Summoning Joy

Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.

The sun sends long questing fingers of gold
astonished and delighted. This brave bold
approval of brand new day will hinder
dissonance running rife, baleful timber

now outside on a whim, unplugged from schemes
of foolishness designed to shock, fear’s stream
the light gives us to understand life’s sweet
unbroken flow fleeting and yet replete.

Inspired by: Understand, Whim, Approval and Hinder.

The Clouded View

In the sultry air just after sunrise
a gray cloud covering wallpapers skies
so the view from my belvedere is tight
like bubbles rising piercing each bird’s flight

solitary arrow streaks, catapult
attempts to break apart chemtrail insult
CIA weather control ambition
remnants from toppled archon tradition

just breathing requires peace under the trees
we quell our panic, these worries must cease
the grid of fear will dissipate. True love
transcends, upends the dark controlled above.

Inspired by tradition, bubbles, belvedere, catapult and written in the Stream of Consciousness Saturday style for wallpaper.

Illusions of Fight

From an old pattern louche and humongous
seeded with beliefs powered in wrongous
rises this pique which threatens my willpower
and saps my strength in this dissonant hour

isolated and unemployed my fuel
still harvested by corrupt beings’ rule
–I uninstall the games, ignore the stream
pervasive and invasive schemes that teem

with the intent to take me down, enslave
city-bound, depraved old symptoms behave
in ways to convince me: give up the fight
and so I do. Good wins. Triumph the light.

Featured image: While walking, I espied this feather crab-walking down the sidewalk. Light as a feather.

Inspired by: Humongous, Pique, Louche and Willpower.

In The Water

“Why, when a poison is diluted in water to the point where it cannot by physically detected, does the previously toxic solution then become therapeutic? When the substance itself is gone, and all that is left is the information from the vibration, both poison and medicine become the same.”~Masaru Emoto

Variegation of sunset sky lights
the water, seeps into my dream-soaked nights.
I drink to dilute this toxic ocean
in each cell, wake to thunder’s oration

like fighter jet’s low and ominous growl
reaching across abundant drenching clouds.
It’s clear we are not who we’re taught we are
spinning helpless, tiny, a distant star

as the rain softens the core of my gloom
now washed by waves. The vibration of doom
dispelled, I’m rocked in the flow, empowered
and as dark illusions die, joy flowers.

Inspired by: Abundant, Oration and Variegation.

In My Essence

Water is the driving force of all nature.~Leonardo da Vinci

Awash in tenderness I compose love
notes on the fly, scintillating above
the harsh chords of the night, which I release
as this late July sunrise sets me free

I pause in peace, soak in my pure delight
allow it to wash over me. No fright
imposed in unison by streams designed
by greed can catch me. Liquid, I slip by.

Inspired by: Fly, Night, Unison, Scintillating and written in the Stream of Consciousness Saturday style for awash/wash.

As This Plays Out

He lines up in the animus column
guilt at this guile makes him appear solemn.
In the real world, I say, people are kind.
Your digital stream, spiteful and purblind

conjures a matrix that spellbinds and quells
traumatized, immobilized, living hell
Wake up. Unplug. Realize it’s your show.
Take the stage and create a loving role.

Inspired by: Guilt, Guile, Column and Animus.

I Feel You Near Me

Lonely days are gone, I’m a goin’ home, my baby just wrote me a letter.~Wayne Carson Thompson

In the rain-washed twittering dawn shadows
move in my periphery, so disclose
my focused counterproductivity
releases locus of captivity

my feed is sheer lunacy, frowsy beefs
tainted credulity, lousy beliefs.
Attraction fades, the premises are false.
The menace is the propaganda waltz.

Just so I now compose my siren song
I loose upon the aether, sweet and strong:
come hither, love, let’s build reality
creating sovereign powerfully free.

Inspired by: Counterproductive, Sheer and Frowsy.

Featured image: I love lessons of lake birds and reflected beauty.

Raging At Machinations

This morning I try to compose timeless
snapshots underwhelming prose rhymeless
across the page kitschy clichés while rage
within my volcano’s slow, unassuaged

Inspired by: Timeless, Snapshot, Underwhelming, Kitschy and this list of the banks owned by the Rothschild family.

Featured image: Flames filter on this snapshot taken high up in the Andes.

Lucky Last Quarter Moon

A bluejay calls into my dream, takes me
to the surface where I flounder, break free
into the sun’s domain I’m anchoring
in the waking orchestra, hankering

for some lucky break now that the shipment
of goods stalls obviously equipment
is just a prop of the old paradigm
we shed like a cocoon, create new time

Inspired by: Shipment, Lucky, Hankering and Orchestra.

Featured image: The last quarter moon visible long after sunrise.

Sovereign Power

“The world is your mirror and your mind is a magnet. What you perceive in this world is largely a reflection of your own attitudes and beliefs.” ~ Michael LeBeuf

Saturn, Neptune, Pluto in retrograde
ominous feeling my plans are delayed

three geese freeze in the middle of the drive
a fast car brakes, realities collide

when the stars align, I’m terrifically
prolific, define ‘by-whens’ specific

mourning dove elevates my gaze, this branch
advocates love attributes the dance

alive and thriving, changing as skies spin
reflecting my creations grounded in

the focus and attention currency
I pay with care, value integrity

the world I build so clean and fresh awaits
the old polluted stream disintegrates

Inspired by: Elevate, Prolific, Attribute and Retrograde.

Featured photo: I missed the three geese/car drama and caught a much more peaceful scene.