Feeding sadistic traits, sat in the kitchen playing Hitler with sticky fly paper, as close as you get on a bad day, you may say it is only a fly like us, one of many but this is the only element at your disposal, on a bad day on planet earth.
Tag: Adam
The Political Time
The political time of the prescriptive political control no one speaks anymore all locked in their sad nuclear family personas in fact the I mean they just do not have to think a machine suggests a life for the populous a vision on a screen comes up lets live it according to the laws of politics and media I hope this isn’t fake truth
Why I Write As A Counterpoint
I write as a counterpoint to all the doom literature laid before me as I conduct my amateur research of the deepest subjects known to man that of theosophy and it’s many branches. Man begot woman, in the arms and actions of passions the moment life was created an innocent life evolving into millions of environments. Opinions of the young did form the pendulums of influence upon other emerging lives, sailing to larger influences, often unprincipled and so on. The children were confused many adults conveyed continuous mantra of the end of the world populations abound, but who indeed in freshness and beauty wished for the end worldwide, it’s eternal struggles and savage displays. The karmic black and white initiates pushed the battles under the watch of an all seeing God, his son the radical Jesus turned himself out, pointing to all saying let me be the light of hope and eternity, but many didn’t listen and preferred to hide under a blanket of occult spells and lies. The Lord wanted more light for his children to be kind and seek eternity through divine truths not the pious rantings of personalised religion religion.disguised as selfish personal development with greed as a heart seek and share is all I say brutality is is the beast in a bad thought by millions so I prefer meekness devoid of power that corrupts at least I am aware that I have sinned but never in all time did I want to love and life is my fairy story that is all I can say, but I still bump into men and women upon the street corners peddling forms of salvation at a cost of conformity this may not always be as pure as it seems many are bound by the devil of politics and hierarchy and as humble before the Lord as I want to be I struggle to remain free in thought and still seek friendship in the hordes of human proportion who live mainly greed and self grandiose I write in esoteric ways divine from sources unknown these words must be heard I implore for they are work of special creation and need to be seen in life.
Ashes To Ashes
Ashes to Ashes dust to dust, grains of sand upon the beaches around and on the coast of this earth onto the beaches we return, shining under eternal sunshine, increasing in its glory to bring about change. Mother moon gravitates, pulls about with the seas all cosmic aspects of shifting sands, shapes of all humanity in time and tides. The former shape of you or one, for a minute, does repose as in life, as a reminder of a former physical presence now merging with golden crystal granules upon shifting sands in moving ceaseless change, universal moving souls in the synchronisation of everlasting universe, brought to animation in random time in different places shifting restless souls are we.
Oh Man of the Wood.
Oh man of the wood where can I be laid to rest within the fibre of that tree to be as one in mass to your eternal vibration in energy and unseen Wisdom do I now dwell hidden from all that ever did hurt me in physical form I am now with the leaf touching the energy of eternal sunlight.