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And yet that is what,
They would have us believe
- it's coincidence only..
'Nothing to see'
A coincidence fatale,
Would you possibly
believe,
But our senses, hearts and minds,
aren't so smothered nor subdued
- that we cannot perceive,
Total control of the food
China their blueprint,
the tool and the example
Recall Naval Blockade
for Opium Brown,
Unearthing vast resources,
Technocratic minerals
so precious
are taken out and shipped
by East India Crown,
For the rest of the planet
to taste but not sample,
The Dark Continent to bathe only - in blood to drown
And yet that is what,
They would have us believe
- it's coincidence only..
'Nothing to see'
Bolshevik Banksters South Africa,
Cecil Rhodes' Round Table
- of Gold
Totalitarianism through
crippling debt to unfold
Manipulating countries World Bank, IMF
Creative funding - NGOs Lobbying 'necessary' Debt
plus coercion extortion,
Inner Circle Deception
Zimbabwe, Mugabe a pawn
to despair
Pen to paper, international, immoral signature they dare,
to wit:
Libya's 'Colonel' Gaddafi
put in place to commit,
independently solvent, perhaps
- realised too late
Any dissenters are jailed
or sanctioned to death
Aside from this, there is now hope
The Continent's cries
being heard at last..
by a majority common sense?
Other nations debate,
are now looking fast
for better, more ethical Laws that don't exactly depend on what they took,
It is after all an unpayable debt,
On the same old-Babylonian disastrous fate..
Though not yet, not yet
Astonishingly, Incredibly
though,
that's exactly what..
- They would have us believe
There's plenty to see,
if we care enough - to look.
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
May 28th 2021
During covid 19 lockdown
ThePoetTree
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Caustic memories dissolve on my tongue
Lingering tastes of battery acid and nicotine
Cause me to choke on putrid saliva.
Staring at melting walls, clocks tick in unison.
Distorted birdsong hums outside of jagged windows
Under the warped sun, an unrepentant landscape blurs.
Freshly budding peonies liquefy;
Veils thin, evaporating the delusion of reality.
Why must I mould to the edges at your bidding,
Contort to the point of my own dysfunction?
For such fleeting worship, this devastation lingers -
Devours and disconnects my inner workings.
I lie highlighted in shadow, a beacon of quiet distress;
A dislodged scapula desperate to be labelled angelic.
Grounded, wingless, and forever out of time -
Wearing the last face you cared for as a comforter.
Neon venom warming twisted arteries,
Sinister patches stitched upon a breaking back.
A narcissist's crown digging into my head
Like rusted nails plunged into worm-infested wood—
Permanent disconnection, frayed cerebral cortex.
Blurred vision obscures insidious figures hiding in hushed corners,
Whispering in Babylonian tongue. Hallucinatory illusions haunt
What was a once-pristine sanctuary,
Now morphing into a surrealistic asylum.
Revelation exists above shadow in temporal machination,
I'm consciousness not yet swept up with sand;
Closed eyes cleanse my corneas - I rest in a balm of clarity.
Your power superficial, a cankerous cataract peeled clean off.
It is you who is bereft, washed up with the shell you created.
All the walls of your empty room fallen flat,
As I unfurl in the mirror beyond the shoreline,
I realise - it was never me you couldn't stomach.
The first time ever I fell in love
It was with a people
The people were my people
Living in a country that was my home
I'd never known who I was
Why I was, where I was from
I thought I was a head with a body
I never knew I had a soul
That day, the plane was about to land
When this people, this incedible people
Burst out in song -- 'Hatikvah,' The Hope!
The Hope of my people for 2,000 years
Jerusalem, the Temple, the Weeping Wall
Yes, a wall that weeps for her people
A people that weeps for her Holy Wall
Remnant of past glory, beacon of our future
The first time ever I fell in Love
It was with a People
My Jewish People, One Nation, One Heart
Living in a Holy Land from the very start
____________________________________
Note: Employing poetic license, I have called
Jerusalem's 'Wailing Wall' the 'Weeping Wall.'
It is an actual remnant of the Holy Temple
first rebuilt by King Solomon and then rebuilt
upon Israel's return from the Babylonian exile
about 2,500 years ago.
