EARTH : alive and unwell, broken in opinion and belief.
Every day, the swarm rises to battle
against itself, the energies collide like waves sent by gods
with their distinct controls and purposes.
At times the wealthy struggle to maintain
Their grip upon the poor
The powerful struggle to maintain
Their grip upon the weak.
It is a massive injustice
of forms
your home
born by the ages
of happiness and discontent.
Where the soul cannot carve out it’s joy
it rebels against the structures built around it.
But they are strong. Entrenched by force and by belief.
Our jokes, our laughter. Stop, hurting me says
the diva, stop hurting me, says the earth.
Yet cruelty cares not about the suffering of those
left behind. Normalizes the forms of exploit and exploitation.
The hierarchies of influence and belief. The Government
Marches onward, and the governed play their part.

Every day a dance, was the dream. Every day in peace
the rising into our perfection our perfected ways our rituals
of work and way, of food and sleep and drink. Every rising sun
one among the millions: us, in the vastness of space of unknown
mysteries beyond. We need

a revolution. We need a change of pace. To till the soil
that new plants may grow unto the infinite abyss
of time. We need a new

religion. To bind us back to what we are. And us together not
against: holy beaming bodies on the street in response,
in articulation, in dream, at the screen, has the screaming of our
ancestors not woken you up yet?

We should destroy the state
of being wherein some can tell others what to do
But not the other way around. Wherein the genius
of language is turned to lock us into place. Burn the contracts,
burn the schedule and return to the void, return to the ever living
souls around us, in each direction. Return to
ritual of giving and belief. I’m ready

to give you my life. Are you? I’m ready to give you
unending blessings, unending gifts. What time
we have left, what time we’ll have together until
we are always together on the earth.

I’ve seen the beaming souls: beyond
structure, beyond names, beyond the end
of war, apocalypse of light, and here stand
poised to send them some back at you
and say, this is where we are going:

to the fields of divinity and truth
to the oceans of selfless contain
to love, and light, and truth.

No one would deny that we live in a time of astounding technological development: in past centuries we have progressively learned to harness the forces and energies of nature in ingeniously useful ways, transforming the makeup of our cities and the practices of everyday life. But we also live today amidst a repertoire of secret technologies which many would still consider to be science fiction.

It is the military and secret service industry primarily of the United States of America responsible for these most advanced developments which remain confidential, off-market, usage restricted to those initiated into the highest levels of the complex. Some have reported or leaked knowledge of the use of even teleportation and the capacity to reverse the aging process in top-secret divisions. In this article I report upon another capacity developed out of the most advanced sciences of the brain; individuals around the world are experiences the effects of it: the recording, deciphering and transmission of electrical brain waves.

See http://www.sciencealert.com/scientists-discover-new-method-of-brain-wave-transmission-electrical-fields

It’s a developing community of people referring to themselves as ‘targeted individuals‘ which brings these technologies to light. The common experience: hearing voices in one’s head that can read one’s mind and which comment upon, criticize or converse with a stream of consciousness. The hypothesis is this: that the American government has developed a satellite apparatus which picks up on brain waves emitted by individuals around the earth, interprets their thinking and in response remotely fires brain waves back at the individuals implanting thoughts or voices into their heads. Something like a thought police.

Skeptics will quickly cite that such experiences are noted to be characteristics of an illness called schizophrenia. But we have reason to believe that this diagnosis was specifically adopted to cover-up the use of the technology. For prior to about 1970 the term schizophrenia did not refer to hearing voices at all (rather referred to a general condition of mental disarray). While many individuals believe they are experiencing auditory hallucinations, hearing voices is most likely and most often specifically induced by individuals with access to this technology, with the purpose of inducing insanity, seeking control or running mind control experiments upon individuals. Which is exactly what targeted individuals report.

