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Michael E. Harris Poem
I want to be paid in Silver.
I wish to be paid in Gold.
Understand our fiat Dollars,
Are not being backed by Gold
I don't want your Vaccines.
I don't need your Meds.
I don't want the Government
playing with our Heads.
Government claims we're Non-Conformist.
We won't walk with You.
Look at all the Sheeple.
They don't have a Clue.
They prey on your Medications.
They except Government Vaccines.
All along, they don't Know,
What goes on behind the Scene.
Genetically Modified Organisms.
That means Me and You.
Spread the word to the Uninformed.
For they don't have a Clue.
Is it really We The People?
Or, Corporations who pay to Rule.
Manipulation through the Media.
It's a Mind controlling Tool.
Printing money from thin Air.
It's really getting Old.
It's time for Corporations,
And their Agenda to be Exsposed.
Understand I'm just a Poet.
I'm not being Paid.
Understand, American Voters.
You are being Played.
Copyright © Michael E. Harris | Year Posted 2016
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Michael E. Harris Poem
I BUTTON THE SHUTTERS HIGH AND LOW,
AS HIGH STRONG WINDS BEGIN TO BLOW.
A NIGHT OF TERROR BEFORE MY EYES,
AS DARK GRAY CLOUDS HAVE FILLED THE SKIES
I MAKE READY THE FIREPLACE TO PROVIDE SOME HEAT.
TO WARM THE HOUSE AND MY FEET.
I TAKE TO MY CHAIR WITH AN UNCORKED BRANDY.
MY RAINCOAT AND BOOTS STAND BY HANDY.
LIGHTNING STRIKES AS THE CLOCK STRIKES TEN.
A NIGHT OF HORROR HAS YET TO END.
I READ MY NOVEL TO PASS THE NIGHT.
THIS STORM SHOULD SUBSIDE BY MORNING LIGHT.
POURING RAIN KNOCKS AT THE DOOR.
A DRAFT CREEPS IN AROUND THE FLOOR.
FULL FIERCE WINDS NOW PREVAIL
AND BRING WITH THEM BALLS OF HAIL.
SWIRLING WINDS RIP THE SHUTTER FREE.
A DEADLY STORM IN PURSUIT OF ME.
THUNDEROUS ROARS COME AND GO.
A FULL MOON LIT WITH A STRANGE DARK GLOW.
HOWLING WINDS RATTLE THE GLASS.
ICE COLD RAINS WATER THE GRASS.
AT 4 AM I POUR A BRANDY.
I GRAB MY FLASHLIGHT I KEEP HANDY.
I CHECK THE HOUSE FOR SUDDEN LEAKS.
THIS WICKED STORM HAS REACHED IT'S PEAK.
OUTSIDE THE WINDOW A NICE SURPRISE.
ON THE HORIZON A NEW SUNRISE.
LIGHTS ARE OUT, THROUGHOUT THE TOWN.
CLEARING SKIES SEEM INBOUND.
THIS WICKED STORM LOOKS TO PASS.
BUT NOT BEFORE LEAVING A TREE ON MY GRASS.
ONE MORE BRANDY I SHALL POUR.
BEFORE I OPEN MY FRONT DOOR.
NOW THAT THE STORM HAS GONE AWAY.
I'LL ASSESS THE DAMAGE THROUGHOUT THE DAY.
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Michael E. Harris Poem
DURING MY WORLDLY TRAVELS, I MET ARTHUR ITIS.
TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH HE WASN'T THE BRIGHTEST.
HIS GOAL IN LIFE IS DISTRIBUTING PAIN.
HE LOVES TO ACT UP DURING WINTER AND RAIN,
I WAS ONCE AT A PARTY, HOSTED BY MR. GRIM REAPER.
I WAS BOUNCING AROUND WHEN I SPOTTED A KEEPER.
FASCINATINGLY ATTRACTIVE, WITH A SCIENTIFIC TYPE NAME.
SHE SIMPLY PREFERRED, BEING CALLED MARY JANE.
HER PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO DRIVE AWAY PAIN,
FROM THOSE PLAGUED WITH ARTHRITIS EVEN MENTALLY INSANE.
