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OH MY MORE POEMS FROM THE WARRIOR OF PROSE

Is religion owned by an elite or is religion for everyone that is a very difficult proposition indeed throughout the world, religion ready to take the strays at the door who are, weary of the economic trouble and that is easy, but not always obvious that contro is the hidden hand and not self will. It is therefore desperation and control in the locality within towns and cities, but you wouldn’t call this unbiased nor uncooperative with government agencies, who always will gladly say this is good statistically. Some religious groups might say God is everywhere as long as you are with us. A double stream of government and religion for the poor, who by the millions have lost the way and are now controlled by one state machine or another.

The Silence of Space

The silence of space is discovered, is it death are we all out there beyond, now gone from sure footings upon former terra earth. In a new realm, a new lifestream in a holding station for programming. I’ve heard that we all have to stay within this craft for God to arrive I have to say I don’t like waiting.

Stop

Stop my DNA from floating away, for it will be lost in confusion amongst none purities of wider humanity. We are so mixed up our boundaries now gone, we know one another now in every country and continent aware there is not much that separates us by greedy mens hands only we are expected to fight for false beliefs. But we are getting wise we are coming together slowly and in a million more years we will find the harmonious one and the ultimate kindnesses in a world as one under God’s all seeing eye .

A Box

A box of photos but would it save lives. Disturbing was the day, the hour, the week, the year and then the years I had run out of ideas to form a number of people struggling with behaviours of unknown quantities. Panic had set in I had a set of old family photos and slides spanning many generations upon me and thought I will give this to some troubled relatives motivation and energies change them from an almost troubled demonic cycle, that in desperation was leading to no man’s land. Well this musty collection was drying out in a warm home and incremental viewing took place. I wouldn’t put my hand upon heart and say a miracle ensued for that would be a falsity for sure, but when a troubled person discovers a family link that has potentials of change for the light. I do hope we live for hope for all forever.

a collection of poems from the warrior…

Deserted Beaches

A side reel of fire that is the matter deposited upon earth’s deserted beaches. In the silence of thousands of desolate nights under a myriad of stars, guiding and benevolent moon lights of the sandy weaving coastlines. There is no-one yet to hear the auld pulse of crashing waves into stubborn rockfaces. But in the coves and caves tiny fires are now seen and shapes within shadows. New life is forming around fires, naked and hairy for now. But forms from the matter are bursting forth ready for the inward march under thousands of sun mornings.

Gods Return To The Sun.

God’s return to the sun within. Simple it is, all life molten drops of energy that we cannot touch we only harvest the rays that lift us to our feet every day. Alive with the absolute in dilution breaking past the seal of limitation that halts our burning and nurtures crops to harvest and eat for the simplicity of life and faith.

Particles

Particles in the pipeline I shone my torch down a length of pipe the light captured the particles within I have no doubt the particles will posses the nuclei for another life by the time the end of this tunnel is reached I may even suggest that whilst they are spinning in this swirl another life will emerge upon their exit to an awaiting galaxy the new world my friends.

I Am Building A Spacecraft

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I Count

I count the lonely footsteps as to where they lead I know not, somewhere further on in the snow a figure beckons me. “Come on, come on, reach me. I implore you, I can help.” Is what I heard, as I approached a figure in the winters snow upon this valley track. “Come with me and I will take you to another world not far away there are people who know of you and are now aware of your years of distress, they are but nearly over.

Run

You see them coming run, you here them coming run, you know they’re coming run. Too many of them, run they’re calling your name, run, you are on film, run, running out, are you north south east and west beasts run scream for your life for the army of who are coming and it’s you they want you have a secret they need to know run, for your life.

Who Were They

Who were they walking the tops of clouds, like dissolving mountains. As you watched from down below small black silhouettes, still in the backdrop. So far away, but I knew who you were. Taking one last look at what might have been. But we are all the time limited and this sadly was the day I mouthed goodbye to and go find god, I am still looking.