How Do We Fair
Relying upon empathy how do we fair and what does this cost and does it exist without the lure of reward that is difficult, not easy to answer for we are geared to the oneness of ourselves and not much else. For we are under the thumb of the untouchables where no dissent is allowed even though we cannot see the actions of God surely by now we can grasp the light each and every day.
Is Faith Blind
Is the road running out, how much space is left in the mind and who cares? I know not, I’m told nothing lasts forever but for how long are we humans who are the thinking, touching, feeling, kind? It’s frightening, I think so but there is fear now. The light in the heart has gone out, scrambling for faith and hope of any kind. I clasp my hands and look at what the false politicians have done. Bring them to trial before the highest altar to make them cower in the loneliest of corners. Repent for the neglected children, bow your heads, repent for the sins against the poor and lonely, repent in absolute shame you yes you the vacuous hollow politicians.
The Cool
Bring on the cool oceans of the soothing space, the majestic light, revealed and uncluttered, uncomplicated the Temple in its center position high and faceted calm blended with fear at the same time. Be respectful I say we want the truth, we want purity, humans are becoming a disgrace. No wonder animals run away so let us pray. When humans have to win the right to be free a new beginning will come through the gaps, in the atmosphere and impregnate the lost humans and let the good life live and breathe again.
As Most
As most lives are wasted in hate and absurd acts of revenge of no point there should be calm we move too fast we shout too loud go seek the pendulum clock and sit beside it the pedantic tick has wisdom for it holds the essence of calm slows down time defeats hatred have your peace brave and do be kind that better day may be possible oh great peace greet us silently from within and project outward in endless endeavors
The Low Ghost
The low ghost just kept haunting me I asked myself what did I do to deserve this but I will say it has some spirit is it yelling me something shall I I ask but what exactly am I talking to not a ghost of a chance
Upon Empathy
Relying upon empathy how do we fair and what does this cost and does it exist without the lure of reward that is difficult, not easy to answer for we are geared to the oneness of ourselves and not much else for we are under the thumb of the untouchables where no dissent is allowed even though we cannot see the actions of God surely by now we can feel the fear each and every day
The Low Ghost
The low ghost it just kept haunting me I asked myself what did I do to deserve this but I will say it has some spirit is it yelling me something shall I I ask but what exactly am I talking to not a ghost of a chance
Lord of the Galaxies
Lord of the galaxies I pray where is my new home is it earth or is it more than that is it more than this we are desperate to know
The Reincarnation
The reincarnation booth step in for another day another way another sky another sun a new fresh atmosphere where clear water flows do we deserve another chance that I know not, but I’ll sit in the chair and wait to find it if this is real or whether I’m not just wishful thinking on a death sun day don’t wait to melt maybe paradise is just a step away
Tribal Jesus
Tribal Jesus will he come back one day will we hear the call of the drums to prayer it be I see it happening as the drums rise and the people left upon burning earth do gather there was no light in the sky just drums to call mortals up the valley after valley you could hear the footsteps in millions I would say to the forthcoming meeting not written as it might or should be but it definitely will be of Jesus I have no doubt those here are begining to see clearly the evils of the out of control sun must be stopped so people wait for the drums and be prepared in the valley don’t be like Mars wait and listen Jesus is coming soon
This Is Why
This is why they were stars after death they took on a new meaning more than you thought were they just ordinary or something else but they still shine and stand out so we call them stars leaving a trail in the night sky you would fly and chase if you could they were so something against the tragedy dangerous soap operas of three score and ten
If I were gain God has to walk to connection road and wait at the side of the highway I’d wait til I was picked up others would be waiting I guess I’d be chosen and that I’d been taken notice of in the mess of life we would go to cool plains the largest space I’d ever seen and some figure announced this is where miracles happen maybe I said to myself so I duly waited for this I guess I had to believe I wait hopefully not in vain ame
The Ponderer
The prismatic ponderer pioneer of the many facets of all spectrum colors I see as the fine reflective glass turns slowly I heal with all the energies pushing into me the room fills with most beautiful light in arrangements of splendors is this the healing
The Demise
Is the demise the brutal ending or the new awakening the release button for dearth dread and woe we didn’t know we were coming until we were born when demarcation and brutal life politics rose as we grew copper spoon silver spoon and gold plated existences on an ethereal level the iniquities mixes continued to stir with a thinning by war along the way we need to see the Temple the hope along this way we travel for awhile we’ve crowded ourselves out along a turbulent way and the restart needs a push to relight the light for all we seem to have at this moment is nothing life should be of greater hopes and wishes