HER WORK IS AMAZING, ESPECIALLY HER JELLS.
QUITE THE RELIEF FOR THOSE LIVING IN HELL.
SHE'S THE LIFE OF THE PARTY, WITH A BAD REPUTATION.
IN THE MEDICAL WORLD, SHE'S KNOW ACROSS NATIONS.
SO HERE WE STAND BETWEEN RIGHT AND WRONG.
AND ALL WE WANT IS ARTHRITIS BE GONE.
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Michael E. Harris Poem
ON A MOON LIT NIGHT I STOOD ON THE SHORE
LISTENING TO THE OCEANS THUNDEROUS ROAR
VICIOUS WAVES CRASHING ON THE ROCKS
CREATED MANY DISTURBING THOUGHTS
UP ABOVE A GLORIOUS SIGHT
A FULL MOON PASSING THROUGH THE NIGHT
SURROUNDED BY BILLIONS OF TWINKLING STARS
I HAND TO PONDER JUST WHO WE ARE
NO LONGER COULD I HEAR THE OCEANS ROAR
FELT I WAS STANDING BEFORE HEAVENS DOOR
THE DARKEST BLUE THE NIGHT SKY
CAUSED ME TO PONDER THE QUESTION WHY
OF THE BILLIONS OF STARS THAT I COULD SEE
I HAD TO ASK JUST WHO ARE WE
MY LITTLE CREATURA ON THE SHORE
CAME THE ANSWER FROM BEYOND THE DOOR
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Michael E. Harris Poem
She appeared through the darkness,
Crawled into my bed
Twisted herself right into my head.
She cast a spell
That would last all night
And dissipate with morning light.
I would tell you
If I could
She spoke a language not understood.
I was mesmerized.
I couldn't resist.
I followed her right into a mist.
Reds and blues
Purple-ish shades.
Lit up this scene in a beautiful way.
Then she stopped.
Right at the edge.
Lifted her arms as if making a pledge
A burst of colors
Gold, yellow and white.
It would impact my vision as an incredible sight.
She started to rise,
Up off the ground,
Slowly...slowly started spinning around.
I was mesmerized.
Didn't know what to think.
In a way Ifelt I had too much to drink.
She started to glow.
And the glow just got brighter.
I had this sensation of feeling much lighter.
I could see past her beauty
For the very first time.
At the very same moment scared out of my mind.
I observed my surroundings
And then looked below
I look to be floating and appear to be gold.
All of a sudden I felt her touch
This might sound crazy
But this was too much.
I had this sensation
A burning desire
At any moment I could burst into fire.
Incredible beauty.
Yet she terrifies me.
I must get away but don't know how to break free.
I can't run away
She's inside my head.
I know I'm asleep, asleep in my bed.
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Michael E. Harris Poem
I OPENED A DOOR TO A WORLD APART.
THE SECRET WORLD OF LIVING ART.
PAINTED WITH COLOR OF DISBELIEF,
HATRED AND ANGER WITH MAGNIFICENT GRIEF.
WHERE MASS STARVATION IS A REALISTIC SCENE.
LIKE BROKEN HART AND EMPTY DREAMS.
IT'S NOT WHAT THEY EAT, IT'S WHATS EATING THEM.
DAY AFTER DAY AGAIN AND AGAIN.
WITH THE STENCH OF CORRUPTION FLOATING IN AIR
AND REPORTERS AND TOURIST EVERYWHERE.
A GALLERY OF ART OF LIVING HUMAN BEINGS.
CONTROLLED BY THE MASTERS AT THE ART OF DECEIVING.
PAVLOV'S THEORY COMES TO MIND.
CONTROLLED BY MEDS AND SUSPENDED IN TIME.
THIS IS A WORLD OF SHEEPLE NOT BEINGS.
WHERE PSYCHOPATHS RULE AND ENJOY WHAT THEY'RE SEEING.
I AM STANDING AT THE CORNER OF SHEEPLE AND MAIN.
IT'S MY UNDERSTANDING THIS WORLDS INSANE.
Copyright © Michael E. Harris | Year Posted 2018
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Michael E. Harris Poem
THE WEAK ARE BEING
PREYED UPON.
MOST DON'T HAVE A CLUE.
