Unreal is all existence manifest,
which therefore includes notion of our ego,
so let us give concepts we nurture a rest,
that as ownership of thought forms we let go,
acting no longer then at our mind’s behest,
shifting into the vast void, we gently flow.
Ego exhumed, as awareness self-aware,
transcending space and time, with God’s mind we pair.
If you could have been
part of the population
in Hiroshima and Nagasaki
at ground zero
you would have seen
total annihilation
when the bombs were dropped
(Little Boy and Fat Man)
and if it weren't enough
you should become 'hibakusha'
victims of nuclear fallout radiation
the perpetrators censored the news
and only the survivors
were evidence all war must be stopped
learned too solid
i to your love
have left truth without
light to create salts
salts upon ice
inside of wood
to shave time
inside of her water
she gave way
and there is knowing away
forced to inward by confine
the deprived mind
coming back to save my line of turbulence
just as jest
beside a best
the past too slow
my graph of street
inside you tickle
pulling yore
me the yolk
he the weak ending
release of my blinded laws
passing a general in a seat
unclean and furrowed sow's
back to ireland
i leave you to die
Bare annihilation vanquished before
the wind breathed her in.
First impressions clear, lasting,
only to shred the contract she composed for one.
How? Questions that have many answers;
none of which carry relief to the seeker.
when will to live dies
awareness yet witnesses ~
illusions crumble
Sunken circles
Drawn faces,
Exhaustion and fever gleam
In the eyes of the badly wounded
"If they cannot stand,
They must be left behind"
None of us protest
As the situation is dire
"If fate is merciful,
They will freeze or bleed out before..."
Aircraft engines roar in distant sky..
"Before Bolsheviks arrive."
"A Soviet finds a litter half-dead defenseless men
They take the first opportunity"
To inflict upon a non combatant
The most barbaric torture and mutilation.
But we simply dispense a bullet
Suitable for a soviet burden.
Such is the war of total annihilation.
Encircled and cut off
Our forces attempt to break out at dawn,
With our final act of symbolic dissent.
We attempt to still survive.
To give credence to the losses and suffering
But apocalyptic ends await
This starving pack of desperate animals
"A" for Alpha, Aloha, Anaya, Annihilation
The letter "a" for me, the same as in Greece
Alpha! Education must discuss theory
As they do with Evolution. Avoid not, nor hurry
Without TAUGHT respect for Earth-lings, no E,
No peace, No Eireene, no shalom, no shanthi
"O" for Omega, Om, omnipotent, omnibenevolence
Omega is the Z of all things, Eschatology, Ends
We must share about death and dying
And Jesus spoke of His own as SOWING
AND GROWING, as in John 12: 24 though v.25
Is better known (saving your life may end it!);
Jesus humbly said: as a kernel of wheat
He, too, must die, to avoid being just a seed.
For many are His seed, billions (@nd outside the Milky Way)
May be other lives He created, may also save
So begin education with Alpha, end final grade in Omega
Drums of war are beating
With bated breath the world is waiting
As Russia threatens to annex Ukraine
And NATO bares its fangs at her to refrain
Down this road we have been before
It brought nothing but calamity to the fore
The world should head to the table of dialogue
And Ignore leaders with conceited monologue
COVID 19 pounded the world to economic paralysis
Amidst climate change crisis
Let the world rise and say no to aggression
To save the planet from total annihilation
reflecting the night light
conceit develops
until clouds veil moon
08-September-2021
6th decade I've lived
On enemy world
Rain
Realist?
Another damned day
Of night
The good were redeemed
The evil got theirs
Six decades of getting nowhere
Nowhere but dead.
Are you part of the program man
Or are you part of the thing that sets us free
6th decade I've lived
On enemy world
Rain
Realist?
Another damned day
Of night
The good were redeemed
The evil got theirs
Six decades of getting nowhere
Nowhere but dead.
Are you part of the program man
Or are you part of the thing that sets us free
In all the years of existence
I never could have imagined
I would be so flabbergasted
That just by a single action
We no longer are associated
Because of a tangible affidavit
Now has taken us back
To the beginning of our ages
Where we were divided
By the sins of just one forbidden tree
Has now determined
You and I can no longer be
A consonant in each other lives
Irreconcilable was repeatedly
Our final demise
Like Adam & Eve
We have been separated
By ancestry damnation
Our marriage has been
Completely annihilated
Annihilation nears,
Two minutes to the hour.
Is there any turning back,
With lunatics in power.
Where are all the peacemakers,
Surely we must try.
But who can stop the clock,
Before death rains from the sky.
Everyone is posturing
But no one wants to blink.
If no one bears the olive branch,
Humanity is extinct
Hatred feeds on hatred
Is this a one way track,
Two minutes to the hour,
Is there any turning back ?
Entry for The doomsday clock 2 minutes to midnight -
Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
7/2/18. Placed 7th.
A Train and a Plane Raced once.
Plane failed to Take Off on Tracks.
Train over-speeded, Went Off Tracks.
A Bird and a Fish Raced once.
One Flew, One Swam, towards the Horizon.
They never reached the Finish Line.
A Pencil and an Eraser Raced once.
They ran Hand in Hand,
But both Lost to Digitization.
Time and Light Raced once.
Light dissolved into Night,
While Time’s Molested by Einstein.
Searching the finite threads of mortality
for some meaning or pattern in the
Infinite’s dance of thoughtless neutrality~
Having climbed the fast inconscient realms
of supreme ignorance and having fallen
face down in the web of duality, he finally
suckles the sweet and pregnant nothingness
that is here when all else is gone~
I Am That I Am!
Every experience, a golden rung on
the ladder of ascension, each a blessing
above the lie of right and wrong~
The gutter births a king, a saint, a prophet
who’s heart knows all, who’s mind is empty,
who’s lips are sealed~
The great pretender glimpses the shadowy
outlines of his own sweet lie, but trembles not
in the face of fearful fancy~
For he knows beyond knowing that circles
are not circles unless complete, through
the gift of dark ignorance, degradation
utter humiliation and annihilation~
I Am That I AM~
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