Crowd Control Cloud

This morning’s scrutiny: air quality
alert, a mess of haze fiend polity
archon-produced to wipe out insights’ cache
with patterns of deceit absurd and brash

the product of greed in a headlong rush
to crush creativity, hush and shush
imagination-fed reality.
No contest. The birds and trees and I free

our songs, tuning a different world, we sing
sovereignty. Hypnotic screens’ stealthy sting
is just a dream. We are awake. The sun
beams through the man-made clouds, long-lost loved one.

Inspired by: Insight, Patterns, Scrutiny and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt product/produce.

The Beginning is Nigh

Insist on yourself; never imitate. Your own gift you can present every moment with the cumulative force of a whole life’s cultivation; but of the adopted talent of another you have only an extemporaneous half possession.~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Dragon’s eye peers from the earth, a sterling
slayer to defeat flawed theories whirling
through space and time. Imagination reigns
as I abandon tirades of false kings.

Featured image: Hole in tree root with the ink filter.

Also inspired by: Nigh and the 1922 classic Kings Dethroned by Gerrard Dickson.

Write The New Script

It’s 5:45, the conjunction’s in
and the planet settles from dizzy spin
back to terra firma, breeze from the south
sky is clear as the spin from evil mouths

a web we’re fed through our entrainment box
from birth through wily MSM like Fox
the power schemers harvest energy
as long as we’re screen bound. They’ve cleverly

enhanced the trance. They won’t be satisfied
until life force zip, zero, zilch worldwide.
Once you have seen beneath absurdity,
unlikely to buy ludicrous folly

or life in urban negative nightmares
huddled inside filtering filthy air.
Now choose creation, imagination
painting wild and free a new narration.

Inspired by negative, fox, satisfied, urban, Venus conjunct with Neptune and Jupiter in this new Taurus moon, and written in the Stream of Consciousness Saturday style using zip, zero, zilch.

Choose Now

...if you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move; and nothing will be impossible to you.~Matthew

The protagonist’s outrageous claim lays
waste to reality narrative’s maze.
We’re trained, enslaved by scarcity, disport
in our cages mindlessly we cavort

Imagination like a magic wand
from tales we relegate to childhood, fond
memories of the now we miss–unless
we open up new sensors and express

the joy of expansion choosing to breathe
into each newfound opportunity

Inspired by: Outrageous, Mustard, Protagonist and Disport.

Featured image: a swan on the lake today.