Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Program Crash


Program Crash

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Programmed mind, soul and life,
House, Car,
Wife, Kids,
Job, Credit, Debt,
TV distractions,
Events happen,
Events unprocessed,
Anxiety builds,
Anxiety builds,
Crash 2001,
Awakened 2002,
Systems failing,
Marriage crash,
Employment crash,
Family Crash,
Housing Crash,
Software overload,
Confusion,
Lost in Space,
Lost in Space…
Undefined...
Floating in new waters,
Paths less travelled,
Dots connecting,
Unscrambled mind,
Vision clear,
Bankruptcy,
Unemployed,
Old Roads closed,
Time on Hands,
Children cherished,
Creative Strands,
New roads open,
Vision clear,
Earth is Prison,
Escape found,
Light embraced,
Consciousness discovered,
Consciousness released...

For details, see NSA…
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About this Expression: The poem above is my reply to the following question I was asked, "If your life crashed and burned today, what would we find recorded in your Black Box?"

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. 

Friday, February 5, 2016

Love is not a Waste of Time


Love is not a Waste of Time

Wagging tails and soulful eyes,
The rising sun in nebulous skies,
Love is not a waste of time.

The halo’s moon, glowing embrace,
A child's giggle and smiling face,
Love is not a waste of time.

The passing hours, here with you,
All the things we had to do,
Love is not a waste of time.

Patience with a heart of gold,
Always mindful as we get old,
Love is not a waste of time.

Slower walks, as memories fade,
Singing songs in the shade,
Love is not a waste of time.

Held within after one has left,
Conscious spirit never bereft,
Love is not a waste of time.
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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 awakens,
Captured time,
Spirit shining bright.

Maelstroms form,
Ego rises, battles rage,
I am alone…

Then you came,
Removed my shell,
Oh brilliant light!


Sunday, January 31, 2016

Words of Pain & Forgiveness


Words of Pain & Forgiveness

Brushstrokes of empathy,
Soft words, a rising sun,
Forgiveness on new canvas,
In days where there was none.

When innocence was shattered,
Concealed in blind rage,
Focused, yet Un-focussed,
Never turning the page.

Essence was in the open,
As darkness painted pictures,
Displayed in mindful galleries,
Tattered spirit, broken fixtures.

Razor, barb and words,
Scars of hurt and scorn,
Days when we had nothing,
But the pain of being born.

Forgiveness brings reflection,
In the mirror stands a soul,
In a moment, eternal vision,
The chance to make you whole.
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About the Poem: From our earliest days of understanding, we are instinctively conditioned to protect the fragile essence that is the core of our being, our spirit…what rises in consequence is the ego, that eventually we must cast aside, to seek forgiveness so that our spirit can continue…Over the years, the emotional pain that one has accumulated can be unbearable as there are too many open wounds, scars and sore spots that need to heal, and in the battles we receive these wounds from, we must also ask for forgiveness for the wounds we inflict on others…

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Reality Looking Back


Reality Looking Back

It’s all so clear to me now, as I sit here thinking,
How the world went to war, without blinking.

If only we had protested more, and raised our voices,
Raised our fists and insisted! We’d have more choices.

Now it’s too late, for an ill wind is coming,
Death arrives, even for those now slumming.

Inside this rickety building, our time here will end,
No time for new projects, or our minds to mend.

What is money good for, if there is no life,
When a world is made empty, and filled with strife.

No power, food or water, no escape, hope is lost,
Within the ruined city, darkness, a modern holocaust.

If only…if only we had challenged the media way back when,
Fought for 911 truth, things would have been different then.

The Road to Endless war, could have been stopped,
Reversing the trends, so no bombs would have dropped.

Too late, I hear it coming, sirens wail, heart is drumming,
sitting here, in last reflection, reality builds its final numbing.
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About this Poem: 

“Reality Looking Back” is a poem about looking back from the future…It’s a bit gloomy but there is important info contained within that drives hope from it because there is still a little time left...

I'm reminded of the lyrics to one of my favourite songs by Supertramp, "if everyone was listening". Today’s world is reflected in this song…Here’s the full set of lyrics and the song.

"If Everyone Was Listening"

The actors and jesters are here
The stage is in darkness and clear
For raising the curtain
and no-one's quite certain whose play it is
How long ago, how long
If only we had listened then.
If we'd known just how right we were going to be.
For we dreamed a lot
And we schemed a lot
And we tried to sing of love before the stage fell apart.

If everyone was listening you know
There'd be a chance that we could save the show
Who'll be the last clown
To bring the house down?
Oh no, please no, don't let the curtain fall

Well, what is your costume today?
Who are the props in your play?
You're acting a part which you thought from the start
was an honest one.
Well how do you plead?
An actor indeed!
Go re-learn your lines,
You don't know what you've done
The finale's begun.

If everyone was listening you know
There'd be a chance that we could save the show,
Who'll be the last clown
To bring the house down?
Oh no, please no, don't let the curtain fall.


Source Video: YouTube Channel

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Reflection of Heaven


Reflection of Heaven

Reflection of heaven, mirror of souls,
Umbral hue, and magnetic poles.

