In Atlantis,
we were not star-gazers—
we were time engineers.
The constellations were gates,
breathing frequencies
into the bones of man.
The stars are not above us,
I whispered to my students,
they are the memories within us.
To us,
the zodiac was not prediction,
but remembrance—
a wheel of origins
spinning in our veins.
Our Lemurian brothers
did not chart the heavens—
they felt them,
as sacred tones in the waters,
as songs trembling
in the heart’s tide.
We, the Atlanteans,
cut the skies with mind,
sharpened by precision,
hungry to master
what should only be served.
Aries—fire of the first incarnation.
Scorpio—the keeper of endings,
death and return.
Virgo—the servant
of divine design.
Aquarius—blueprint
of the cosmic mind.
But knowledge turned sword.
The wheel we built for healing
was stolen by the elites,
its power bent,
its harmony undone.
And so Atlantis fell,
and Lemuria drowned,
and the zodiac we once lived by
was scattered—
like broken stars
across the sea of forgetting.
Seems so surreal...billions of beings
held in place by invisible forces
atop a giant spinning orb
dependent on the charity of
mother bird's star warmth.
It's a golden time for earth and mankind
conceiving and evolving
creating and mastering fantastic things
like flying machines and curing disease
searching for the key to the speed of light
planet hopping just on the horizon
unwinding the helix-dreaming in spacetime.
Ego, like algae bloom, enters the gilded room
disturbing the divine and pure nature of things
warring and serial raping...rinse and repeat.
Mankind so volatile so violent so unkind
Careening toward another mass extinction.
The beginning and ending deeply set in scripture
trimmed and encrypted whittled down to imperfection.
With an ungodly amount of editing in between.
No wonder mankind seems detached and indifferent.
Mother bird star warmth will remain
long after the golden tide of mankind subsides.
She'll pulse her warmth to the next icy orb...
hopeful that grace will finally overcome ego.
Will you join your voice as one with our voices
Every nation is crying out for a new direction
Across every language speaking in unison
Race against the destruction before its late
Every moment, it is becoming more precious
Together with our voices together, they'll hear
How we're are tired of the government' choice
Eradicating our hope for future generations
Violence has no pleace if we choose peace
One voice doesn't mean we have one order
Individually, we can all share a united dream
Cost to us all is we leave behind land of hope
Earth needs our help and all our protections
ADAM LEGACY 4
A planet that was full of bountiful resources
Destroyed by the ones chosen to care for it
A darkness decended upon it named greed
Man didn't realise that he hunger for poison
Layer by layer, he scraped by what was healthy
Even the food that was found very unhealthy
Gold and all kinds of precious weren't edible
After this hunger for wealth became mans
Consuming passions forgetting his legacy
Yet do we have the hunger to undo the greed
Just how could no one, not understand this
Why is the world so full of uncaring greeds
Will we ever realise the earth more than this
It can always provide everyone's own needs
What we leave behind tomorrow is our choice
Sharing the earth bounty should be the choice
Was there ever a reason to steal this land
There's too much that no one needs to own
To take everything, then leave a barren land
Leaving behind a place where's nothing grown
It's time to stop this sense of needless greed
Nothing, worse wasting more than you need
Heal the world 3
Let's leave our future generations
Our greatest ever gifts, give hope
Valued since the beginning of time
Earth for it provides our every need
Time is running out of our calamity
How could it go disastrously wrong
Extracting poison from deep within
Even as we begin to, it grasp reality
About how we're doing the damage
Remember, we can still begin repair
Today, we can begin that journey now
Healing the earth is leaving our hope
Heal the world 2
Together, We must try to heal this world
We can't just give up without even trying
We are the ones destroying this our world
When it's gone, there's no use in crying
earth has a deep yearning hunger to feed
Before it can once again meet our needs
What's there when it's our future? We borrow
All because we couldn't control our greeds
All because we wanted a brighter tomorrow
We took from the earth what's it truly needs
What will we leave for others to understand
As they meander through this desolate land
Do we care to stop this world ever from dying
Must act now for repairs to have any impacts
If we truly love ourselves, stop others dying
We're now running out of sufficient time to act
Let give back to the world what's it truly need
As it will give back to us exactly what we need
Lately my mantenna are twitching more than usual folks
the prophecies are surely uncloaking
time to batten down the hatches
the second flood is lapping on the doorstep
clutch your loved ones to your chest
Its nearly midnight, the world is on full tilt
nuclear pinballs ricochetting off
bent flippers of black hearted madmen
They will not lead into battle
they'll just push a button to begin the cleanse
They want to speed up the blender of Armageddon
In the meantime, enjoy the day
have a lick of your favorite ice cream
watch the fireworks display
God bless, most of us anyway.