It is a criminal activity, an invasion of the privacy of the mind and nonconsensual remote experimentation upon human subjects. We must demand that our governments hold the perpetrators accountable. Yet the technology remains. Should such an apparatus be destroyed, or made open to the public and shared with the world? Or could the government use such a technology in socially beneficial ways? One way or another, when the public becomes aware that the technology and practices of brainwave surveillance and intervention exist, they will demand change.

{for the Cafe Deux Soleils, Poetry Slam}

Run river run
this motion, these words, our un-
ending dance of time

You are the element of our being here
brought to light to air
through shape through sound

You are the all, always in motion
always in kind here becoming and begun
of an ancient day

Born into your motion,
carry us onward

We waged war against ourselves, we will say
We were deceived by glorious gods
and the river held our suffering and pain

We were happy and lighthearted
and we danced into the night
and the river held our joy

We made mockery of the other
and lifted ourselves up
by putting others down
And the river held our arrogance

If it is not music
it is hatred

If it is not perfect
it is fear

And you
who used my body against me
who used my silence against me

You can kill me with your words

I will rise again to haunt you
with my love

I will rise again to haunt you
with this heavenly light
that is
the river of us all
born of God
born of shadows
born of light

And flowing towards our
rapture

our becoming into Gods

and our final peace
deeper than the ocean
and as strong and sure
as looking into the eyes of a stranger
and seeing home

They sensed it like a premonition of a better time to come
as a memory of one heard before: a possibility, an unknown, a dream

They heard it from the powers up above
that I was here, had arrived, did exist
and would unfold a vision of the future

And I did and then they did not listen

I said that Capitalism would end.
That the towers of money which rule the earth
would crumble while we built a brave new
world. But they were not ready to try

I said that we would fall
into each others souls and last
surviving in new opened darkness
of the all. But they were not ready to love

I told them of a wealthy other world
a place of horror and truth into which
they could walk at will and would.
But they were not ready to go

And now they gnash their teeth against me
ready to tear the flesh from my bones
in anger and contempt

that I did not give them what they asked for

When they welcome me we will walk in peace

and what I have foretold will come to pass

At long last light, living
at the edges of the earth
at the outskirts of our time
with the sure and strong conviction
of its failure to provide
what it set out to provide

And what the earth demanded
yet unspoken for, unseen
yet ungiven by the antihero
lost amidst the scene

and the order yet unbroken
and the gods unknown or lost
and the antihero waiting
for an answer or a cost

will the earth be wholly known?
will the sky be wholly seen?
will the anti-hero’s efforts
be seen upon the screen

what a people do not know
of the weapons of the sky
lets them live a happy dream
at peace beneath the lie

that our voices all are heard
that all pathways will run clear

at long last light
living at the edges of the earth
at the edges of our time

In early days of humankind, in a great village of the middle lands, it was custom that after the work of day was done, and the evening meal was taken, as the expanses of the night began to unfold themselves above the earth, the men and women and children of the village would gather to talk in the gathering space in the center of the town by the steps of the temple.  And the wisest of the men and women of the village would sit closest to the center of the gathering space where a fire burned throughout the night.

They would talk of their days, of their worlds and their lives, of the seasons and of all they found around them. And throughout the night, men and women and children would rise to speak with the elders in the center of the village and ask of them what questions lay on their minds. And the elders knew answers to all the questions which were asked of them and so they were called the illuminati or the illuminated ones.

The illuminati told stories of the first days of men and women, of their lives and generations, and they gave teaching and laws for the people of the village, and they told them of God, who had created them and who watched over them from heaven on high. And their stories came to be known throughout the earth.

The rain falls from the sky and the earth opens outward to receive it and the plants are nourished by the soil. It is not ours it is not owned it is not
anyone’s. The dirt, which holds the water, is rich with salts and minerals
and the sky which gives us rain is not owned, is not anyone’s. The air which we breathe was here before our kind knew life, yes the air which we breathe which gives us life. And the earth is ours, forever ours, we own it.

