Likeness And Form

 

they
worship themselves for they hate creation
they
cannot buy or own the real wealth
that from before our time
was gifted to all for free
love consummated consciousness 
gifting everlasting meaning and truth and beauty
all that poison they could not let be
what we cannot create let us own and twist and destroy
and destroy and twist
and appropriate without mercy..

so they covet their dark mythologies as with stones and paper
and soon the cbdc
all to accumulate ever more barren wasteland treasure
and even as their tightening fists atrophy and lose circulation
they may not have noticed their own clotting systems
and what a supreme irony for these draining and damning magicians
these violators 
these inverters of meaning and creation..

they
laugh hollowly and mockingly at the success of their rolling deceptions
all those machinations weaved
all their sacrificial deluded medalled minions dangling
all their oh-so-clever thefts and poisonings and false histories
all their monetised bread and circus distractions and campaigns
all the fear
all the terror and trauma
all the stultification
all the theft
all the division
all the misdirection 
all the misery..

yet perhaps they weep
they only bow before themselves so perhaps they weep
ruling only for thousands of years
is a figment within a speck 
their bloodlines will vanish
be vanquished with extreme prejudice in less than one blink..

but will all the suffering inflicted be revealed
acknowledged and released
how can the dead be healed
what kind of justice will be done
what kind of justice has been done
why so often does justice remain to be seen..

the pendulum must swing
the witness transmits and receives
the flow stores and records
and if the cosmos is conscious greater consciousness knows
perhaps down here in this dense realm
the deeper truths remain crushed
was it ever different..

so though in every-which-way
they hold for us the deepest unfathomable hate
much of which must be self-projection
looking out and over all their spoils
sabering their champagne
what do they see and say to themselves
i for one am thankful i am not them
for though i have achieved little i can have restful sleep
and that is its own precious gift..

it seems we have not reached our aims quite yet
so let us roll out the next project..
for some reason we have not quite had our fill 
our appetites not quite yet quenched
we need to work out what is missing
it is not within ourselves..

the real elite perhaps too lost to weep
rage against mysterious flitting messengers hatcheting their dreams
all their slaves that have given them everything
everything except salved souls 
souls and minds so utterly deformed utterly degenerated
with perversions so base you would not believe it..

so demolished and corrupted and blinded
is there still time for them
do they ever dare gaze into their own devolved monster eyes
do they ever raise their sight upward beyond their reigning
do they ever glimpse so much as a flash of fleeting pure golden-silver light
do they ever say perhaps there is another way
                          perhaps there is still time..

what else must we take
despite our predation
there is still far too much love and empathy out there
despite all we have taken and all we have done
there is still so much love and empathy
and mercy
out there
what have we got wrong..

we have not quite eviscerated the infernal rebelling creation
how do these unswerving rebel-lines generationally remain so strong
to what mysterious invisible power do they believe they belong
and how on earth in their eyes does this power manifest..

Who Will Blow Up The Interweb?

 

klaus schwab and the cia/nato have helpfully warned us
that they russia may soon blow up the interweb
like they russia blew up nord stream
american politicians were given satellite phones last week
just another coincidence
or just another ruse or misdirection
we will soon find out..

so are we being gaslit to look over here
as the real action takes place over there..or there
either way notice how they love promoting fear..

in 3 - 2 -1
will you really be deprived of tik tok puppy videos
will you be deprived of tinder
will your great leaders demand more war against cia/nato russia
will starlink and the great reset then conveniently come to our rescue
do you see a pattern..

stay tuned
or not
as the case may be
feel free to print my poems..

please note
you do not need the interweb to meditate or read books
or walk in the sunshine
or do other fun free things
see this as an opportunity
oh and have a little cash handy
just in case this deadly nonsense becomes real..

You Of This Dreamt Realm

 

though this dreamt earth seems a dark realm
our sun is its lens
camouflaged spaceships might mimic scintillating stars
so what of disclosure from our controllers..

but you are so much more than this
the fractal ocean projecting spirit
though you awe the array of luminaries
you are awareness..

prison planet or tough-love bootcamp test
quarantined time-out
divine gift/ recycled cruel punishment
or something else..

neither water carriers of our sun
nor planters of our so-called moon
have ever pledged allegiance to any earthly government..

gaze inward to outwardly connect
discover the higher aspects of yourself
do not hanker for paltry unredacted documents..

release yourself and reveal
your lit upon light pouring pure
you of this dreamt realm a truth truly real
so open your treasure and glisten...

