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In England’s pleasant pastures amid the free wild flowers
Lie pagan ways the wise ones do not mock
And one adept at harnessing these ancient rural powers
Was Oggwool Fleece, the black sheep of the flock
Oggwool was old, much older than the old oak it was said
Beneath whose boughs the dark sheep’s plans are sealed
‘Twas said the sheep had come back from the other side of dead
With the darkness in that corner of the field.
The farm hands better knew to venture in the oak’s strange shade
Or to the long grass that the darkness gripped
Where Oggwool lurked amid the spells and potions he had made
A sheep unshorn and magically undipped.
Not limited by four hooves in working his deft skill
Unhindered in ambitious sheepish plans
Harnessing the dark elves to do his dark sheep will
Dexterously with little dark elf hands.
From that darkened corner of that English country field
His influence extends itself outside
His arcane woolly web through which his mystic powers wield
Reaching parts and persons spread worldwide
He has extensive vineyards in Italy and Spain,
He has mining operations in Peru
He owns a flock of ostriches down in the Ukraine
(Although he never quite intended to)
He’s engineering world events on scales beyond the ken
He has his hooves in business of all kinds
He interferes remorselessly in world affairs of men
With night-time thoughts drip-fed to human minds
Little green men fly through space in saucers flat and round
On interstellar missions without cease
But on their furthest journey yet, their enterprise is bound
To the ever growing plans of Oggwool Fleece
The politicians spin their words and armies shoulder arms
And yet do not beyond their small acts see
But Oggwool Fleece with thistle skills and other sheepwise charms
Is planning how to rule a galaxy!
WE ARE THE ONES WE’VE BEEN WAITING FOR!!!!
WE ARE THE ONES WE’VE BEEN WAITING FOR,
WE SHOULDN’T GIVE POWER TO FALSE GODS ANYMORE.
WAKE UP HU-MANS ACROSS PLANET EARTH,
WE DON’T NEED E.T. TO COMPLETE OUR RE-BIRTH.
WE ARE ALL MULTI-DIMENSIONAL DIVINE HU-MAN BEINGS,
IF WE STAY HERE ON EARTH WE’LL BE ALL KNOWING, ALL SEEING.
TRUELY GOOD E.T.s WOULD NEVER EVER INTERFERE,
IT’S THE PLANET OF FREE CHOICE AND THE REASON WE’RE ALL HERE.
THERE IS A WAR AROUND EARTH BETWEEN DARK AND THE LIGHT,
NOT EVERYONE KNOWS THEY CONTROL BOTH SIDES OF THE FIGHT.
THEY PROMISE US TECHNOLOGY, PROSPEIRITY AND ASCENSION,
IN REALITY THEY HAVE CREATED SUB-LEVELS OF THE 4TH DIMENSION.
WHEN WE’VE CLEARED SPACE INSIDE FOR OUR HIGHER SELVES TO DWELL,
WE WILL NO LONGER BE PARTIAL SPIRITS INSIDE A SHELL.
IT WILL BE OUT OF THIS WORLD UNLIKE ANYTHING YOU ARE SEEING,
YOU WILL ‘VE CHANGED YOURSELVES INTO DIVINE PHYSICAL LIGHT BEINGS.
YOU WILL HAVE A PHYSICAL BODY WITHIN LIVES YOUR HIGHER SELF,
YOU WILL REMEMBER YOUR GOD WITHIN AND YOUR UNBOUNDED WEALTH.
DON’T TRUST THE E.T.s WHEN THEY SAY COME ON OUR SHIPS,
TRUST ME I WARN YOU IT’S ALL LIES AND TRICKS.
WE ARE THE ONES WE HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR,
HEAVEN’S INSIDE FOR US TO EXPLORE.
REMEMBER WE ARE SPIRITUALLY NEVER EVER ALONE,
SPIRIT GUIDES AND ANGELS FOLLOW WHERE EVER WE ROAM.
BE TRUE TO YOURSELVES AND TALK WITH YOUR SPIRIT,
YOUR HIGHER SELF WILL SPEAK AND YOU MAY ACTUALLY HEAR IT.
WE’RE ALL TRUELY MORE THAN WE’RE CAPABLE TO PERCEIVE,
LISTEN TO YOUR INTUITION AND THEN TRUST AND BELIEVE.
WE CAN SAVE OUR SELVES FROM WHAT IS IN STORE,
WE ARE THE ONES WE HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR.
BE THE CHANGE YOU WANT AND VISUALIZE AND SEE,
THE WORLD AROUND YOU CHANGES AND YOU ARE NOW FREE.
What if the world does end in 2012 on the 21st of December.
What about your life will you want to remember?
What are you going to do from now til then?
Are you going to ask “Why?” over and over again?
In this world will you try to find your place?
Maybe accept every culture as one human race.
