Locusts Spin

 

A head so small crowned with cone surrounded by flame that seems contained

Six wings of fire spread with Gods desire

a body so large filled with more 

a pattern of life you have seen before

Round it's held, 3 eyes looking back

Spreading a seed whisps far out

Giant furns of green like wings from a tree

in your dreams you thought were smite

a truth to be hold

Another there around the bendpool

A head peering out no body in site

The cherubs do carry and dance with merry a vessel of life for those to not bury

geese bark vector direct south west

Locusts spin sand does not warry

Eyes that spit fire to set a blaze

A key with prongs forked of 4 red and silver unlock the door

Mothers might hand comes a smack

With Fathers Grace don't look back

His patience worn thin

Children mutated 

Evil in the guise of kindness 

Our Holy Mothers womb filled

Be still and listen 

One day I'll tell you a story 

They stood unbound from heaven 

Grounded for life

Till the lamb was slaughtered

The White Eagle

 

That moment when pink becomes orange in the sky 

a petal on the ground, or is it the other way around.

Enter into the ether where we once said good buy, here we are now hello to all

Wolves fly with sparrows as they watch the spiders weave

Somewhere between here or there she sort of did land. The pads of her feet ner touch the ground but float right above. She could feel the vibrations from the earth below sand and rock moved to and fro. Creatures near and far gathered and shook sleep from their eyes from deep in time. 

Her feet hit the spot black and white oxfords bonded her tots. Donned was she with green in the dark, where most couldn't see a thing for it could not be, a light so bright before their site. A jackal now, ears tall with much hight, grey, dark, a white Ostara bag in hand. The smell of despair was long hung in the air. This spot was she as she touched the earth long ago was her home, in a body she once had known.

The cardinal clad in red from hood to down landed he did on a tree dead. 

In the north they gathered all the matter that mattered a storm of sand from the land a cyclone from sea engulf thee, spin and spin till your site is dim hold to the ring, y'all are gonna have to pull the string. 

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

How many really know what going on?

I'd say a hand full 6 fingers long. 

2024

 

2024 years later

Agrippa

 

In the morning she did rise

with the sun at there side

a special grace was called on thee

a flip in the air

a handy little breeze

a treat of delight for all eyes to see

live through the airs

as minds bind the Vulcan way

through the day a face does change

542 or maybe it was 3

a feeling in the space 

a vibration not common place

where we reach deep

with light above

as we tunnel truth

through minds eyes

an intrusion for sure as you might need an alibi

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

Inshallah

How do you explain to normal Americans, there was a revolution, it was a while back...you watched on tv. We joked about what season of, America we were on as the world tumbled into non organic (man made) chaos.  

"Show me proof!" I hear from the front of the room, a snide fake face a glamor of rot through and through

I find myself on repeat 

There is no civility in war. We revolutionize 

They fenced the Capitol in and had the National Guard point the weapons at the people as they installed Joe Biden. 

Wow, you would think that would be all you would need to see. Oh you want to talk about the Epiphany of January 6 and on the 8th day they cut off his virtual head, it was something wasn't it, so many angles to choose from to tel so many stories, so many videos wouldn't ya know. All the red white and blue, a set made with scaffolding, and cameras, actors, and extras...were paid too, now real people were imprisoned for an insurrection they masked over with a virus they made the vector most humans. 

Did you want a reminder of a moment in time where they shut down the world and made you afraid? They shut the world off. When they turned it back on...it was a 180, a revolution. 

An assassination attempt on Trump, it should have been perfect, made for prime time. 

And in true American breed banana republic style the party of the democrats have just discovered they love Kamala now. get on the wagon folks, don't worry if it tips over and you fall out there's another right behind with a face for a camera and another voice for which you to obey.

I bring all this up because I need a little focus here, the Olympics are stupid, it's not just a distraction before you...I have thousands of stories...it's just a reminder they hate you and they can do what ever they want to do...and you can not stop them.

They are waltzing and drinking champaign while you toil your hands as they ask for your money so they can shove more traffic fines from cameras all over down your throat, all of them just to control you, cattle of information to fine, tax, buy, and sell. A mouth they don't want to hear from, a face they would kick on a curb a pay back for nothing you did, its just envy and blame, the children of Hate, laying eggs in your sacred church.  

