Hypocrisy has been normalized to feel legit;
Where surfeiting & coveting are marketed as a sign we've made it.
A world of misfits conniving the norms;
Whilst pushing the remits of societal conforms.
A counterfeit system of pleasing reforms;
Badly in need of a spiritual transform.
An endemic sensationalism,
From corporatism's machine -
Where journalism has become obscene.
Continual alchemical criticism,
A none accidental metabolism;
Leading to something like fascism,
Whilst pushing systemic consumerism.
It's like 1984:
Elitism, Doublespeak, CCTV, & @ War.
Everyone posting to be heard,
Whilst listening isn't returned;
Which becomes absurd,
As all need attention,
With what ever their suggestion.
Instead some offer correction,
When that wasn't the intention;
Most want jubilation,
At their celebration,
Or empathy with their sensation.
Armageddon isn't the biggest threat,
Betelgeuse going supernova is what's beset;
As war collides,
The elites will hide.
Mass panic at what comes from the skies,
The world reborn is what it implies;
Resurrected brides & many sighs‽
As some then realize what's been prophesied.
Diplomatic demons,
Erratic plebeians;
Pragmatic patricians,
Yet hardly anyone listens.
A dogmatic aeon,
Lacking empathic reason;
As charismatic cultism,
Inspires fanatic polarization.
Political degradation,
Ongoing recession;
Schisms by derision,
With a systemic prison inflation.
Sent before the Judgement Day Fire;
Where to educate mankind has always been our desire.
We can understand many think those who ascribe to religion are a liar;
Yet we're here as the return of the Messiah.
It's strange none seem to inquire,
When their existence is soon to expire‽
Media propaganda everywhere;
Academia a standard to share.
Zander a fish if unaware;
Sananda the New name of Christ to compare.
Z the last,
A the first;
Poetically inversed.
Skanda a Fig removing the Curse.
Sandalphon a Pillar,
Descended to converse,
& King Zion to be reimbursed.
Limited laws,
Misaligned walls;
Neglecting evils caused,
As we live for the applause.
Societal slaves,
Working into the grave;
"As we're here to be paid".
Noting the stops,
Hitting the spots;
Itemizing the keel,
Sleek when it drops.
Sporadically designed,
& rhythmically outlined.
With the shout of an archangel,
Like an interdimensional clout;
Sent as a sensational scout,
With a none denominational way out.
Like a Sprout before Summer,
Catching out those who slumber;
Dumber educated consumers,
Trained not to see the Rumours,
Placed as an ungodly tumour.
We need to care before exploitation,
Not scaring to cause aggravation;
Instead flair that increases celebration.
A better education,
With free tuition,
& physicians helping malnutrition.
Not society despairing,
As inflation is rising;
Welfare increasing,
With poverty not ceasing.
Christ back before Armageddon,
Making it clear in everything written;
Explaining in rhyme like King David again,
Yet people don't study the measure of the pen.
Calamities are spreading,
Clock's closing;
Elite's conspiring,
Blatantly seen to those inquiring.
Do we hear the timing?
To be supportive,
We have to be assertive;
Not only corrective,
Whilst being retortive -
As that's distortive,
Like a detective;
Looking for what's ineffective.
To be affective,
We have to be reflective,
& introspective;
Comprehending other's objective,
Not just our perspective.
The Parable of the Fig before Summer is Isaiah 28:4,
Where the returning Messiah asks for more;
As Judgement is at the Door.
Rumour to Rumour is Isaiah 28:9-19's rhyme,
A Bed of Adultery where Gathering Vultures get on fine;
Having not seen the iniquity of murdering the Divine.
With enough people posed to question;
Where we've come to the same contentions,
Then our suggestions have been heard,
Our apprehensions observed.
When many opposed to condescension,
Have caused the same dissension,
with intention;
Then there's been observation,
Of the oppression.
Christ returns to renounce,
Not recruit;
To announce,
And test for fruit.
To repeat the route,
And pronounce the sentencing;
Not to be defending,
Those pretending -
As time is ending.
Therefore a grimoire is grammar;
A book of spells in Hell,
Which produces empty shells...
Heaven has no factor,
Thus doesn't need a protractor;
As on every degree,
0neness can see.
