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He wore a wooden hat
Because he said
It kept alien invasion
From his head
We all laughed
And played his game
But he was right
‘Cos when they came
They got the world
Including me
But then not quite
‘Cos he was free
I thank the lord
That he was there
With wooden hat
He had to spare
He quickly placed it
On my crown
And with deft flick
Pushed it down
All alien voices
Faded away
And I could think
Clear as the day
We live in the woods
On berries and honey
We have no need of
Things like money
We are untroubled
By things like that
Because we wear
Our wooden hats
We observe that world
With some despair
And pity our friends
Still living there
But we are free
Amongst the inane
As day by day by day
They become more insane
Ancient Conspiracies
Thousands of years ago
They came to earth
Alien shapeshifting reptilian creatures
From Sirius the dog star
They founded Atlantis
Enslaved humanity
They destroyed Atlantis
In a nuclear war
The descendants walk among us
To this day
Forming an ancient conspiracy
The shapeshifters are everywhere
Could be any one
They are the secret power
Behind everything
Their name is legend
Satan
Lucifer
Illuminati
Free masons
Knight templar
The trilateral commission
The committee that does not exist
Their goal
Total enslavement of humanity
With the shapeshifters in charge
And they are so close
To achieving their goals
Be afraid be afraid
The end of the world
Is at hand
As the committee
Prepares for the final
Invasion of the earth.
They would come at night, and it didn't matter if there was a storm or not. He would see them, and they would abduct him and later bring him back home. It was Horrific, because he had no control of when they would show up and take him. Each time it was a terrorizing moment for him, and they did this for many years.
I didn't know what to say to him to comfort him, but he seemed like he was into his own little world. I told him it was nice to know him, and I wished him well. I then caught up with my brother, Gus.
I was shaken up by what I had heard from this young man. A fear came over me, and I did not want to be there, anymore. I shared with my brother what I had just heard. I turned to show my brother who the young man was, and to my surprise, he was gone. I had just been with him two minutes ago. That really spooked me.
As we stood there during the morning hours. Right around 3am someone screamed behind us. We all turned around and could not believe our eyes. There in the field behind us, was a glowing red Orb. About three feet in the air hovering. You could hear a pin drop. We were all in shock!!! This rounded red Orb looked like it was on fire. It hovered from side to side, then split into three, and shot up to the sky. We all stood there in amazement, frozen, in disbelief.
We spent the whole night talking among ourselves, repeating and confirming what we had all seen. It was the most unbelievable experience we have ever had. We all left there with an appreciation for the Unknown and it made all of us believers. We went back to the Motel and tried to get a grip on all that happened before going home. Since that frightful night, we have been back five times.
I recommend Ellen's book Silent Invasion. Go on Youtube and type in UFO's in Pinebush NY and you will see all the Alien activity. This is as real, as real can be. If you are not a believer, go and see for yourself, that is the only way you will believe.
Michael Tor
After autumn’s end the first winter morning
The nippy air from the north gave a warning
Cover your head and pull up your sock
Before going for a walk, message your flock
Ideal weather for a walkathon, I gave a call
What a pity! Energy wasted, no response at all
Followed Tagore’s wisdom and went on my own
If no one is willing to take your call, go alone
I sneaked out remembering COVID’s invasion
The virus visited us despite all our dissuasion
Spread like wild fire to all corners of the earth
Devouring life and heralding the devil’s birth
I felt organizing a walkathon was a sound cause
To draw people’s attention and not applause
It raised the general level of hygiene in the town
And improved conditions to avoid a lockdown
The general life in the city has changed for ever
Can’t overcome COVID fear despite all endeavor
Social distancing has become the norm of the day
Visiting malls and restaurants have gone astray
Private office workers are having whale of a time
Absenting from office no longer considered a crime
In fact, they are encouraged to work from home
Complete their tasks without having to roam
Meeting distant relatives have become an obsession
Enforced travel rules and restrictions give no concessions
Anticipating the vaccine with our fingers crossed
Hope it would redeem us from the freedom we have lost
END
Sprinkled over time of passing he finds legacy’s fathomless treasures
Finally he comes across a few pages of his father’s diary from the War
Loss fear survival battles a bullet here and there and grinding demise
Longing for home land and loved ones scripted in Russia’s wide open planes
Glory Defeat Unspeakable Blood Who is to Judge
If One has not walked in those military boots
And yet this is history a personal narrative a segment of the son’s truth
Hard to forgive but not to forget in the quest for understanding and light
He has not fled himself from chains of tanks crushing not only miserable frost
But comrades in arms receiving recompense for invasion and perpetration
There were concentration camps in his way what Did
He do what Did he know and how and or what Did he fight
A belt buckle survived and the offspring wore it at Dad’s last journey
Had always believed it was the Army’s with Swastika and inscribed
With ‘Blood and Honour’ as a pledge to insanity and conquest’s decree
Tight around waist and courage for a cause thankfully fallen between cause
Research has found a new meaning and the prong for the
Strap had been the emblem of Hitler Youth’s torched madness
Why did his father hold that memory so dear was it pride recall un-reformed
Delusion and what other remembrance has beentaken to an uncomfortable grave
07th June 2018
Compassion’s heart, mercy’s gentle touch
angel’s wings speed to scenes
of blood, guts and gore
Where, O where has the god of history seen this before …
From the narrow passage at Thermopylae
to the other side of the Rubicon
From the bloody invasion of Jerusalem
to the feats of Genghis Kahn
From the legends of Clara Barton
and Florence Nightingale
to the haunting sirens of Red Cross Trucks
traversing World War One and Two's living hells
When will mankind follow the path of those who treasure life
lay down their arms ~ end war’s woe and strife
I make this plea in all sincerity
to the younger generation presently.
