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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.

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Blessed.

Did you know the Auras have a code of practice I walk along it seems unfriendly, the Aura it bothers me? So I wonder why, face after face passes me place after place a scowl of disapproval so this is the world now. So how do I survive I was told a way by an unknown master I cannot reveal he said “my son doesn’t look, keep walking, keep straight, and don’t pick up or take in the Aura of others and you will be fine and yes you will heal transmit your blessing to all who pass you, and you will be blessed.

The Breed

This is the year, the breed, the beards, the muscles all over the place the hypermasculine, expand and steroid terror moves in disturbed minds raging through violent England. Women are now like men and more than nasty. Peace is now a period of a dispute the resolution often death, when the beards are shaved off the peace will once again come and change will arrive. Pass me the jungle juice I am on the weights, oh did I not tell you I am one of them.

I Am A Spirit

I’m a spirit on day release, I thought I’d tell you this. I’ll tap you on the shoulder to let you know. I’ll squeeze your wrist I’ll touch your brow I’ll turn a cloud to blow on your cheek, I’ll stay awhile and then kiss your cheek to tell you I love you and then I will go followed by the most haunting wind you’ve ever heard. Whoosh it is I, there and gone. Yet strangely here trapped in my world and yours.

The Harvest

The harvest will come I know of that, the dictators are surrounded now their days are done, trust me. I know of this, the evil will break, the evil will drown, and an echo of laughter and happiness will be heard around the world. The vibration will be long until the bad has gone trust me I know. A day like never before will dawn the sun is for everyone love will be felt everywhere, my ears are different and soon you’ll know why soon you will know because I know that change will be forever.

Distorted

Were we ever our brother’s keeper look at us now tightly packed but with all the space in the world, no it’s territorial the mind of distorted humans going higher, or is it down and down to Hades. Seems like control but it is high and you might fall man is not a bird. Where are the minds when your garden is dead but a long way down, where there is no sense, there is no feeling and all that followed is nowhere fighting and killing government is down am I really my brother’s keeper too busy fighting to survive? God is on the back burner ready to explode now that’s atomic.

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When Words

When words are not enough the silence will do, who started this control business I ask, as much noise now. Bad things happen in the terra confusion, the accent on control. But it’s safe, it stays in my dark book of life I have visions and it comes out, the truth that is. That we are nothing and the plethora of words has made it all worse. I know those on earth that talk with a glance only so words are not wasted you saw them in the pub you know. They are not human.

I Rose High

I rose upon high to shake the clouds, I shook them a lot. I started another great flood, the waters rose the people panicked this was larger than war for this was change. Who am I for I am the great initiator no longer in the shadows my work is before you? I need not write for you can see well enough that revenge upon the bad deeds of an unknowing feckless man was his undoing, a smooth undulating surface was all that was left upon the earth and now for whoever can hear is the last living planet alas now gone was anyone saved I know not, but there are some faint voices including my own echoing across time.

Oh & The Last Sandwich.

Oh, when I was young there were places I was told never to go one was down a narrow track to where a large family lives, an isolated family from Eastern Europe. I recall settling after World War Two. There were many members of this family, I’d made my way to see my friend named Johnny I was not best dressed but that didn’t matter I needed a friend. Strong aromas emanated further down the track where the family rented a dilapidated old cottage owned by a feudal landlord, my friend asked me would I like a cheese sandwich the fool as I was and the horrible voice of my vain social-climbing mother was heard in my head, “oh don’t mix with those down the lane they are rough.” She would say, an idiot and nieve were I I then realized I had eaten the last cheese sandwich, it was an issue, I lost a friend and for the rest of my life, I remember Johnny and I wonder what happened to him. My hand had grabbed but did not ask, for that last sandwich, that was taboo, that was too much for Johnny.

L.O.V.E

L.O.V.E Love. Orbit Validation Entity all around us, it abounds, it is discreet but so much needed, we are searching but can anyone find the genuine hand to lead us to the divine light that all should bath in. Till saturated and absorbed to learn of divinity within gentle light,

In The Darkest Places

In the darkest places, summertime runs in your head, running in abandon, upon meadow after meadow jumping broken five bar gates along the way. Birdsong forever and trees tuned to the breeze this is all when we are down and worried. Let the sunrise, let us all heal and live with greater love in our troubled minds. When all around you is gone do not give your jewel away it is your passport to your next live stream and cosmic intelligence lodged within your mind and when the world ends you can bring it to the forefront of your mind, bring yourself to the gates of heaven it is your greatest earthly defence system it is the shining glory, it is your Pineal gland, your transfer to the eternal triumph.