Down near Hell,
Thinking everything is swell;
Whereas wisdom should tell,
A mind shattering bombshell,
That we're demons as well.
Thus to wake up,
Is to look, and see;
That we're not one,
Until we reach infinity.
Reaching maturity,
By letting go of self;
& Learning that zero holds wealth.
Love is from the Heart,
Directional and quite infectious;
Unconditionally loving is advantageous,
As the Ocean finds it courageous.
Being a diamond down near Hell;
Is better than swallowing a pill,
And thinking it's all swell.
Claiming our self superior;
Whilst deeming everyone else inferior.
Recognizing the reality,
Defeats the vanity;
Where we've all got inner demons down here,
Then we don't need to live in fear.
As where fear abides,
Love rebounds,
As music can overcome all sounds.
Where one can feel small,
We can walk tall,
As love overshadows it all.
To use words,
Like herbs;
To flavour and season,
With tempting reason.
Lets start with allure,
Work down your demure,
To slowly secure,
Your sexy contour.
Passion enlisting,
As flames entwisting,
Igniting sensuality,
As we take the romance to more than we.
Floating in infinity,
Embracing so seductively,
Tracing each other conductively,
Touching slowly to orgasmically.
Holding on so predictably,
Making our song rhythmically,
Moving together impulsively;
As we take this to compulsivity,
Where we are dramatically,
Impassioned with just the thought of we.
To take everything that
is wrong,
Then turn it upside down;
To make a clever song,
That
helps us see what is going on.
To reverse what was,
To see a
clause,
Find the pause;
Hope it implores.
So lets start with
a sound,
With something profound,
To show what we've
found.
Faith is the opposite of fear,
Not some religious
veneer.
Hate is the opposite of love;
Like a change of
reflection,
A different direction.
Peace is the opposite of
anger;
Release the tensions,
To find the answer.
Always two
sides to every coin;
Flip it around to make it boing.
Every
energy can be reversed;
As long as the emotions are not pursed.
People call it many
names,
Which is where stems the blame;
As confrontation it
causes,
From slightly different clauses.
The moment we call it
anything,
There is always multiple angles to sing;
As with
every point of view,
There is always another avenue.
Imagine
God as being the CPU,
Within the center of all
consciousness.
Whereas we each think from our own perspective,
Ours are subjective,
Whilst the CPU views it all as
connective;
Comprehending everything as a collective,
Whilst
always being reflective.
To transduce a truth,
From pains within our youth;
Slowly unlock to contend,
Not to condescend;
Just not pretend.
Like a reality showdown,
Where it feels like we're going to drown;
Twisted and fake,
Not feeling great,
The gravity weighs,
Penalty pays.
Lift ourselves up by hitting the floor;
Not only the gym,
Start from within.
Aim for more,
Project the score;
It's not luck,
Thus not to be misunderstood.
Mindfulness is giving our brain a break,
To listen to the rhythms it partakes.
Unloading the thoughts like a trek on a bus,
Not getting mad when we hear lots of fuss;
As in the thoughts we don't dwell,
Thus we can slowly fix within,
To overcome the Hell.
Rule of thumb does suggest,
Turning everything off is best;
So then we're not distressed,
And can finally hear our soul protest.
A world of neglect and uncertainty;
So let's reflect to find assurity.
Unconditional love is what is required;
Yet not only because we're inspired.
It's easy to positively reflect,
We call it love;
Yet to full heartedly reflect with all,
Is a gift from above.
Half heartedly we think we'll get by;
Whilst all we do is make others sigh,
Or even cry.
A world failing in self denial,
As we're taught to think we've got style;
Yet we won't go that extra mile.
Some do for maybe a while,
Then hope it counts like some form of guile;
Not realizing we're all here on trial,
Testing if we are really worthwhile.
Heaven doesn't want half hearted attempts;
When there are farmers who care,
Who really do belong there.
There are wise shepherds who share,
With dynamic artistic flair;
Who intercess our prayer,
As they've chosen to be aware.
So in this world full of confoundaries,
With many quandaries;
Don't just put up boundaries,
As all we do is make enemies,
By treating people as second class entities;
Instead of as royal equities,
Each with special melodies.
