Only light can penetrate the
that resides in the default state
I descend from beta to delta
binaural beats; instantly caught
between frequencies beyond
I absorb amplitudes of acoustic
and I learn to just be earth
Since I am the earth
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its
I've owned the power of
I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a
Created in the image of a
and a feeling from the
I tune in to this vibration from
pulse that manipulates
Immersed between 4 and 7
brainwaves halt to a conscious
All chakras are aligned shining
and now my consciousness
begins to reap!
and light begins to penetrate
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there
is now flooded with sound
that force brainwaves to submit
of omnipresent sound that
and always will be connected to
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially
physical time and space
I long to embrace the intensity
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds
that resonate from the inner
and continue to connect
through the binaural beats that
remind me of before
Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel
while reaping an abundance of
benefits and rewards
It's already yours
Just reach out and grab it
as long as intention and ego is
the universe will correspond
it will deliver a life to you divine
Just listen to the sounds that
were there from before
They will guide to to the
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect
directly with the source
Don’t worry now child
There's no god, so worship space
You are not alone.
The warm light calls me
And all the people who cries for thee
I raise my hand in this abyss
Only to make one wish
To float among the others
With all my sisters and brothers
I call out for forgiveness with passion
I take their pain into myself for this occasion
The moment that I see the sky
I will not look back and cry
My body is laying still
People standing by it with a chill
The air gets dense with sadness
I would not think of it less
Some people look up and down
To see the light hit the ground
Some can vision the uplifting feeling they see
One soul that has been and always be
It is special to notice such aberration
And that might be how souls are awaken
She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror
Powers of heaven
Shaken. Gates brought down
Deify. Defy urbanely
Sub sonic sounds
Domestic mirage of liberty
Homeland invasion - Counter-intelligence
Conducted on our own nation
Claiming they must
In defense of supposed
Islamic threats - Chinese Debts
War is waged
In name of worship
Distractions we serve
Poison - Inflict
Printing our cage
Turning the page of peraphecy
Set the stage
For our hostile reality
To seize control
Take violent action
The end-times arrive
By our sons of Belial
focus the iniquitous
Divine in malice
Expostulate vile villains
No wealth of moral
Only moral is wealth
Engage the knave
Treat the sick
Combating against spiritual health
Can't run from sin
Cannot run from yourself
Accelerates the end.
This blood will rinse
Just as he is, one of the saints
On high with the lord on whom he waits
He was known as the disciple that Jesus loved
No one denies him the prophetic vision he once had
Penned 23August 2013
Contest: Four-Letter Word
Android Embedded Chrystal Blue
In the corner of the galaxy dead in front of night
Just left of the quasars charted long ago
A logic being called 732 thought out and calculated
Waited for the proper landing on the proper planet site
A cold green world with three moons came into view
A giant star off to the right was ready to go nova
He had to set up for the show
The probe shuttled down with perfect coordination
To the surface of the barren world
Instruments and Android 732 were on board the tiny craft
The robot is the next generation of thinking machines
Artificial intelligence of the highest level
Equipped with weapons, scientific tools, and knowledge
Liquid computers housed within its metallic head
Designed to analyze and measure everything there is
The Android is authorized to do anything it pleases
Given freedom and vast latitude to explore
Religious leaders blessed it and confirmed it
To be free in every meaning of the word
They authorized it to have a soul and save the universe from Satan
To roam and catalogue spiritual and scientific entities
Down to the micro mystical cosmic core of molecules and atoms
To advance the human and android condition without limit
It explores new planets and space anomalies by choice
Returns data to the home world through a beam of light
Android 732 crashed into the cold green planet while distracted
Focused on a giant star off to the right that just exploded
In a spectacular display of colors of reds, yellows and whites
It became enamored as it entered the green icy planet
Impacted a crystal glacier at the designated site
Became embedded in it
Froze there on the spot, anointed by blue ice
Enshrined for all eternity
An android crystal blue forever
If my calculations are correct as estimated
I don't want your fantasy
or religious sycophantcy
and specially not your
give me science, not belief
a computer, not the bible,
black holes and deep human
love for my wife and my kids
and my friends
a beautiful sky and a beach to
walk on, a tale, a poem,
a mind that is open
You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart beats out of your chest
Ready to consume the final climax
I know who you are - when the lyrics fail to resemble
Letting your poison drip straight from your lips
Portraying, entertaining the image of sex's delusion
You know only rape - manifestation of hate
Lack of the fruit of the beauty of a human mind
Depths you'll never penetrate!
