Thursday, December 31, 2015

Forests Old, Deep and Rare




Forests Old, Deep and Rare

In forests old, deep and rare, where crossroads come our way,
Storied cathedral, Journey’s end, new beginning starts today.

Timber woods engage the eyes, lifting fragile spirit,
Walls within soon dissipate, as senses long to hear it.

A new year comes around once more, bringing forth its mystery,
Once inside, illumination, reflecting coming history.

Civilisation behind grows quiet, its sound returned in prayer,
Hope is carried as our lantern, through forests deep and rare.
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About this Poem: The last day of the year brings with it, deep reflection of the past. It also brings promise of a new beginning as hope becomes our prayer for the New Year ahead. Happy New Year to Everyone! May our hopes and dreams all come true.


Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Morning Walk



Morning Walk

Daylight dawns my morning walk, uplifting silence heard.
Connecting moments I embrace, with animal, tree and bird.

Vibrant life in harmony, engaging mysterious tether.
Where consciousness unites us all, and brings it all together.

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

I am well at hand and hidden, while ascending experienced years,
All my past is gathered, resolved, and without fears.

Spirit reborn has risen, ego holds no reigns,
self imprisoned no longer, nor weighed down by its chains.

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

I walk on my good morning, thoughts surrounding me,
Ready for the days ahead, with the light that helps me see.
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About this Poem: This poem expresses the aftermath of personal battles won while also shedding light on the conflict we all face between the ego and spiritual self. Ego grows from internal loneliness to become our protector yet without the teachings of our spiritual connection to the earth and universe we are out of balance and must spend time repairing our essence, lest we lose our way.


Sunday, December 13, 2015

Twilight



Twilight

Twilight beckons,
before the rain,
glowing brighter,
as night time wanes.
Flash of light,
to see what’s coming,
shivers cast,
to thunders drumming.

I linger here,
in land of snow,
where dark turns light,
and shadows glow.
Radiance shines,
and hugs the dawn,
brilliant umbra,
conception spawned.

Conscious lingers,
and mends my wings,
spirit glowing,
my essence sings.
Thoughts complete,
I am one,
eternities river,
the rising sun.
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About the Poem: The transformation of consciousness from one world to another and in between, we rest in twilight.

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

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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Darkness – Vadim Kiselev


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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 god.

Here for a Moment

I heard a song by Michael on Fire,
his ballad pleased my mind.
Listened close to his words,
and the message I did find.

I saw a picture of the light,
flair of colour across the skies.
Excitement mirrored in its luster,
and engaged my soulful eyes.

I felt the heart of a sentient being,
through eyes our souls connected.
Empathy spoke to me in thoughts,
communication twice perfected.

It doesn’t matter what you believe,
just as long as you’re 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.
In its vastness my heart sings out,
because in it, there is you.

I read a novel the other day,
its paintings splashed upon my mind.
Glittering words of God’s creation,
new masterpiece I did find.

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

A stranger sent me a thank you note,
filled my thoughts with hope.
One good deed becomes a miracle,
so grateful for what she wrote.

My whole life’s been an education,
in the end I know I’m free.
Time is meant for living,
so many wonders still to see.

It doesn’t matter what you believe,
just as long as you’re 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

Michael on Fire Artist Profile

Monday, September 21, 2015

Apathetic Nation


Apathetic Nation

All hail the President, dictator and chief,
his murder degree is beyond belief.
A Nobel prize for war in Libya,
and a spy masters chip in every Nividia.

Puppets in power, with darkest agenda,
illusions, elections and fake referenda.
Power controlled from behind the scenes,
Corporate collusion anchored in memes.

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

Lobby groups, bribes and adoration,
Corruption rules, have seized the nation.
Elections are here, its time for change,
Treasonous liars, acting so strange.

Programmed fools, rigged elections,
all candidates, are corporate selections.
Mark your X in their ballot box,
while profits soar and split their stocks.

Hark the Herald papers sing,
Corporate profits spread their wings.
War is business, peace is not,
Time to tally the votes they bought.
  
