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I have been trying to pen this poem from yesterday, but all forms of scenario stood in the way and my energy kept fading away. The lights went out and rats were dancing about, cockroach and lizards were crusading in the ceiling, and my heart was reeling. The forces are strong and I had to rely on the inner “one”. It doesn't have a name, but it has helped me to win the game.
You see I was cleaning up trash in the yard while the household was gallivanting abroad, and all of a sudden, the word hit me in the back. It came out of the blue and I write it down to share it with you. There is a tanker in the sea that is calling me to rescue thee. There is tanker in the sea that has some difficulties. The ship has been moving slow with hundreds of miles to go, the water has risen above its heights, and the seamen were panicking inside; there is a tanker that is stuck in the sea, and they are searching for their destiny.
The tides were high and the clouds were rolling in the sky, there was urgency in me to rescue the seamen from the turbulent sea, and so we move around in a circle and rock the ship four times and the tug boats moved around it and pull it out of the ditch.
There is a tanker in the sea that has a full delivery for thee, but the currents are strong, but it keeps tugging along. The wind is carrying it but the waves will anchor it. Nostradamus in his time knew that the world was divine and believed in the glory of the sky. He followed the star wherever they are and believe that the sun the star and the moon explain the mystery of life and affect the fate of people, country and culture, he traveled across the Mediterranean searching for his truth in his late, late youth.
His occupation as a physician helps him to see the world how it is told but his predictions always come reeling with accuracy from his soul. There is a tanker in the sea and Nostradamus has come to rescue thee.
Fighting in an age,
Where you can’t feel the rage,
And the night is the same
As the day.
Your cause is a joke,
And they won’t let you smoke,
But you can lose your mind
At a rave.
Crusading with a chant,
Turn it into a rant,
But they won’t give a damn
What you say.
They’ve got their own line,
And electronic minds,
Cause they’re smarter than you
Anyway.
Fight like a Scot,
Work like a dog,
See quiet dreams,
Vanish in the fog.
Walk on this Earth,
But watch where you trod,
Cause the world is a joke
From an angry god.
You know that you know,
And so you say so,
But they laugh at you
Like a loon.
You point out the facts,
But they don’t give a crap,
So they call you offensive
And rude.
You see what’s fortold,
So you dare to be bold,
And they say that you’re just
A cartoon.
They’ll all go to their death,
Convinced it’s the best,
And at some point you just say,
‘Screw you.’
Fight like a Scot,
Work like a dog,
See quiet dreams,
Vanish in the fog.
Walk on this Earth,
But watch where you trod,
Cause the world is joke
From an angry god.
The passage of time,
Shows no reason or rhyme,
No gray, and no white,
And no black.
The years flutter by,
Leaders live, rule, and die
And the world never leaves
From its track.
It all seems a dream
That has long lost its sheen,
Unaware of the things
That it lacks.
And all you can find,
To bring meaning to time,
Are the small things beyond
Their long grasp.
Fight like a Scot,
Work like a dog,
See quiet dreams,
Vanish in the fog.
Walk on this Earth,
But watch where you trod,
Cause the world is joke
From an angry god.
Silence may turn into storms, must I worry?
A lioness soul bends an untamed temperance,
from a peridot palace, this a fierce rage I bury
a populist of pure purpose permanence
so do go gentle on me ‘O judgest condemner
you’ve not seen what is in store for us
I stand with tenets of truth, humanity’s sustainer
not a raging tempest, nor dying light
but an empowering responsive receptor
these spearmint arrows bolt through blight
a polished persona of armor I tour
not the helmet of a hypocrite of bone or ivory
but leather made for a championed goddess,
boots built for the march into Gehenna the Fiery
I don for harrowing heavenly causes
Perfidious, I let you keep the repute given me
the rebel rouser fits me well
The prophet himself, p e r s e c u t e d,
whilst he ruffled feathers and raised hell
There’s an ineffable effigy
to whom I bow, sovereign Lady Liberty
her crown, radiant rays jut like the sun
an aureole flickers of freedom
windows of gems like sacral chakras
I, this blatant believer reverts to rebellion
crusading for campaigns and fair elections
with this, I’ve conquered the storm within
11:59 The doomsday door opening
the clock its tic an AI timer,
a hoax yells his lying tongue
O denier, I mustn’t keep silent
Moksha, can we revisit this later? I admit
give me a bit more time to repent
Amongst autumn’s signature rustling leaves
upon dried maples I walk error-free
our veins spread outward, I roll up my sleeves
alongside rebels alike we fight the king of terrors
Swamiye your sacred motive fills my soul,
with me unseeker are your fragrant prayers
the holy hills call, c o m e, yet I stay
at summit’s foothills with seeker sayers,
raised voices not in praise for the divine, not with joy do we sing,
but with sinful pride we chant harmoniously, no kings!
