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Putin holds a deranged press conference in which he outlines his plans
For the future of Europe and the world:
- Russia would rule eastern Europe and the Central Asian Stans as in the old Soviet era.
- He would proclaim himself the Czar of Russia, and Xi would rule East Asia and SE Asia as the new Emperor of Asia.
- Teheran would rule Iran and Afghanistan.
- The Saudis would rule the Middle East but would recognize Israel.
- Western Europe would continue as the EU and the UK would continue.
- The US would be given the Americas.
- Africa would be divided up between the great powers.
- The UN would be replaced with a much more focused international organization
Where the powers would jointly rule the world, cooperate on global issues,
Such as climate change and space exploration.
A military conflict would come to an end.
This Is GNN
Curtis Johnson
Hello, world. Be assured that I was neither Gabriel nor Michael. Michael was not on a mission that I was aware of, and Gabriel had returned to base from his busy assignments with Zacharias and Mary.
I was a reporter for the Good News Network from the Highest Heaven.
Dr. Luke reported about me and my mission in the 2nd chapter of his book. Though he did not identify me by name, I do have a name as do all of God’s creatures. I know that it can be frustrating sometimes when we do good things and get little to no recognition. I understand, but it doesn’t bother me. It’s just that sometimes our names are not relevant or pertinent to God’s story.
Anyway, my job was to make one of the greatest announcements in the history of mankind. On one dark night as shepherds tended their flock just outside of Bethlehem, Judah, I informed them of the good news of Jesus’ birth and gave the exact location of his whereabouts.
I felt deeply privileged and honored to be chosen for such an assignment. As you know, I was not sent to the emperor in Rome, the king of Judea, or any of the great dignitaries. Rather, I was sent to lowly shepherds in a field. There again. You never knew their names either. They are the ones who saw me and an entire host of other angels.
O what a night it must have been for them!! My co-workers proclaimed peace and good will in the listening ears of humble shepherds. That’s right. Everyday people like you and other mortals of this God-loved world.
Yes, with unknown names, we filed our report and completed our mission without a hitch. We came upon this world’s stage, played our roles, and returned to heaven. The rest is history. (Impersonation)12092016 cj PS
Once upon a time,
a star fell from the sky.
There were two fragments.
The first fell into the birthplace of hope.
Empathy, compassion, and mercy,
carrying out the will of the heavens.
And the other was passed down among powerful people,
burning with ambition, greed, and desires.
Bleeding into the earth, spreading sickness.
The power of the cosmos, corrupted.
I can feel it,
This is the power I’ve been seeking all this time.
Now at last,
the strongest dragon will be born.
Give it all to me,
give it to me.
Don’t resist it.
You cannot fight it,
Trust me.
You must become one with it.
No one can defy the will of the heavens.
The fate determined by the stars.
Sacrifice everything to me.
A throne made of bones,
atop of the ruins of the pale king.
A burning village with shards of stone.
However, in the end,
that power was created by humans.
There is no reason why I shouldn't overcome it.
My flames will burn the black sun to a crisp.
I must rise to greater heights,
claim all the power in the world.
My biggest disgrace.
However, because of that mistake,
I was reborn.
This cracked crown, this pure vessel.
Smash it to pieces.
I: Sheep
next door to 19 chimneys
and 'the dark satanic mills'
a flock of sheep is grazing
oblivious in the hills.
II: Other Animals
venezuelan poodle moths
sea pigs, star-nosed moles
mata matas, sugar gliders
shoats and water voles.
aye-ayes, dik-diks, wobbegongs
chicken turtles, loons
shoebills, snipes and yeti crabs
and cozumel raccoons.
pink fairy armadillos
bilbys, 52-hertz whales
the red-lipped batfish, panda ants
and emperor helmet snails.
the pleasing fungus beetles, thrips
hellbenders, great potoos
lilac breasted rollers, bongos
glass frogs, kinkajous.
the rare long-wattled umbrellabirds
chubs and munchkin cats
satanic leaf-tailed geckos, shads
gars, nits and fancy rats.
we did not Dye in vain!
from “songs of the sea snails”
though i’m just a slimy crawler,
my lineage is proud:
my forebears gave their lives
(oh, let the trumps blare loud!)
so purple-mantled Royals
might stand out in a crowd.
i salute you, fellow loyals,
who labor without scruple
as your incomes fall
while deficits quadruple
to swaddle unjust Lords
in bright imperial purple!