Apathy rules, a sea of humanity, 
Programmed minds by corporate insanity.
TV mediums, lie to the fold,
insensitive audience, believe what their told.

Viewpoints screamed to incite the poor,
Bomb them, bomb them, it’s time for war.
Wave your flag and echo their words,
War is peace, now join the herd.

Humanitarian wars bring devastation,
Evangelist media, cheer conflagration.
And now a word from our trusted sponsor,
weapons sales up for the corporate monster.
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About this expression:

Apathetic Nation is a poem about Western Imperialist governance and how it has seized the 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 religion of the private monetary systems…

Throughout the empire, the enslaved masses are growing angry as they are burdened by government taxation while their wages are siphoned off by corporate shareholder’s and inflation…a tithe of starvation enforced on the people by the greedy, who pray and worship to their god of money. Be wary of retribution if you complain, for waiting in the wings is their brutal sociopathic law enforcement who have been given the powers of full spectrum dominance including privacy invasion to suppress anyone who points out the establishments crimes.

Around the World, wars are waged by Neolithic puppet Oligarchs 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 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! Their war on society 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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Here is a fitting song by David Roberts to go with my expression.

David Roberts brings back the craft of story telling through music with “Last Stand of the Giants”. The theme of the song leans on popular myth and folklore on the surface, but deep within, the listener will recognize a parallel to what is happening in the World today. The lyric leaves a profound understanding which is what makes this song extra special in every way. ~ Stewart Brennan ~ World United Music


David Roberts - Reverbnation
David Roberts – World United Music
David Roberts – Official Store

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Good Souls Gather


The quest to find like-minded people who are honest, empathic and care about changing the World for the better is what interests me…I’m driven and attracted to others that share a dream of a better World.

“Good Souls Gather” is a poem / song that reflects inner strength and intuitive knowledge of our connection to a greater spirit and to each other.

Good Souls Gather

There’s a guardian in my mind, that holds a map and key,
to a road that I must find, to the path that sets me free.

Here outside my sanctum, the World cries out in pain,
the suffering is unbearable, its establishment so insane.

My sorrow cries for justice, but falls on empty ears,
still I push on faithfully, despite my mounting years.

There’s a subtle voice within me,
that whispers to my soul,
providing strength and guidance,
that makes my spirit whole.

Good souls are gathering, I feel it in the air,
the time of healing calls me, it beckons to those who care.

The world on fire comes raging back, demanding full attention,
thrusting pain and suffering, through wars of intervention.

Blind reality, controlled illusion, the World is filled with sin,
it casts my mind to confusion, but the Truth remains within.

There’s a subtle voice within me,
that whispers to my soul,
providing strength and guidance,
that makes my spirit whole.

I close my eyes to see you, and know that you see me,
the aura of combined emotion, comforts and helps me see.

Good souls are gathering, building for what’s to come,
lifting empathy’s fire, one heart our beating drum.

Visions remain truthful, despite the worldly weight,
Our hearts and souls united, regardless of our fate.

There’s a subtle voice within me,
that whispers to my soul,
providing strength and guidance,
that makes my spirit whole.

There’s a guardian in my mind, that holds a map and key,
to a road that I have found, to the path that set me free.



Saturday, June 27, 2015

Cycles Pass and Fade


Cycles Pass and Fade is a Poem about the cycle of life, the clash of thought, and mans amnesia of his past. Inspired by the song “Wicker Man” by Damh the Bard, and also Michael Ruppert and his PRN Radio show “The LifeBoat Hour”

The first draft of this poem was written and released on January 6th, 2014 under the Title “Clashing thoughts in Worlds Unseen”…I wasn’t satisfied with it and so I rewrote it on June 27th, 2015 and included the new title; “Cycles Pass and Fade”.

Cycles Pass and Fade

Hear the drummers drumming, the rhythm of the fold,
feel your heartbeat rising, to forgotten thoughts of old.

