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The puppet masters plot and weave, when first they practice to deceive
From Bush to Bush the fire spreads, a wildfire born from the Great Beasts bed
Intent, creates a new Zeitgeist to spawn a child, an anti-Christ
The seed’s been sown in Satans name the purpose clear, to God defame
No deeds revealed in tabloid papers Kept hidden their iniquitous capers
They mock our angst with rabid glee and crown it, a conspiracy
A sick exposure of the fact, success repeats the Patriot Act
Cruel fate awaits a Christian race the journey’s set at the Devils pace
From Hitlers hands their fortunes fed, a Rotten Apple, spiders threads
A Presidency on the cards their chorus rings from Satans bards
Twin Towers fall to Evils gain, Nostradame marks an old quatrain
Noahide Laws infused in society, Bush’s claim to the Devils piety
The terror laid at Americas shore, Homeland Security at its core
Involve our sons in fore-planned wars fuel Bankers interests near and far
To reign with iniquitous intent, the rule of money, purity bent
A system born to grease the palms, of those who seek the Devils alms
Indigenous inequality, why share what they can take
The Devils hands laid idle, write the rules for them to make
They form their words in whispers, they speak with a forked tongue
The parchment fresh, the quill’s been bled, the trap it has been sprung
Your liberty’s been stolen, a subtly sanctioned sin
There is no war on terror, the terror lies within
No longer called a prisoner, Genevas cause is lost to law
Detainees they’ll term us to be a welcomed lawyers flaw
Witnessed by a vanquished people, an American constitution
Set forth in pious reverence, genocide its resolution
Rockefeller spilt the beans a farcical invention
RFID for you and me their ultimate intention
Not for the good of those concerned,
Though pay you will, you’re chaff to burn
A single cause a twisted communion
Creates a North American Union
Though history repeats itself, its Trump card clearly dealt
The final thrust, centurions spear exposed, our innards felt
A thunderous cloud, the storms approach, the hurricane it howls
Gods hand outstretched, His children freed, as Satan sadly scowls!
I’ve heard it said . . . our future is in peril and deadly danger
Those close to us are listening, to the whispers of a stranger
The Word of God lies hidden, in the depths of cold despair
Lying buried under lies and hate
Deceit hangs in the air!
I’ve heard it said . . . that bankers are a privatised cartel
Hold monopoly on our futures, past and present times as well
Write the policies of the World, through corrupted CEO’s
But we’ve been down that road before
That’s just the way it goes!
I’ve heard it said . . . A President elect, is what is needed
A parasite or paedophile, twisted jokers unimpeded
Both hands are drawn, unholy as voters standing vexed
Voters drenched in cold abandon
As zombies standing hexed
I’ve heard it said . . . pandemics are caused by EMR
Evidence of 200 years lends proof they do so far
From recent Star wars project days, Musks satellites laid low
To Bob the Duck and Quantam Baby
Radar and radio
I’ve heard it said . . . New Babylon is surely on the cards
A collusion of musicians, choose to play the Devils bards
Bloodcurdling revelations, sacrificial lambs to savour
Iniquitous borne melodies
To trade for Satans favour
I’ve heard it said . . . RFID’s the only chip we’ll need
A Beastly brand of ownership, to mark the Devils seed
The cadence upon the wind Lord, as it rolls
Unknowing next for whom
The Bell it Tolls
I’ve heard it said . . . our leaders calling out for martial Law
Agenda 30’s rapid rise to being, without a flaw
Shadow governments pulling strings on all our borders
Screams of Angels drowned beneath
Our New World Orders
I’ve heard it said . . . the authors of the codes aren’t flying blind
Re-splicing of Mans D.N.A is foremost in their minds
A pocket full of posies, all fall down
Culling virus’s prevail
As we slowly drown
I’ve heard it said . . . our prayers alone are the only comforts left
Our souls He’s dealt a losing hand, the Lords love stands bereft
Armageddon’s on the horizon, End of Times
Our future in the making reeks
Of ancient nursery rhymes
A cry came out of Charleville ... "Please help our bilby mate!
Extinction is now on the cards, let's save him from this fate."
This little Aussie battler, folks, is disappearing fast.
Five other species have now gone; this bandicoot's the last.
Since European settlement it's lost its former range,
Man's pastoral activities have brought about the change.
Along with altered habitat, which one might think enough,
The fox and cat and rabbit too have made life pretty tough.
Its innocent-like face is cute and bandicoot pink nose,
But how those ears seem oversize and, yes, there're two of those.
Its coat is soft, light grey and tan, with a tail that's black and white.
This critter's somewhat rabbit size, who mostly hunts at night.