As My Fact-Checked Marbled Eyes Marvel At The Jade Sky And The Sapphire Sun

 
no
    i see no invisble chains
ensconced in my teevee chair 
benign is the absorbing glare i remain gorging on like a honey bear
i see no reason to look behind or around me
   enwrapped i blink in synchrony..

i am so self-aware as my mind phases and locks
with the baptising-ing-ing-ing-ing scrying neon black
mirror
         the sky throbs green as the sun blazes blue
               the bbc fact-checks keep me sure-footed
               in tune
         emblazoned i zing gently subdued
reflecting on the absolute truth
though
        with concern i ask
                 how about you..

my blood vessels thicken
squeezing the fizzing clotting sangria
time then for some more safe and effective treatment 
     i am a believer
for long ago i vanished into this screen
i love zelenski and his azov battalion goodnazis
   now
      how about you..

i love his azov battalion goodnazis
and so mesmerised by high street bookshop displays
and mainstream documentaries
i dutifully support all causes promoted by one-eyed celebrities
they know almost everything there is to know
     but more importantly they really care..

and i believe plane wings can melt like margarine through buildings
       with wings in tact like tomahawk missiles through steel and concrete 
           for i believe in magical physics and not alternative facts
i gain strength from good migraines
   i trust fake science..

i have no need for my stuttering spirit
there is no stripe for it
   safely fragmented
        i need never again self-identify with my spirit or my soul
or even my mind
             all metaphysical superstition all mumbo jumbo
and now it is time again for another safe and effective treatment
and no
         why should i care as to why big pharma has been indemnified
              i am a regular fries kind of guy..

my mainstream friends are my friends
i comprehend i comprehend..
materiality is all that should thrive
      and
            as i have already implied
                    the spirit and soul is not real
                    and should not be recognised 
                        neither are celebrated as identified life
my mind still does its thing once in a while..

and no
as i never do or think anything wrong
i need not hanker for pre-emptive privacy
human beings cause climate change
so some will need to be eliminated
well that is what it means to be informed
      oh do you see 
            no
               oh i see..

oh look is that the time
            time for some more safe and effective treatment again
yes i feel fine yes i feel fine
no
     i have no care for why pharma restaurateurs have been indemnified
         you have asked me that once already
              why not ask them if you are so exercised..

bad for growing organic food though it may be
for democracy let us drop some more depleted uranium
     cancer for freedom
         our government should use this for it is a pithy slogan
we must not anthropomorphise our enemies..

no
    we must not anthropomorphise our enemies
      that is both sentimental and dangerous 
      to crack an egg
         is to spit and roast a living thing
over there living things are only things
          and there are far too many of them
                  over there i mean..
.
as the strobed blinking rays lubricate
the wash bathes over me like draping warm static nylon
and i again gaze out the window
the sky throbs deeper green as the sun blazes deeper blue
another mainstream fact-check cues me
i listen i digest i assimilate
so certain about everything
that is why i am not an idiot
i comprehend i comprehend..
so
   i am compelled to ask again 
       how about you..

i gyrate and pulsate to the given rage
i am gently and tenderly compartmentalised and rearranged
i feel cleansed and caramelised with suitable loves and hates
i repeat debating points verbatim 
though not before i expend deep
               exhaustive focused critical thought
                            for entire zen seconds..

and even when they flip over preceding narratives now reposed
i remain disposed never caught on the ropes
never chastened
that is why i am not an idiot
i comprehend i comprehend..
notch me tender 
oh look
   now time again for the safe and effective treatment..
     how about you
no..
     ....i worry about you..

i wonder
    and i worry about what you think you see when you gaze out the window
do you see the turquoise sky neath the azure sun
      the perfect oblong clouds
           the scampering swans
my eyes have been mainstream fact-checked
my perceptions therefore cannot be wrong
     what about yours..

do you feel energised by the electromagnetic frequencies
blessing our towns and our cities
attracting and interacting smartly with our electrical being
do you sense your dormant pathways opening
    the tingling oh the tingling
do you also feel so precious and protected
perhaps you are not at my level yet
so plug yourself into the networks and you will get there
you will realise it is all for the best..

the jade sky the sapphire sun
i feel so at one marvelling with it all
though i see that you are too far gone..

you can keep your spirit and soul
     have fun..