It was just the other day, I believe a Friday, unofficially everything became official

War Party

 

Into the smoke the parties begun

dig down deep

discover a new kind of fun

the voice behind the wall throws you a call

air so cold and then it gets hot

moving around you a tiger looks back 

is that the khan that's keeping track

pale dead eyes

flesh putrid and gray

once life like the lamb 

a sacrifice will be made

licking his lips look inside

into nothing 

no where to hide

left hand raised

is that a horn on the ear

it's almost day

sun will rise

you might not see it trough the haze

it's always there

Hear the bray

wolf gang call

the trickle of the sacred stream

theuerb

a conversation inside a song

After The Year 2020

 

After the year 2020 nothing was the same. I came to have no patience with the mundane and the surface; all I saw was rot and lies. It wasn't in just the public sector/talking heads, I dread saying ruling sector but alas...a Citizen is what we found out we were not and Subjects we were. We get to drink recycled sewage waste and they sell our drinking water and you have no say, oh, let us not bring up taxes you pay for the poisons you ingest. The lies and rot came not just from an inept administrative class and those that felt a higher moral right to order others, it seeped into families and individual souls. If I could express in words where people with heads wrapped and faces covered, black uniforms on, skateboards in hands as they thrash and set fire to buildings with people in the them, as a handsome head full of perfect teeth flashes on the screen, "...it's mostly peaceful." How do you top that? so in the face full of disrespect to the intelligence of a 7 year old?...over and over they top it and more, from the removal of a Tsar to the installment of their new order, to saying 'be kind' after they wished death on a segment of society that didn't want to inject their body with an unknown substance...drink the koolaid went world wide, next level.

How does one describe a moment in time where people go to prison for praying? ...and you have a segment of society so lost in nuance they say it wasn't for praying, it was for trespassing. I typed that out and realized how lost that would be on a person with no God goodness in them, "...and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive others..." as they are killing babies. but what do I know

After the year 2020 I wondered what other wool they had pulled over our wolf eyes, as we are all but animals underneath, farmed and chatteled, as grotesque as it sounds. I dug till my fingers had reshaped themselves becoming rough and down to deep in the earth. Through tunnels and down channels none others passed through door and windows, crevices and cracks I scooted down stairs to places rooted in the sun, where cool water trickles in the dark. 

How does one describe a moment in time where most modern day science and telling of history was a wrong way path down a road of enlightenment but the light was a torch only showing one path, pray tel, who lit the way? 

After the year 2020 I knew everything was untrue and to believe what I saw too. 

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

Death Here.

 

Death here, "I will come for you." 

I start with such a turn as you read with eyes a wake what do you See when thee has passed then what may I ask?

A story here to pass the time with lessons so easy to pantomime.

You crumble when one of you passes, always a surprise, you act like a life long with disease made from poisons you inject is better than the quickness of a thoughtful catch.

The dead they do rise a walk sometimes slumped a desire of Gods love paralyzes their minds.

This is an important part of the party plan from long before said in words you thought you could ignore. Noses were erased and a vectored virus infected the world, you think you need to see rivers of blood and fish fall from trees? Is that what you need to know what to believe? 

Her black and white oxfords tied tightly around her feet, she wore a cape smooth with a constant ripple, the colour of a forest thats seen no light of day and tucked yearning to be seen shining streaks of sun winning in the sheen.

"Please climb aboard my zodiac, we can handle your weight. We shall See this river tell a story of your life full of freedoms of choice no matter the excuse you throw to deflect. 

Let's start out with ease as I push off from the bank, I've seen you in full from the moment you became movement and you didn't imagine it would be as strange as this, but here we are your life as you lived it. Let me turn on a light of amber so you can see this channel where water flows with windows and doors carved deep in the folds. Shadows of familiar faces in long ago places I let you lament the choices of time as we pass them by as this story is one of strangers you shunned and berated.

There was an incident not long ago where you were scared for your life for there was something in the air. You think that time went, as you walked on. The turning point of life and death when the air is the enemy and the person that breaths is to blame and scared you are to die, for no life you lived, so you slander and damn as you cower and cry. You think that time went, as you walked on. The turning point of life and death when you wished to erase those that exist because they breath the same air and you desire it not to be because you were told so. The turning point of life and death when you had an invocation to chain those down that only wished to walk around. 

Place you I will back on the banks of the real world where ol' regular joe, every don dick and harry, assassinations and elections, lies braided in with lies, where evil walks around a hand on a baton, the real world of terra and earthly consequences because you now tell people to be kind after you wished Death upon them. Here I am. 

You will wake and think it be a dream floating down the river styx where Death an old crow sick of everyone's shit. On terra though and wake you are, you will find those most scared vilify and use the weak as shields for fodder, there is no ducking the roosters holla, the wolves will feast there is not net but Gods to weave it close together.

You thought it would be a simple spin but prey tel what dimension is this twist, God and Angels do exist, along with Death and her river Styx. A sacrifice that's not yours to give like those of the babies even vogue and authorized by whom do we ask? "...as their blood is used to no avail..."

I started with such a turn as you know there is no escape alive judgments happen on sea and on land. 

Death will come for you; now with eyes a wake what do you See when thee has passed do you see why they said, "Why would they be kind...you wished Death on thee." 

Death here.