by microwaves,
eyes engaged, held asunder,
heads hung low, the soul enslaved,
by fear, the minds a plunder.

Visual programs running ads,
corporate gains for profit,
goading markets to the fools,
addicted, they can’t stop it.

Connect your cell to the grid,
all your data held in hand,
from birth to death and in between,
they know your whole lifespan.

Malefactor system,
brimming with extortion,
exacting payments for your time,
more for larger portion.

Personal relations bought the farm,
well of souls run dry,
human life stuck in prison,
it’s meaning passes by.
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Communication has become more technical and less human…


Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Robert Frost: Into My Own


Photo: Stewart Brennan

Into My Own

One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
so old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
were not, as ‘twere, the merest mask of gloom,
but stretched away unto the edge of doom.

I should not be withheld but that some day,
into their vastness I should steal away,
fearless of ever finding open land,
or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.

I do not see why I should e’er turn back,
or those should not set forth upon my track,
to Overtake me, who should miss me here,
and long to know if still I held them dear.

They would not find me changed from him they knew –
only more sure of all I thought was true.
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Robert Frost

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Here for a Moment



PHOTO: Empathic energy released - A guardian angel lifts her hand to her face and manifests the universal light within, sending waves of healing energy to you by empathic thought. ~ May all your troubles fall away to the loving essence of peace.

Here for a Moment

I heard a ballad by a friend, 
his music pleased my mind, 
melodic lyrics gathered me, 
for wisdom I did find. 

I saw a picture of the light, 
bright colors danced the skies, 
excitement mirrored in its shine, 
engaged my soulful eyes. 

I met someone, a sentient being, 
through eyes our souls connected, 
her essence spoke to me in thoughts, 
delivery twice perfected. 

CHORUS 
It doesn’t matter what you believe, 
just as long as your heart is true, 
we’re only here for a moment, 
to express our point of view. 

I saw a film that showed the stars, 
such beauty through and through, 
with skies so vast my heart sang out, 
for in it, there was you. 

I read a book the other day, 
its paintings splashed my mind, 
with glowing creativity, 
a classic I did find. 

CHORUS 
It doesn’t matter what you believe, 
just as long as your heart is true, 
we’re only here for a moment, 
to express our point of view. 

A stranger sent a thank you note, 
that filled my thoughts with hope, 
one good deed becomes another, 
so pleased in what she wrote. 

Life has been an education, 
in the end I know I’m free, 
time well spent among the living, 
many wonders still to see. 

CHORUS 
It doesn’t matter what you believe, 
just as long as your heart is true, 
we’re only here for a moment, 
to express our point of view. 
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Inspired by the music of Michael on Fire




Monday, September 21, 2015

Apathetic Nation


Apathetic Nation

All hail president, dictator and chief,
a sociopath that’s beyond belief,
Nobel prize his, for mass execution,
terrorist wars his final solution.

Puppets in power, with dark agenda,
rigged elections and fake referenda,
all power managed, from behind the scenes,
a corporate collusion, anchored in memes.

Don’t challenge their lies with truth or complaint,
and don’t whistle blow, by reporting their feint,
just give up your rights, trust their commissions,
never question their lawless renditions.

Lobby groups gather in adoration,
all villainous scum, who’ve seized the nation,
elections are here, the field’s deranged,
now forget their crimes, its time for a change.

Unverified tools, in rigged elections,
all candidates, are corporate selections,
just drivel your choice in their ballot box,
continue the bunkum, to split their stocks.

Apathy rules, seas of humanity,
programmed minds by corporate insanity.
TV mediums, unload on their fold,
captive audience, believe what their told.

Screaming their viewpoints, to convince the poor,
“Bomb them, bomb them, it’s time for war”,
they then wave their flags, to echo their say,
and repeat their programs day after day.

American wars bring devastation,
media deludes their congregation,
and now a word from our trusted sponsor,
business is up for the corporate monster.
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By: The Activist Poet
2nd Edit Mar 04, 2021

About this expression:

Apathetic Nation is a poem about Western corporate governance and how it has seized control of the nation and minds of their people…

The World is controlled by a dictatorship of Oligarchs anchored in the USA and Europe through corporate collusion of money and power. Its neoteric Roman foundation is built on the backs of Billions of subservient people throughout the World who are forced to believe in the empirical religions of the private monetary systems…the US President is the western economic cartel’s corporate CEO that wields the power given to him by the majority stock holders behind the scenes. In 2015, that was Barack Obama.

Throughout their economic empire, the enslaved masses are burdened by government taxation while their wages are stagnated by corporate shareholder’s and evaporate by inflation…a tithe of starvation enforced on the people by the greedy, who pray and worship their money god. Be wary of retribution if you complain or revolt, for waiting in the wings is their brutal sociopathic law enforcement agents who have been given carte blanche to squash all non-believers by any means necessary.

Around the World, wars are waged by the western economic cartel against all those who resist Western economic takeover.

In the aftermath of Imperial warfare, refugees are left with nothing but their will to survive, and leave their decimated nations in search of a safe environment so that their children may live…yet the doors of the empire are either closed by armed guards or become the entrance to an open prison where they will be used as an excuse to lockdown the entire population through draconian legislation when a reaction to austerity or political expediency brings revolt…the Worlds mass media are corporate owned and do not represent the peoples interest nor do they report the truth which is required by a free society. Rule by the few through their Private Banks and Mega Corporations must end if people on earth are to survive the coming totalitarian dictatorship! Their war on society and our communities must end!

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Evolve


Evolve

If mankind is going to evolve, we must overcome and discard our inherent animal instincts by reaching for the higher spiritual being contained within the life spark that defines our connection to the universe.


Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Angel in the Shadows


 The Inspiration for this poem comes from the great Persian scholar, Poet, theologian, and mystic Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī and the Photo above that I took in 2007.

"The Morning Breeze has secrets to tell you, do not go back to sleep." ~ Rumi


Angel in the Shadows

In painted skies, sunset falls,
the clouds reveal your shape,
storms in brilliance, heavens halls,
leave my mouth agape.

Angel in the shadows,
embraced by empathic light,
inspiring moments set me free,
on foundations firm and bright.

Guidance born, in morning peace,
revealing secrets of my soul,
gathered light from endless stars,
to keep my spirit whole.

Feelings lift, awakened now,
the future no longer grey,
bathed in peaceful radiance,
new outlook here to stay.
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Do not give into doubt now that the moment has arrived. Overcome obstacles by standing firm on secure foundations and lead the way out.

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Defiance on the Cusp of Darkness

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…



Photo By: Stewart Brennan
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