Originally published by The American Dissident
Notes: In ancient times the purple dye produced from the secretions of purpura mollusks (sea snails) was known as “Tyrian purple,” “royal purple” and “imperial purple.” This dye was greatly prized in antiquity and was very expensive according to the historian Theopompus: “Purple for dyes fetched its weight in silver at Colophon.” Thus, purple-dyed fabrics became status symbols, and laws often prevented commoners from possessing them. The production of Tyrian purple was tightly controlled in Byzantium, where the imperial court restricted its use to the coloring of imperial silks. A child born to the reigning emperor was literally porphyrogenitos ("born to the purple") because the imperial birthing apartment was walled in porphyry, a purple-hued rock, and draped with purple silks. Royal babies were swaddled in purple; we know this because the iconodules, who disagreed with the emperor Constantine about the veneration of images, accused him of defecating on his imperial purple swaddling clothes!
Walking through this southern gate
You’ll be travelling back in time
Where Emperor’s once ruled this place
You’ve crossed the meridian line
Welcome to the Forbidden City
Full of heavenly rooms
From Ming Dynasty to Qing
Now a beautiful palace museum
A million people built this place
Craftsmen came from every state
Built this palace with artistic design
This complex will surely make you smile
So much skill in architecture
Full of wisdom and ancient treasure
Beautiful murals on the walls
With hidden dragons in secret halls
The floor was laid with golden bricks
Religious symbols placed in it
Reflecting lots of philosophical things
Studied throughout their Dynasties
Surrounded by a deep wide moat
This City almost seems to float
The Imperial palace of Beijing
Built with such intricacy
It’s the largest palace in the world
Chinese culture with history as well
A national treasure of antiquity
This wooden structure stands magnificently
With endless halls and endless turns
Now the splendour of this palace serves
A Dragon’s throne in golden colours
This wonderful palace is like no other
It’s a City within a City
Divided by north and south
With inner and outer courts
Where 24 Emperors were crowned
Walk around the imperial gardens
They are so exquisite to see
Imagine the Empress and her children
Talking simple philosophy
And the legend of those four towers
Was a timeless masterpiece
The story of an old carpenter
Saw the builders on their knees
Won’t you buy a grasshopper?
From my stunning cage
Builders looked in astonishment
Never forget the wisdom of that sage
You’ll need permission if you want to leave
The Emperor rules with supremacy
In the heavenly hall of purity
Don’t forget to bow and courtesy
The Emperor and Empress already know your needs
Just be wise and speak carefully
Using good manners always please
And be prepared to get down on your knees
A World Heritage Site
© Copyright KC. Leake
21st October 2017
All Rights Reserved
A connection that powerful
Two souls as one soar like a nova star
A bond that feel like forever
A magnetic fill as we hold hands
Cried because it felt like heaven in your arms
Felt like home to each other
Innocent child like fun times
A connection that everyone envies
Telepathic conversations ring our souls
Married in the 5D
Meeting up in the 5D
Intimacy and love making in the 5D
Reality kicks in this bond was a lesson
A beautiful spiritual connection
not meant forever
You rushed in to my life
put me on to my path
A beautiful dream
A beautiful nightmare
Polarized souls opposite each other
My soul of light relation to an empath
Naturing you
Needing you
Co-dependent to your needs
Blinded by your illusions of love
Eyes closed to your lies; darkness
Your soul look so beautiful to me
But so tainted in many ways
Channeled in past your flaws
Saw the emperor in your soul
Realizing I was only in love with potential
I was in love with my self
You came to reflect myself to me
Looking for empowerment outside of myself
Your love like a high
A high I never expected
But that high was within my own soul
I was my yin to my yang
I was my own spiritual connection
Divine feminine divine masculine
Only had you for a little while
Mission complete brought me my lesson
Guess I see next life time
Our cord remains connected
Our undying bond will never die
Unconditional love was always be
Spiritual assignment need to be fur filled
Divine masculine trigger my awaking
Awaking that’s sparkling clean
Will we meet again?