Wrapped in shrouds of dusk, and scarves of brilliant light,
moving fast, unfolding plains, reflections in the night.

Shining eyes through hooded cloaks, determined in defiance,
thin lined expressions smile, held back in non-compliance.

The air is thick with vision, prophetic thoughts to gorge,
Crashing on benighted shores, the warnings were ignored.

Moving in the shadows, enlightened whispers flow,
Empathic streams of healing, against the night they glow.

Waiting champions rise, holding oaths to advancing legions,
thoughts in light and darkness, confronting forgotten reasons.

Audacious, bold and fearless, in confidence, promise made,
like declarations made before them, they wither, pass and fade.

Cycles come and cycles go, new life takes its place,
the siege engulfs all history, the old ones leave no trace.

Yet still the waves of apathy, flood the minds of men,
who never see the eschaton, that spells their mortal end.

Stewart Brennan

Inspired by the song “Wicker Man” by Damh the Bard


Damh the Bard – World United Music

AND…

Also Inspired by Michael C. Ruppert and the LifeBoat Hour

In Memory of Michael C. Ruppert (1951 – 2014)



Monday, May 18, 2015

Roads, Realms, and Journey’s


Roads, Realms, and Journey’s

Eyes close one last time, as I break free and float into a universe of darkness lit up by an infinite beacon that calls me home. Familiar roads lovingly embrace my being as shadows merge with light, revealing the silhouettes and foundations of the past that now open’s the door to my reconnection. The road home is lined by Columns of trees standing stoically like ancient philosophers contemplating the mysteries of the universe. Each experience of my past merges with a sea of consciousness as the burdens of life fall away to understanding, acceptance and a return to unity…I am home! 
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This Photo and expression combine to entertain the thought that the Universe is a multi dimensional sea of consciousness with an infinite capacity of understanding. We living beings are each but a drop of water in an endless ocean of mind, born with a purpose to experience life and then transform back with our experiences to that higher state of consciousness that connects us all.

It follows the thought that there is no beginning or end, just a continuous transformation in the state of energy and consciousness.

Thursday, May 14, 2015

We Stand on Guard



We Stand on Guard

The sun rises on empty playgrounds in Eastern Ukraine, as the long shadows of night retreat from cities of broken dreams. Those that remain will fight to the last to protect their homes and families from the scourge of soulless monsters emerging from the gates of Kiev.

A nightmare descends with dark clouds of insane anger arriving from overseas in a storm of bullets and bombs to uproot and shatter communities a thousand years old, depriving them of their right to exist.

The furious tantrums of a diabolical new world order lusts for empire and empowers its faithful greedy hordes with promises never meant to keep. A perverse and wicked neoteric Rome rises in the west with designs to rule the world.

The battle lines reach antediluvian empires, as Imperial malevolence is unleashed on the ancient cities of our past. Old diverse communities are denied their moral right of existence by the crimes of a sinister onslaught. The World has been set on fire for a pocket full of gold…

Evil is not unchallenged however, as awareness flows through empathic vision to fill the ranks of those who uphold morality, freedom and justice…an army of the righteous rises, intent on securing the last lines of defence.

Prophetic text comes to pass by the sequence of demonic wars waged by an unholy western alliance who unleash their terrorist armies on the people of Damascus, Yemen and Palestine. The cries of the besieged in turn release their grief and call upon humanity to rise and oppose the malignant New World Order...rise…rise united…rise in brotherhood…yes, we rise and stand on guard…
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About this Expression:

“We Stand on Guard” is an expression of disgust towards the American Empire. It is also a warning to others who do not know about the brutal dictatorship and terrorist practices that Europe and North America have unleashed around the world. Their direct association with brutal puppet regimes demonstrates their objective of destroying all that resist. Those that control the United States spearhead the West’s economic and military aggression and have publicly stated their commitment to building a New World Order which has now become the most brutal fascist dictatorship in History. This New Evil Empire views the world as its own and destroys all that embrace independence from it…war is coming, and you will need to decide which side you are on…

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Reflections of a Man



Reflections of a Man

Thoughts reflect in the mirror as I search for yesterday,
only to find the blurred vision of an old man who once stood as Hercules.
Young, strong, proud, defiant!
A youth who thought he would live forever,
A man built on solid foundations,
So flawless...