I anchor my soul in the middle of the sea
And big ships come chasing after me
It is the place where you don’t want to be
when big waves are riding on the sea and
You are boxed into the four corners of the earth
And the universe is slowly drifting away from you
Awake from your slumber
oh dying souls, take a deep breath and
release the stagnant air,
and replenish your soul
Depart from the woeful solitude of time
and embrace yourself with good news
shut the door of isolation in its face
and join the living human race
look for a new companion,
and let go of the manipulative one
the world is big and a hundred thousand
person is waiting to take your hand
Tomorrow is the start of a brand new day
and good things are coming your way
take a moment to think,
how things would have been
if you had not anchored your soul
In the middle of the depth.
Somewhere in the middle of the sea
something special is waiting for thee
place your heart above your head
dnd observe the passing ship
It is the hopeful anticipation that pulls
you to that special one
and destiny will take your hand
Look at the planes flying above your head
they are on a special mission to bury the dead
A multitude of crows are crusading in the skies
and the monarch butterflies are standing by
with a message from the ancestor, urging you
to cross over the border and walk through the garden
where the honeybees are pollinating the flowers
Nature is beautiful when you glimpse it from afar
so get ready for a special journey that will resurrect
you from the dark, far away in the perilous sea
a ship is anchored and it is waiting for thee.
It was a day of near death, I did not know,
I found myself sitting, at the beginning of my own show,
I watched my whole life flash before me,
It only took seconds, to the years of my life-,
before this,
I then found myself sitting up in a hospital bed,
doctors and nurses were running all around me,
they didn't even see me in front of them,
I wondered what the excitement was all about,
They kept going behind me, a place for some reason, I was not allowed to see,
Confused to why I was here, I felt good, home was only fair, I seen my family sitting around,
they all had long faces, looking through me, like I wasn't even there,
It was then I started to make a move, home was in my view, something then took control, put me in my place, it was powerful, but good,
I was showed a glimpse, a picture, I did not understand, it soon dissapeared into thin air,
I then laid down, I awoke with the most crusading pain, the doctor then looked me in the eye, and said, it's a miracle you're still alive, you gave me a scare, I lost you twice,
It was that moment I realized, I was the one, behind the scenes, the one place I could not see, it was me they were working on the whole time.
Poet
David W Carter
Form:
My mind is euphoric from scenes historic
Assyrian chariots innovative wheels bristling Mesopotamian plains
Paring the ranks of each, dated infantry formation
In Greece, anesthetizing anvil of the Dorian invasion
Glorious bronze relics supplanted by cheaper iron distillation
Persian armies: Greek hoplites, Scythian archers; mercenary aggrandization
Shrinking rebel hordes in Asia Minor's wars of attrition
The venal nature of imperial Rome's persuasion
Crucifying a few, targeted rebels for cultural ingratiation
Devout, gentile Europeans crusading to Biblical heritage's door
Defacing cross with predations in route, arriving uplifting banner 'gainst infidel Moor
Normans in hordes splashing across the chilly, English channel tides
Under William the Conqueror's mantra, bridging the Anglo-Saxon divide
Jesus Revisited
He was born out of wedlock and some say his father
was God the Divine I am not sure of that immaculate
projection but genes were involved and I believe that
some assisted fertilization may have started his journey
Adultery would be if not blasphemous too judgemental
what is a piece of paper when progeny was needed to
look after his parents no social security system in those days
when persecution and genocide was on the agenda
He was not so keen on drugs other than wine made from water
a hippie with flowers in heart hair mind and beautiful soul
but nevertheless became a free loving roamer a drifter
poet of the oral tradition full of wisdom and compassion
Does it matter whether Magdalene Mary happened to
become his lover when tables were turned at the temple
how the tides parted to walk on the sea bed or whether
the salt of too many tears of depression floated the message
He was a Middle Eastern guy most probably coloured in skin
with all chakras involved from the mix of a rainbow of promise
he counselled and healed with suggestion charisma almost
hypnotic powers used for the purpose of psychic proportions
He might have sported tattoos depicting a snake or a lion
some contact address emergency number engraved on his
forehead a belly ring maybe of a cross to be cast to foreshadow