LYRICAL MAN --a DEDICATED VERSE TO LYRIC MAN
Lyrical writer;
Writing those truths that must be told;
Lyrically speaking those words of God;
Never doubting aggressively bold
I find it odd;
That you stand amidst the band;
Writing those passages performed through out the land;
And the drums play
And the guitar rifts
As the musicians play "Amazing Grace"
As the people shout those words that you've made, another hit;
Lyrical writer;
You go on preforming;
Never realizing you've help others;
Your a vessel chosen
Whose tongue is not frozen
Create those words people long to hear;
Writing passages performed heard throughout the land;
And the drums play
And the guitar rifts
As the musicians play "Amazing Grace"
As the people shout those words that you've made, another hit;
You make it clear, you have no fear of rejection;
Words ring forth like a Babylonian detention
Lyrical writer whom are you writing for;
For who do you adore;
You say, you speak sing words of praise and peace
You're the who "am" the poet supreme Lyrical man
A vessel of every blessing of all who reads your words
Lyric man
07/29/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
LYRICAL MAN --a DEDICATED VERSE TO LYRIC MAN
I carved a circle on the ground to search for a new path to go home, I carved a circle on the ground to find where destiny is bound. I stand on the circle time and it keeps taking me around and around, there is no end to this puzzle because the circle is unbroken.
You cannot pull a 360-degree circle apart because there is no point where it starts; you cannot pull a 360-degree circle apart when the Persian calendar and the Babylonian calendar use sexagesimal number.
This circle is a binding force that keeps pounding at you, you go to the grocery store and the shopkeeper keeps asking for more. You go to the concert hall and you have to put up with a terrible brawl, and then the agitated guest keeps stepping on your shoe, pacing backward and forth without a single clue.
The circle is everywhere but you have nothing to fear; the circle is everywhere and if you go to the top of the street and take the right angle it will lead you back to the left angle.
It is the radius that keeps us together and the arc that connects and mystifies our mind and a visual subdivision that connects us to the land.
The Babylonians made a gift out of it and the Americas find it hard to accept it, the British and the Germans are catching on but the Russians and the Chinese are still wandering, moving around in a 360 degree circle
The equilateral triangle is in there too watching and talking about me and you .The Babylonians have everything on you from crock-pot to a table mat and from a bicycle to a tricycle. You have to examine your circle for every piece of evidence that you can find will clear my name from the grape vine.
The circle is big and it can see you from the hill it is moving in different direction and mapping the minute particle on the land.
Your country is a dot on the map and the circle is all that you have got’, sometime the circle goes on a long ride and the decimal point is all you can find. The subset is made of two overlapping circles. and right in the middle is where they place the bet. But the design on the library floor will take you through the final door, follow the circle.
On a cold night when the starlight
whispered into the ears of the alluring
hanging oranges looking for the
pulsating pores of purple passion
in the light and dark of moonlight
In that biting cold all of a sudden
the moment you grabbed my flowers
An explosion, a saffron explosion
took place at the top of the tree
busy with the silvery whispers
The boats started swaying in lakes
In the light and dark of moonlight
Sometimes you have to take tea
Sometimes you have to offer it
My cup tonight is brimming
I called you to share a little
To float with the blue waves of
shared ripened grapes
of swollen sorrows and velvet drops
of joy, come, the moon will not wait
My bare feet in the cold
Did look for stockings
It came almost on the platter
In the forest tent
I stretched out my hands
Hungry clouds clasped them
The heels of the hands on the
small Indian drums called tabla
The fingers talking with the strokes
Flutes in disquiet crescendo
Pieces of the midnight into veins
The audience comprising stars
from the sky and waves from the seas
The boats now floated on hills
When I woke up in the morning
A Babylonian sparrow greeted
me, and asked
How was your midnight song
The flower was still asleep
Book of Relevation, cryptically asserts 666 " the number of a man "
Two thirds into the apocalyptic vision his appearance has began
This dark magical number appears in so many ways
All the numbers on a roulette wheel = 666, lets play
In the Pennsylvania 1980, lottery scandal
Equipment was tampered, three sixes the winning handle
Even computers have had this number to worry
Macintosh's Seven-Dust virus, in 666 bury
In a book called the Bible, Adonikam's descendants amounted
To Jerusalem and Judah, from Babylonian exile - 666 were counted
The Aryan tattoos of their Brotherhood
Six sixty six, a number understood
Is this just a number or is it coincidence
That it surrounds us, in our very existence
Are we to be afraid of this number in any way
hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia, seems this number has many says
Babylonia : Part Four - A Babylonian Paradise
Come in, come in, all are welcome!
