How are you contributing to create the society to come, to live the nine loves of the anthropos: freedom, truth, beauty, innocence, pleasure, learning, sharing, power and mystery?~John Lamb Lash
This vulture soaring, songbirds feeding, hot
and sticky at the end of days. The thought of strictly severing ties–the lake life dies, my mother’s death capsized the boat. Afloat
in untapped grief, I stay malleable.
Each processes or not. We’re fallible and human. Alien perfection lies are miscast, the shiny lure spins past. Skies
and soil ground through the empty narrative.
Sovereign, I breathe. It’s imperative. The operation paperclips expose the need to embrace love of anthropos.
Inspired by: Fallible, Operation Paperclip, Strictly and Sever.
For the poets and songmakers, wordsmiths, the time is now to create new myths.~ Victoria Stuart
Song lyrics infected by calls to sky
gods who in demented rage burn the eyes in their scorched earth demand for praise. The gist is: kill your mother. Genocidal twist
with rhymes and meters meant to stultify.
I dig through transcripts written by the scribes who administered oaths and gathered lies piled on so thick, they all give up and tithe
to buy their way out of this hellish space
illusion has declared exists. No place is safe, the remedy comes from without. Or so they say. I parse, allow the doubt
to surface and to flee. Now empowered
I’ve booted the cowards. Allow flowers inspired from a new mythos: Sophia songs composing grounded into Gaia.
When we realize the extent to which
ancient powers have been bent, we invent new ways to convey the inner knowing casting aside the lies mind-cults are flowing.
Written for these prompts: Transcript, Inspired Carpet and Tithe.
What aims you?~John Lamb Lash
When male kin taunt and tweet derisive scorn
I feel the trigger right between the thorns but no longer do they sweep me to weep, overweening creeps keeping me from sleep.
Inspired by: Keeping and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt wee.
Featured image: mother duck and her brood at sunset.
Hummingbird, green heron and I feed, heed
each other’s chirp, skeow, sliding glass screed. In the square box, I tuned and cohered, here my clumsy machinations make it clear
I’m out of sync with my earth mother. Grind
away these toxic thoughts, the viral mind infested in the genocidal foam from fervent mindless waves derived by drones
who can’t imagine, so articulate
the programs coded by alien spate. Prudent silence cannot effectuate error correction. Grounded now we wake.
Foam, Grind, Articulate and Prudent.
To sustain a narrative that accords
with all my sensitivities, this door I claim in the lucid dream I’m dreaming powerful imagination teaming
wild I ground my fractal grows I’m sound
and I’m alight, scarlet throated hummer in flight. Finches school opens ear’s delight a big bass leaps the ripples reach the shore
one marathon completed and now more
intensity of living heats my core. The tactic of deceit exposed must die along with every other patent lie.
It all starts here and now nowhere to flee
no victim/perpetrator bond. I’m free and as each wound arises, I dive deep her planetary sentience shapes my sleep.
Inspired by: Sustain, Marathon, Scarlet and Accord and my mother’s anticipated hibiscus, blooming now after her death
Osprey spirals a white-winged blessing, dives
then changes trajectory. Now arrives and I shift boneless malleable light intuition guides my earthbound flight
as I imagine something you can’t do
machine-entrained mind-controlled brain, you spew the latest memes and hashtags question not the source of who you are and your dark thoughts
Dig deep into the roots, give a jiggle
loosen up deeply held creeds. Don’t niggle over what’s implied. Let’s state it clearly: humanity is at stake, sincerely.
Inspired by: Bone, Question, Jiggle and Imply.
Featured image: A white swan visitor. (The osprey came when I didn’t have my camera at hand!)
When we realize we are run by a grand demented myth, we also see that we can correct our errors, choose our premises and most basic beliefs.
Little white bugs cling to screens unmoving
tiny fervent prayers to false light proving the revelation by the sun. Sigils inorganic incited this vigil
and now in exhaustion they appeal. Change
focus, clean the lens. Culture’s deranged and every word is crafted to entrance concealing Sophia’s emerging dance.
I vow to correct errors, so each wound
I feel intensely, ride the wave. I’ve crooned too long the soothing song but now it’s clear the psychopaths’ cachets belong not here.
Grounded, connected intuition flows
past these oblivious and clueless schmos who I now see clearly, evil exposed. Intentional I face Sophia’s foes.
Inspired by: and the call to arms issued by the Fallen Goddess Scenario/Sophianic Myth. Oblivious, Schmo, Cachet
Dissociation from the natural world verges on complete disembodiment, represented in Archontic ploys such as “transhumanism,” cloning, virtual reality, and the uploading of human consciousness into cyberspace.~John Lamb Lash
In the morning, I am empty, ready
to create in enmity’s face, steady march of automatons proselytize Derisive promises their coin can buy
proffered. Simply believe and you’ll receive.
They cannot imagine, cannot perceive the program entrained in their brains, shaping distortions toxic to humans. Aping,
they leer over curvaceous forms, sedate
while poisons infuse their boxes. Slave state voluntary, they espouse the memes, dream in lyrics from pop songs. Living beseems
false images on blue projected screens
so they shun the sun, kaleidoscope greens. I cannot save a soul. I stand here, strong cleaning Sophia’s fractal with my song.
Inspired by: . Coin, Over and Curvaceous
Featured image: earthing with a gorgeous seven-week-old baby.
Empathic contact with the living planet….beholding, pure and simple.~John Lamb Lash
As day begins, I weave intentional
loving strands. No qualms, unconventional, a vibrant reminder to bronchioles: breathing, we do our part. Unlock keyholes
to now where pure creation moves us through
the loom, each interlacing skein imbued. Unique patterns emerge smooth and knotty. I show up powerful. Call me haughty,
naughty, even dotty. My heart is clear.
My contribution in love’s hues mirrors the energetic dance. Once realized, the beauty of each thread intensifies.
Inspired by: Qualms, Bronchiole, Reminder, Haughty and morning chores nourishing and keeping alive the gorgeous living beings at the house where I’m petsitting.
Unless there is internal force for resistance, psychic immunity, so to speak, the individual psyche will adapt to the stress of the collective imagination. It will become what it believes and forget what it knows.~John Lamb Lash
How does one gainsay vacuous culture
built on false premises? Foolish things sure to topple in the ring of sound inner knowing, but the words are colored. Sinner
take warning. Perpetrator victim bond
is sealed. Rat race mouse wheel and I respond to abject pleas and harsh commands: join in. Homeless, unemployed, I have no coin in
and yet my heart aches as the clones skitter
surface glitter, find the next outfitter. And how easily they could new create if they could just release this grasping hate.
Inspired by: the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt color/colour, vacuous, foolish things, skitter and gainsay.
Featured image: a tricolored beech outside of my window.