Nostradamus -
more prophetic that host o' llamas;
his predictions would stun.
He said there'd be a war - a big one!
Nostradamus, born Michel de Nostradame
French astrologer and seer; a famous name.
He accurately predicted fire, flood, and fate...
Many of which came true about a century late
Oceans sustain
Sometimes in vein
Procreate life to remain
Oceans breed
Bleed indeed
Proliferate that decreed
Oceans mediate
The lowly reprobate
In tides which duplicate
Oceans fluctuate
Repeatedly replicate
What God doth advocate
Oceans hide
Places provide
Crucibles which collide
Oceans strive
Remain alive
Contrive, derive and survive
Oceans are
Therefore by far
Marvels a bizarre repertoire
Some have regarded you as a prognosticator.
Others have considered you a prevaricator.
How far into the future can one person see?
Could you really see what was coming in the sixteenth century?
With your poetic passages known as “quatrains”,
many believe you held the future’s reins.
Your words made your prophecies quite mystical.
However, the language you used was equivocal.
Despite your writings many consider so vague,
compatriots called you a healer who conquered the plague.
However, you could not save your family from death.
The disease took you wife and children’s last breath.
You lived during the renaissance age of men.
It is questionable whether you were a genius or charlatan.
There are many interpretations of what you had to say.
Some debate over the meanings of your quatrains remains today.
private function for soul mates and the pope
perceptions of the worlds imperfections have taken their toll
my own voodoo queen a personal jesus
saints of luck and time
The pope who exercised the last
made me flee my home
the game of life
setting up the future so ican be reborn
soulmate calls me by my name
pope calls out the demon
doing this for my brother
three families to be reborn for the occasion
preparing themselves to find their own answers
for the onslaught that may occur
a voice told me to go find myself
walking in circles reaching out
latent powers of this will work under rug swept
swimming the english channel
so you can win your own lottery
but as i walk on this muddy water
what have you done for me lately
god's plan
Working late at night,
The seer gazes into time:
Through a water bowl.
In private study,
He trembles in his robe as-
Foresight...fills the room.
Through late night vigils;
Divine splendor set to page:
He foretells of time.
Fanciful visions,
In the countless prophecies;
Bizarre imagery.
One-thousand quatrains,
Layered with lurid details:
Keenly...camouflaged.
Bold...obscure verses,
Flow with brave trepidation:
From a ceaseless quill.
With his astrolabe,
His poetic prophecies-
Speak of disaster.
Visions of dear days,
Recorded on parchment by-
The hand of a sage.
Dark clouds gather
where Nostradamus principals
spin the axis of time.
There is no tomorrow here
where nightmares co-exist
in the power plays
of the unfortunates,
only fate
spun out in yard-lengths
of misery
and hopelessness
woven in shades of gray
and gossamer.
Fairytales
told to us
to keep us still
and unknowing,
distractions,
distortions
self medicated with shopping malls
and fantasy
we obey.
Armageddon,
we await your rescue.
Purge us of persecution
and prison cells
and the bathroom stalls of factory lifetimes,
save us from boredom and mediocrity
show us that there is something bigger
than they....are.
Save us from what we have made of ourselves.
Implosion of ideals
re-seeding the universe
in the springtime of existence.
If I say I see the future
Will you laugh and point the blame
At the drugs that I am taking
To end this constant pain
But I tell you I see you death
Just like Nostradamus revelations
But mine arent as vague as his
So you wont lose it in interpretation
My quadrients are like fortune cookies
For they are all to kind
"You will soon find love thats next to you"
Give me a break this crap is blind
The love its really talking about
Is the one that death has for you
Can you feel her embrace like a mother
Blowing in your ear waiting for her clue
Just as Socrates had Plato
To pass his vision too
Like the suicide of Hitler
Turned out to be a fake like you
So here is my quadrient not so vague
It goes without saying it has your name
"Tears forming clear from your eyes
A king will die tonight from your smile
But dont take for granted the one near you
For she will stab your heart though a prize"
Within 100 years we all die.......this is true
It doesnt take a genius to figure this one too
The Bride to be, first upon the red planet
To lead a force of three among rocky pits
Cloaked in brilliant white, face of golden glass
Upon the face of the god of war she now sits.
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