My New Catchphrase

“The primary cause of disease is within us, always within us. Germs are nothing. The terrain is everything.” Antoine Beauchamp

Consider The Clitoris 2

“Consider the clitoris” is a flag
signaling science is a religion
with a brutal disempowering slant,
research simmered in greed and a smidgen

of truth. Missing: a gorgeous part of me
hidden, unplumbed, unillustrated texts
which brainwash physicians essentially.
Trivialized, truth shrivels. Blooming next

lies called germ theory spouted in a stream
designed to hide terrain. Duality
is part of our human cage. I don’t scream
a defense. We create reality.

A sage, I’m seeing these paradoxes
beyond the nitty gritty to dirty
rotten roots. Presented with sly foxish
frauds, I shrug, “Consider the clitoris.”

Inspired by human and the gloriously inept narrative currently imposing a world-lockdown for a voluntary takeover by the Big Pharma/medical cartel. And here’s to the global awakening as we let go of that old corrupt story and create a new reality.

This well-sourced article explains very succinctly the difference between germ theory (which appears to be presently used as a justification to decimate our society, isolate and weaken us, reducing us to extremely ill health the more closely we follow the ridiculous edicts and mandates) and the terrain.

Featured image found here.

Beyond The Pale

I’ve tried to rhyme all morning, stuck inside
the dissonance of the false narrative
absurd, repetitive brushwork, a glide
of gilded paint obscuring rooted truth.

I have no tolerance to mask symptoms.
The germ theory death knell’s one big lie.  I’ll 
never buy Rockefeller’s Pharma scheme—
sell byproducts of petroleum.  Spread

wide and sinking deep, I’ll not inject more
toxins into my veins.  Fraud can’t sustain
in thinking people, but logic’s not taught
these days.  We’re walking in a purchased haze,

we sign the unseen contracts that belie
reality.  Compose a eulogy 
to fury, that old flame doused by the car-
tels’ ruthless power game.  You’ll rise again.

Inspired by: Sustain, Fury, Belie and Eulogy.

Missing Humans

Deepest night inexorable forces
pry unmarked portals I had to exit
in dangerous times.  Untapped resources
vivify my frozen places, cesspits

of untreated trauma.  Currents collide
and sleepless I sift through, summon wisdom
and courage to preside, healing divides.
This fractal of mine resolves old victim

songs.  Don’t disparage magical thinking.
Young children know true magic.  Spooked adults
corral and cage powerful ways.  Drinking
the killing koolaid, lost in their masked cults.

I walk the world today, mystified.  Where
have the humans gone?  These automatons
I once believed alive, cannot breathe air
yet mindlessly obey, their freedoms gone.

Inspired by: Collide, Exit, Vivify and Inexorable.

Non-rational Transformation

Attention driving to hometown breakthrough
a bald eagle swoops above my car sky
master demanding: take the higher view
awaken with elation.  This is my

chance to change the climate of oppression
correlate my curious uncanny
skills and hone my creative expression.
An osprey dives low, a vigilante

confident I’m competent to submerge
my head under emotional waters
and survive.  A red-breasted hawk urges
me, be an unconventional daughter

Inspired by: Elation, Awaken, Climate, Correlate and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: ‘tion.

Choose This Now

Feel the city breakin’
And everybody shakin’,
And we’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.~Barry and Maurice Gibb

I’m outside blessed by beams of sun prayers
flinging new narrative.  How can I stay
the course?  I choose this now to be daring,
indiscreet, exposing lies any way

I can, but man, indigence is so tough
dealing with displaced stuff.  Nowhere to go
and who would have me? I don’t fit enough.
Can’t watch TV, how blatant hoaxes sold.

Behind the fence strange men chainsawing trees.
Indistinct shouts. Ominous creaks.  A ray
of gold illuminates my face.  I see
visions, crystalline hunches.  Truths I say

reworded by the helpful.  My welcome
wearing thin.  This strong gust.  That falling branch.
The snapping crunch.  A wasp.  I squint and hum
into dissonance.  Precise circumstance

so fraught with layered meanings, I must rise
to worlds beyond this homelessness and see
I’m unencumbered.  New senses surprise
turmoil incessant.  Shadows coming free.

Inspired by: Turmoil, Incessant and Stay.

Unlimited Fuel

The shadow self is a million suns of energy kept in check. and the controllers of this civilization want it kept that way.~Jon Rappoport

Underneath the shameless treacle clogging
truth, this manipulation cynical
cruel, sticky illusions are fogging
my view.  I’m collared in unethical

great historical lies, television-
fed, chained in a tract insubstantial dread
and dissonance.  Distrust inner vision
seek outward, obey a master instead

of creating with superpowers.  Deep
inside of each imagination spring
unlimited realities.  I leap
opening to flow, unfold mighty wings.