She was only a doll - type of a lost father's adore
Impaled into a desperate whore
Shamefully out of broken safety's choice
She bore embryogenesis of morose
May your rusty blades caress as they please
So confront the masses with the halt of embryogenesis
Let the worship of machines be
Leg them construct us cell to cell
Nature's just in the way
Of our race of perfectly engineered machines!
The burden of conception
Surrenders to the will of
The New God
I think I was an astronaut
Aimed for the stars.
They fill me up;
They refuel my tank.
They enable me to believe,
Telling me to never give up
As they follow me all of my days.
If only we could see the beauty
That they truly are.
They shout out dreams
That we can reach so far.
Climb into the rocket
On a journey to discover ourselves,
We are taught so much more,
Learning our goals are only a plan away.
Even thought we must return,
I know that I will be back.
I am an astronaut,
And we always reach for the stars.
A Scientifically Religious Experience
While I sit in church my mind begins to wonder
It passes by the alter through the walls
Then reaches at great speed to cosmic places
Not yet charted on the map of time
Accelerated ten times faster than a light
My thoughts go out there where they belong
I cannot afford to buy or operate a space craft at this time
My mind will have to do
Three layers cover the oval silver ship
The outer one deflects particles and radiation
It breaks down, collapses, after penetrating
The first five universes along the way
The second shield consists of electron and antimatter elements
To neutralize the effects of mounting speeds as I proceed
Through stars, quasars, and colors multi-matter
The last layer of protection on my simple ship
Is made of elemental particles that holds it all together
Keeps us from shrinking into the void
Into the past to find real history
As speeds just keep increasing
It is no mystery
I have to get back to my original position
Finding it might be a task
Will I still be there in church when I return
Or will it be the past?
As i read the last chapters of Isaih
in the hours middle of the night
i encountered them missing verses
they tell the story of Isaihs wife
tell of Isaih's journey to heaven
and his fight with pollynesians
a race of females who enslave
by use of technology and magic
they had taken over the gadgets
Solomonic devices used for communication
Isaih managed to defeat the pollynessians
and destroyed all the solomonic gadgets
Isaih gave up his spirit and was taken
to heaven because heaven will need his
help again in the future
the future when the solomonic devices rise
and the pollynessians try to gain dominion
once again through the technology
they hyponotise the user of the gadgets
the user becomes a worshiper of pleasure
and material wealth worshiper
that night am sure i read the missing chapters
the story is still very clearly in my mind
next day i searched for the chapters
to no avail and i wasn't sure any more
whether i had dreamt up
the whole thing
It started with the plans.
Doodle turned into drawing.
Drawing to inspiration, to shopping list.
I bought the parts, I cut the boards.
Wires woven overhead.
A hum, a glow, the scent of laquer.
My sauna, my booth, my kiosk, my portal.
I rest on the bench and contemplate.
I rest on the bench and breathe.
My moist brow slowly drying.
Will it work? I dared to ask.
Cotton balls and soil layered,
quartz crystal and copper plate.
I click into this retro keyboard
a terminal command:
>sudo delta_t -r9y
Error: time vortex aborted
Did you forget to pray?
Give thanks and try again.
Father, thank You for my children,
for their good health and the
joy of being their dad.
Up arrow, enter
(repeating the command)
>sudo delta_t -r9y
Are you sure (y/N)?
Whine, buzz, the rush of air...
Error: time vortex aborted
Limbic phase incongruent.
Shed 180 pounds and try again.
So now it needs a brass nameplate, a label appropo.
Engraved and polished, mounted.
Fastened to the door.
Above the window sashed,
the meaning of the work.
This triumph of technology.
This time machine is only
for users who have no need
to change the past or rush the future.
And it works perfectly.