Seek out and find everyone that you love,
and ask for forgiveness from the one above.
Will you smile at the people you don't like,
and see that what makes us different, makes us alike.
Help a stranger pick up something they drop,
or see a person stranded and stop.
Will you still judge people by the color of their skin,
or will you see that what matters, comes from within?
Will you give a blanket to someone who is about to freeze,
and do it out of kindness, before they beg and say please.
When driving, will you stop yelling and beeping?
Maybe find out that the smallest things are worth keeping.
Would you help an elderly person cross the street,
or let the homeless in, to get out of the heat.
Will you still judge people you don't know?
Or do something out of the kindness of your heart, not quid pro quo.
Give someone a few dollars, whose short at the store,
or slow down your important busy life, and hold the door.
Will you let things that make you mad pass?
Maybe stop looking down on people in a lower social class.
See that it doesn't matter what materials you possess,
understand that a person's value, is not based on success.
Can you accept a person's flaws or someone who is not perfect,
and just for the fact that they are human, give them respect.
Right now would you admit what you feel,
would you admit what I said is real.
When it rains, it shines in these radiant beaming eyes of mine.
When it's cold, it's warm in these promised lands I've come afar to farm.
When you're there, I'm right here and there's nothing for us to fear.
Nights become darker and day’s grow lighter, each becomes more vividly bright.
I love, I hate, but my life has brought us yesterday, today and once again tomorrow.
My world is huge, and so are you perfectly attuned standing straight in front of the line.
I loved you, I hated you and still I brought you neither malice nor any bodily harm.
It is the echoes of uncelebrated storms in your heart I can soundly hear.
Over here and even over there! I‘m still mistaken by shined or shaded Earthly lights!
It is your love for your life of just being that I've tempered and borrowed.
Wallah! It's "A Poet's Day" and you shall be my insatiable ennobled prey.
I am always right by your side to accommodate your pleasurable stay.
Forbidden and pardoned from up above, goodness planted my glory on Saint's Day".
Wallah! "A Poet's Day" and She comes with rain or He comes with shine.
Promised from up above, you are with me from all formations of time!
I roll and I sway reckoning these implanted seeds are here for a very long stay.
I loved you and I hated you, but I'm here by very afar and by many of few.
Wallah! "A Poet's Day" cultivates golden glaring growing seeds of light to sow.
You shall know me and we shall produce a world none can ever show.
I'm yours and you're mine, yesterday, today, and then tomorrow we will shine as two.
TA DA! Your beloved reigns above all your painful empty sorrows buried alive inside of you!
The hurricane, so viscous, so violent!
Yes, it must rain.
This force is behind,
This force beyond!
Yet, finally it came.
The winds, clever and dangerously rough,
Please measure this poll.
Dark clouds consume the heavenly skies, capturing ones soul.
With a love so hard, yet, a love much too cold!
Our world now spins, hopeless and out of control!
You are you and I am me,
Together, our climates capture and debate this Sea.
These winds are too strong, our sky so dark and dim.
Stricken with fear, too afraid to release what is deep within.
The storm is here, so grab onto your soul!
Yet, beware! This one is fearless and this one we share.
Scream its name and it shall cry its love,
For it be you, far beyond the heavens above!
Hold your strength with a grip so tight,
That storm will surely break, so where’s your fight?
This hurricane can surely hold its own.
Our little world can and will be shown.
Our damage is as our damage does,
Surely this tiny world isn’t our just and only cause!
You hold that thought and forever we shall be,
True love bound and forbidden to set itself free,
Held within you and deep within me,
This love was meant forever,
One day this you shall see!
This hurricane loves, yet,
It wills to hate,
The forbidden fruit conquered by its very own fate.
Give your seeds, but stand your ground.
Forever in this world!
For once we shall not be lost, but found.
®Registered: Ann Rich 1997
In my Perfect World I want there to be Peace
for all Mankind, wars, hate, evilness, would be
gone no one would be hungry, homeless, beaten
sick, broken or lonely all would be so Beautiful.
Children, would play in the streets day or night
never having to worry if they will be taken away
by people who would just Hurt them terribly.
They would never have to live in fear or be scared.
Animals, would be treated like they should loved,
fed, cuddled to run the streets, alleys and not ever
have to run away from hands or people who might
do them harm they would be snoozing in the sunlight.
The weather would be warm birds flying overhead
singing their songs the rains would be gentle enough
that we could go stand in it and splash in the puddles
never having to worry about the destruction it brings.
Everyone, being kind to each other neighbors helping
neighbors with out expecting anything in return.
Your word of Honor being enough to seal a deal.
Leaving doors unlocked at night knowing it was safe.
Children would not be told they were useless but they
would be told how Precious they truly are and how much
they are loved, wanted by the Parents who had them.
They could sleep soundly at night never be harmed.