Welcome to Babylonia! Welcome home.
Every animal is welcome here,
You can be yourself;
You have no need to fear.
Babylonia has always and shall always be here.
The place for all animals, when they wish to retire.
Tired of the rat race? Need something better?
Then Babylonia is for you friend, there is no place I’d rather
Spend the rest of eternity in;
I’d like to introduce you all to my wife and kids.
I am Groat, the goat and we have very lush grass.
Feel free to help yourself, to whatever you come across.
The world is your oyster; your greed is your clam.
This is paradise and you are all welcome.
Jungle to your left, ocean to your right;
Mountains beyond the valleys behind me.
Open your eyes to your new paradise!
Over a million trees and every day you will meet a new species.
It isn’t kill or be killed,
But I understand some of you have a need.
So hunt your prey,
Or raise a family.
Live your lives,
However you want them to be.
You can see through the water on a sunny day; I love the smell
And forget the pollution…This is Heaven, not Hell.
Whatever you wish for is yours if you can find it my friends;
But this Heaven is so large you shall never reach the end.
Eternal life here in paradise;
Generations of families sit together to talk at night.
Let us all be one great family,
Or let us all at least do as we please…
Then we shall be free.
The fruits of Eden’s vine are nothing compared to our fruit.
The juiciest, tastiest, manna sent from Heaven.
You are now all free to do whatever you choose.
I am simply here to welcome you all in…
My Friends;
The Animals.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
This aspect is succinctly told by, W.Somerset Maugham from an Arab tale:
The speaker is Death:
There was a merchant in Baghdad who sent his servant to market to buy provisions and in a little while the servant came back, white and trembling, and said, "Master, just now when I was in the market-place I was jostled by a woman in the crowd and when I turned I saw Death had jostled me. She looked at me and made a threatening gesture; now, lend me your horse, and I will ride away from this city and avoid my fate. I will go to Samarra and there Death will not find me". The merchant lent him his horse, and the servant mounted it, and he dug his spurs in its flanks and as fast as the horse could gallop he went. Then the merchant went down to the market-place and he saw me standing in the crowd and he came to me and said, "Why did you make a threatening gesture to my servant when you saw him this morning?" "That was not a threatening gesture," I said, "It was only a state of surprise. I was astonished to see him in Baghdad, for I had an appointment with him tonight in Samarra".
(A far older version forms part of the Babylonian Talmud)
The canny hitman wears many faces
His smiling face he calls democracy
Were you to hear him chanting..
You would be forgiven to believe
Freedoms.. rights, democracy..
He utters and funds yet.. SEE
Do you SEE your fallen statesman
Your struggling economy..
Your puppet H.E The president
The Hitman leeching the economy dry
Where will we sell our wares is SHE falls
SHE buys gold, silver linen, and all niceties
Where will we sell our wares ooh hunter
If the hitman becomes the hunted..
If shes smoldering in ashes will they
All weep.. you clothed yourself in finery
Said I am a QUEEN I will weep not...
You held sway ruled with an iron grip
Those stars I see on your turban...
It's rumored you plucked from the skies
Trampled like a rag.. and on your back..
How you love to SOAR.. what kind of being
What kind of BEAST of prey are you.. but
Will we weep when your judgment knocks
With your sin-cup full should we then proclaim
Come out of her my people lest you share..
In her FIERY torment when HER Judgement is read
Did someone say you now lookS like a SHARK...
Did you rise from the waters or do you sit on...
The prophesied, Waters, peoples races nations
The economic hitman offers a friendly handshake
In her labs, she is breeding virulent virus..
Extermination of others is her business parcel
Yet the ignorant mesmerized ignoramus
Claim they rule.. they are all bound in chains
The system, the system, chants the Rasta...
Babylonian systems chant down.. Rasta chants
Mary Jane Joint now lights
Where did we go so wrong
Passing Janja weed Ronny..
I will call you my servant SILA see..
Calling a bird of prey from the east
Zerubbabel YOU will rebuild my temple
Zerubbabel YOU will accomplish..
The divine purpose bestowed in YOU
#Bubble in time
Luis 2020 Feb 28.