Eyes clearly met, with reserved anxiety, by the only one who really knows me…
Staring back, on guard was the frail consciousness of a graying man,
petrified of facing his reflection, for the image looks back with the guilt of experience and the time deepened scars etched on his brow as a reminder of the errors committed from his past.

Ego would not drop its defences in the reflection staring intently back.

Who are you to stand there so defiant as if in judgement of me,
when I have made amends for the sins I had committed from my own defective flaws and arrogance…You are just as guilty as I, even though you never apologized when looking at me straight in the eyes.

You never forgave me my sins…
Yet, I stand here in front of you, hoping to make amends and put this rift behind us.
Why do you just stare back with echoed conversations in reflection?
Haunting thoughts that go round and round in my mind,
unforgiven,
unforgiven,
unforgiven,
forgive me…



Sunday, March 15, 2015

Answered Prayers


Answered Prayers

Unheard voices bring the night, our hopes return the day,
beings struggle for the light, in prayers we often say,

“Hear me oh most gracious one, I lift my heart to you,
I need you in these times of woe, a sign to guide me through.”

Empathy whispers, aglow within, candle flickers in the dark,
Prayers are thrust from the rain, while lost here on earth’s ark.

Close your eyes and listen, replies appear in your sight,
truth comes with your answer, connections made by light.

Darkness wanes, the oceans true, the skies return their song,
No longer lost, your path in view, new sense that you belong.


Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Waiting for You



Waiting for You

He stood there at the station, broad smile from ears to chin,
hopes and dreams weaving thoughts, his future about to begin.

Foreign lands play on his mind, a new beginning for both of them,
his hearts desire would meet him here, train leaves at 8:00 pm.

Watch pulled from vest pocket, time was running late,
all he owned was sent abroad, packed in wooden crates.

Anxious moments gather, at engine steams release,
for absent is his angel who calms his soul in peace.

Silence hushed the murmuring crowd, stirring at the station,
intent he listens for his name, in waiting anticipation.

The terminal fills with silhouettes, dancing in the rain,
moving in slow motion, as they board the west bound train.

A misty fog descends, building evening’s tense commotion,
illuminated by teary eyes, passengers filled with emotion.

Cargo racks packed on board, tea vendors busy in the chill,
life goes on in silence, from puddle reflections standing still.

Shadows move in greyish hues, its dark in mid November,
he waits for her in solemnness, hoping that she’ll remember.

Adventure rides the train at eight, not alone his understanding,
looking for her at departures gate, and on the boarders landing.

Conductor calls “all aboard”, engines smoke fills the dusk,
and there she stood in the rain, red coat, Corset and busk. 


Sunday, March 1, 2015

Penumbra’s Gate


Penumbra’s Gate

Portals to infinity, quite often unseen by most,
when catching eyes looking down, reveal reflected ghosts.
Thoughts retreat from shadows, anxious moments wait,
for there in pools on cobble stone, the frame of Penumbra’s Gate.

Beacons call attention, urging minds to bend and enter,
hypnotic waves of darkness, keeping victims off center.
Legs give way, the body down, no power to get up and rise,
Wraiths move in to trap your soul, under nightmare skies.

The will to break comes swiftly, suddenly you’re on your feet,
confidence builds as armour, on evenings cobbled streets.
Twilight surrounds ecliptic, the puddles dry and fade,
unknowing which is up or down, you hear laughter in the shade.


The Demon John McCain



The Demon John McCain

Behold the one in power, behold the one foretold,
know him by his actions, and the soul that he has sold.
illusions of god like powers, decorated in blood,
death plagues and destruction, arriving in his flood.

He delights in money laundered, owned by Patrician creeds
he lays siege on humanity, and tramples on peoples needs.
he praises terror minions and delights in others pain,
the evil that commands it all is none other than John McCain.

