Minorities

Why do we berate minorities?
It could be us, have you ever
Lived in poverty, gone hungry?
Tried to be autistic for a day?

Survived schizophrenia
Been disabled, grown old?
Have you ever broke your hip
And tried to rehabilitate?

Gone to jail and tried to
Reintegrate into society?
Have you ever been black
Or Hispanic in a society

That has predetermined your fate?
Have you gone to college
Only to find yourself
Unemployed and in debt

With student loans and credit cards
That you may never pay off?
It could have been you
Who got cancer while still young

Or suffered from depression
Until your wife left you
Or been that single mother
On welfare and without a friend

Or that immigrant who
Had to work a dead-end job
Just for a chance for their children?
Maybe it was you, who knows.

Psalm 8 – Capitalism

O Lord my God, let me not say
Let me not lie, “my God is best”
For each values experience uniquely
Selah. How many Gods have we

Invented? Rending to piece the idols
Of other gods, for our own
Cherished idols? We might worship
Money, but even the God of the

Marketplace, becomes false with debt
The Lord shall judge the people
The Nations shall suffer their karma
The Americas shall be torn apart

O Lord, let it not be said we were
Good Christians, praising only our
Version of right, our emblems of patriotism
Let it be known, we were also cruel

Unfair, corrupt, as any other Masters
That Lorded over other men, that filled
The realms with images of our likeness
Making the world love money, like we did

Capitalism was the plague that we proliferated
We rewarded evil, until the corporations
Became the high priests of our home countries
Feudal, full of disdain for the common people

Barons, full of spite for justice or freedom
O Lord, in thine anger, if though shall destroy
Parts of this world in thy holy crusade
Let history show the white man
Persecuted others to be like him.

Ebola as a Black Plague of our times?

[Kevin Spacey, in the 1995 movie Outbreak]

They had the plastic coffins ready
Before the panic hit, Ebola was a planned
Population reduction project

A good distraction from Economic collapse
Governments always divert your attention
At critical moments in history
The elite wish to keep their control
Ebola had no trouble infecting

Medical professionals, but they assured us
It’s not airborne, it’s only an exchange
Of fluids, so cover up your eyes

Ebola carries with it the heat of Africa
Able to make your blood boil form the inside
A post-colonial bioweapon specifically designed
To make you fear, to make you a follower
I think my stomach can feel it spreading

Around the world, in months, years
You cannot contain something like this
By simple quarantine? Even the medical staff

Don’t want any part in it, so cover your eyes
The black plague drips sinister News
In our times, the mainstream media (MSM)
Consumes with its grip, like Ebola
It has the power to consume, a portable
Killing-machine, enough to linger about doom?

Ebola is an outbreak, taken more seriously
The closer it hits to home, what is home
On a planet of billions of travelling people?

Additional Reading:
1. http://aegisacademy.com/community/ebola/
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RELIGION OF WEALTH

i

Impurity is to live unnaturally
The messengers of death come for us
With your pharmaceuticals and life-insurance
Have you made provision
For the journey friends?

ii

Like withered leaves from too much pleasure
What have we truly given to the world?
Your life will one day come to an end
And the habits of your transgressions
Will be mimicked in other lives

iii

As a civilization consumes forests, oil, iron, coal
As a world is enroached by one
Dominant predatory species
Impurity is to engineer artificiality

iv

Men will place computers in their brains
And create beings to magnify his instincts
For dominion, pleasure, greed, profit
Progress for a few entitled countries

v

All exalted by the Corporations
Impurity is to follow injustice free from civic duty
To equality, living without compassion

vi

In the pursuit of wealth as dogma
In the profit of the few, over the many, as ritual;
There is no conscience in greed
Cloaked in self-determination
No true merit, in elitist inheritance.

