Good Lanterns
We’ve got some good lanterns out there, but where is your leader perhaps over that mountain a hundred miles away the leader of a thousand lights points to the star, is it a starting point? It stops the dots sliding open. Truly this is when the lord arrives I guess I’ll have to wait but you know at least he turned up rejoice I say rejoice for his father is in heaven be reassured at least.
I Slowly
I slowly rose from my bed early to rise as I recall, motioning forward. I proceeded forward in the quest to live for this unknown day. Gripped by a spiders web. Complex my situation, they grabbed me as I flapped like a mad man. They didn’t wish for me to leave they contained my motion but I ask my humble self were they friend or foe generating a warning they held me back another world, I mused how powerful they are the forces of the spirit web most strange.
Sat In Chairs
Sat in chairs in dead air on silent days, the doors are closed. We sit but for how long our brains are set at dead or possibly dying. Where is the reason to believe I know not, who is it that deadened us, surely not the Lord or is the plot so thick we have lost the will to question. There are no answers as the plot of brainwashing continues to descend from on high upon us.
The Thousand Years
The thousand years of unrest I know it’s here, I can feel this is it real killing for fun, because we are intently cruel upon each other. pain being the only mitigating factor if you cry enough it will stop the human was always the plaything of a malicious creator it was called the will of God in the name of God but the excuse now the wrath of God the reason well there is no reason not one that contains the excuse of the earth word of mitigation
Diesel Had Gone
Diesel and petrol has vanished from the world and society was burning and the horses were out in droves shining, single furrow ploughs by the million. A recruitment campaign for plough men, training was needed the old ways had to come back, if you wanted to be fed the activities of the dark ages. Return on mass each field by harvested by thousands at the scythe depot thousands of threshing machines drawn to the fields mankind rallied lives were saved the sky would be thankful no more pollution, the people could breath and unity of purpose began.
The Invoked
The invoked a force of the past, if you want a story you’ll get one because here come the Invoked a portion of the past, so real can you tell the difference everyone’s up for it. As the now seems hopeless, people can come back to life, from the past, but only if you want them to. The Invoked you might not like them. Like a dark comedy they appear before us, run, run for your lives.
Said The Alien
“How is your world.” Said the Alien, “We are on a ball” said I the earth man “we live on it, have to. It goes around still don’t know why we are here nobody has told us, can we come on your ship.” The alien said “just once but please not a word to anyone it is a secret.” At least that what I thought I heard, yet I awake from this dream to realise I am sat with Kev on our seventh pint.
Me & My World
Me and my world and God well that it the truth at last, I always did know the devils road alongside me until the parallel line was reached and then I had to decide how we would separate the good from the bad, plentiful of wrong doing in our society the lower realms are taken over may God have mercy upon us.
Gods Farm
The farm of Godliness, do you believe the longest experiment in known history. Little have we realised this in our years of human existence and reckonings evolution once had an energy, a hand to push it all along. But soon it will return to all elements, for humans are destroying themselves, the sky nerds rest, the elements and the aliens observe man is being retired the Bible is back, there is no peace.
A Pearl
A pearl from an oyster here it is secreted in my pocket, waiting for the right moment to be added to the ring of fortune. I hope, I shine, I am quality on high. So high I dedicated them to my priestess who leads me by my fortune and future and all I could ever believe. Upon higher plains my ring of pearls came true to me.
News Media
News media has led to blind faith a new false idol as if instinct has gone, the new false idol is the media and internet all threads of interpretation, which one out of all these threads do you believe. Trust yourself for this day that is all that matters in the absence of the visible light that shines upon our troubled world. Only man to blame if you can call him that but nature will rule in its own entity without earth’s deadliest irritant us if anyone cared the ozone layer should have gone many moons ago, but it is alright, the media advertise electric cars and behold the price, hail the false idol of money.
We Are Ready
We are ready to plug in to the eternal, never lose the greater vision beyond the skies above, beyond all that is known the mystery that is wonderful will happen shall we close our eyes to see.
