Adam – Page 41 – The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive

When The East Wakes Up. My Own Theosophy.

When the East wakes up a darker cloud will depend, it’s something in the air heat and dust with deprivation and bone crushing political religious doctrine and ironclad dictatorship. THE WEST is still indulging in a technology nirvana and preferred delusion to metaphysical facts, drowning in a sea of meaningless visual filth cheapened by media.

As all populations rise the spread of panic will alight humans need to disperse from condensed types of cluster living, in real terms, we occupy little space in relation to the magnitude of mother earth, but have doomed ways of living in buildings high enough to touch cloud bases, the rest is congested cities an unequal arrangement of dependencies and the meaning of life cheaper by the day.

The more that religious fires are stoked the more religious fire spreads, in multifaceted ways and not always the peace for which we know to be elusive. Tied up in a jungle of words in life that upon death equates to sand unless the legacies of wise words and deeds are heeded, but never the less no human should live and for no reason to be proffered forth, would deny spiritual survival and the comfort of eternal truths now locked in mystery as of these present moments in time no one should live for no reason.

That means to say that whatever is making death so prevalent does not at this point in our evolution does not indicate an all loving benevolent God (entity), so I conclude much darker forces at work and much mission bound pro action through individuals who spread divine light.

Dogma

Indeterminate coincidences in never ending time a continuum of fear and pain with a moving light no one can reach, only in words uttered and written by passing doom mongers in there spans of life politics is a description and prophecy of burning dark doom. As the conspiracy in completion society and ideologies of control destroy innocence and kindness replaced by constant twitches of the nervous insecurities within driven by control dogma from the conduits of protected educational elite puppeteers.

Chaos Theory

Too many hands clapping too many moths circling the street, lamp click and clap, alters a world. Alters a world in telepathic ripple over the convex of a seas horizon, the next day arrived a butterfly, opened gossamer wings a wisp of deft air travelled under a sun out of control, the duffed muffle headed distant thud explode evil had arrived someone needs to call god.

But God Forbid The Toilet.

Transaction is all we do, no greater or less than colonies of the ant world set against one another in daily clusters, controlled because we have been made to lose our minds from transmissions from your fillings to the sliver chips. Subtle under your skin, cameras upon corners and in rural hedgerows. But god forbid the toilet. One never knows demonstrations why so many unarmed screamers shouting into space whilst agent provocateurs laugh from parliamentary windows by the river Thames. So called democracy now becoming dictatorial overload, everybody assuming rights but right over what and applicable to whom, we are now no more than animals on a world farm though a slightly more sophisticated visual energy form.

Life Has It’s Shadows

Life has its shadows they follow you around over your shoulder in the midday sun and into the night, slowly dimming, the shadows are black your blocking the light, as if a spirit co-joins you. Your shadow could be your only friend we don’t want to be lonely as we go into the night a candle glows and flickers in vulnerability. Our prayers are uttered softly asking of god will you look after us for another night, so next day we can feel what is life giving cast forth from an unknowingly benevolent sun.