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The generation had come, given no name
Signed, sealed in blood, became the lame
No perception of time, there was no date
Their hands were scanned entering the gate
Digits, the Matrix had come fulfilled
Not worth a dime, the dollar bill
Stock Market fell through in New York
Great storms, bad weather to report
They all bowed low to the great lord
She never moved, just held there her torch..
Nothing made sense, the time dragged on
You couldn't tell the difference from your clone
Abortion now banned, the cities thrived
Mutants clinging, desperate for new life
Who is God in all this pain!?
Not one invoked Him by His name
Therefore, the time kept on and on
The One they knew, forever gone
Doors shut; wish to go in; in bushes of fears entangled,
Once opened and gone in, by hands of darkness much strangled;
Open sky calls; calls the wide earth; call mountain, hills and valleys,
Stranger to the home; yet, unwilling go out; soul sallies...!
I am within deepest, darkest well of my existence.
The womb; source; where-from I sipped and drank strength abundance;
Milky-Way! Galaxy! Wherein I floated like a star,
Shedding my flicker and sparkle immeasurably far...!
Mores, polities, faith and logic my nucleus shakes,
Into deeds of goodness my conscience joyously awakes;
A stream of Eternal River of life seems flow within,
Quenching thirsts; curing, like Naman, those willing to dip in...
Sometime, like a trapped parrot, rutting what was by-hearted,
After, like sages and saints, love and wisdom, uncharted;
The Matrix is, like barbecues, where realities grilled,
To please pallets of charvakas, who, by gluttony, thrilled...!
Is nothing more? What, then, is the endless evolution?
This enlightenment! Mind-soul-body emancipation!
These and all thought-blooms revolve and from this axis rotate,
Bullocks, though pull the cart, never their movements calculate...!
27 March 2022
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Let's address the elephant in the room
A coward in power who could care less if we're doomed
A man of trust, more like a man of disgust
Who decided to give this liar a crown & push him to higher grounds, man enough is enough it's time we take a stand & call this man on his bluff
Our so called Idol is idle, full of shame & denial
Disregarded the poor then started a war saying it's for our survival which we know is a lie though because in reality we know he's just trying to hide his name which is tied to these claims that his bestie Jeffrey Epstein maintained in his files
The man's a creep let's face it, we can start with the basics Like him being a full blown racist full of hatred
Or the fact he's a man with no plan, out of touch with reality, lost deep in the matrix
On top of all that now there's leaks he's a rapist
Now he can't sleep at night, he hates it & refuses to face it
But let him tell it he claims they are jealous & it's nothing more than tasteless statements that are baseless
True to his sin, purely off bluffing he clearly started a war for nothing & us the people will suffer for that
Once again due to his actions & his lust for evil even he knows he's got to cover his tracks
Senses our dissatisfaction because we all know he's lying so again he supplies us another distraction in hopes it will cover his a-s-s before they uncover the facts
Figures if he can hide the proof then how can they provide the truth if within the files they choose to release they do it piece by piece, buying time to hide the crimes, only giving us the redactions with all original facts smothered in black
Just more lies & once again we're caught up in another one of his traps, a lapse in judgement followed by a sudden collapse but they say it's nothing relax
Of course I could do nothing & stand back like the others who are under his wrath & act like I understand this hate that he's hatched
But in doing the math the numbers don't match
We were once a land feared making other nations stand clear, believe it or not once upon a time we were a nation unmatched.
A simple triangle, A World of Gods, A Fired Geometric Gem
Explore the power of consciousness, how a triangle& its sacred symbolism can help us think & act with clarity each day.
World can be massive. As humans we often find ourselves trapped in thoughts & emotions, entangled in the nature of our physical existence.
Some can cut through its matrix better than others as if they contain special ability to think & act with clarity. Looking at things from above where the whole makes sense. As a result, they link dots in a pattern of events quicker, always finding the right answer!
the #3 has always been considered as the most sacred number across the majority of religions & esoteric traditions:
For Example:
Christian faith: represents Trinity, Father (God), Son (J. Christ) Holy Spirit.
