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Boc Hondo Saves a Short Story.

Boc Hondo had one month to tell the chosen ones for the gathering to go to planet Vixor, first, he must pay a visit to the Himalayan mountains he would find the Master Jesus in the seventh cave, who was still alive in modern times, the speed of light was required how could he be sure to find Jesus when all we had been prayers.

Box Hondo has been instructed by an Adept upon Mars that he and the outcasts must get to the chosen ones including Jesus upon planet earth ready for evacuation, the chosen ones will be trained to use the speed of light and to understand languages, and harness telepathy, energy healing will also be taught because the hospitals upon planet Vixor are understaffed. It was the earth year 2052 and a thousand viruses blew in the dense polluted earth. Governments had failed to halt or alter the use of the motor vehicle scared that economies would fail, the car carried on There was a protection energy field surrounding the Himalayan mountains, but Jesus had to be rescued. Boc Hondo superhero controller of the energy gate was busy and Boc’s Outcast’s patrolled the known perimeters twenty-four earth hours. No margin for error is allowed. He would just days before all going to Vixor witness the white energy field but for now, the campfires glow in anticipation of Boc Hondo to complete his mission to save Jesus, who was waiting to rendezvous with Hondo after all these years he was ready to save again and why did the Son of God need to be saved, well that was all in a days work for Boc Hondo and the Outcasts.

Laying Down

Laying down in the midnight late summer in a Christ-like pose I stare up directly I’m already going dizzy with vastness. It sort of whirls around my head, some particles of various sizes seem to fill one another in some places, in this vastness vortexes pinch and grab material as if selecting the mysterious forms within life and extracting from space. I’m seeing into the universe’s beyond how can we not be scared, there must be fear up there among the gases of the stars. Anyway, I do recall my mother calling me in shouting, I had to leave the field much as I didn’t want to at least I had discovered space and some of the virtues of being alone with this infinite vastness.

As the Bard Sayeth Poems Yet M’re Poems f’r Thee

Beware

Beware the cosmic torture, the microwave air with not a breath to spare. Brains fuddled and cooking slowly, humans are changing. Not a breeze to be seen nor felt oh isn’t summer lovely, no it is not and no bit of sense in the human, it does not sense anything wrong gloriously naïve, no global warming. But it is something else, oh yes we will find out but I guess it will be too late as the lager and lunacy rolls on.

Infuse Or Confuse

Infuse me or confuse me as cloud covered me, it came right down, wrapped around me yet all I would be when it lifted to glory. In the morning power possessed, all energy lifted as birds flew furiously. For one and all nothing could stop you flying. Now I said let’s escape and sure enough we did and forever joined in union would be you and me.

The DreamBox

The DreamBox within in the inner sanctum, I go to hide, to feel safe I’ve been too exposed to a lot of hurt for most of the conscious years now I’ve found a way to vanish out of sight and certainly out of mind .I glide as an energy into the DreamBox I never usually have the capacity but today it is here through this energy field a taste of the beginning and not the end so blunt and pointless.

OUR SEPTEMBER POETRY COLLECTION

I Will

I will mold myself to protect you never t know where I am watching over you I will appear when I need to help you I will come from know here like a flash of light I will clasp your wrist in loving warmth to reassure you, however, it is many years since I departed earth if you look upon a dense night and see the stars look for me I will be the brightest and as I promised I will come to you and clasp your lonely hand in delicate warmth be assured that will be me I will diminish your anxiety and lonely pain there will be no words as you will know, it is me the spirit relative for all time.

Perfect Again

He said you are not to sin and I will make you perfect again, long has the stain of evil been at your side. You became a vain reflection of what you desired love, and gratification all is gone strained and struggled to be poured from even the crudest of vessels. We need the essence of love energy goodness the whitest of white at the golden lectern and the largest ring of divinity residing above. The chosen head for a new mission and unity of purpose, not haggling divisions that split mankind apart rather being a seeker of the ultimate truth which one day will rebalance troubled earth.

An Open Mind

Such an open mind be prepared to believe I said, let the new world walk in let them fill your orbit if not a new world filled with the most vibrant of colours too bright to let evils stain or damage, cast decay and cobwebs away send them to be destroyed upon the raging fires of old inner earth. We need to breathe once more some crystal new air with a tolerant sun not too hot let all and everything rest until new earth and modified man settles never to return to his old greedy warring ways. I go my craft is waiting I thought I’d tell you we all have hopes and a promised world of peace is not far away just believe.

Oh Waverly

Oh Waverly meadow of quivering aspens, the last butterfly wavers to my side lonely devoid of hope, summer is gone she just reminds me, fleeting memories are all Waverly has, she has nowhere to go but down I continue to pass Waverly the butterfly as I call her, still no direction the flapping is weary we are all lost, but most of all we are insecure lost in a sea of emotions in an information world.

Tick Tick

Tick tick went the time, the good, the bad, and the ugly. Sir of the bases closed the hanger doors the lights went down there was a deathly silence. Nothing, not a movement of air no moon just a healthy set of starlit counterparts dim or bright. Then I blinked and there before my eyes shaped jet black, were dark grey square shapes with visible inner activity. As if it was about to birth a whole area before me. The Auric Horns surfaced the invasion had begun I retreated a safe distance and observed from a hillock nearby.

What Do You Want To Know…

Why do you want to know of heaven just respect the energy you were given, for life however it manifests has no relative, upon your arrival, there is no cup of tea, so take your food for thought now and let us not waste our lives in the false sanctum. be free now for as long as you can for the earth is the prison we make for ourselves don’t buy the stone age belief of many systems for upon death you will be carried away like seeds, to the brighter light.