Roaring African Diamond, Rolling Thunder, Beloved Warrior—
Cotton’s Violent Cr-owner craving Tougher, Blacker Pickers
praying Brother, Sisters, Mothers, Fathers couldn’t recover
Delight, Comfort, Dignity, Respect, Fortune, Majesty… covered
Blinded Visions, Inhuman Vitriol flowing through Uncivil
Society. Grander Savages casting Shallow Shadows; Ignoble
Secrets. Darkest Templar, Limited Freedom belongs Nowhere.
July 22, 2011
A sea of flowers and candles grew outside the Cathedral
- in total 15 tons
Solidarity, an unbreakable bond of care, democracy
Terrorist attack, 77 people died
grotesque images on the retina
Sound of gunshots and desperate screams
The killers ideology
referred to himself as "A Templar knight"
Artists Tobbe Malm and Tone Karlsrud
invite blacksmiths from all over the world
to forge roses in iron as a memorial
People acted spontaneously
Grief was wrought in iron
"The iron roses" ... the abyss sea
will always remind us of all those we lost
"Hidden in heaven, but never forgotten"
BLACK AND WHITE
The skull and crossbones, in black and white
Recognised by all as pirates on the high seas
For many innocent victims, it caused a fright
Ordered on deck to get down on their knees
Sometimes, crew and others never survived
Booty taken and all such evidence destroyed
The pirates’ discipline was seen as contrived
With fair shares all round that they enjoyed
Then there was a new category of freebooter
With a royal grant to steal the enemy’s gold
But still, in the end, everyone was a looter
Some was kept for themselves, we are told
But in the first truly worldwide merchant fleet
That distinctive flag or ensign was an exemplar
Sailing under holy orders, and quite discreet
Vessels that belonged to the Knights Templar
When my friend fell off a wall,
I phoned up the local clinic.
“He’s got cracks,” I said in the call.
They said, “Bring him for a visit.”
As we parked he looked with fright,
Upon all the men who were dressed
As a bunch of Templar chef-knights,
With spatulas on their crest.
My pal was such the cynic,
Demanding we get out of there.
But I said, “It’s the King’s Clinic,
And there’s none finer anywhere.”
He then asked for other sources,
And really started to beg;
"Coz there’s a wheeled bowl pulled by horses,"
Claimed my friend, H. Dumpty the egg.
ACRE
Well, is it better to travel than arrive
Getting there doesn’t mean you rest
As that is when exploring starts again
To return here, nobody knows when
Stand on the walls and beat your chest
Such adventures make you feel alive
For some, the journey starts right here
Exploring, thinking, seeing the sights
Digging to realise what history applies
Perhaps seeing this through their eyes
With flaming torches as the only lights
As their destruction was drawing near
But all that was about a millennium ago
Still burning bright in the local identity
Ruined castle walls and a narrow street
Are reminiscent of that painful defeat
All changed forever in that first century
And some events that none will know
The Templar history is calling so strong
What is written seems prejudicial at best
Tunnels and secret passages still survive
And to discover the truth, one must strive
The scratched out writing is a palimpsest
Time for more digging before too long
NON NOBIS DOMINE
Significant, back in the day
Was the Knight Templar cross pattee
Red and stout with its flattened ends
A different message that it sends
Papal directives to obey
Significant, back in the day
A secretive knightly order
Sent to the Holy Land border
To take and keep Jerusalem
The holy city, a real gem
Significant, back in the day
Try to keep Saladin away
The order grew and was wealthy
Their cavalry charge not stealthy
For years, kept enemies at bay
Significant, back in the day
Soldiers raise their holy swords,
To the heavens as they,
Give the oath to protect God and the church.
Such swords are adorned with gems,
Blessed only by God,
Which glows with a testament of honor.
The white tunic instills,
Innocence and purity,
As the red cross symbolizes,
The blood of Christ.
These promises are only kept,
By their silence and,
Giving their life to keep them.
The king and pope betrayed,
The soldiers of Christ.
Yet, after eight hundred years,
Their silence still reigns.
The rumors of their escape,
To distant lands is true.
God blessed the knight's templars.
They kept their oath.
They kept their promise.
One thing is very true,
Treasured documents, Gold, and the chalice,
Has never been found.
I would like to think the heart and soul,
Of the templars resides in heaven,
Protecting the one person that,
They vowed to never leave or betray.
Dirt covered through the ages,
Showing hidden lines,
Into grooved stone fossils.
They guide us into history,
By the cradle of time,
At the beginning where it all started.
When man was a drop of water,
In a pool of the great river.
They say the great river that separates,
Good from evil where men buried riches.
Where they moved mountains in order to hide history,
From all trying to destroy it.