Nocturnal is the word I think and satisfies its needs
By dieting on insects, fruit, some spiders, bulbs and seeds.
It shelters through the daylight hours in burrows underground,
But if you'd hoped to see one folk they're not so eas'ly found.
They have a few in W.A., the Territ'ry's some too;
Endangered now in Queensland though, they're rather far and few.
So Frank and Pete both raised their hands to help the bilby out
And figured with the nation's help they'd turn their plight about.
In Currawinya National Park they'll build a netting fence,
Around some scrub where they can breed and come to their defence.
The word has got around it seems, folk gather to the fray;
From product sales and gen'rous gifts that fence is on the way.
So take a bow both Frank and Pete and all you Aussies who,
Dug deep to lend a helping hand; the world has need of you.
There's still a few things left to do, so spread the word about;
Perchance we'll save our bilby mate, of that I have no doubt.
Where will tomorrow take us
Only God alone can tell
A brighter future a cloudless day
Or an earthly living Hell
How much of its our doing
How much is down to me
Is the fate laid out before us
A future meant to be
I know I've tempted fate before
At least a time or two
Risked life and limb and maybe more
I'd risk it all anew
Cos life for me's a wonderland
A journey to behold
A beautiful utopia
For the young and for the old
Til man exacts his dominance
Over everything he can
And mortgages each single soul
Of every living man
A banking led dystopia
Indebtedness their aim
We're caught here in the crossfire
In a costly Rotschild game
The year is sixteen ninety four
And a deal is on the cards
The notes are shilling loudly
From the moneylenders bards
Twelve hundred thousand reasons
Mortgage woman, man and child
The deal's been done, the trap's been sprung
The laughing Joker's wild
The Devil dealt a crooked hand
The rules weren't Heaven sent
The loans they pays a kingly ransome
The bets at eight percent
Inflationary stirms prevail
Nations drowningbin the flood
The odds now stacked in favour
Of a deal they signed in blood
Now money's just a token
The game is truly up
Their sleight of hand's been deftly played
They fill their debtors cup
Human lives collateral
As the game stacks in their favour
No money's needed anymore
The game is theirs to savour
Where will tomorrow take us
Only God alone can tell
The Devil deals in dying folks
His deals a living Hell
The game's a crooked one we know
It's plain for all to see
And the fate laid out before us
Is down to you and me
Docket Time
There is always something more on the cards
You think you have a full house and your enemy
Does something unexpected from his bad script
Written by amateurs and paid for by lunatics
Doing all they can to harm you and your interests
No more book files they deleted them due to that
The action I dared do against them the other day
For I carry my ing balls in my bag ready to go
Oppose them in all ways possible fit to lose
Just takes one chance to win be weak to be strong
Over the edge and loop back all’s fare in business
Or was my moan too big making my cards copy type?
Rip off rain runny ink degrades after three goes
I only need one attempt to lower your company
No longer top three number four busts you up
Not printed cash that’s so 20th Century!
Now its stocks shares interests and bonds
Ledger money written in real ink or electronic
All that wanga belongs to the big elites and NWO
Certain families run the world so we are all fine
Living in running up bills rent deposits finance
Nothing to help the working person except maudlin
Sombre poems by the gal before she kaputted
She’s my sis by a different mum you wankers!
Revenge will be mine so discreet creeping in
Like the new dawn you think its night when it’s night
Over to you come and see my sing live
I’ve no security my show is for you alone
What will you do when the end grabs you?
I dare you to be serene or actually react…
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Sometimes I look at the night sky in wonder,
At the myriad of stars
And I can’t help wondering to myself,
‘What’s it like where you are?’
Do you have to deal with the same issues,
That plague the human race?
Like war, famine and hate.
Or do you live in a state of grace?
Are we the only beings in the cosmos,
To have to deal with all this negativity?
Because if everywhere else is rosy,
Then it doesn’t seem fair to me.
To be stuck on a world so filled with misery.
Where life can be so cold and hard
If only things could be different,
I feel a change is long on the cards.
All I can do is set an example
Be the change I want to see
To lift people when they struggle
And fill them with positivity.
A revolution starts with just one person
To stand up and lead the way
You can’t create a better tomorrow
If you don’t make a start today.
I just need to lift my own vibration,
Turn my frown around.
Show everyone there’s a better way
And turn this world upside down!
So this is what I’m trying to do
While writing my poetry
To make people stop and think
And create a better society.
Sometimes I look at the night sky and I wonder,
Did you go through the same tribulations?
Did you all face the same questions I have?
And what was your solution?
