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Inspired by Bruce Dickenson's song
Darkside of Aquarius, from the Accident of Birth Album
(Lord of the Rings video)
Here is my song-
Age of Aquarius
a future filled with love and life
sweet harmony and peace-
But, the future came with a knife
the first Hellrider bringing dread, death and
the darkside.
We were plunged into chaos as
a second rider brought us conflict
and cold thinking to constrict
with a darkness filled with terror
fascist dictators reading a script
there was no promised land in sight.
Realms of enlightenment,
of conduct, are crashing into nothingness.
Realms of enlightenment,
of conduct, are crashing into nothingness.
The third rider from hell came
with a message to kill our fellow women and men.
The fourth wave of riders were the horsemen of the Apocalypse
and we watched our crumbling world.
The horsemen yelled death to holy men,
and thus came an end of all enlightenment,
and tarot card reading became a useless tool.
Realms of enlightenment,
of conduct, are crashing into nothingness.
Existential dread and darkness closing in
and people are fleeing cities in fear,
because of this dark side of Aquarius,
and Hellriders who are stealing our minds and souls.
Realms of enlightenment,
of conduct, are crashing into nothingness.
(Guitar Solo)
I let the demons chase me to the sea,
and the rolling crashing waves.
Oh, how close they follow me,
only to be washed away in the sea,
but more are coming for me !
Got to fight, got to fight,
got to ride my white horse.
Got to fight, got to fight,
got to ride my white horse.
Got to fight, got to fight,
got to fight the demons,
got to fight the demons !
I've got to fight the demons from hell,
got to fight the demons from hell.
Got to fight the demons from hell,
Change the course of Aquarius,
change to age of Aquarius.
Change the dark side of Aquarius,
change the dark side of Aquarius . . . now !
The end of the world cometh is the mountains fold and fall They plummet the streams runneth over brooks and lakes dry up. The sun shining brightly goes from dim to dark and war is among man It's the end of the Earth. A place that we know it corrupt and vile imaginations people fighting their imaginations. Disrespect of kindred fathers against brother's Mothers Against daughters. Blood running rapid amongst the curb flowing down the streets. It is the end of the world End of the Earth as we know it, colossal mammoths falls The Earth dries and cracks open It is the end of the world as we know. It and the base revenue no one has food..Someone has elected a president no, King and yet he represents none of us and is not our doing in a policing state and everything's false no one's least yet no one's great the fall of mankind preeminent and in the goal in the vial where is the little ones where is the child the one who is riding on a white horse now man who never died yet he died at the cross coming through the air with angels mankind still in despair it is the apocalypse been waiting of a hand say Jerusalem it is the end of the Earth and that's worth there's no longer a curse for the mark of the beast he is been chained and throttled did the pit of Hell opens and once again he's kicked down to fall to the bottom?
5/3/21
His eyes as a flame of fire
On his head were many crowns
And he had a name written
that no man knew but himself
And he was clothed with a vesture
dipped in blood
And his name is called the word of God
So I read this two times I needed understanding badly
So I listen with an intensity
My Brown Eyes shyly read the other page
And the armies which were in the heaven
followed him upon the white horse clothed in linen
White and clean.
And out of his mouth continues to go a sharp sword
that with it his shoulder smite the nations ok
And he shall rule them with a rod of iron
The Kings on earth must be loved
The chosen lords in the land
And he treaded the winepress of the fierceness
and wrath of Almighty God
And he had on a vesture
On his thigh, a name is written
KING of Kings and LORD of Lords!The White Horse
The word of God
I thought about this today.
Call me a dreamer,
Maybe even a misfit believer
I guess sometimes my head gets to far in the clouded atmosphere
So far, to far...I think of things nobody might ever truly hear
I'm not exactly normal
Son of God reborn in flesh,
In America where the eagles gather to their nest
(Luke 17:37).
Long wavy hair just like they depicted, absent fear
Welcome to my teenage years
Welcome to one of the mansions, my very dorm
Got the scars to prove it,
And a scroll to stay beyond self proclaimed norms
Some might say I rode in on a white horse,
Right out of dream
Perhaps a fairy tale dimensional beam..
Hence" Walking statue dream"
My faults I think..
Are falling in love to easily
And persistently studying art constantly
Sometimes falling in hate with those that envy
Because I want you to see, I'm not your enemy
As I matured, I learned not to be so bitter,
(I was once I child starved of spiritual dinner)
Put aside what was done, to be a learner and liver
'il stop the world and melt with you'
" I made a pilgrimage to save this Human's race"
-modern English
As lightning strikes from east to west
So it is the love that beats within this Chest
I have the key
And unlock the best,
Il take the love and give you my rest
Because whenever I'm with you
I fall in bliss
I melt with you
look out from Hawaii
where summit isles peek at volcan panorama
like curious messengers scouting out ahead
where we spied Oumuamua skim slanting past
interstellar sliver rock tumbling by our yard
from Lyra curving by the sun, on to Pegasus
hyperbolic speedster, too fast for solar capture
......
am I poet enough to catch your angular drift ?
prophet of the space age
Arthur foresaw your approach some years ago
for moments our eyes meet, tangential traveller
mysterious wanderer, wonder who probes whom
wonder whether we are worth your fleeting visit
hello from us to the white-horse mythical stars
wisdom and excitement resides in not being sure
......
am I poet enough to read space between the words ?
do not stare directly
be askance, be oblique and somewhat off-kilter
watch the molten islands plume across the ocean
cosmic time, ancient journeys, canoes and planets
stumble on a meaning, kneel down, breathe in, rejoice
feel transition, change of key, symphonic rise and fall
music in the silence, in divergent destinations
......
am I poet enough to hear gaps between the notes ?