It costs nothing to give and inspire;
More to live and always conspire.
So seek to inquire,
Reach for something higher;
Live to get out of the quagmire,
By giving love like we're a town crier,
Sharing like we're on fire,
As unconditional love is something to admire.
Some of us are missing intimacy;
Where it goes back to our infancy.
Raised to be closed,
As our responses show;
Missing the flow,
As we're always opposed.
Instead of giving at every turn,
Seeing it as something that might burn;
Rather than loving in return,
Holding back very astern.
Life isn't only to connect through sex;
Yet to reach out and project,
To give as we reflect;
Not only to correct.
A world going cold,
As all we do is scold;
Instead of learn to be bold,
To break free of the mold.
So love as we speak,
Careful as we greet;
Spend time to converse,
Not only to rehearse,
In case we don't get reimbursed.
The more we give,
The greater we all live;
The more we hold back,
The more we all lack.
Those quick to debate,
Are often not capable to relate.
A word in haste,
Is often chased.
Spend time to reflect,
Not to interject.
Listen to what is discussed,
Not ponder how we're fussed.
When not spending time to check what we've heard,
Rather quickly challenging that’s absurd,
Do we educate or merely replicate,
The same stupidity we're trying to circumnavigate?
Inertia can cause us to think we're flowing;
When really we're showing,
Just how much we're not knowing...
As notice how the wise pause,
As maybe they've realized the flaws;
Can even elaborate on the clause,
Yet know not to slam the doors.
If earth was a prison,
How could we tell;
If we were fallen from Heaven and closer to Hell?
Take a look around,
Listen to every sound,
Look at what abounds,
It’s not profound;
It’s not a playground,
When suffering is renowned.
As children we did glisten;
Yet did we truly listen;
Full of derision,
Whilst finding division.
Fighting supervision,
Inciting collision;
Questioning indecision,
Whilst comprehending the revisions.
Whilst they give us cake,
We think it’s all great;
Yet many turn into fakes,
Due to making that mistake.
Where as many heartbreaks,
Cause some to awake;
Choosing not to intake,
No longer to partake,
In that which makes us ache.
People who deem them self saints,
Are often full of complaints;
Many who say they’re a star,
Often don’t see the scars.
Released on good behavior,
Do we really need a savior;
Or to control our misbehavior?
The idea isn’t to live in sin,
Or even to turn to the gin;
Yet how can we begin,
If we don’t see we’re here in the bin?
Everywhere is full of violence,
Pretending we have silence;
Leads to such pretense,
As an internal defense.
Instead of seeking guidance,
For our soul's sentence;
By truly finding repentance,
Turning to temperance,
No longer under endurance,
By recognizing the hindrance.
Here is a place between Heaven and Hell,
Sick of people telling me it's swell;
A realm of souls that get along fine,
Because they deem the iniquities divine.
A place between light and dark,
Where many have assumed it only a park;
“A garden enclosed”,
Is to define paradise;
With mistranslations,
Many think that means nice.
Yet when here is between good and evil,
Clearly we are not regal;
Most are illegal,
Not like a sacred eagle,
Without any contemplation’s of legal.
So between life and death,
Where a soul stems from breath;
Here is a test,
Seeing what we ingest.
If obsessed with breasts,
And how we are dressed;
Alcohol makes us possessed,
Many toils are transgressed,
As the Heavens are not impressed.
Yet let’s deem ourselves saints;
When we all see complaints;
Because we only want to see ourselves as quaint,
Without any restraints.
Which is why we must repaint,
And help us reacquaint,
With what the text stated,
And how it is interrelated.
Commonly integrated,
In many cultures celebrated;
Yet often neglected,
To make it congregated.
So how can we become pure,
In a world so impure,
By recognizing for sure,
Who we all are at the core.
If we question all that we saw,
Look at what is secure;
Then maybe we can endure,
As we start looking for more.
Fair enough we are not all sinners;
Yet ego is within us.
It’s not like we are all condemned;
Yet we are here to mend.
To find the middle line of yin and yang,
That was the ultimate plan;
Yet many guesstimates have sang,
Attach to self as their ego sprang.
Yet we will go out with a bang,
As we come back like a boomerang;
Reincarnated in Gehenna,
From not listening to our antenna.
