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Oh My More Poetry From The Poetic Hero In His Own Lunch Hour…

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

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

Warm Outside But The Wordsmith Is Boiling With This Poetic Round Up

Good Lanterns

We’ve got some good lanterns out there, but where is your leader perhaps over that mountain a hundred miles away the leader of a thousand lights points to the star, is it a starting point? It stops the dots sliding open. Truly this is when the lord arrives I guess I’ll have to wait but you know at least he turned up rejoice I say rejoice for his father is in heaven be reassured at least.

I Slowly

I slowly rose from my bed early to rise as I recall, motioning forward. I proceeded forward in the quest to live for this unknown day. Gripped by a spiders web. Complex my situation, they grabbed me as I flapped like a mad man. They didn’t wish for me to leave they contained my motion but I ask my humble self were they friend or foe generating a warning they held me back another world, I mused how powerful they are the forces of the spirit web most strange.

Sat In Chairs

Sat in chairs in dead air on silent days, the doors are closed. We sit but for how long our brains are set at dead or possibly dying. Where is the reason to believe I know not, who is it that deadened us, surely not the Lord or is the plot so thick we have lost the will to question. There are no answers as the plot of brainwashing continues to descend from on high upon us.

The Thousand Years

The thousand years of unrest I know it’s here, I can feel this is it real killing for fun, because we are intently cruel upon each other. pain being the only mitigating factor if you cry enough it will stop the human was always the plaything of a malicious creator it was called the will of God in the name of God but the excuse now the wrath of God the reason well there is no reason not one that contains the excuse of the earth word of mitigation

Diesel Had Gone

Diesel and petrol has vanished from the world and society was burning and the horses were out in droves shining, single furrow ploughs by the million. A recruitment campaign for plough men, training was needed the old ways had to come back, if you wanted to be fed the activities of the dark ages. Return on mass each field by harvested by thousands at the scythe depot thousands of threshing machines drawn to the fields mankind rallied lives were saved the sky would be thankful no more pollution, the people could breath and unity of purpose began.

The Invoked

The invoked a force of the past, if you want a story you’ll get one because here come the Invoked a portion of the past, so real can you tell the difference everyone’s up for it. As the now seems hopeless, people can come back to life, from the past, but only if you want them to. The Invoked you might not like them. Like a dark comedy they appear before us, run, run for your lives.

Said The Alien

“How is your world.” Said the Alien, “We are on a ball” said I the earth man “we live on it, have to. It goes around still don’t know why we are here nobody has told us, can we come on your ship.” The alien said “just once but please not a word to anyone it is a secret.” At least that what I thought I heard, yet I awake from this dream to realise I am sat with Kev on our seventh pint.

Me & My World

Me and my world and God well that it the truth at last, I always did know the devils road alongside me until the parallel line was reached and then I had to decide how we would separate the good from the bad, plentiful of wrong doing in our society the lower realms are taken over may God have mercy upon us.

Gods Farm

The farm of Godliness, do you believe the longest experiment in known history. Little have we realised this in our years of human existence and reckonings evolution once had an energy, a hand to push it all along. But soon it will return to all elements, for humans are destroying themselves, the sky nerds rest, the elements and the aliens observe man is being retired the Bible is back, there is no peace.

A Pearl

A pearl from an oyster here it is secreted in my pocket, waiting for the right moment to be added to the ring of fortune. I hope, I shine, I am quality on high. So high I dedicated them to my priestess who leads me by my fortune and future and all I could ever believe. Upon higher plains my ring of pearls came true to me.

News Media

News media has led to blind faith a new false idol as if instinct has gone, the new false idol is the media and internet all threads of interpretation, which one out of all these threads do you believe. Trust yourself for this day that is all that matters in the absence of the visible light that shines upon our troubled world. Only man to blame if you can call him that but nature will rule in its own entity without earth’s deadliest irritant us if anyone cared the ozone layer should have gone many moons ago, but it is alright, the media advertise electric cars and behold the price, hail the false idol of money.

We Are Ready

We are ready to plug in to the eternal, never lose the greater vision beyond the skies above, beyond all that is known the mystery that is wonderful will happen shall we close our eyes to see.

Never Be.

Never be an ornament child fight back claim your love. Be yourself smile openly, laugh, even if things are bad you are you, not your parents think free be you, use your time wisely. Let your highest thought be the one aim. Never be stuck with the bland, stick in the mud, and it will grind you to dust in their banalities and dross light the light in your mind and make it last. For your life and forever fight forward and never go back.

Me To Mine

Me to mine, my thoughts need an exhaustive cleaning. Too much dirt I cannot live without the purity, I seek upon new pasture like a grazing bovine. I need new pasture so I can chew things over till I decide how to survive and indeed I ask myself is it worth it, as the bastards grind me down or try they won’t succeed tell that to the universe, oh yes the force is on the move.