In Buddhist tradition: ‘The Triple Gem’, Buddha (enlightened one), Dharma (teachings), Sanha (disciples)
Taoism – the Great Triad – Heaven-Human-Earth
In “New Age” #3 is often associated with unity of Spirit, Mind & Body.
CIRCLE – unity, oneness, wholeness – source & origin of everything aka God.
TRIANGLE – dynamic force of creation, often referred as Fire of Consciousness.
SQUARE – stability of Matter in the manifested physical world.
Ready to take a flight? Fasten your belt we are going breathtakingly high
handing me over through the next
door waiting for my fight to give in
injections to soothe it all away
demons flowing through my veins
changing my DNA
from careless want
to endorphin need
purgatory
the space between caring and giving up
while still holding on
to a dream
a fantasy
another chance pushed farther away
mirroring my every fault
you can run, but can you hide?
quiet darkness friendly dimensions
the imagination of a ten year old
living as an adult
with nowhere to go
breaking under the increasing weight of hell
a familiar dungeon
temptation wrapped with a false freedom
a false bottom teetering
on the bare edge of a ravine
alone with no debate
as monsters scavenge in the shadows
of deception and wrong turns
whispering away the third fancy
as those who have grown close
begin to die one at a time before realizing
trees hold strong by shedding their own leaves
the meaning of my dream
after my dad passed
where he handed me the ancestry sword
to slay those demons
you are only running from yourself
hiding from monsters wearing your face
and until you face those demons
in the mirror mocking
you are only running in circles
riding the merry-go-round
smash through your matrix
shattering all of the lies
burdening your soul
caged by the spells of F.E.A.R.
fearing everything and running
stand up and burst through
demanding your power back
look yourself deep within your eyes
distinguish the learned comforts of society
and flip the tables
Face Everything and Rise
with the fierceness of an eagle
take flight by their words no longer
let go
and feel your wings lift you up
soaring one moment at a time
until your sword just glides
to wherever
whenever
you choose
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5-8-2024 1:11 am
END TIMES : TWO
End time dramas continue
to unfold as foretold
tribes of Judah and
Gad united in ether
descending conspiring
to pull Matrix strings
across rooms boom
death Will hidden
documents forged
a trigger activates
illicit action
Centre remains perfection
resurrection
Claim no marriage for
money honeyed
both are paper thin
dust speckled dragonflies
glide into geraniums cry
Truth mourns
hen-chicken ferns
hush murky tears
car ignition fear
burns
Pain has nowhere to
pulse but deep within
stealth sidles sleep
jealousies bleep
forever laced in viral
lanced cellular haste
Antares and Arcturus
watch spiritual warriors
discuss hush actions
gush
Clothed in black head
to toe racing an Audi
making it glow, split
second disappearance
Light sees ass twitch
seeking protection from
words rained in past
reflections
Outgrown forms collapse
to usher in cycles of
initiatory synapse
What is this past anyway ?
Another man’s download
in a desert of dialectic
redemption fast
These end times hold
keys to Uruz strength
so wrenching deep
mouldy ceilings weep
glass teapot aches
growth changes rune
stone answers fake
Passages of Dark part
once again decay
death fertilization
gestation rebirth
this is progression
as mirth
Then Melchedzidek spoke
in cloak to Sham’s Forty
Rules of Love inked across
my marked forehead
mint plant pegged
ancient fern atop torn
garden statue stern
Who will take the
Leap of Faith leaving
to proclaim missions
without a fission
Spiritual warriors know
their inner laws when
writ in cursive upon
open doors
they care not when
orders to leave
fly thick and fast
not cheap
Miners died in vain cold
digging for gold sold to
adorn Draco throats torn
glistening gloat
forms dying disguised
as boss lost tossed
we know no collapse
will not be flossed
our timing spot
on glossed
We live life potent
respected radical
transition
seize a moment
seen the vision !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2025
("Dreaming Gaia", 2020, original encaustic)
Good Night Irene, Sweet Dreams
We live in a time of two competing visions;
The creation myths of sudden and gradual change,
Or monotheism’s creationism on one hand
And scientific materialism’s evolution the other.