So let’s explain that plainer,
Like a recycle bin with a strainer;
To see if we can maintain,
By using our brain,
A life that isn’t vain;
Where it’s then marked like a stain,
Because of only seeking the mundane.
It’s not such a strain,
It’s more like a campaign;
A garden that is quite insane,
That is not only to entertain;
Yet a place for our heart to train.
Cutting back;
Yet not to constrain,
Rebutting lack;
Yet to help us regain.
Giving facts,
To help us retain,
Living contracts,
With nothing profane.
A daimon and a genius,
Is it ingenious?
When it’s so misunderstood,
That it’s become precarious.
A daimon relates,
Where ego begets.
A genius finds,
Solutions entwined;
Secrets and mysteries,
Found in our mind.
Daimons have got us in a bind,
We’ve forgotten how they were assigned.
List a few to remind,
How easy they are maligned.
Satan means an accuser,
Not some Hell sent abuser.
Devil means a slanderer,
Not some unholy commander.
Their minions related,
Partially integrated,
Yet not so well designated:
Intimidator,
Interrogator,
Aloof and Poor me;
All relating for profit we see.
Yet let's add some more,
That do abhor:
A debater,
A mocker,
A scoffer,
And clown;
All take our heart,
And smash it on the ground.
There is maybe more we’ve missed,
So please write a list,
And will add it to this.
So on to bliss,
Explaining contrast;
Holding to light that will last.
A genius wasn’t a person,
Yet the spirit sent to guide;
That leads from the inside,
To help us decide.
Yet with fear and contracts,
Holding people back;
Often they see this as a lack,
And the other as their tract.
Thus listing genii could also be applied;
Hopefully leading to what is implied.
So when people lied,
Notice we heard the slide;
After we were told it all was snide.
A problem and solution,
Whilst sleeping expands;
That unless in meditation,
Ego withstands,
Almost like sometimes,
It’s taken over command.
Until a word slips our tongue;
Open & listen,
A new word sprung.
It’s learned by being young,
To instinctively walk in the sun;
Where our instincts aren’t wrong,
As we’ve learned the song is always sung,
From deep within our lung,
In our heart where we begun.
Taught to idolize,
From
the start a compromise,
When will we realize,
What it
implies;
To womanize,
Brutalize,
Dehumanize,
From many
lies.
Attraction applies,
Yet not to sympathize,
Empathize,
Not even to familiarize;
Yet only to mechanize,
Like
something demonized.
Not to comprehend their compassion;
Yet
only seeking passion.
Instead of like Butterflies,
Dancing to
scrutinize,
Never touching to hypnotize;
Instead we
terrorize,
Demoralize,
And neutralize anything personalized.
So
let’s rationalize,
Reorganize,
No longer to be
categorized;
Because of it all being capitalized,
Continually
being visualized,
To sell more merchandize.
So let’s
theorize,
How we can harmonize,
And humanize.
As a child
looks in pure delight,
Let’s look within to find the
light.
Rather than to obscure,
Because of thoughts
impure;
Placing careful lures,
To systematically procure,
A
person like a whore.
Instead of something sure,
Like their
demure;
We’ve been taught to adore,
Only their contour,
Like
trained in the brochure.
Refined as an epicure;
Rather than to
look for something more secure,
That will endure.
Instead like
flies to manure,
A backside is endeared,
Because of the way
we’re reared;
Which is rather weird,
When you realize it’s
where the craps cleared.
Boobs feed babies;
Not why we should
like ladies.
Where as they are something maternal,
Instead of
leading to infernal,
Because they’re external;
Instead look
for eternal,
Within the same kernel.
Poem of circus
fuss,
Where people love that which cussed:
Like when a clown
performs,
It’s what alarms, warms;
Yet when a juggler
flows,
It feels slow?
Like how can it be so?
When a lion
pounces,
The crowd announces;
Yet with tame and plain,
No
flame and slain,
The crowd doesn't exclaim?
Instead
disdain,
Slowly proclaim,
For the lion to bring pain,
Or at
least entertain;
So all can reclaim,
Something not mundane.
So
to shock is the cause,
Yet why the knock or the pause,
Perhaps
a mental block;
Where we can't undo the lock?