NO WASTED TIME

Dear youth, you cannot know
Your true potential, until you are Old!
Your Future lies ahead of you

So grip self-compassion like
A crusade of your secret revelations
The world can only Change by

Your touch, your ideas, your victories
For we do not all have your energy
Dear youth, you do know right that

We have tried to build a World of peace
That you might prosper, grow up good
But our life is brief, faster than you think

Our time is short to do Good acts
Thoughts do not keep abreast
Experience is the wisest teacher…

Dear youth, with curiosity free from fear
Be ever social, create the paradox anew
Do not be perplexed by the old instincts

Sex, beauty, knowledge, power
Their time will pass too, but plan
To share a loving cup, and never hold a grudge

To find one’s place in life, can take
An entire lifetime, don’t you know?
You were made to be pioneers

To give Evolution her lasting gifts
Of revolution, and a proper place
To those who have no fair champions

Waste all the time you require to become
Who you were meant to be, Dear Youth:
Learn first-hand your chosen goal’s special charm.

‘Mong Such Unique Society

When Diamonds are a Legend And Gold, the cry of moths Then will the riches be spread And Love, be accounted for The Human Rights of patrons Where each citizen is truly free When Rubies are a Fiction And Money, …

Disinherited Europe

To Spain, Greece, France and Italy These decades are birds of passage The years overwhelm with Information, change, economy instability I hear the beat of the future Hang low in the dewy atmosphere With a beat of glowing snow I …

I am the wind going out and not coming back

Earth flows away from the shores
where I am standing I can only see
mountain and stars, the sky as night
is growing smaller with a distant shine

I as the light, miss the trees and grasses
the various people who must bear
their distress swaying like a broken flag
I who was once terrified to be alive

can now rest in feeling the oceans
Earth’s children and long-stemmed flowers
will have to do their own thing without me
men were given the earth only once

and once they took her down for cities
when will the Earth be free of him, I cannot say
though I am not glad that man’s love is as bitter
as treacherous as stealing greed, mining ores

the profit of the weary mouths of mortals
Earth flows away from the minds
she was so perfect to you a circumstance
environments enduring, climates wandering

at twilight, like butterflies in the wind
dawn lived over apple and cherry trees
a cradle for the grain your ancestors ate
I as the light, do not miss the destruction

of man’s plight to control and seize wealth
cleanse me of this animal’s untrue songs
man was not taught by the earth to hunt himself
war taught him that and pitiful leadership.

Photography Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Red-autumn-in-Ukraine-413395922

Last Protest Against Corruption

From the white podium
of my imagination, I sleep
with the dream language

of the rest of humanity
living in the republic of treason
In a world I no longer believe in

verily verily I walk the gardens there
where sarcasm has become the
dominant narrative for surviving

Nihilism, I look for the keys
Of revolution or change, but there
Are non here, politics has become

the language of mockery, infidels
the criminals who own us now
it is truly no evidence of a great soul

to live a long life here, maybe
withstanding these cruel games
From the white podium of my imagination

I have learned, how to die well
with my dream language
I trade in apparitions, and refuse
to live standing still like a dead beetle.

Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Anna-412756504

Sexism

No woman can compass despair
As one without a child, husband, family
For we as Travelers proceed

Not in a man’s world, but our own
Unconscious of the Width of Time
Unaware of evolution’s secrets hid in us

To pilot necessity without loving arms…
It is a Crucifixion to be a modern woman
With unequal pay, and duties more –

Breadwinners this time, history affirms
The feminine strength, endurance, beauty more
Than lazy men, so ignorant, so inhuman

Perhaps world, you should be ashamed
To shut out women from management
The true stewards of the Earth, those who care

No woman can compass despair
As pioneers who must strive as would men
In the bodies of women, to suffer more!

Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Vector-Woman-411922911

Poem from the 21st Century

My inner artist burns
to build a new world
past the last revolution
for something special like

Freedom and equality for all
from an umbrella of social concern
it is the youth that change
the status quo, certainly not

The hooks of flowers, the marriages
family builders, who must
play their accustomed niche
the biological imperatives

where years blur in ancestral worship
descendant divinity, evolution’s
meditation on forms: self-replication
my inner artist burns

For this corrupt economy to fail
past the years of anarchy
for something special like
an ethical communal setting

It is the youth who envision
a better future, the elders
no longer have the courage
to act upon once lofty ideals.

Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Revolution-91757837

Patriarchy in Exile

It is not doom we fear, nor extinction
We live for the brilliant present day –
Erected as if for the first time, we
Are built to survive, endure, come home to find

How our colossal steps keep us dreaming
There is no permanent haunt, we know
How to move on, forwards, afterwards
Adapt, before we fall, as we reclaim

The living bronze of another golden day
Even from futility, we have resilience
In the form of youth, and immortality –
All we find are changing altars

Alternate futures scrawled in time-machines
There is only the riddle of collective ignorance
The bribery of the profit motive of the illegitimate
That strive for supremacy, not love

It is not testosterone that makes us strong
Selfishness and vanity move us only so far.

Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/CUBOZOA-III-393220443

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
*
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
*
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.

Photography Courtesy: http://browse.deviantart.com/art/The-Machine-155388295

The End of Liberty

I’ve loaded the devil into the Matrix
Waiting to sacrifice the patriots
To profit a few for National defense
A country no longer led by the people, for the people
I am Satan, the ruling elite
A steering committee of Bilderberg-esque influence
Ready to slaughter for Totalitarian control

I’ve stolen wealth from the poor
And hid it in golden bars
The fake quantum internet is ready for deployment
My hoax is an engineered “Obama-effect”
The Left and Right do not exist

I have CNN and Fox in my pockets
Snowden is an actor, everything is staged
I am Plutocracy, with satellites and drones
I am fear who flocks to war against terrorism

I create myths to brainwash a new generation
To serve my interests, I’ve downloaded the software
Of biometrics, I’ve tagged you all
I monitor your virtual movement, your thoughts
To comply to a system, a new world order
I’ve loaded the devil into the Matrix
It won’t be long now, it’s a conspiracy that you have free-will.

Brave American Planned Holocaust

The night the world was going to end
American news portrayed fake terrorists
A propaganda machine to delude
The light of one candle, one corrupt

Dream; the puppet-masters colluded
With undisclosed profit from War
To orchestrate an End-times to reset the rat-race
We put on high boots to be ready

We stocked our basements with supplies
Because we wanted to survive
The night the world was going to end
American agencies had fractal algorithms

To control and manipulate the hearts of men
The betrayers of the New World Order
Arthur C. Clarke wasn’t too far off
The conspiracy theorists speculated for years

On the hierarchy of the warped economics
America was the heart of darkness
The origin of the greatest pangs of capitalism
The playground’s edge of World War III

In the modern day Game of Thrones
Our whole families slept when it all began
The bankers had plans to be followed
The revolutionary protestors were too late

The New World order would rise
After the great fall, some cataclysm
On the eve of anarchy, some treachery
Of false Presidents, false worship of money.

Photography Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/The-birth-of-galaxies-377871216

New World Disorder Illness

Brothers, I’ve seen some
Astonishing sights
Invisible to my eyes before
A lion in my soul kept watch

For the signs, of the end of the world
Sisters, I’ve felt the fish spawning
Life on the firm branches of new trees
The sky lit in ambivalent temperatures

Solar flares that shared the
Restlessness of the times
The Environment didn’t like
How our key fit into the universe

Extinction seemed the logical
Way to press these misfits off the Earth
Brothers, I feel our hour is ticking down
Every species has its time to shine

I’ve seen some hopeless events
A world corrupt in mismanaged imaginary wealth
Some living in outrageous luxury
While the majority live in squalor

Brothers, I wasn’t born in a just world
Though I wonder if I have children
If they will have a city to live in at all
That does not bear roots of blood
Whose civil unrest won’t swallow them all.

