They are, of course!
Alas
we have long lost
the ability to build them;
also the means
to correct
the ancient’s error;
and lift,
rotate,
and insert one of them
positive point
down.
Glaring sun blinds me
Lilliput figure hastening
Optimizing invisibility
Disguised by grains of sand
Hitting my eye
Visual assault
All to scuttle sideways
Robes flailing
Vacuum vortex shimmering
Cleopatra screaming
Asp fang flashing
History repeating
So transforms the desert
Page after page
Of the book of mirages
Slow zoom out
Watching the pyramids
Hiding the truth
Open your heart to multi-dimensional reality
for when it comes to the soul,
it is not about frugality
Dive into new possibilities and transverse
into the abyss of new cosmic hope,
we are beings of light, diverse !!!
2025’s manuscript
Tips off the rip-offs as we’re gypped!
When oligarchs die
They'll not greed deny
But flip us the bird from their crypt
Dead planet
Walk, just walk, deserts, mountains, valleys, ravines, and craters give the view
In horrific landscapes, no life exists, oceans, seas, forests, or green flower fields.
Silence the ruler of this planet, the invisible frozen past from thousands of years ago
Destructed civilization, atomic bombs, this is the truth. The Mars is a dead planet
Would you like to look at the satellite images and the photographs of the Mars rovers?
Pyramids are interesting and not natural objects and shapes. A lot more memories
There are pyramids on Earth, all created by the same civilization. Extraterrestrials
This civilization killed itself on Mars, we are the witnesses to their lives of heritage
We must learn from their mistakes. The Earth must always be green. The living Earth.
Home
Our home
In our solar system
Still
Does not exist
One more
Living Earth
They rise like ancient dreams
From the sands of Egypt
Gently kissing the sky
Whispering to the heavens.
How grand they are
The pyramids of Giza
With pride so high
They paint the sky.
What you see are stones stiched
With hands together so neat
Each edge lay in total agreement
To a will of a heart with ailment.
But Pharoah saw a dream
One the captures the reality of a life
That will never fade on the face of earth.
A story that stands the test of time.
Historical monumental stone structures
with enormous triangle shape.
Constructed by ancient civilisations.
Limestone or granite blocks.
Epic legendary graveyards with
religious and spiritual symbolism.
Resting place for Pharaohs,
full of ancient treasure.
Tomb of beautiful Cleopatra,
found in Egyptian sands.
Films portray her white,
but was chocolate brown.
Beware Tutakahmen's deadly curse,
greedy thieves felt force,
after stealing his jewels.
Some say it's coincidence.
I remember Cleopatra's moon,
as triangles of time
unveiled pyramids embalmed in
juniper, incensing golden dreams.
While in desolate dunes
of the sunrise Sahara,
I've engraved your initials
with pearls and diamonds.
For in lunar silence
when cylinders of stars
embellish skies with hieroglyphics,
destined twin flames ascend.
You’ll remain a musical~
maestro, choreographing our pilgrimage
to attain heaven beneath
henna herbs of love.
Pyramids in the desert
Standing silent and eternal
Watching the shifting sands
Drift across the horizon
Centuries have passed by
The sharp edges decay
Impressive still but softened
Erosion takes its toll
Behind them Cairo waits
Expanding day by day
Tourists visit camels watch
The empty royal tombs
The world is warming
Wars on all sides
Pyramids in the desert
Will outlast us all
The pyramid at Giza
is ancient they say,
but is it oldest
on the worldwide grid?
Some others say nay,
consider Java's Gunung Padang
built 27,000 years ago
a new study shows.
Archeologists raise their eyebrows,
they scoff and snort,
we must surely investigate
those most moronic upstarts.
They question timelines ordained
by us long ago;
we can't be usurped
by those deluded pretenders!
Joan Miro 'PYRAMIDS '
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I claim my Egyptian heritage of
Love, rivers, healing
Geese fly high above our pyramids
Those rocks moved with magnetic
music
Light cascading through space
Thoth dances above our crowns
I sway beneath Amun-Ra
She-He caresses my auburn hair
a deepening of irises
it was my thunder and
my own blistering hands
Nile flows freely watching
Now my goddesses sit in their Merkaba’s
chanting around an eternal flame
carrying melodies of change
violined voices on violet strings
A million workers marched barefoot
through fields or furnaces
aligning cores below to above
Sirius clapped assent
urging me out into Space
Pyramid ! Triangle of my refuge
and direction
While above signs
watched my movement
up the Squinx
to a northern node
Bronzed arms encircle my hips
as Africa unites with Asia
I did not know that
in a Southern land I
would disembark to
crack hearts of steel
with spirals of crystalline carbon
a moment at Last Supper
I relived this teaching
Myrrh rained down to
anoint
My Heart was His-
Hers !
Dear friends,
Please let me explain
I am normally gone
From the break of Spring
Until now...
Every year
I begin with a show
And in this year
As some might know
I began with a Bang!
Big orders on a scale
I have never seen...
And while my gratitude
Defies imagination
My solitude
Might lack an understanding...
And so a fun fact about me
Is that most might never see
Who I am...
I'm the right handed Jeweler
with a left handed Pen...
And I write
When I'm in sight of things...
So I'll be back
With a light type of 'hac'
To make creating with You...
Whole again.
There is never...
a bad wrap.
Reentry...481
I am the ancient
All of Them
having left all of you
each one of them,
7 ol' Kin...
came to Rumi within
and so now
we are all one again
Itz a
;D8a sum day
pink granite headstones
white cross above resting bones
down with Davy Jones
ashes thrown to the four winds
places death’s journey begins
where their spirit is
under massive pyramids
led by Osiris
not toward the Pearly Gates
where just Saint Peter awaits
stored in a grotto
angels singing vibrato
chanting staccato
entombed under earthen mounds
where their artifacts are found
still and decaying
all said to be awaiting
the Second Coming
coffins into the ground thrust
the next stage in dust to dust
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