Recognizing the
skill,
Instead of want the kill.
Learning not to
applaud,
Because it breaks the clause;
But rather it
implores,
To do something more.
Round and round in circles,
Like sheep and goats,
How much they bleat,
How much they gloat;
Because they’ve eloped.
So let’s take a look under a microscope;
Perhaps to cope,
Presenting the scope,
Giving a beat that’ll perhaps lead to hope.
Whilst one interjects,
The other collects.
Like sheeple as people,
Kids that fib;
One over regal,
The other forbids.
Like yet and but,
The mouth and the foot;
Allot overlooked,
Or even mistook.
Two sisters are named,
Two books are tamed;
A mysterious flame,
Removing all the blame,
Where many have caused shame.
As instead of teach we live in Hell,
They tell us we are here to sell;
So once there is the final bell,
Most of us thought we were here to dwell.
Realize here is a prison to learn,
Not a place for angels to yearn,
Or earn.
It’s easy to discern,
That the date hasn’t been adjourned.
The wheat and chaff have already been churned,
Which many have already spurned;
Yet really it’s our concern,
When getting sunburned,
As it is only the field left to burn.
If we cry because you’re gone,
Is that sigh our own song,
Or is it because you’re no longer going on?
So let us not cry for we,
Or what could be;
Yet instead find release,
Within our peace.
To live a fresh,
From what was our best;
Rather than to have a heavy heart,
Within our chest.
So every time we contemplate,
Help us remember,
That it’s all just fate;
That everything happened in sync,
Where nothing is really as we think.
So many subtle hints,
That if we blink,
Sometimes we miss how they interlink.
Instead of heavy chains that chink,
Due to perception's seeing a kink.
Stop that feeling of being at the brink,
Hiding in the drink;
Pain making us shrink,
Instead of seeing that destiny winked.
Soft clay to start,
With a pure heart;
Yet then the old,
Mold and scold,
From what they’ve been told.
Creating an ego like hell,
Where we become like a shell;
Empty inside,
Where our soul tries to hide.
As our ways then set,
Many try to forget,
That once we were pure;
Until we had to endure,
Being told we were immature;
Instead of first becoming secure,
In constantly seeking something more.
Innocence and bliss,
Are not found in the abyss;
So how can we miss,
It all for a kiss.
Use common sense,
It’s just a defense;
Finding another’s soul,
As we don’t feel whole.
Instead of giving in completeness,
We see it as a weakness;
Not having a sweetness,
Must be an incompleteness.
Yet this then binds,
As souls entwined;
Never to find,
That which wasn’t assigned.
So constant craving,
Thinking we are saving;
When really we are bathing,
Inside our own scathing.
Not that it all has to go wrong,
Yet look at the song;
Seeking light from broken pots,
Is how we can rot,
And it happens allot.
Like a teapot,
That constantly needs filling;
Whilst the liquid is spilling.
A continual billing,
Compromises unwilling;
The light slowly chilling,
As we no longer find it fulfilling.
Looking for safety in others,
When we are only lovers;
Whereas light comes from above us,
Instead of from one another’s.
It may feel warm,
As we slowly conform;
Yet that wasn’t why we were born.
Instead inside this container,
Here as a trainer;
Unconditional entertainer,
Couldn’t be much plainer.
Looking for an alliance,
With many in defiance;
A book that took,
With many things overlooked.
Maybe to explain,
Because of the pain;
Here to ascertain,
That which remains.
With many detained,
Here being estranged;
Yet the message rearranged,
So many tell me they're ordained;
Which sounds quite strange,
When we ponder what is arranged.
Whilst some might say we’re in Heaven,
Have a look at the moldy leaven;
Where everything rots,
Have we forgot?
We’re here to grow,
Like a plant you know;
In compost we live,
That we might give;
Yet no fruit we find,
As most are in some form of bind.
It’s faith that should sprout;
Yet religions took that word and spelled it out.
Changing it into doubt;
Rather than something devout.
Faith means to trust,
Not as discussed,
With some label to entrust;
So carefully readjust,
As much of that is lust.
Making it incomplete,
Where it’s becoming obsolete;
Instead of being concrete,
Like a pro athlete.