Will we come into union?
Both souls have to function on the same frequency
My twinflame
Good friend, fear thee not! For chemical bliss,
Awaits in their smile, their laughter, their kiss …
Your future? Intoxicating. There is naught you shall miss.
You spent too much time to set this day right, to organize
But why will you not listen to me and realize...
Your friend is here to womanize!!
Now let us not pretend this short poem is a Victorian
Nor act as if I am a poet, prophet or historian;
But my friend, more than one emperor was betrayed by his praetorian.
Mind you not the fell dagger plunged deep in your back,
Or the guile and the wit of the siren attack.
Proceed as you must. Haste now! No alack!
2.29.2020
Written for "Occasional" contest, sponsored by Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Engagement theme
Upon reflecting with misty eyes
childhood days of yore
the mantle of anticipatory
excitement mantle I wore
upon advent of December
twenty fifth not quite threescore
years ago knew nothing
about being dirt poor
yours truly doggedly felt sense
of belonging among k9 korp
versus moody blues hangdog
look resembling Eeyore.
Now fast forward envisioning
gray bewhiskered scraggly
muttering old Unitarian
that would be yours truly courtesy
hyperbole as would be obvious
upon quick visual scan,
who dabbles writing
at least one poem within
twenty four hour
time frame i.e. quotidian
basis, eh not
so much an outdoorsman
these days and definitely not,
nor ever trumpeted
taps as militiaman
within the ranks of Kublai Khan
emperor of China, and
grandson of Genghis Khan
I remain holed up within
one bedroom apartment
unit b44 as iceman,
no, not by choice,
but series of unfortunate events
primarily faulty heater
at the mercy of fate,
a mere dice toss gameplan
always associated as separate
among establishmentarian
forever dreamily fancying
married to countrywoman,
combination platter academician.
Lo and behold days
mein kampf slipped and slid away
leaving faded memories
precious young lad oft times
felt alienated (think) castaway
yet simultaneously unable to flyaway
loosing self from mother's apron strings,
while slipping grip signals foray
into abyss conjured courtesy
thru information superhighway.
Reflection upon tempus fugit
incredulous kick **** lightspeed
precocious age sentimental reverie storybook
happy go lucky idyllic past indeed,
then bound by ignorance,
hence blissfulness no longer doth proceed.
The Teacher
1. I've made mistakes that could fill books,
Held on to the good days with all the hooks,
Crooks, and age descents.
I told my family you were better than the present,
To grip their rightful resentment.
"Scott is a work of art, tedious yet deserving of patience."
Please, I lie with ease.
2. I call you twice before you respond,
Gaze stuck towards the window,
Wishing the dark skies were a blonde.
I stand outside while you shower,
Carrying your cell.
I chuckle lightly, one day I will find you gone.
Yelled when I brought up the texts and images.
If sweet talks fail, gaslight—it always works, yup.
3. "My thoughts are too complex for your age," funny,
You never believed so when you trapped me in your flexible cage.
My skin curls,
Attending to you is a must;
My mind will hate otherwise.
Can't let you run off with another underage__
Girl
4. Kiss my hair during a storm,
Haunt my dreams, memorize her favorite poems.
In a closet, mate her.
Say I am yours when the lights are dim,
And you are no longer the emperor of your mind.
In a fit of rage, baby, you say, "I lost you."
It's funny, 'cause I try so hard to recall when I actually had you.
5. Time stops every time I see you,
In bliss or blithe, I want to kiss you.
You swat your face every time, then smile.
Even through a tinted window, you are still see-through.
6. Known to the world as the girl who made mistakes
That created a vast library.
Still, on the highest shelf,
Inside the prettiest and largest book, lies the biggest of all in scenery—
You.
Handsome and lethal
7. In my grave, after everyone has left,
The sky shedding our forgotten tears,
While you and her kiss on the hood of your car.
I will, in my grave, the casket you bought and she cried,
Say with eyes shut tightly, skin blue, my family was right.