Flashpoint

I am tired of being lied too

I am tired of being manipulated

I am tired of being used

I am tired of supporting a system

  That only takes and does not give back

I am tired of politicians

  Who only know how to use people

People are Important

People are what make the world turn

People get assholes elected

And then those same assholes turn on them

Obama, Schumer, Boehner, Reid and Pelosi

  and all you others

You know Who You Are

You have let me down along

   With millions of others

You have no soul

You have no mercy

You are soulless

You are evil

You will do what you must do

  to keep your power, to protect your asses along with

Your assets in the time allotted

But after that allotted time,

  Watch out

The people do not forget

Yes, they do forgive

   but only because they have compassion

Something you all know nothing about

   There is coming a flash point

  In which God fearing Men and Women

   Will, altogether, come together

And declare an End to The Games

Mind Control

"ALL THAT I WOULD HOPE TO BE IS WITHIN MY GRASP OF REALITY"

Come To Me

Come to me, oh Spirit

I long to speak with you

Come to me, oh Spirit

Give me your bird’s eye view

Come to me, oh Spirit

I long to know your way

Come to me, oh Spirit

While I’m on my knees in prayer

Come to me, oh Spirit

For our world is in a mess

Come to me, oh Spirit

Please help with our transgress

Come to me, oh Spirit

And show me pearls of wisdom

Come to me, oh Spirit

Bring forth thy divination

Come to me, oh Spirit

I long to know your way

Come to me, oh Spirit

Before we pass away

Starseed

A dazzling fractal of stars forms a blanket over my head
Old friends who whisper, "one day you will find your way
  back to us."


The stirring of brittle brown leaves
  makes me weep

Once succulent, green and full of life
  they now lie discarded at my feet 

The air is cold and crisp and biting
I pull my jacket closer around me, inviting

Listening to my Telepath
I move along the well-trod lath


Up ahead lies a looming forest

Mysterious, deep and dark
It holds no fear for I know its bark

Many magical and wondrous things have
  happened here

Elves and Gnomes, Faeries and Sprites
  gather here all in the pale moonlight

This is a dense, deep, dark hidden realm
One that I know and oh, so well

Giggles and shouts of merriment and laughter
All gather here to meet with Enchanter

Mimicking and whistling they spin a new rhyme
Out of shadows steps enigmatic French Mime

Ivy and holly and mistletoe, too
All intertwined in the stately tall yew

The sweet morning dew that blankets the floor
In the morn we awake to hoar and explore

What have the Urals to say?
Did they see many on their way?

The dancing lights
The many small people
Who soar around the tall, tall steeple

They live far away
They visit us often

Many are they from
am Rhein Ludwigshafen

 

Cannibal of the Soul

Beware the cannibal you cannot see
The one that feeds on human misery
It shreds and devours the flesh
It fleeces the mind
In its wake it leaves ugly black feces behind
Its goal is subjugation of the worst kind
Its malediction and malicious task
Is always hidden under smiling mask
Its words are hollow
But for many, easily swallowed
It's only goal is your demise
But sadly, too many, this fact they deny
It will run its course
It will leave its mark
Just like the bite of a Great White Shark
But in the end
It will fail
Just like a floundering ship
In a gale
It believes it will conquer us 
But knows not what its done
For it has unwittingly unleashed
A fearsome giant
One that will crush it in utter defiance
Our resolve is unmatched
Our courage unfettered
For Americans All
For Americans We
No president
No hierarchy 
Will strip us of our Sovereignty
We are a Free people
We live in a land
Where Prosper and Happy
And Content is our stand
Our Document ready
Our Forefathers Thee
For This is America
The Land of the Free
---

Is There Still Time?

Strip us naked
So we feel our pain
Now we know just
    who's to blame
Tie us to a mast in gale
Where our cries all futile wails
Human, are we?
Who made us so?
With half a brain and
Half a whole
All consuming:
   With Hatred, Rage
No room inside to disengage
Seek the Truth
Of Mankind's Fall:
We fail to Listen
We fail to Learn
We're Bitter, Angry
Unconcerned

We care not for past
     Lessons Learned

The Spirit Within

there's a part of me i'll never know
that long lost Indian of many moons ago
my daughter's name was Many Bluebells
with spittled hair and sweated brow
and forced to run the gauntlet now
that led us all right straight to hell
the muted sun
the frozen ground
nothing making any sound
bodies lying all around
staring faces with grimaces
upon a bunch of primitives
this i was told not long ago
and one I hope to more deeply know