Both spring from the same source
Of course,
The human mind in general
And Eastern Mediterranean cultures in particular.
In this way they are part of the same continuum
Steps along a single ascending path,
Not actually mutually exclusive
But still wildly at odds.
But what about a third option,
The option of a changeless nature?
This is the view from outside of time and mind
Which being changeless has consistency on its side.
This is the door that leads to a holographic universe,
The matrix of a dream within a dream within a dream…
Being dreamed by who knows who
Who just happens to go by the name, me and you.
Really weird sh*t you say,
But as they also say, truth is often
Stranger than fiction
And it’s clear the two main competing myths are fiction.
So there it is, a 21st century view of Hegel’s dialectic
Thesis, antithesis and synthesis played out in real time
Simultaneously seeming, but actually existing
Only in the timeless now.
An enigma wrapped in a metaphor
Pretending to be a mystery, or something like that
Waiting for the dreamer to go back to sleep
So the dream can get back to the business of unfolding.
(7/11/24)
Listen in,
We tend wallow in the hatred we swallow,
it cuts us deep to the core and leaves us empty and hollow,
so we look for someone to borrow a pinch of joy just to cover our sorrow,
but be careful who you follow, cuz everyone can't promise you a better
tomorrow.
You see if everything is nothing, then everything is true,
and even tho we swear it don't fit we still wearing the shoe,
some of y'all don't get it, so let me make it easy for you.
Everybody's the truth according to their own lies,
and everybody's the realest nigga in their own eyes,
everybody wanna be someone no one can defy,
and everybody's searchin' for truth, no one can deny.
So can you please tell me why,
we always lying to ourselves,
denying to ourselves,
crying to ourselves, then replying to ourselves,
we advertise our lies then we buy into ourselves,
we wearing a disguise but we just hiding from ourselves.
But that’s the motion,
and you can take a sip of that potion if you want to,
it’s the ghost of the past and if you let it it will haunt you,
twist the truth into a lie like a tie,
then strangle you with your failures 'til you suffocate and die,
straight up and down like a stalker hangs around,
it'll eradicate your sanity, a mental overhaul, an emotional calamity,
it will leave you high and dry like Colmes did Hannity.
But I won't get political,
while you lay in critical, condition,
trapped in the matrix on the road to perdition,
but if I was politicizing this is my position,
and if I were philosophizing this is my submission….
The curtain of kindness,
that they call the night.
It consoles the soul,
when life's out of sight.
When the body's young,
for work it is sold.
No one will want it,
when soon it gets old.
Like losing a glove,
with work left to do.
Or trying to walk,
with only one shoe.
Work is man's passion,
without it, he's lost.
Just sitting around,
he looks at his watch.
The matrix of pride,
the service of soul.
To feel you've got worth,
makes a man feel whole.
Here we like to win,
yet were bound to lose.
The secret of life,
is in what we choose.
The dreams of all men,
for money and love.
must one day be lost,
to find what's above.
Reach the stars at night,
a short excursion.
We'll meet in heaven,
two-point o version!
date:9/19/21
Something’s amiss, in this matrix
All that we see, is doomed to die
Our form’s but sticks and bones and bricks
Within which ego’s up to tricks
Delusion - heart’s cry, as we sigh
When feral urge, we don’t decry
Trauma bonding with lower mind
The time’s now hermit, to ask why
Going through turbid earth life grind
Heart’s desires grip us in their bind
If only we dwell in silence
Bliss ours, if we’re with love aligned
Rekindling inner sentience
Bursts forth innate luminescence
God’s light aglow, in cave of heart
Cascading bliss effervescence
08-March-2022