All I can do is my part
Show those people around me,
That if you want to change the world
Then you have to be the change you want to see.
Oh wondrous one
What have they done
We're stuck here in a rut
No Paddy's Day, to my great dismay
I'm treated like your mutt
Oh little boy
Fill your heart with joy
The journey's on the cards
I've called the Prez and this he says
With the wisdom of the bards
It is written in the stars
That a mam will travel far
On his duties for to subjugate a nation
And a bowl of sham-rock withering
And a moron that is dithering
Shall uphold the credo of the House of Slithering
So let's all join hands together
Mee Hole springs for the leather
We'll huddle, howling loudly at the moon
Well gather at the Oracle
Each tugging at a follicle
Varad Karz Crystal balls, we will exhume
So, on your knees Mee Hole
My boy, you've topped the pole
And the Sham-rock is your Golden Travel pass
Don't you listen to the rabble
The dyslexic, playing scrabble
Would make more sense conversing with an ass
Mee Hole got on his knees
Varad Karz to appease
The Prez, was howling loudly at their moonies
They each lay upon the floor
Debating furthermore
Drawing straws to see, who'd be the littlest spoonie
For it is written in the stars
That a man will travel far
On his duties for to subjugate a nation
And a bowl of Sham-rock withering
And a moron that is dithering
Shall uphold the credo of the House of Slithering
Maybe we should do a rethink about spending to save,
If we are using all our credit on a roll of the dice,
And instead keep that option on ice,
While we think about how much is too much rice.
I think the horse would rather be pulling the cart instead of pushing it,
Especially as a new owner is always on the cards ,
When there is no more credit on the cards.
This kind of selfishness,
By the brainless,
And the clueless,
Will only lead to, too many trying to sell shellfish,
With an increased number of those who are homeless,
And hopeless.
For most, the way to avoid this illogical outcome,
And make the horse feel more useful,
May be a bank account that is full,
With interest accrued,
Instead of interest now due.
The good news is,
It is never too late,
To celebrate,
When one has taken the time to deliberate,
And the decision is taken to re-instate,
What we were taught at school,
About the best way to save,
Which was to save to spend,
So, one can then spend to save,
And live a life free of stress,
Not caring who knows your address,
With no late payments to address.
If you can learn from my mistakes,
And this poem is all it takes,
Then there will be no need for you to go back to school,
Where too many play the fool,
And think that is cool.
My name is Iris
And I got the virus
You say you've got it too
But you can't sneeze
With the greatest ease
And your lips aren't turning blue
My names Freedy
And I'm good and ready
For to give you what I got
Don't wash my hands
I got swollen glands
And a half a pound of snot
My names Ttump
A windswept orange lump
And I'll beat that bad kung-fu Flu
Show my tour de force
On that old golf course
Then I'll build a wall or two
My name is Vladimir
Communism shows I care
Making sure my people's sharing vot day got
Charity begins at home
I live in my Kremlin home
And make sure they'll not be pushing in my pot
My name is Queen mum
My birthdays soon to come
But a knees up on the cards is sure to scare ya
There's no need to wrap my presents
As I'm off out shooting peasants
I'll show you how it's done in old Bavaria
My name it is Varadkar
Peeps, we've gone and made it this far
Our nations sure to go and make the cut (ask the banks)
If they find an antidote
To make sure we won't get smote
I'll volunteer to take one in the butt!
My name of course is Bush
My lifestyles rich and plush
We've been around at least three generations
Gramps was jailed in Hitlers service
Pops and grandson make folk nervous
Corona's not a patch on our infestation
The rumours were persistent; the split was on the cards
sad news to music lovers, despair for lonely hearts.
Fab Four disintegrated, a tragedy for some,
but fame by then was certain, a legend to become.
My mates and fans forever declared fidelity
and threw a crazy party...they called it Let It Be!
The sound reverberated; the place was dimly lit,
the atmosphere inviting; each song a Beatles’ hit.
We bumped into each other as we reached out for wine.
We clicked...tacit agreement, which suited us just fine.
I asked her name in passing, not wanting to intrude,
She laughed and coyly told me, “Hey, babe, just call me Jude.”
We merged with rhythmic music; unnoticed time went by.
Our drinks were spiked, and goodness, that sent us really high!
We danced till early morning, and that’s when I passed out
I came to on a sofa to beat of Twist and Shout.
Two drowsy days then followed, as well as restless nights;
with blurry eyes all heavy, could not withstand the lights.
I often think and wonder ‘bout Jude my stranger-friend
who whispered with insistence: ‘I wanna hold your hand’.
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Sponsor: Phillip Garcia
© 8th September 2016