GLOBALIST HAVE A GOAL.
THEIR GOAL, CONTROLLING YOU.
BIG PHARMA HAS YOUR DNA.
WHAT DO YOU THINK
THEY'LL DO?
GENETICALLY MODIFY
HUMAN BEINGS?
THAT MEANS ME AND YOU.
TECHNOLOGY IS A DANGER.
WHEN IN WICKED HANDS.
ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE CONTROLLED
TO FALL PREY TO THEIR DEMANDS.
THERE ARE THOSE, WHO BELIEVE,
FREE WILL IS NOT YOUR RIGHT.
IF THE MASSES ELEVATE
CONSCIOUSNESS.
THEY WILL LOSE THEIR FIGHT.
THEIR FIGHT TO CONTROL
THE POPULOUS.
EVERYTHING WE THINK SAY AND DO.
THEY REFUSE, TO RELINQUISH
POWER.
WHICH IS AUTHORITY OVER YOU.
TRANSHUMANISM
ISN'T SOMETHING NEW.
IT'S BEEN AROUND FOR MANY YEARS.
NANO CHIPS INSIDE YOUR HEAD?
AN ATTEMPT TO QUELL THEIR FEARS.
WHEN THEY CONTROL THEIR TECHNOLOGY,
PLANTED IN OUR HEADS.
THEY CONTROL WITH A CLICK OF A
MOUSE IF WE LIVE OR SHOULD BE DEAD.
BIG PHARMA IS NOT RESPONSIBLE
FOR THE VACCINE RELATED DEAD.
TELECOMS AND COMMUNICATIONS
NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CANCERS
OF THE HEAD.
SOME POLITICIANS ARE BOUGHT
AND PAID FOR.
SOME ELITIST LIKE TO BOAST.
INTERNATIONAL CORPORATIONS
BELIEVE THIS DESERVES A TOAST.
POPULATION CONTROL
THROUGH GENOCIDE
IS A FORM OF EXECUTION.
ELEVATED CONSCIOUSNESS
WILL LEAD TO A REVOLUTION.
I TIP MY HAT TO THE TRUCKERS.
WHO DECIDED TO MAKE A STAND.
ATTEMPTING TO SAVE OUR
FREEDOMS OUR LIVES AND OUR
LANDS.
I AM JUST A POET.
JUST WRITING WHAT I SEE.
WHEN IT COMES TO FREEDOM.
FREEDOM IS NEVER FREE.
Michael E. Harris
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Michael E. Harris Poem
HE WAS AN AUGUR,
SHE WAS A SIGN,
OF HOW THINGS WOULD BE
IN A MATTER OF TIME.
WITHOUT SAYING A WORD,
SHE DREW HIS ATTENTION.
TO GODS GIVEN GIFTS
WHICH ARE OFTEN NOT MENTIONED.
PEACE AND TRANQUILITY
OR JUST A REFLECTION
OF THE SPIRITUALLY ENLIGHTENED
AS SHE FACED HIS DIRECTION.
DEEP IN THOUGHT
HE HEARD HIMSELF SAY.
HOW CAN I TOO
BECOME ONE OF THIS WAY.
UNEXPECTED RESPONSE
WAS CLEARLY PROJECTED.
YOU'RE A CREATURE OF GOD
AND NEVER REJECTED.
OPEN YOUR MIND.
SET YOURSELF FREE.
SURROUND YOURSELF
WITH TRANQUILITY.
HE TURNED HIS HEAD,
TO LOOK AROUND.
NEVER BEFORE
A THOUGHT SO PROFOUND.
HE TOOK A DEEP BREATH.
THAN SET IT FREE.
THE GOAL IN MIND.
PUT THE MIND AT EASE.
IT WASN'T THAT EASY.
IT WAS MORE LIKE A TEST.
TO REACH HIS GOAL.
HE WOULD GIVE IT HIS BEST.
HE THOUGHT OF THE SIGN.
HE SAW ONCE BEFORE.
HE SAT HIMSELF DOWN.
DOWN ON THE FLOOR.
HE FOCUSED ON BREATHING.
TO SLOW DOWN THE HART.
