Bj Fard Poet Free verse

Newage Thoughtstream

A pebble makes ripples
A ripple makes waves
A wave overtakes you
And ushers in a new age
And a thoughstream 
Of my creation
Creeps onto the page

Is the end beginning 
Or the beginning just arriving
Am I dead to the world now
Just merely surviving 
On the event horizon
The prophecy unfolds
Mysticism of the Gnostics
Never grows too old
To relate to today
As the age is now turning
In the blaze unconsuming
The big bush still burning

Dragon God Quetzalcoatl
Your feathers of gold
Spread your scaly wings now
As the ways of the old
Are surfacing once again
As the Mayans are arriving
On a spaceship of lightning

The so called Satan
Is every ounce of wisdom
The oligarchs hide wisely
Only the open
Can restore hope
The fate of our future
Dangles from the rope
Of a brach on the 
Tree of life

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Poet Destroyer A June 4, 2012 at 5:32 PM Hello,B.J. i really do think you write some really good poems have a great day Today I'm reading poems from my aunt PD's account, hope you don't mind. Sincerely pd's niece SYLVIA }i{