Terror legions unleashed, bloodthirsty to the bone,
they wait for their commandments, McCain is sure to phone
“Thou shalt kill thy neighbour, do plunder and terror things”
these are just a few words that John McCain sings.

“Heil hail, the world is falling down,
grinding people to the ground.
greed, corruption, famine, and frowns,
there’s death and destruction all around.”

McCainish demons surface, with weapons from evil dens
sacrificing the lives of innocent women, children, and men.
revoke his power I say, and those that he’s defended,
John McCain the traitor, must be apprehended.

I take no pity on monsters, all should be de-fanged,
but if mankind’s to survive, John McCain must be hanged.
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Background:


John McCain backs the fascists in Ukraine that seized power in a bloody coup that led to the ethnic cleansing of Russian speaking Ukrainians in western Ukraine and led to the countries civil war. Even though a peace treaty has been signed between the two sides in the Ukrainian civil war, John McCain pushes to continue the confrontation by supporting additional US Military weapons to arm the fascists against the eastern part of the country. McCain also calls for direct confrontation with Russia and is pictured above with one of Ukraine’s Neo-Nazi Fascist leaders “Oleh Tyahnybok”.

John McCain also backs the FSA/Al-Queda/ISIS/IS foreign terrorists employed to destroy Syria and their multi cultural communities. McCain’s direct oversight in this terrorist operation has led to the deaths of hundreds of thousands of Syrians while also displacing more than 5 million. He is pictured above with some of his terrorists friends. 

He also backs the ethnic cleansing of Palestine while pledging his total allegiance to the state terrorist governments in Israel (past and present). 

Those at home in the USA, that oppose his sociopathic and insane actions are branded enemies. His direct involvement has led to a US fascist police state where freedom of the press and honest journalism has become a thing of the past.

Not only is he a traitor to the people of the USA but to all of humanity. He is an out of control insane monster who is directly responsible (along with a congressional and executive office gang of US war mongers) for the deaths of millions of people throughout the Middle East, Eastern Europe and Africa…he needs to be stopped and thrown in prison by people of the USA for his crimes…and he’s not the only one that needs to be put in prison either! Nuremberg comes to mind when thinking about the principals we are supposed to be upholding but then it's all fixed now isn't it. Should the war criminals from the Nuremberg trials have been hung? And if so then what is stopping humanity from dealing with US war criminals like McCain, Obama, Bush & Cheney in the same fashion? Then again, the system is rigged isn't it?

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Inspiring Moments 03


Inspiring Moments

Inspiring moments, sending grace,
lifting spirits and warming face.
Connection made, to make you whole,
rays of light to fill your soul.




Saturday, February 21, 2015

Valley Bridge at Twilight



Valley Bridge at Twilight

Fishing under Valley Bridge, where I’ll take my son today,
beneath old wooden structure, in shadows our rods will prey.

The dirt road down the canyon, was steep and full of turns,
but that didn’t stop our excitement, or burden thoughts of return.

Our ancient village wonder, monolithic bridge with sturdy frame,
wide arches on either end of it, and Roman middle was its claim.

The aqueduct of Segovia, its brilliance before us stood,
with seventy-two small arches, double stacked and made of wood.

The early morning sun, was just rising over the valley,
it gave the bridge its shadow, with glowing light ray finale.

Whistle sounds a-distant, eerie wind to raise my attention,
turning to my boy, “there’s a story I neglected to mention”.

We sat down near the river, to watch the oncoming train,
our bridge just in the distance, the wood already a strain.

I began to tell the tale, that my father told me before,
passed down to each generation, since our family owned the store.

It began with bridge construction, when horse and buggy ruled the day,
the railroad was being connected, to all the townships without delay.

The owners were in a hurry, seems progress wouldn’t be stopped,
the bridge was to be completed, so they worked around the clock.

The massive engine arrived early, its size did widen eyes,
packed in the cars that followed, a large bank vault, and town supplies.