his inner and outer appearance scarred healing healed
Much like him I am horrified by wars murder hypocrisy crusading terror
napalm orange agents Hiroshima Holocaust and the senseless
slaughter of groups others Peoples and ideas peace humankind
I passionately care for his message and his proposal his resilience
To stand up for injustice for freedom from evil and freedom of
passive resistance rebellion and faith and beliefs for what matters
He would have been a big pal with the Buddha spiritual leaders of
another age time place contingency context hegemony plight
would maybe not mind a panoply of Hindu Gods and Godesses
and have the Koran next to his straw mattress fire and all
I care for Jesus and he cares for me
22nd July 2016
I AM Powerful, I AM Resilient, Iron Ox Fortified
Steel Built, Rigid and Upright
I Am Earth, Air, Wind and Fire, Most High in Sterling Light
I got that Samson Might,
No Mountain Too High, My Faiths Ablaze
Scintillating like an ArcheSage,
In Spirit Reborn
I AM Solar Bright with Sheens Of Gold,
I AM a Searing Inferno of Pure Luster
the Holiest of Strengths I Muster,
Aura Gleaming, Sky High like the Dolomites
Soaring the Inner Highrise,
I AM Strong, I AM a One Man Elite Force Of The Sun Brigade
Archaic in Stature on this Truth Crusade,
Stone Forged, I Am Cosmo Ambient
Sky Jivin, I'm the High Rising Champion
Paving "The Way" with the Holy Sword
Crusading like Souls Of Old, I'm Iron Born
Through the Valleys of Damnation, I AM Prevalent
Through the Chapels Of Purgation, I Am Revenant
Iron Clad, Shield Wielding, Fire Sown
Wild and Poised, I got that Heart Of Gold
Iron Might, my Strength Gleams like Starry Nights
I AM a Light Crusader Knight,
I Am a Ferrous Force Of Pure Power
My Will Towers,
My Path Empowers
I Bloom like a Lotus, I Shine like a Starflower
Simply Arcadian, I Zen Flow with Eternal Gusto
Wielding Wisdom like Trismegistus,
In Spirit I AM Robust
Wind Drifting like Gold Dust,
Forever Valiant, Never Dull, Faint or Feeble
Solar Solidity, I Harvest from Infinity
Trinity and Beyond, I AM a Mega Force of Star Fire
Star Glider, I Illuminate like Sapphire
In Super Strength, I'm Quintillion Jolts Of Energy
Never Fettered, I AM One with Eternity
Crimson carnations create chords of casual charm,
Happy hyacinths harmonise in their psychedelic hues,
Bright bubbles of hope in crusading sunset,
Soft sepia smiles sent down from the Shepherd above,
Burnished beams of bright sunrays ballet in between birches,
An emerald euphony of jasper jingles and obsidian operas,
Salmon welkin croons its crescendo as it turns indigo,
The warbling waves wind up in a waltz,
Evening falls softly in various shades of blue,
All's well with the world of woven wonders.
Lines taken from the following poems:
Serenading sunset
Moonstone melodies
Autumn leaves
Fiery sunset
In the shadow of sunlight
Chrysanthemum Hymns
Spring sonata
It started with a blank canvas
The lilt of lilac melodies
Haven of hope
14.3
“I have realized the Supreme Self,
the Witness, the One
I am indifferent
to bondage and freedom.
I have no need for liberation”
14.4
“The inner condition
of one who is devoid of doubt
yet moves among creatures of illusion
can only be known by those like him”
beyond thought forms in us weaving
direct seeing is believing
yet assimilation awaits
face of God at will retrieving
our consciousness coordinates
in bondage to form fluctuates
unless we’re breath by breath awake
we may walk not through heaven’s gates
light of Self peaceful like a lake
when seen gives our presence a shake
likewise for God all-pervading
dense luminous darkness opaque
what’s known when we begin grading
we’re in shallow waters wading
so we await transmutation
flame of God in earth crusading
not poised in tranquil cessation
flawed yet is our meditation
so we’re in the in-between stage
not final realisation
at times a fool, at times a sage
breath by breath turning a new page
our soul’s flame flickers in the breeze
we react, ego takes umbrage
oh, to flow with nonchalant ease
mood and mode embrace and release
requires past tendencies to rest
free from ego’s thinking disease
though earth life continues to test
we take our bondage in light jest
recognising life is a dream
and that we’re always by God blessed
nothing here is as it does seem
thus blissful atop love’s moonbeam
observing our heartbeats renew
we just dissolve in God’s bliss stream
our heart is pure like morning dew
rapture rises, each hue is new
from head to toe we’re bliss replete
allowing blessings to accrue
having surrendered at God’s feet
form warm with kundalini heat
at peace in love’s benign bliss burn
though an infant, we feel complete
nodes within continue to churn
we patiently await our turn
to shine as a flicker-free flame
here and now in mind-body urn
with no fears and desires to tame
on light of Self we lay our claim
oh dear hearts, nothing less will do
completion in our life’s end game