Sky cloned seas, morning wonder,
Essence in awe, emotions asunder.

Bereaving blues and blacks a sway,
Gold and orange cover the bay.

Chameleon sunrise, coloured shrouds,
Weeping spirits, commanding clouds.

Natural wonder, rides the dawn,
Twilight moments, captured, gone.
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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 breath.

Teacher salutes, extended finger,
Military daycare,
First order, sit in back.
Cumbrous weight,
Caught in a trap.

Face burning red.
Eyesight blurry,
Beings watch my steps,
Surveillance born in scrutiny,
Lasers burn my soul.

Sanctuary!
Appointed little space,
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.

Friday, January 15, 2016

Looking Back



Looking Back

Across the universe, looking back,
All Earths history, revealed, gone.
Consciousness is all that’s left,
Harmonic memory, eternal song.
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About this Poem:

In the end, there is only consciousness…there are no borders, no countries, no wars, no enemies, no famine or diseases…only consciousness…Now, what will you have on your conscious?

Thursday, January 14, 2016

Mercenary Army


 Photo Courtesy of Chainimage.com

Mercenary Army

Private Banks, economic scourges,
Global unrest, anxiety surges.

Coups and plunder, by covert means,
Funded and outsourced by banking memes.

Shadow Government, NSA,
Northrop, America, France and UK.

Frontier services, Blackwater, and Xi,
Cerebus, G4S, Academi.

Corporate cancer, mercenary corps,
Frankenstein monsters, money whores.

Satanic armies, minions from hell,
Barbaric animals, terrorist cells.

Empowered by government, elected supremacists,
Traitors, monsters, war mongering chemists.

Demons unleashed, from corporate cocoons,
Nurtured in hatred, these shadow baboons.

Devouring nations, with souls they have bought,
Their victims, the people, are left there to rot.

Outsourced wars, millions in flight,
no accountability or oversight.

Corporate media, inventing their lead,
Propaganda paid by shareholder greed.

Network lies, on broadcast TV,
False Flags wave, by Academi.

Viewers believe the films that are made,
Nations go under, mercenaries get paid.
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About this Poem:

In the 21st century, war has been privatized by oligarchs who have risen to power through the profits of their banks and corporations. Not only do they own the weapons corporations, they also fund private mercenary armies that have been legalized by government simply by putting a corporate label on them to legitimize their existence. The armies that they breed are unaccountable for their actions and work by covert means to push corporate directives.

These mercenary animals have been reared in hatred, trained by psychotic military criminals, and unleashed upon the world by sociopathic monsters contracted by greedy oligarchs. They are economic terrorists and a plague to all life on the planet. They are an aggressive, malignant cancer that must be stopped.

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

The Fractal King Has Fallen


The Fractal King Has Fallen

Sad news finds the morning, our sovereign has passed away,
Emotion ascends the spirit, my essence in disarray.

Memory fills despairing eyes, an aura of rain descends,
Pooling emotional canvas, reflection of time and friends.

The Fractal King has fallen, his brilliance passed to light,
Our solemn grief is deafening, the memories very bright.

Lonely piano stands silent, in the room a king was crowned,
Gathered in the hall of voices, where music plays no sound.

Waves of followers gather, flush with eternal grief,
Oceans filled with tears, a tribute to their Chief.

Bonds of empathic tether, thoughts embracing leed,
Remembrance here together, by his music we are freed.

Creative independence, a gift by his decision,
We lift out from the darkness, embracing sound and vision.
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David Bowie - Sound & Vision


Video Source: David Bowie - YouTube

Rest in Peace David Bowie
1947 Jan 08th – 2016 Jan 10th

About this Poem:

A big part of music is the magic that it creates as it connects us spiritually and socially with the past...the memories, stories, people, and the way it was back then, all comes racing back. Every song holds memories and contains a small piece of our time with each other here on Earth. All of these memories, that connect us to our youth returns with all the emotions, experiences, and vibrancy from the days we thought we would live forever...

Today we mourn the loss of someone who was a big part of our collective memories…all of us, on a personal conscious level, connected with him in thought…he is still there, and he will always be a part of you and me.

David Bowie changed the way the world thought about many things and defied a rigid establishment, leading the way by creative example. He was a creative pioneer that connected with humanity and pushed the envelope of creative independence…The best thing we can do in remembrance to David Bowie is to be ourselves, by expressing who we are through the Sound and Vision that defines us. Today a new journey begins…

David Bowie – Official Website
David Bowie – Career Profile
David Bowie - Facebook
David Bowie - Twitter
David Bowie - YouTube
David Bowie – YouTube VEVO

Saturday, January 9, 2016

Dreams and Visions


Dreams and Visions

Subconscious bathed in reticence, complexity commanding form,
Dominion of dreams and nightmares, captured moments of the storm.

World United Productions

Folk & Acoustic Music - 2010 to 2019

Progressive Rock - 2000 to 2016

Art & Expressions of SF Brennan

Poetry & Prose

Great music not found anywhere else! – The Minstral Show