Conversations Of Children

The tumult in the heart
Waits for answers
Keeps asking real questions
And in the same tone of voice

It whispers, the only answer is love/
These conversations keep starting
And there is only us
The tumult in the heart

Is an eternal equation
Meant for two, like beating the same
With the same meaning of a life
Waiting for news of some Beloved

The tumult in the heart/
Is as old as the world
She converses with every part of
My body, your body, our world

The tumult in the heart
Waits for children to speak
Our children, no one could tell the difference
Whose children these were
For they were hybrids of the new world.

Communal Sunlit Ethic

Give me Psalms for a life
Well lifted, and gratitude in store
Give me morning embraces of altruism
To make the world a better place!

Give me a life that is real, earnest, positive!
For I am tired of living in fear
If love is not the goal, O’ soul
Tell me what should be your living poetry?

Give me art that is long, harmonious
To cherish the hours that were once our own
In the world’s brief battle field, let us say
That we loved, and fought for her

That the future is simply the recurrent present
And in surrender to the higher joys
We found our place, at the foot of compassion
At the summit of bliss is an acceptance of fate

Give me Sacred Constellation prayers
For minutes that were built with peace
For the living morning of a greater love
By the evening star, by the lighthouse

By the chapel of the heart, by the flight of childhood
Give me row after row of Beloved language
A light to lift my seaside faith
In lyrics of the purity of soul.

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Advent of the World Government

The collapse of credibility was engineered
One by one the Great powers fell, governments
Dethroned by protesters, the people enacting
The will of the Illuminati powers

The media became a kind of fiction
Like old plots from science fiction movies
Come true, it was all an absurd script
Everything was ‘leaked’ and pawned

The secret architecture of the new world was in place
Governments are slave-unions to the Elite
Presidents are faces for corrupt intentional designs
Don’t think Governments end the world
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Smaller populations are more easily controlled
World Wars profit the few, this is the repeated tyranny
Corporate feudalism, Free-market sham, American Dream
The new Totalitarian state is a global system

The bankers have been preparing for this
They plan to murder, genocide the useless drones
With new drones, engineered bloodless massacres
The final famine will be the culmination of a plan
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The world will burn for the greed of the powerful
And the populace shall believe the World Government is good
And rebellion will be a crime, free-will will be monitored
The machine will be a massive propaganda

We are already serfs in their subversive Sovereignty
Divide and conquer, they will feign different parties
But it has always been a United Nations old-boys club
The history and advent of new empires is always brutal.

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The Engineered Superman

Life is not life with footsteps ascending
Transcendence with a mystical breeze
A Heavenly Death through technology?
These skyward great cloud-masses

They frequent memory as a far-off star
Some soul is passing over Earth
On frontiers of Transhuman time

Life is not life, with chips implanted
The brain no longer trembles at cybernetic input
Hymns of the spirit are now made in matrixes

Life is not life, in virtual sunshine
The memes are software downloaded into us
Some supercomputer presence knows me

The temple of the mind is a many-faced god
On the altar of progress, evolution is wireless
I am a soul incarnated into silicon eyes
Life is not life with a spirit manufactured.

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Fractal Fabric of Experience

To the garden of the world
I hear your voice, with potent mates
Friends, amorous, mature

All beautiful to me, so much resurrection
In so few years, how can it be?
Wave after wave, souls of minds

Hearts of experience, following
Beauty, truth, the slumber of time
Unfolded out of spiral-folds

Out of the birth canal, wombs, brains
Unfolded out of strong ancestry
To the garden of the world

I hear your lies, with shifting governments
Enemies, corrupt, inconceivable
Still this land is beautiful to me

So much transformation, sympathy without justice
Years without greatness, shaping ourselves
Out of divine necessity, going back to the
Fields of the inimitable last clues of youth.

Fragment: To One True Fate

Is not today enough, love upon the seas of fate?
Few flowers grew upon the wintry way
This is spring and summer of my cheerful return
Sufficient unto the day of my last belonging’s tide
That discord was and but a dim slave
And sorrow a petty repetition in the brain
Is not love enough, enough for today?
I have wandered long enough
Like an ocean, homeless and unconfined
But these days appear like a settled-dream
As if a warm and gentle atmosphere
Kept me close and sweet and tender
In the health of our shared wealth of soul
It is enough, to make the spirit sing
With the speed of singing love’s own name.

Fragment: Human Love

Aye, Music, thou art the food of love
As is divine speech, as is the eye’s regard
Love feeds then upon the beauty
Of the secret sweet self of the other
Till all becomes music once again
And silence in love, another fragment of hearing
For giving’s glow is a virtue unto itself
Aye, it’s all a part of the warm return
That thine heart follows pure thoughts
To return to our Dear home at last
As if with all earliest hopes and joys
And all the treasures that memory can make
Lovely recompense for bitter former tears
A fragment of music, a shelf of home comfort
Aye, human love is but a portion of the Great Spirit
That nurtures our humanity of unimagined caves
Giving a voice to the mysterious waves
Sound, heart, touch, moments freed in harmony.

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