Inspired by: Illusion, Television, Tract and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: collar. Once again, the stream of consciousness prompt is testing me. So many different metaphors, such a need for editing, but that’s not how this prompt rolls.

Purchasing Power

Brilliant light reveals our rusty cages.
We pause, aghast, exhausted dark fumbles
for a key.  Persnickety.  The sages
foretold our slavery.  Our rage rumbles

as the current lies sweep us, a great flux
we fight.  Chained junkyard dogs, one measly bone.
Driven inside, isolated.  The crux
is power.  As we step into our own,

the cruel elites’ imaginary
holds collapse.  Helpless and bespelled, did we
pay for our own misery?  Energy
reclaimed, create a new cosmology.

Inspired by: Persnickety, Flux, Exhausted and Cage.

Imagine That!

Imagination is the often-forgotten force in the core of the human being. Our problems, at the core, exist only because we have “misplaced an infinity.”~Jon Rappoport*

Sharp September early wrapped in fleece
I remember waiting for the sun.  At peace,
eclectic ways to feel into

electric body riveting, pivoting
now, well met, fast-moving clouds!
My travail allows inspection

of the golden-gleamed horizon.
Sipping coffee slow and warm
my morning bluejays warn poignant

and pointed.  Even serenity
is a star poking into absurd
totalitarian measures.  I don’t partake.

That brand of Koolaid just tastes
fake.  I see the stain all around
your panicked eyes, gone: smiles or frowns.

Succumb and lose identity, masked
and frail, breath denied.  Sometimes
it seems a dream.  I thought there were many

more alive, but I see drones
apologetic and rueful, cowed,
reading posted rules.  Now what’s allowed?

I remember waiting for the light
in months like these.  Now I simply bring
myself, sovereign alive sparking love

and curiosity.  There’s no masked
stranger staring in my mirror. Look at me
model how common sense

walks the world.  Freely breathe.
I don’t always have to rhyme.
Sun now appears and I step out of time.

Inspired by: Serenity, Riveting, Eclectic, Travail and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt Sharp and Exit From The Matrix*, a life-changing imagination course by Jon Rappoport that I highly, highly recommend.

Daily Practice

“We have reached inside ourselves to grasp incredible glimpses of our own POWER TO INVENT and choose.” ~Jon Rappoport

The onerous chains I’ve created since
waking on the earthship are nothing to
dismantle.  In a blink of awareness
my superpowers flex.  It’s something to

celebrate, the way the narrative shifts
reveal a glitch and we’re all free.  Although
the matrix is insistent, insight lifts
us out.  Our bodies vacant, minds in thrall

by authority voiced with lights and sounds
a casino trance and I dance in, Hey,
any living beings wanna play?  Ground
in nature, let old stories dissipate.

You protest: Don’t you see what’s going on?
Out to the streets or derisive tweets, we
must demand the slave owners growing on
our efforts pay us more!  Fueling elites

the only game in town.  And be still.
Imagine limitless.  Respect instinct
that pulls you to the sun where you can heal
discarding old beliefs that, frankly, stink.

Inspired by: Instinct, Nothing, Onerous and Protest.

Unimpressed with the /verse option on the onerous new WordPress block editor. Can anyone share a way to create line breaks for poems, and also be able to choose fonts–on the freebie version? Update: I did the shift return and created my own line breaks and am happier with this font. Thanks for the advice!!

Don’t New Normal Me

An abnormal reaction to an abnormal situation is normal behavior.~Viktor Frankl

Twenty ripening spaghetti squash hang
goldening the garden. Orange and red
yellow zinnias burst in a color bang
call to awaken as the sunrise spreads

rosy skies west. The east is glorious.
Dawn in my hometown, a fleeting visit
now the skies compete in pinks curious
the morning’s cool under heat’s implicit

sultry air.  Here an old bass leaps. Waves ring
smaller circles as minnows flee.  Recall
past Augusts, shouldn’t some morning birds sing?
I’ve ceased comparing years, a construct all

along, time shows her true colors, slipping
in and out of these timelines—narrative
ridiculous, and I won’t play.  Flipping
how life flows absurd—it’s imperative

to speak the truth, do you know how?  Don’t New
Normal me, your credibility will
not stand the test of common sense, you
try to sway beyond your ability

to drown my sovereign song. Limitless
creator, sing!  Simple as breath concealed
power now rings. Harmony stimulus:
ground in fall’s score, insanity revealed.

Inspired by: Sway, Accidental, Credibility and Sovereign.