The House With No Lights

All through the land

There arose such a clamor

Liberty firm against Sickle and Hammer

The lies, the attacks

The audacity of hope

Trying desperately to silence

Millions of folk

Mitt Romney, G-d Bless Him

A man with a Plan

Obama, G-d Help Us

With head in the sand

To those who keep clamoring

That we’re on the right course

I’d say you’re mistaken

We’re riding Dark Horse

Under Obama we’re hurting

We’re drowning in debt

Under another Obama

We’ll suffer our worst fears yet

What’s wrong with Obama,

Why, he just needs to stay

Another four years and you'll see better days

That’s why I am worried with O at the helm

I shudder to think about living in hell 

Seven

When the wails of Men
   are more than they can bare
When Wisdom has departed
   from their mindset
When confusion reigns
   and blots out the sum
When all that is good
   is sore undone
The moans of Man
   reach the ears of Heaven
All they believed
   is but Seven
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soule:  In Kabbalah, the number 7 represents the 'natural world'

The "Light Warriors"

When understanding departs here and flees there  When people are frightened, run everywhere

No longer a fun game of musical chairs  When chaos, confusion, blots out the sun

When we’re puzzled and fearful  at such a conundrum

When all that is good is being undone  When our moans are heard at the Gates of Heaven

The clock face will resonate “11:11”  Old ways are crumbling  But New is arriving

On camel, on horseback  By Jeep 4-wheel driving

Fall down on your knees  Look up to the sky

For the angels descending  Are quite comprehending

Take hold of your daughter  your son and your wife

Together form bulwark  to shield against strife

The stank air is heavy with myriad curses  As money is looted from government purses

The Dark Force emerges  As we scramble around

Rears ugly head  Yet we all stand our ground

For we’ve been assigned  Celestial help from Above

They’re called the Light Warriors  And they'll take off the gloves

This Light Being Force will return us to Source

This Light Being Force will show no remorse

Together, this battle they are agreeing  A breakdown of things that we all are seeing

They’re already here, quietly at work  And this is one battle no Angel will shirk 

They're here to eradicate sludge bacteria  and slime

Who’ve possessed all of us  For a very long time

Look Within

We fell the stately tree
In our brash, unmindful spree
We plane it
Turn it into a door
Or piece it together to form hand-hewn floor
How sad
But have you ever bothered to take a look
At the engravings concealed in its nooks and crooks?
They’re embedded deep in this wood-grained art
Forgotten mosaics of some broken heart?
Quirky spirals peering out at you
We silently observe, but still have no clue
These bashful phantoms are everywhere
When we’re tucked into bed
When we’re combing our hair
Also, when sitting upon the throne
In that small little room, quite all alone
But no, we’re not
We're under their spell
Watching and waiting for whom the toll bells
Because that door,
   the one we've closed a thousand times before
Is staring us down and now we see
A snarly dragon, a cup of tea
Could it be they’re prodding us
To get off the couch, get off our duff?
Get out of that easy chair
Take head out of book
You have many friends if you’ll only just look

I Am in Awe

I am in awe
Of the breath I draw
The feet that walk
The mouth that talks
Eyes of blue or gray or brown
The face that wears a smile or frown
The inner workings of the brain
That bring much joy
That bring much pain
Hands that softly, tenderly,
   caress a babe most lovingly
But those same hands can turn to fists,
   striking blows they can’t resist
Hatred, fear, resentment swelling
Like a crazed self portrait compelling
Nothing stops errant direction
Now is time for Big Correction
If you are blind to changes coming,
They’re hard to see as world keeps humming
But He who’s tired and saddened, too
Watching handiwork He can’t undo,
   Incapable of self control
Time for realignment of the soul
Our evil bent has last too long
Now the somber Buddha’s gong,
  Sweet intertwined with Song of Songs
Signals end of all that’s wrong
One more chance to turn around
To stay the race and reclaim our ground

I Am a Daughter of the Revolution

I am a Daughter of the Revolution.  My blood has stained the ground.  In this cherished land my boots have trod.  In this cherished land my fears have gnawed- but I've thrown them off with a guffaw.  With musket, powder, cloak and dagger, I am unlike polities swagger, for I am honour-bound.  The trees, my cover, the babbling brook, awaits the line I bait with hook.  For up ahead opposition lies.  And I am one and they are five.  Covert and silent, I know the drill, as I creep across the silent hill.  I push aside locks grazing brow and grasp my musket more firmly now.  My heart is steady as stealthily, I approach the enemy.  Blood, sweat and loss is all I've known.  For father, mother, children gone.  And country on verge of collapse.  I cannot bare hear dirge of  Taps.  What drives me is it courage, duty?  Or is it liberty's proclivity?  We must accomplish task at hand--restoration of this great land.  All else is worthless if freedom lost unless resolved at any cost.        