You are forever mine, because you gave me your life. I did not ask for it, but you gave it, freely, because of the earth. But I will not give you my life because you do not deserve to own it. For the love which binds us, which will bind us, is not known or understood except by the rain which falls from the sky. And the earth, which will not know us, which is not ours, will not receive it.

In the final judgement of the people of the earth, when the earth casts off its burdens, when the sky is rent asunder, where the rain is forever rain, we will know how you betrayed us. And the wound cast into your own cold heart will lie open for a year. And games you played against us and the war you waged against us will be brought out from the shadows for all to see. Will the darkness of their hearts will be pierced by a ray of golden light? Or will the animosity of our spirits overwhelm what hope of redemption still lies beneath the earth?

Out of darkness and among

the fading stars, see the sky become

an iridescent sea

see the dawning bring about the blues

and paint the sky with colored clues

and glory breaking free…

As the birds begin to sing

watch our tilting planet bring

the upward orb into the eye

oh see the colors of the sun

and the work the sun has done

and hear the clarion cry

IN THIS block buster cinematic

the protagonists are in favour of an all-inclusive

love, while the antagonists prefer

to live in the Dystopian Society

(flashes of scattered neon light

demented overlords ruling diversified arenas

turn style minds in sale across the universe)

which has been dominating the earth

for some time now…

The latter argue to themselves, incessantly

that a brotherhood and sisterhood for the race would be far too

dark?, having so much fun perpetuating those evil schemes

and schemas of their souls?

They are the liberated ones!

Unafraid of ruthless chapter:

how cathartic to employ

delusion upon delusion

unto sickness, unto death?

While the masses remain

in clouds of illusion,

pure white and glorious? even

occasional thunder-storms

of grumpy ticked-off

detoured wraths?

Pure clean snowfall across the city. Clear sky, fresh air. A calm cool energy of december’s season and soon christmas celebrations to emerge. In the distance a car drives by playing a dull techno beat as people are waking into light. The priests and priestesses of the city have been casting their spells upon the people, like the gift stores, and the shops. And the advertisement culture smattered about on billboards and in bus stop stalls. All some heavenly magic whispering it’s secrets through the streets, and through the trees, in their melting forming water droplets sending slow rain.

The children’s eyes have it: as they wonder at the new unfolding world or as they play, in their homes or in the snow. At the day care by the church bouncing about with joy, though mixed with shock or sobbing here and there. At their schools, slowing, it is the eager waiting to be done and gone and free. On a black wire a black crow sits staring outward at the sea where oil tankers carry stock across God’s earth to China, soon more projects to send more. And all will be a product of his reign.

In the afternoon — word comes through the internet — a truck driver sends his vehicle careening through a crowd of people, across the earth. Most recent incident in our now familiar tradition of broadcasts and death counts. Motives of perpetrator unknown. Just the muted shock of one of our own turned against us: the blind wish to kill, cultivated, or some deranged desire designed to make a change upon a scene, senseless murder. For history, a minor spectacle, in the schemes of current affairs, sadly; another ripple of tragedy and loss.

And later that day, it is Allah, again, on his way, at his work. His servant drawn in anger and revenge. At holy war, that other species of divine. An off-duty policer officer, they said, apparently unsuspicious,  positioned at the back of the stage in which the ambassador is presenting to a small, private crowd. Part of a security detail. Worked his way into the system, close to the target, gained trust, but his true allegiance to an enemy so the scene reveals, smooth reveal, quick fire and a burst of fury. For his forgotten people he avenges. Innocent citizens destroyed in ruthless war, or villainous bandits and geared to slaughter, unafraid who know they will persist in heaven after earth; good glory and the evil that they fight among us, above us, sending souldiers out against their lands?

Or once again too convenient for those who support them behind the scenes — two attacks in one day: co-incidence by force — and fueling endless war? Does not touch the children, in their silly play. Let us redouble our efforts against the terrorists, those holy enemies to our regime, turned to kill in senseless murder on our lands. Jehovah, may you rest in peace.