IT ALL CAME TOGETHER,
BECAUSE THIS WAS AN ART.
STILL SITTING THERE,
AFTER DAY TURNED TO NIGHT.
HE FINALLY STOOD UP
AT THE SIGN OF SUN LIGHT.
HE STOOD ON HIS FEET.
IT WAS THEN HE REALIZED.
WHAT GOES ON IN MY HEAD.
IS SEEN THROUGH YOUR EYES
Copyright © Michael E. Harris | Year Posted 2019
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Michael E. Harris Poem
THE BANKSTERS LAUGHED WHEN THEY HEARD THE PLAN.
THIS PLAYED RIGHT IN TO THEIR HANDS.
DOES CRYPTOCURRENCY EVEN EXIST?
IS THIS SOMETHING I CAN GRIP IN MY FIST?
A CASHLESS SOCIETY, A MAGNIFICENT PLAN.
STEAL YOUR EARNINGS BECAUSE THEY CAN.
DON'T BUY SILVER DON'T BUY GOLD.
IT'S NOT MONEY THE SHEEPLE WERE TOLD.
THE SHEEPLE RUSHED IN TO BE THE FIRST IN LINE.
I THOUGHT TO MYSELF. THEY DONE LOST THEIR MINDS.
PAY WITH YOUR PHONE. PAY ONLINE.
WITH CRYPTO CASH YOUR BOUND TO SAVE TIME.
BOUND WAS THE WORD. THEY WERE BOUND FOR SURE.
PLAYED LIKE SUCKERS WHO SWALLOWED THE LURE.
THE SHEEPLE WERE HOOKED, THEY HAD NO CHOICE.
THE BANKSTERS PLAN, HAD A GOVERNMENTS VOICE.
THEN ONE DAY, IT WAS GONE OVER NITE.
DON'T EVEN CRY FOUL, YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT.
IT WAS ALL ELECTRONIC. WITH NO PAPER TRAIL.
THE SHEEPLE WERE FORCED INTO PAYING THE BAIL.
WITH A FLIP OF THE SWITCH, THE CRYPTO WAS GONE.
JUST LIKE THE BANKSTERS PLANNED ALL ALONG.
TO THE BANKSTERS MY FRIENDS, WE ARE DEBT SLAVES
YET, IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE THAT WAY.
SILVER BARS YOU CAN GRIP WITH YOUR FIST.
SHOW THE BANKSTERS AND WATCH THEM GET PISSED.
SILVER EAGLES ARE LEGAL TENDER.
FORCE THE BANKSTERS TO TAKE NOTE AND SURRENDER.
05202017
Copyright © Michael E. Harris | Year Posted 2017
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Michael E. Harris Poem
THE PITCHER SHAKES OFF ANOTHER SIGN.
I START TO WONDER WHATS ON HIS MIND.
WITH SWEAT RUNNING OFF MY BROW,
I NEED A HIT AND I NEED IT NOW.
BASES LOADED WE'RE DOWN BY THREE.
THE GAMES OUTCOME DEPENDS ON ME.
THE CATCHER RUNS OUT TO THE PITCHERS MOUND.
THEY NEED ME TO HIT IT ON THE GROUND.
I CHECK THE DUGOUT, THEY'RE ALL ON EDGE.
THE INFIELD DEFENSE FORMS A WEDGE.
I STEP BACK IN THE BATTERS BOX.
A FAN SHOUTS OUT, IT'S TIME TO ROCK!
THE TENSION'S THICK AND STARTS TO MOUNT,
BASES LOADED WITH A 3-2 COUNT.
THE PITCHER NOD'S TO CONFIRM THE SIGN.
THEN HE GO'S INTO HIS WIND.
IT'S A FASTBALL, IT LOOKS FAT.
I MAKE CONTACT WITH MY BAT.
CENTER FIELDER STARTS RUNNING BACK.
NOW HE'S ON THE WARNING TRACK.
HE LOOKS UP, IT'S OUTA HERE.
THE CROWD ERUPTS AND START TO CHEER.
ALL MY TEAM MATES SWARM HOME PLATE.
THIS IS WHAT MAKES BASEBALL GREAT.
Copyright © Michael E. Harris | Year Posted 2017
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