Under no circumstances ever join the military
and they who are serving currently
should lay down their arms and go Absent WithOut Leave
otherwise, you may find yourself one day detaining your families.
This action will not cause us any vulnerability
from an invasion of a country most unfriendly.
If our shores were ever stormed by an enemy
as a civilian I'd defend our liberties
as I'm sure would also the majority.
America was once The Land Of The Free
but we're now headed for a state of total oligarchy
hiding behind democracy.
Something revolutionary must be done immediately
or America as we know it will cease to be.
I feel as if you're my missing puzzle, dear.
Ethereal love, brawn, and joy to cheer
You are my life and my innermost being.
Counted each real nature and unseeing.
I feel like your song, so be my verse.
I'm yours, whether lenient or worse.
Health or pain, you're eternal in my life.
I shall love you despite social strife.
I feel I'll still love you, no matter what.
That's why, honey, you have my trust.
True love's name is lost to time.
In silence, its source is sublime.
Even quirks feel cute in your embrace.
I'm happiest when I look at your face.
Your touch evokes me of childhood.
Coffee you brew, folks we met in the hood.
I feel our love as an airy echo of passion.
like a spirit striking the soul motion.
A soul invasion causes an electric wave.
Veins ooze gorgeous, sensual crave.
Written: January 21, 2023
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I miss her, Mother Egypt
and those friends I left behind,
timeless history, marvels and mysteries
etched in stone by her own scribes.
Longing for the waters of the nourishing
River Nile and surrounding seas,
the laughter and smiles of everyone
who once loved and greeted me.
Near the shores of Alexandria,
Abu Qir and Fort Qaitbey,
Where Cleopatra's palace once stood
in somber ruins, she now lays.
Near Pompei's Pillar and Roman remains
of columns and fortress walls,
white marble statues and museums filled
with antiquities large and small.
The sights and sounds in every town
Of a marketplace lost in time,
Selling goods from almonds to wildwood
And candles to clocks that chime.
In the land of the Eye of Horus,
the son of Osiris the King,
and Isis, Queen Precursor
to Mary, Mother of God, Creator of everything.
Cradle of Christianity and home to
Pagan, Gnostic, Muslim, Jew, sanctuary
where the Holy Family fled from evil
to a warm and welcomed refuge.
Where the mighty Sphinx and Pyramids
stand silent, proud, and tall,
in the salutary sands of time
with eyes peering down upon us all.
Temples of Luxor, Abu Simbel
and Colossi of Memnon,
Valleys of the Kings, Queens and Hatshepsut
awakened, alive again each dawn.
Mummification, adulation
of life and death and stars,
Constellations, incantations
and the wonders of who we are.
Battle tested, rarely rested
waiting for the next invasion,
of Persians, Greeks, Romans and those who seek
your immeasurable treasures unabated.
The ebb and flow of come and go
throughout your long, hard years
of growing seasons, rhythms and reasons
to keep fighting back the tears.
Yet never waned while fighting flames
of one invasion to the next,
while still your people smile and sing
with a yoke upon their neck.
In a land that never loses the allure or
enigma of mankind's birth,
where magic and myth still hold their grip
on whatever we think life’s worth.
Mother Egypt, truth be told, I miss you more than all your gold
and antiquities that survive,
where I once sipped cappuccino
watching history passing by.
Aliens have recently taken over my mind
They're a friendly lot, they are
Obsessed by the pretty women we have
And the love of our fancy cars
They say they're thinking of immigrating
Warned them it's not a bed of roses
Got a bunch of yahoos running the show
Amazing the problems it poses
Many of us live in the lap of luxury
Others don't have enough to eat
Power trips are the crux of our problem
We must have servants at our feet
So the choice is yours my alien friends
Don't know what it's like back home
Might think of checking out other planets
This is not the best one known