He tells the stories, yet no one listens.
They have no heart no vision and,
No knowledge of what was,
Only trying to find the amber lost in the hills.
The amber is forever lost to the heart of man.
Only the greed of the ancients is cursed.
They have no heart.
They do not see the history.
They want to destroy it.
There is a secret society,
Known as the "Knights Templar."
They keep it hidden away from those,
Trying to destroy history.
The amber.
The light.
It is forever guarded by the many descendants,
Of the Knights Templar.
Their watch is never over.
The dream when the moon sneaks in my room,
I feel it in my heart and soul.
I see the red string floating, guiding, leading me away.
I'm walking, searching, looking when,
I hear the ocean calling,
Leading me to a mystical cave.
I see it as I enter,
That one look takes my breath away.
All I see is red.
A beautiful woman in a red dress and,
She holds a red scarf in one hand and,
A golden crown in the other.
I see this mural on the wall,
Like a hidden secret.
Then I see another of soldiers kneeling in,
In white tunics with a bright red cross,
These Knights Templar raise their swords,
Offering their allegiance.
Who is she, and who brought me here?
I wake up seeing that red scarf in my chair.
I smile, saying, now the real mystery begins.
Denying us a reply
Does many faults imply:
That you do wrong routes ply
And don’t knowledge supply…
Is it about bundles
He lazily trundles:
Appointments he had missed
But remorselessly hissed?
Was it that he had fought
And more Bloodletting sought
Or the way he chuckles
While watching Who Suckles?
Starve me you do response
And self in chair ensconce;
On words playing for puns…
Like Gone Simon Templar
You could things make simpler:
Why did you, at last, part
With Albert Bonaparte?
Ancient Conspiracies
Thousands of years ago
They came to earth
Alien shapeshifting reptilian creatures
From Sirius the dog star
They founded Atlantis
Enslaved humanity
They destroyed Atlantis
In a nuclear war
The descendants walk among us
To this day
Forming an ancient conspiracy
The shapeshifters are everywhere
Could be any one
They are the secret power
Behind everything
Their name is legend
Satan
Lucifer
Illuminati
Free masons
Knight templar
The trilateral commission
The committee that does not exist
Their goal
Total enslavement of humanity
With the shapeshifters in charge
And they are so close
To achieving their goals
Be afraid be afraid
The end of the world
Is at hand
As the committee
Prepares for the final
Invasion of the earth.
I am trying very hard
To see the light
Along that dark boulevard
It's blinding my sight
The empty dark
Twisted leap of fate
Trying to start a spark
Building a stone gate
But no matter how strong
No matter how narrow
No matter how long
A lost templar
Somehow managed to break in
Little by little
Damaged the wall within
After his mission
Whatever it was
Lost again
Now from your vision
Left you there in that dim castle
Broken and baffled
What have you done?
And all were left are tears
Anxiety and deadly pain
All you have are fears
But you'll have to start over again
29 January 2018
Do you care for me
I ask. As I shall do for
You?
Will you lead me by the
Heart? As for I shall
Never break the valve
Which has brandished the
Templar construment of living
Past the certain and polarising
The rising of God's Mom into
A statue of liberty and mutal
Understandings his father
Had given reason only to smile
Upon the risen, and grieve for
The laughter slurred skies
Spoke openingly about the
Beginning being that and the
End being this.
If it has become any concerns
Of yours to delve into the lapsed
Forms of times broken promisings
Then you would have come across
Patience which letters eighteenth
Centuries ago that what we have
Done together should never be
Despaired from the martyrs along
Masked conception of rivers
Twist and bends with the calling
Of what you have turned the other
Cheek looming over fervently.
My father did hasten
and had interest in the Knights Templar
that's not why I chasten
and believe in immortality and death exemplar
In medieval times they were protectors
of Christians during their travel
now they're getting ready for the last days as directors
and spreading this message to unravel
They were called the Poor Knights of the Temple of King Solomon
and lived at the Temple Mount
now the Master of the Order is a General of this group chop-fallen
truth or not it's a captivating account
It's possible the deities were angels
and people were worshiping them as gods
that goes against the Bible as does turning tables
in regards to the pagan beliefs they are at odds
I guess it's a way to play dress up
in the current World Order creating anarchy
that's not their role and they will mess up
when the final trumpet sounds to humanity
Honour lies in a Templar tomb
webs of time and dust of long dead life
cover like a blanket
but bringing no comfort
strange wherever there is comfort there is pain
Hope lies close by ripped and torn
indistinguishable from the flotsam that sprinkles the floor
The silence says little
and sunlight seems to change its mind
and halted brings life to grit within the air
and upon a broken stone
the words
the soul was always gone
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