Mind-Speake

Awake oh Earth
  From deep, deep slumber
From bed you rest on
  That has your number
Open up your half-moon eyes
  Gaze upon your mountains, skies
Stirring now, you flex your muscles
  Making the Behemoth Redwoods rustle
Then your energy
  Starts to flow
Quiet the Wind
  Then strong, fierce blow
Petals drop
  Rift canyons deep
Across your landscape
  Stealthily creep
---
"Earth to Human:
  Learn Mind-Speake"
For it is I not you
  Who Reigneth
From Beginning I've Tried
  To counsel, traineth
All of you...but alas
   Only few have simple grasp

Fragments of Time

What matters at this
     very moment
Is the Thought you have
     is it Loving
Is it Hateful
    is it Frightful, Happy, Sad?
Like the Twinkling Star
    Bedazzles
So this Life is full of frazzles
    Quiet the Mind
Refresh the Soul
    Cast aside worn ways of old
To Thy Bosom gather Sun's Rays
    And Strive to Make
a Better Day
 
  

It's 2012 and We're Picking Up Speed

We’re all invited to a Tea
Where eyes wide open,
ALL will see
The Cruelty, the depravity -
Of our Human Condition”
Looks more like Perdition
The Powerful keep running around
Trampling the weak into the ground
But times are changing
And They will see
We finally grasp Totality
We’re tired of all the pushing,
Shoving,
It’s time for peace and
Global loving
Get out of Our way
You bureaucrat
Or we will swat you
Like a gnat
The world is finally coalescing
Holding hands
And reassessing
We’re on our way
Just don’t stop now
Or we will tumble
Like the Dow
Hands extended
Across the planet
Black ones
Brown ones
The whole darn gamut
We’re gaining speed
The Momentum spreads
This time we’ll
Cut the Snake off head

A Glimpse From the Past

There was this man
I watched with interest
With him was his young apprentice
His steed - a Raptor Ford Pickup
A serious man, a serious truck
A muscular body
And swarthy stride
He was walking away from me
When he returned
I saw what before I could not see
All he needed was the suit: 
The sword
The helmet
The chainmail
Boots
He begrudgingly acknowledged me
With a look that only he
Could give with no much as an afterthought
His hair was thick and very black
All he needed was the knot
I took him all in
And was mesmerized
By the Samurai Warrior
I idolized

Split Myself in Two

Split myself in two
    So me can look at you  
One half''s a laugh  
   The other flunked math 
It's clear me have no clue

Finish the Mission

I want to go back from where first I came
But where the hell is it? --it won’t be the same
I’m still trudging on,
Feeling alone and forlorn
Getting madder and madder
Just like the Mad Hatter
My friend tells me please, to
“Stop all the chatter”
But I feel that I won’t
I must sense of this make
Like the bow on a ship
I am leaving a wake
Moving steadily forward
Through endless sea
With no getting off
But lots of places to pee
If I knew why
If I knew that
I think I’d feel better
Knowing right where I'm at
But I am left wondering
From dusk until dawn
Why the heck I am here
And the card I have drawn

Don't Wait Till It's Too Late

Don't wait to make that date...don't wait to take that break...don't wait to get in shape...don't wait till it's heartbreak...don't wait to light the cake...don't wait till half-past eight...don't wait to admit mistake...don't wait for sweet embrace...don't wait, for heaven sake...

                                                             

                                                             learn to love and not to hate
                                                           open a door, don't lock a gate 

Time seems to pass more quickly as we grow older but curiously it seems that we start slowing down, allowing us time to study things more deeply; we reflect on our lives; study the flutter of a butterfly; lovingly gaze into the eyes; follow the fanciful flight of the dragonfly; watch the swirling clouds and we're mesmerized; the stars they totally tantalize; and our dreams we lovingly fantasize...

Don't wait to act to protect a small child from harm; don't wait to visit the neighbor across the lawn; don't wait to say "i'm sorry"; build up the courage to meet some one "half-way"; go out of your way to "make someone's day"; learn to become color-blind; open the shades at half-past nine; clear the clutter from your mind; learn an act of simple kind.

                                                        for we all belong to one mankind