The railway owner emerged livid, out from his special caboose,
“What’s the delay now conductor?” he moaned like a bullish moose.

“The bridge is not completed, we’ll have to wait a little while”,
spit the tobacco subordinate, to the boss man filled with guile.

“This train’s to move by sundown, it’s all the time you’ve got”,
the heritor slammed his door shut, horses spooked by anger wrought.

The bridge crew were almost finished, when sun set that afternoon,
but the iron track wasn’t ready, as the train left way too soon.

The town gathered at the station, waving flags and cheering on,
then in a jolting instant, the train pulled out and was gone.

The valley drop gave accelerated speed, the workers never saw it coming,
when brakes engaged like screeching nails, the thunder heard was numbing. 

A year had passed in village mourning, bridge completed months before,
seventy two people had died that evening, more than in the great war.

Your great grand dad was there that day, just opened the family store,
he’d saved his money from work camps, and laboured with sledge no more.

It is said that when the sun sets, and angel rays touch the bridge,
you can see their silhouette's and shadows, just there above the ridge.



Thursday, February 19, 2015

Forest of Dreams and Consciousness



Forest of Dreams and Consciousness

In forests of dreams and consciousness, the universe does unfold,
along the stairway of knowledge, where stories of truth are told.

Each level a grand finally, each step a secret place,
The road to your awakening, is waiting for your embrace.

It begins with Psilocybin, Entheogen portals and flowers,
Expanding mind and consciousness, deciphering all your powers.

The mind does gently open, your awareness exponential,
woodlands of incitement, to lift your true potential.

Beacons of light await you, sentinels for each stride,
do not be afraid of them, they’re there to be your guide.

Here in the world of wonders, energy unfolds for you,
a universe filled with consciousness, in forests to go through.



Sunday, February 8, 2015

Midnight Dreams



Midnight Dreams

The tree swing moved in silence, with graceful thrusts in air,
Victorian gown was swaying, on the young lady sitting there.

The summer night was dreamy, with the moon hidden by clouds,
Shimmering on the forest lake, were reflections of satin shrouds.

The air was filled with lyric, in earthly poetic psalm,
an atmosphere inviting, tranquil, serene and calm.

There at the edge of the timber, shadows passed into the light,
moving towards the shaman queen, this solstice evening night.

Gathered on a gentle breeze, empathy touched their spirit,
impressions from a conscious mind, assuring not to fear it.

Tonight begins the healing, by a mothers prayer in song,
impassioned melody of guidance, and call to do no wrong.

Her voice was very gentle, carried on heartbeats breath,
with chakra modulations, so subtle and full of depth.

Light of thought in brilliance, before my eyes in sleep,
a vision of twilight's awakening, and gift for me to keep.


Saturday, February 7, 2015

Our Little Miracle



Our Little Miracle

Spring arrived early that year, in our little village of Rome,
as migration came much sooner, and livened up our home,
Life worked out a miracle, after the doctors we did phone,
and our family tree grew bigger, the couple no longer alone.

Just out back in our garden, where the family oak tree stood,
was a wicker basket carriage, with a white frilly hood.
There inside smiling, was our pride, and next generation,
our newborn baby girl, who would inherit our plantation.

My wife and I stood there, our arms around each other,
Smiling at our little one, who looked just like her mother.
If only dad were still with us, your mum, and father too,
We could take a family picture, while the flowers are in bloom.

The morning mist was lifting, as the birds were in full song,
they gathered in the trees above as more birds joined along.
Then landing on the carriage sides, two sparrows began to play,
their chirping brought more laughter, and chased the morning grey.

The clouds dissolved and parted, as the sun shone down its rays,
and there above the carriage, was a glow that seemed to stay.
Our little girl was looking up, something made her smile,
as if someone were standing there, talking to her a while.

I grabbed my little camera, took a picture of the beautiful sight,
I swear we saw three figures, winged, and filled with light.
And just as quick they vanished, as the clouds returned the shade,
But deep inside, my wife and I, knew who came that day.





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