By the side of the loch some boys at play,
when into their midst there came
A beautiful white and riderless horse
with a long and flowing mane
A redheaded boy jumped up on its back,
a daring young sprite was he
And the other bold lads, as lads often do,
followed in his lee
The boys they ranged from the head to the tail,
and more clung to the side
And the pure white horse cantered along,
with the boys enjoying the ride
But one boy recalled an ancient tale,
and wished he had paid more heed,
How the slimy Kelpie could change its shape
and become a shining steed
Then the Kelpie, in this fine disguise,
would trot by the loch or mere
And the humans foolish enough to ride,
would be doomed to disappear
This unhappy boy had a grip on the tail
and he was running last
But when he tried to let it go,
he found his hand stuck fast
He twisted and turned, he tossed and thrashed,
but all to no avail
‘til he pulled out a knife, from the top of his boot,
and slashed the creature’s tail
And in that instant the Kelpie reared up,
and flew with brimstone and fire
Out over the loch and down in the deep
of the boggy marsh and mire
The boy left behind stood on the sand
and gazed where his friends been
And though the men searched for many a night,
they never again were seen
And the mothers came to sit by the loch,
to keen, to moan and cry
And in their grief they failed to see,
a pale horse trotting by.
Margaret Foster 29th August 2011
‘each uisge’ Gaelic—Water horse—Kelpie
mere—archaic, dialect. a lake or marsh.
sea-urchins in rock pools –
the flesh, a delicacy –
sparkle –
protected from the ocean
where anemones proliferate –
by a mist-glistening
heart shaped rock:
the keeper of my secrets –
a cache of memories
of mornings snorkelling
surface
eddy on the periphery
—homesick for my roots—
a keeper lost to shifting tides
white horses
masking risk in its wake …
a plastic wrapped sushi tray
on the kitsch kitchen counter
awash with the detritus of daily life—
a cold cup of coffee
milk skin
swirling like
liquescent marmoris
fluctuant under
fractured light
tender moments
where flaws hide in the spotlight
Laetrile induced
unsettling riptides
where occasionally colour swirls
marbling visions
the future liquescent …
I’m drowning in
proposals of memories
to be made with loved ones
family secrets to
be offered up
a dish that could be as
risky as Omakase …
smiling indulgently with my eyes
as a mirror-smooth ocean –
a north-westerly wind
whipping up the occasional white horse –
hides its turbulent depths
so a state of amenomania
settles over me
the final images
– as requested –
the secrets of my life
tucked away in an abditory—
eddying between past and future
the key to
unlocking it
—left in their hearts—
JOURNAL OF THE DEPRESSED *****
CHAPTER 1 (I'll be over you)
How it really feels to be me.
On bad days which seem like everyday,
The blue pen slips between my fingers,
rattles on the floor, off to bed I am, no linger.
breeding emotions that feast on my mind,
one hate Leech, two love bugs
and three years alone, but no longer.
as I lay on my bed and run through the games
played by steroid hearts in chiseled packs,
I lay on my side and never look back
or regret my past,
though bitter and iced
with every thing not nice,
I choose to remain the same
tears roll from my eyes and
I drown in their lies
of a stretched blue sky with
a castle on pink clouds,
rainbow arcing a roof, touching our hearts.
baby, he'd say, just us two, but look out!,
there's a fiery dragon of
"you are not good enough"
I can't save you, so I'll wander off
wit the us I got you,
I'll take it
along with your dreams
of me and you.
There he went,
to be another's prince on my white horse,
shameless!, the heavens spit on you,
with meteors and unreturned loves.
Black snow rain on you!
I yell from across the room
as the sound of banged door lull me to sleep.
then I dream of you,
how badly I wanted every moment back,
replayed as drama, with you and I as leads,
riding on horses' backs,
but they despised me,
shook their behinds across my mind,
and wandered off, like they never teased me.
made me look like a moment pervert.
but I will wake,
shake till my head becomes straight,
I'll wash my face,
till those clouds fade away,
I will remember you
and I'll learn to forget too,
it's easy to say,
but much more rewarding to do.
Babe! I'll be over you.
I follow you my love on a pale white horse
Of blended breed and marked discourse
A Wiley creature so tuned to you
Your pace your path the things you do
And were you but to look back at us
We appear as one interwoven thus
His pace is fast on ground or air
Feathered beast he is winged shoulder to rear.
A pleasure to mount a rascal to ride
Collusions’ of one as we fly in the sky
A magical beast as pure as the snow
Unbeknownst to you my love we go where you go
A curse for eternity a sad lovers song
I ride the pale white horse till the day I am gone
A pleasure and pride I assure you my love
To ride a pale white horse is a gift from above.
Birds in midheaven flying all around
Soaring high then gliding down
Gazing with hunger upon the town
Instinctively knowing up from down
Observing unbridled spiritual breakdown
White horse and rider with august kingly crown,
Bright white, bloodstained flowing gown
To all birds an invitation did righteously resound
A great feast of kings and commanders showdown
A feast of strong and great after the takedown.
Birds in midheaven flying all around
Soaring high then gliding down
Pleasing the rider of supreme renown
Gazing with hunger upon each town
Great Evening Meal's final countdown