The Dawn

The dawn of mind emanation control a world where speech is an irrelevance but a glance it will be and that is all the eyes of people will talk silence, all emotions will be dimmed to merely function all will be all the art of conversation will be gone totalitarian control is all, the plantings had begun.

The time it is limited we’ve saturated earth and used her bounty. The belief for the human to conquer that is now an absurdity, as nature takes over a deserted once human-occupied dwelling that is real invasive power, we breed without thought and we are all rivals. Tomorrow all will have to look up to it is the only chance there will be an opening above a giant portal a giant craft will descend surrounded in white energy the true day begins and by the end of an earth day only the gentlest of peacemakers were left and the earth would rest for a million years.

The Happy Reset

The happy reset it had to be, we couldn’t go on as unhappy we see no talking, no laughter, we should start with a smile then we should expand to banter and onwards. Forget the demonic appearance and regain clarity of innocence we may not like one another but spare just one day and try.

Before The Doves Fly

I would like to share some hope if Anyone can find some before the doves fly on their holy mission for peace. I think there are two of them in immaculate white. You will know of them as the shining white light that surrounds them is beyond me, and so it is meant to be. We retire behind this so we can observe the work of the white doves sent by the almighty. we never know if we cannot create peace for at least an eternity that of course is our wish, so shall it be as the wings flap and never falter till divinity is done.

Hows Your Cloud

How’s your cloud can I come over I need to get away on this day I’m weightless now I’m coming to visit you, I knew you would be there hidden from all in temporary heaven where some will wait. I look up at this moment a very white cloud is parting. I feel clean for this is pure, upon a cloud is where I found you and no-one has forgotten you, “hello gran.” say I, we are floating in heaven upon the clouds. peace, peace at last.

I Don’t Know

The thing with many minds you’ll never know how it’s fashioned I don’t know it commands under the winds of divine influence it knows not of you of evil well it’s stirring the billions as we were products of the will our time on earth is a finite matter we suffer not many are free to be we are told we are the creations of a God but that story is running thin.

The Room

The room eerily puzzling held great promise for those hoping for a cure firstly the scent, then serenity far away from any Madding Crowd the touch was rewarding, the touch vibration was all there was, and pulsing to the whole body was how this began happening I’m just guessing the touch must be that of the interplanetary divine, I must follow, I must seek.

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China Lights

China lights they’re coming to get you the lanterns will be landing they will take you all away in a paper bag they say the game is all wrapped up so sweet and sour it is out to do your noodle kit and kaboodle Boris the dish you are a chopstick we can handle you all the cats and dogs woof what a game.

We Own Nothing

Warning to dictators and omnipotent beings it is not my earth to own. For we own nothing beyond our lifestream, the claim has gone mankind must realise this the earth will become unforgiving of you for the mess and lives you ruin. You are but a nasty glitch in time your essences linger, no longer than your breath but the joy of life you ruin you will be reckoned on the seventh lifestream.

Coaching the Amina

Coaching the Amina what are the laws of attraction my mind ponders it deeply. My eye saw you, I picked you no idea what you will turn into my success rate isn’t too good but I’ll give it a go. Your dotted all over the world maybe I’ll approach you to try something different, need to try anything to break through the ties that bind me.

I Hold Within

I hold within a planet that can’t let go, it is without a purpose and currently, it requires a planet host to grow it wants to escape, it torments me, it spins faster. It wants to go I’m not from the earth of that I know, for therein lays another family on another planet something tells me I must find a home.

Mystical Phoenix

Better get used to silence for that is all there is, your mind is wiped like a psychic mystical phoenix caught in a higher moment in unfathomable time. In the distance, a deep pendant abides a faceless clock but over the years becomes louder to the ears right until the last second, and the wind she changes and drops to nothing then it all starts again for another day, yet I dare not think of tomorrow I haven’t finished with today, there is more to go as the moment passes as a clock ticks with pedantic slowness we build up, let us hope to make us cope in time. This world will change but I’m afraid it will be ten thousand years passeth and yet it doesn’t matter.