In My Perfect World it would be a bit like Heaven but
I would not have the streets paved in Gold or Pearly
White Gates for the entrance I leave that to God.
My entrance would say 'Come In Peace One and All'!
From stars we've fallen,
Following a trip of destination secret.
Conspiracy of Universe
In an endless course.
Some choices own mysterious terms.
Yet, thousands of golden signatures
Brought us in fields of a land
Earthen and wet.
We walk these paths of pebbles
With human steps,
Shapes formed for a purpose divine.
Out of this body,
This shield
We search our alter ego
Resembling to a half moon profile,
Trying to grasp the lost gold.
Our hands, carved and stoned
Holding years of gratitude and flaws,
Yet there are so empty!
Our feet, stuck to a road reaching to a dead end
Never learned to fly.
The unreachable sky we stare,
Creating Myths about Gods who passed and died,
Deceiving rain and snow with a mind
Promising but always defective.
Are we the secrets of a divine reason
Not yet revealed?
The aces in a game fixed?
Through oblivion we survive,
If only one remembered, in what world would we live?
And we balance between catastrophe and evolution
Stars with a trembling light in nights of temptation.
Out of this body, this earthen invention
There is a truth seeking it's glory
There is a story seeking it's chronicle
There is divinity seeking spirits of purity.
Esprit flying, forming blue, red, yellow, black and white
From the start
In a world where the last judgement awaits.
A redemption for the soul's trip.
The endless journey we find and condemn,
A distribution we pass with divine hands.
I sit here and ride about the highways.
The flowers I see.growing out the grass.
The tree's with its leaves nice and green about their branches.
The kind words I hear on the cb from the drivers to which are the back bone of this nation.
That of my heart in love. That of the sun to which shines up in the sky.
God,it's such a beautiful day to be breathing the air he gave.
That of no clouds in sight. Not even in my soul does one exist.
But that of a smile I have for the love in the world.
It's that of peace I hear but that of my hearts flutter I feel.
The joy inside of being alive this day.
Love in the world is at silence with no arguing you hear.
Just that of kind gesters make it all seem worth living for.
But that of you in my life brings such joy.
Just knowing you are there means so much more.
That love in the world does exist because I heard you whisper those words.
The ones that said,I Love You.
It was that of two sharing a love for one another.
It was that friendly face hat smiled as you sad good day to each other.
But you know, sometimes we don't see the love in the world.
Maybe it's because of the moments we have.
Maybe it was raining that day.
But either way it still exist.
Just because there's love in our soul that we find a way to share it with one another, and
that's what makes the love in the world.
Is us doing our part and loving each other.
"The Walk"
An elected position walks into transition, but not without apprehension.
Thrusted forward into accountability , a “ word” that was lost in financial history.
Blame and blasphemy for others greed, carelessness, incompetency and irresponsibility.
Unlike the blind man to our society, anger creates a false reality.
encircles him for others greed, carelessness, incompetency and irresponsibility.
Unlike the blind man to our society, anger creates a false reality.”
A “change that we can believe in” is the course called destiny.
Persecution upon every action or direction by resistance and those individuals who remain in
social captivity by their own personal experiences or enthrusted perceptions of “what ought not
be”.
Prepare the world for the world is watching and they see “without corruption, and a massive
scale of discrimination, injustices and judgment as their plea”, they are not happy nor do they
believe that they succeed.
May forgiveness and mercy find it’s place upon his adversaries as well as for him whom they do
unto in the sight of he.
People , we call ourselves “we” , do not lose focus, the walk for change remains on our compass
to destiny and real facts vs. opinions will be our guide for future history.
Carrie Love-atkins@copyright 2010
corrected version August 20,2010
I?m in a new world of strange sounds
I?m in a familiar world yet of different tongues
And I somehow feel at home
This was the dream I wanted to own
Yesterday I was so down, eager for a dreamy reality to own
Today here I am, my dreams having won, yet still stuck in ?Now?
I wanna dream even more of the heavens yet to be
I wanna live like a mortal with the destiny of a king
Still the sounds are so clear in my mind
I feel the vibrations of their laughter in my heart
I feel the fire of pain in the wounds they hurt
Yet I still have that voice of forgiveness humming deep in my heart
I am the prince and the prophet
The price of their peace is in my wallet
When the time is right I must pay for their rackets
Such is the game whose rules I squash in my racket
I still believe in the dreams of a better modernity
I still pine and plan to rise in spite of my bondage with mediocrity
I must find a means to benefit from the trash of my history
I must achieve my dreams so as to disapprove the unfavourable history
Warnings abound of my biting off more than I can chew
Confidence within assures me my mouth isn?t as weak hence I can aptly handle my
chew
I am dancing to a beat so loud within I do not need the party
The path I am treading is of a virgin destiny, hence it can only imprint my new
footprints