For a Moment
For a moment the Lord’s love caught me in suspect in the time of a day I was stopped in my tracks in a triangle caught was I but this was no spider it was The Lord our creator our inevitable Master who just controlled this time and told me what I had to be but I must wait awhile to be freshly imbibed with goodness that your imagination couldn’t be I’m not special but today this spotlight shone into me a voice was then delivered and it simply said I’m here to save your soul in return my son will you save all those you can and with that he said will you try to save others on my behalf
The Divine
The divine belt of purple magnificence worn by the master every gem in the universe upon it creation of life healing in life upon life the master turns and life is cast upon this protection and the modes thereof as all life and protection is within just a glance all but a glance will make truth shine into you in purple healing among the many rays cast in the deep peace of divine energies and creation that be and this be God to you benevolent healing loving God praise be to these energies of creation that are yet to be seen
Within a Higher
Within a higher conscience there resides a deeper beat a measured occasion that requires ceremony to cherish our lives to evaluate attitudes to fellow man to stand without our treasures will say more about us than anything else to reach out for the Godhead we must imbibe of the oval of the violet flame and find peace within this
The Lord
The lord so much we use his benevolent energies to glorify ourselves the world we are allowed upon for a short while allows freedom for some pain for others but God cannot do everything we must pray for the afflicted without taking energy to help we must put goodness and kindness to all for we should tread carefully and carefully me mindful that indeed there but for the grace of God go I and with saying that I shall try
Bereft
Bereft and cold in the molds the new generation waits silently for reanimation in the hold of the space cargo ship far in the distant corner of the universe almost in a parallel universe hidden this there be the germ of an unknown new generation waiting for a new planet to emerge from a crop of young stars then the earth we now live upon will be ready to be no more something will live again but it will not be
The Movement
Justice and vindication the movement is shouting to be heard we want to feel good we want to live can we breath please like we used to are humans so thick or bereft of conversations make someone happy help them talk walk over say high speak without prejudice poverty or not sit by the brazier under the bridge share the chicken brew the coffee feel the warmth under the bridge hear the footsteps coming to join Shar the laughter absorb disappointing moments and then smile on forever and ever more
On These Shoulders
On these shoulders I shall carry them when they fall my shoulders the lord will make strong enough so all shall be safe my stable will be warm enough for cold nights that come until the start of the east comes or so it was thought but it was the mothership by the moon told to collect the fallen of life and to rejuvenate them to the next lifestream
The Rectifier
The rectifier of my sons was the goodness left in my aging heart I now remember how innocence made me smile I didn’t hide and my head never bowed down to the promiscuous poison of failed hearts living in jealous greedy misery we started having those conversations again and gold was not on the menu just kind words and the hands of friendships and the rekindling of the Lord God who created all we are all that man has abused so much that we have distorted the weather I hope we still have time to slow down Amen
The unanswered questions I suppose it stays that way the lack of anything no tail to stop us from falling pushed different generations til we go no more til the motor goes and we grind to a halt to once more and nevermore did we leave a mark I know not for I am but dead
Justice
Justice and vindication the movement is shouting to be heard we want to feel good we want to live can we breath please like we used to are humans so thick or bereft of conversations make someone happy help them talk walk over say high speak without prejudice poverty or not sit by the brazier under the bridge share the chicken brew the coffee feel the warmth under the bridge hear the footsteps coming to join Shar the laughter absorb disappointing moments and then smile on forever and ever more
We Got Past
We got past that age we couldn’t dream again the conscience ticking darker side of none illumination no gentle hand looking for reassurance there was none so who was coming as the fear dawned for one and all could religion be proven in the final minutes no angels no demons are we alone don’t trust me for I know not time is borrowing of itself but the beaver still builds it’s dam a the timber wolf howls to the moon and it is cold and colder still does something stir upon the moon and finally is it the fragrance that draws in a sweet passing perhaps to cover the sin of all our lives
My Experiment
My experiment is over for a week I sat in Tesco car park half asleep yes because I am a tired body with many responsibilities so I tried the social conscience sitting dead test nodding and judder waking I pushed the task thousands walked by was I dead or alive no knock upon the window was mason Cult dead or alive no-one knows nor cared amusing society isn’t it wake up mason time to write a little more that’s if I’m not dead you know what I mean