The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
The indifference of lapping water in a sealed land locked harbour, water, it laps goes backwards and forwards. Even mother moon has no impression upon this wind variable lagoon of intransigence, but thunder will come, changes will be be brought forth profound upon this semi stillness. The walls in this circle will be broken and once more the waters of life will flood back to the divine gravitates of an unchanging sea ruled by mother moon.
When it comes to problems with housing in the overcrowded Terra of England it comes to mind that we are a realm of politically controlled snobs, who gives an owls hoot about the rickety housing ladder now missing many rungs, please do blame the legion of silver surfers and the greedy working class who exploited the never should have been right to buy it is properly built and administered social housing that should now be prominent. The working class have blotted there credentials by post industrial borrowing upon the over inflated ex council homes, thus blocking and stopping the council house supply chain.
The only reason it looks better than it did is down to the borrowing (shame on the banks.) The older generation have completely sold out the young, the disabled and mentally afflicted, but guess what folks, politicians love your votes so morals and principles go out the door. We are media driven class snobs in this country and try and survive under a pot boiling mix of jealous false friendship as a country we are finished.
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.
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.
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.