Broken Love of the World Government

My holy ghost takes a million forms
The lives of others, I could be them
Their Emanations far within
Stir me to identity, arch-empathy

Flowing in my blood, my specter
Holds me there, weeping incessantly
For the cruelty of the mortal world
Where beasts guard their gold

With the pride and scorn of ruthless tricks
Bereaved of soul, embittered by inhumane love
They crown their shuddering fears
With riches and totalitarian control

The broken love of the centuries lives on
With transgressions of the worst of crimes
The sin of the powerful is that they
Would have us all as slaves

These are the tempests of our times
Whereversoever thou doest go
You are watched, played to be
Pawns in their beds, harlots in their graves.

Sighs for Autumn Rain like Armageddon

When Autumn comes, the grasses
Will rot and die, like memories of haunted love
Gone wrong, like so many things in history
The past remains a dead closet of dreams
The stems of feathers too must die
Like the enchanted glowing of our hearts

That once were, now countless flowers bloom
Letting go to the colors at their cores
Their nectar and sap will not be studied
By scholars, only lovers in the present
The cold wind will moan on your white hairs

And I will breathe in that damp fragrance
Warming you with a kiss, if we still remain together
Ceaseless is the melody that distinguishes our lives
When Autumn comes, China’s silken quilt will be torn
America will stand in the rubble of its own demise

The standing grain, maybe it won’t sprout as always
We will go to the market like an impoverished farmer
But happiness will be locked behind iron gates
Our wallets will be seized by corporate thieves
We will not think of revolution then, that is for the young

We will attempt to live in harmony with the times
The rustling rain will hasten the early cold
When Autumn comes, maybe we will stand alone again
While children blithely rush through wind and rain
While geese fly hard and high with their wet wings
Will you still come to me in the lantern-lit night?

Photography Credits: http://browse.deviantart.com/art/The-Four-Seasons-Spring-73886187

Atom in a World Government

Because the glowing morning
Flung my authority to the skies
I watch atoms become skyscrapers
One planetary city, this evolving
World government, organism

An aquarium where we merge
With technology, we are enchanted dancers
Fully monitored, in a frenzy of change
The modern soul does not love

It encapsulates, it downloads
A synthetic use of each person
Into its life, morals are now for puritans
Everything is the art to please

The new intelligence is corporate adaptation
Because the glowing morning
Bred my own desires for me
I became an automaton in a system

Programmed by invisible software
New-born with each generation of
Designer labels, consumeristic dogma
New levels of insidious social control.

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Orphans of Asia

May 22, 2013

The orphan of Asia is crying in the wind
She is this young, not old any more
Lost with the new age at her heels
Nobody cares to play fair with her
She must find her own literacy
In games of power and pitfalls of fortune
Create her own ideology of feminism
Dreaming of bananas, pineapples and freedom
Dancing in the street, a new order of consciousness
She is a kingdom of honey-sweet sugar
A pragmatism of following ancient ingenuity
The orphan of Asia is a sleek mistress of the west
Parody of the Earth, song-mother of empires
Out of Africa, home of the first-settlers
How large is your opportunity
Why else would you be smiling? India? China?
The orphan of Asia has Japanese wings
Singaporean inclinations, Taiwanese wise-sayings
The orphan of Asia practices many religions, and none
She does not sleep in her mother’s arms
Everybody tries to take her favorite toys
Lips of forgotten genius, voice of new originality
Pakistan, Malaysian, Indonesia
The orphan of Asia is crying in the wind
Still remaining muddled, trapped, a lost kitten
Under the weight of a terrifying World Government
In place before the outer signs are seen
Your air still sneezes intellectual adolescence
Your spirituality has been banished by your politicians
Your soil still stinks of colonial dictators
Your education still forces you to betray yourselves
What nationalistic statements can save you from yourself?