A soul can glisten,
Hopefully to listen,
Where there is no division;
Oneness as a definition.
Think we live in purgatory;
Here is a mystery,
Here is the story.
Look at history,
Fights over territory;
With discriminatory,
Exploratory.
Almost mandatory,
Predatory;
Ongoing retaliatory.
Contrary derogatory,
Confirms the explanatory.
Not to sound accusatory,
Or inflammatory;
Whilst making it declaratory.
Look at all the gory,
Not with allegory,
Or circumnavigatory;
Painting it all in glory,
Trying to be congratulatory,
When it’s worse than a lavatory.
Pondering interrogatory,
Like an observatory,
Looking at things circulatory;
Instead of with absurdity.
Whilst questioning our morality,
Checking our sanity,
Showing insanity;
Which many observe in vanity,
Due to Christianity.
When its self is inhumanity;
Though presented as a standard of humanity,
Thus showing our criminality.
So instead of seeing spirituality,
When we live in such duality;
With constant immorality,
Be originality.
Have some humility,
Be an abnormality;
Instead of an obscenity,
Craving for commonality.
Seeking popularity,
Because of polarity,
Hiding insecurity;
From soul irregularity.
Don’t be afraid of unconventionality,
Wanting to be part of the community;
Have some serenity,
Be intellectuality;
Rather than just a calamity,
Trying to fix our own personality.
A lesson learned,
From being burned;
Reflecting with haters,
Stop and say, "see you laters."
For fate relates,
Ongoing debates,
Increasing heartaches,
Never to handshake;
Instead relate.
Make our heart migrate,
From dominated,
To innovated;
Removing not tolerated,
Or underestimated.
No longer manipulated,
Where love created,
Something celebrated;
Rather than hated.
With many fakes,
Hesitation’s made many mistakes;
Yet what is really the fate,
We create.
If a taker takes,
Does it make us partake?
Or should we aspire to circumnavigate,
Maybe change and relate,
Give instead,
With righteous dread.
Fear from loathing,
Creates many haters scathing;
Yet really reality is bathing,
In disharmony unavailing.
So to contemplate giving,
In all action we’re living;
So together as one,
The world becomes one song.
Write a poem,
Spell it out;
Easy to understand,
Without a doubt.
A message,
A mystery,
With lots of history;
A clear picture,
With lots of scripture.
Now don't run away,
From that word;
Stay and learn it's not absurd.
Three frogs to explain,
Take away the pain;
Pharisees reign,
From their campaign.
John Nicodemus and Nicolaitans are one,
Sorry if you've got the wrong song;
Yet the vocabulary is all wrong.
Paul contradicts,
Every word conflicts;
In all aspects,
Doctrine infects.
Simon was a 'Stone',
How could he condone;
Thus why disowned.
'peter' is the same,
With a hidden name;
Yeshua was sure,
From what he saw,
Within the core.
Listen to the mystery written,
It's easy when partitioned,
Even with additions.
Simon preached,
Yet look what he teached,
Question his speech;
Heaven will never accept a leach,
Who tries to breach.
It's not good news,
Instead it should give us the blues;
As all we did was lose.
Zechariah eleven,
Explains the leaven;
For a sacrifice wasn't paid,
It's a divorce degree waylaid.
Inheritance and grace are gone,
The Covenant is a bygone;
There is no free coupon.
Zechariah three verse nine,
Fills in the rhyme;
Yeshua was his name,
Now there is no blame.
'jesus' means 'lord of the beasts',
Seriously get released;
From what you think you've leased,
As you'll see when deceased,
As acceptance ceased.
Please ask if unsure,
As don't be a whore;
Really do implore,
As it is about to even the score.
In every action we could take,
Will it react or intake;
Life is reaction of interaction,
Not interjection of situations.
Instigation of relations,
Helps us comprehend revelations;
Yet not in contentions,
Only in comprehension.
Circumnavigation,
Does little for interrelations;
As contemplations,
Cause habituations,
Leading to further aggravations.
Interrogation of our own sensation,
Helps in understanding vibration;
So correcting fixation,
By transducing it into celebration.
We've got to have had the losses, so that we can understand why something fails; it's only with that understanding, that we can th...