**A Bird in the Hand**
From my childhood, I cherish the sweet memory of holding a sparrow in my hands. Its heart raced wildly, igniting my curiosity. Gazing into its small, beady eyes, I couldn't help but smile as it chirped and whined, pleading for freedom.
Yet, in its desperation, it bit down on my thumb, yearning to escape and explore the world. The realization struck me hard.
“Yay! You better let that bird go before it pecks your nose,” warned Nana.
That day marked a turning point; I gently released the little bird, whispering, “Up, up, and away, dear friend. I truly apologize.”
In that moment, I learned the importance of compassion and letting go.
You can escape reality just for a little while
Leaving your problems for a moment to smile
You lose yourself watching in many hours of bliss
Feeling the movie so much that you can feel that kiss
Scenes of situations that you've known to have
Having tears in your eyes and still manage to laugh
Movies are another world and you choose the city
Different genres to pick because there's so many
Your favorite actors becomes your best friend
While watching movies you mentally play pretend
I'm a movie junkie and I believe this is why
I'm in a world of my own even if it's a lie.
Before the emergence
of consciousness
we were
a reflection of God
Afterward
unable to perceive identity
through internal reflection
God became a reflection
of US
Consciousness
splitting the mirror
2 hemispheres
Asking
WHO ARE YOU
But
No mirror
Can
Reflect
Itself
so in that fracture
Identity
Becomes
Alien
External
Something
OTHER
yet even in our exile our human
identity
remains
a single facet
of earth
a lens
through which
the planet
becomes
Aware Of
Itself
Thru
Language
Breath
Form
and in the question
that
echoes
from her
still
WHO ARE YOU
There is music in the silence, in the rest of unheard notes. That is where I hold my breath. Where the universe spins out its code for me to read. I watch as the unfallen sky reveals her mystery. Language unfolds in choreography, dancing between each blink of intention.
But I have questions
If time is not real, then what are we?
Poison and the cure, she screams at crashing volumes. No one sees.
I lay in the soporific sequel, turning over in the concavity of restlessness. Trials of the past collide with warm static forming variations of need. They are all tied to strings. She strums them with shades of night. The unfallen sky weeps. No one is listening.
Stress cannibalizes stones hungry for frailty but each is weighted in expectation. High caloric bites of the unknown. Bitter tones of perceived reality. The answer is in everything we devour. In the stillness of cognition yet all we do is eat.
The mother feeds
The mother weeps
Begging for her witness
As they all sleep soundly in her suffering
I was lost in a place where there was no peace.
Though my heart was swallowed by the universe.
Birds sang a melody through the sky.
The forest was nourished by all of kinds.
The spirit of mother nature conquer, the wild.
"Nature, Nature"
The poetry of nature has fallen.
The spirit is conquering around the wildness.
Hope,time has no use.
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atop lake of life...
Hail needles the skin.
Wind cracks the spine.
The mountain holds,
breath seizes on the tongue.
Snow knives the summits.
Cracked hands fumble dry stone,
paper-thin air slices,
bald eagles tilt in the blast.
Alpine skiers parched,
no more Earth Day banners.
Cherry Creek scrapes its bed.
Feces in the bedpan,
chapped gloss smeared,
cocoa hair salted and smoked.
The Zephyr rattles east,
carrying the mountains backward—
Grand Central dissolves
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