Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Hidden horrors of the past

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Do you know of the hidden horrors of the past?

Did you think that Dracula, werewolves or witches are nightmares?

Then listen to this.

Older than the Sun they were, round and somehow funny.

Crept into your mind they did, floated around and made you dizzy.

Made you want to do things that you did not want to do.

Once you did it you never knew again what you wanted.

Inspirited galaxies far from here.

Controlled our own milky way nothing less.

In cosmic wars they were involved

Actually just star makers, they were.

Winged creatures, flying around, making the things, later life

Billions of years went by, many generations passed.

The Earth was barren still and cold, only tiny creatures did enfold.

Wars between them ended in armistice

Ever-repeating were their fights.

Several generations of them made their impact

Some of them learned to control and make others die.

Artificial intelligence, invented long before we existed

It happened what is feared in star wars

The robots took over, learned to take lives

One of them made it to steal 9 billion times a soul.

The winged creatures made a decision

They thought it is better to prevent collision.

A council of crime was committed to take over

Made generations of people that did not live long.

They wrought civilizations, long before ours.

Controlled the energies, the lights and much more.

The Earth did protest and wipe out these cities.

Yet smart as they were they flew high up and took again over.

Midgets were created, and then again Giants

They roamed the earth but could not take over.

For all there was a purpose, always they wanted more.

Man came, real man, but did not know of what was leftover.

The winged creatures, the funny globe-rollers, and so many others

Fought battle upon battle upon battle.

Laid the Earth under a network of wires

Plugged them into the long-distance communication network

Some minds were set in glasses, spirits bound to stones

You did what you had to but not what you wanted.

High-tech computers are no new invention

Today we use them with physics, but the principle is from spirits

Beware of the places where they say to heal your body

Sick you come there but empty you leave

All energies taken, stolen for use of the wings

The reincarnating strangers, artificial yet looking so human.

This was the story of slavery, that began in ages far back

Our shackles are bound into the soil when it was just created.

Sorry i tell this in pictures, associations and metaphors

It could be told plainly, with simple straight words

Make a plunge and flounder and you will find what's behind.


May 24, 2006




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Materialism is an illness - poem

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Materialism is an illness

That makes our hearts get cold in frozen stillness

Are we just monkeys

That eat and fuck and fight like warring donkeys?

The body wants to satisfy

The greed and lust for power that never die

It must be we are fooled

By those out to control us so we are ruled

Solution lies in working, doing what we are meant to do

Sanctification comes from raising, standing up against those who boo

Benediction grows in lulling, resting in a state of holiness

Immortificaton is in igniting, flaring up for right nothing less

The spirit is no illness

It raises our hearts, lifts them up from broken stillness

Nothing against monkeys

But i just don't want to be one of these zombies

The spirit wants to satisfy

The greed and lust for love that never die

Not longer to be fooled

But out to control myself so i cannot be ruled


May 23, 2006



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Friday, June 12, 2009

Links to Cosmic Eagles' photo and poem blogs

These links lead to blogs published about the above topic.

For links to all other blogs see lists on profile

This will be updated regularly

 

LIGHT YOUR SOUL AND LET IT GLOW! (poem)

Scrutiny of your soul (poem)

Musing on who we are and where we go (poem)

A Day in Amsterdam (photos)

Palliative Poetry: Spiritual-life Contrasts

Palliative Poetry: A friend in embrace and solace

Palliative Poetry: Turtle dove of love

Decoys and Water Flowers (Photo Blog)

Palliative Poetry: Life is a master-art

Only a leaf... (picture + poem)

The World is Beautiful! (pictures)

Behind the stars the light.... (poem in picture)

New nature photographs

Nature pictures of this weekend

And the Earth was saying... (picture and poem)

When it is time to act... (poem & picture)

Out in waterland - 18 pics taken today

My dear friends 102: Beauty from God (pictures)

poemeop 3: take the snake who does fake

poemeop 2: what is love?

poemeop 1

Feel right!

To follow models or thoughts (poem)

Time to walk your talk (poem)

No treasure is found easily (poem)

Autumn Pictures

THE TRUTH IS LIKE THE SMELL OF A FLOWER

LET ME TAKE YOU ON A JOURNEY 

LIFE’S ORIGIN

THE ORIGINAL GEM

THE CHANNELER

THE PRANKSTER WHO IS PLAYING POKER...

GATES TO THE WORLD OF SPIRIT

UNRAVEL UNTIL THE CORE

INVISIBLE ENERGY FIELDS 

Pictures of flowers 

My baby sleep softly

HEADING FOR OUR FINAL INITIATION 

THERE IS NO END TO GROWTH 

SELF-CONTROL BEYOND LIMITS

ACTING FROM FAITH 

PAIN IN THE PRISONS OF SPIRIT

ATTACHMENT AND DETACHMENT

REJUVENATION IN DARK TUNNELS OF LIFE 

Check out this video: Oceanography in Swifterbant 

The Spirits of the Past are Speaking

Pictures on a bright day

PROMISES 

Rain drops in the water 

When tears of joy become streams of tears 

Pictures from today's walk in a forest 

Check out this video: Rebirth Recipee

Video of Nature in Future Meditation Centre 

Check out this video: Video Poem: Beeches Tidy Time 

Check out this video: Video Poem: Flakes of Snow 

Check out this video: Video Poem: Paving the Way 

Check out this video: Video Poem - Free like a bird

Check out this video: The Swane Teaches

Check out this video: Wind Power

Check out this video: Black Water Convent

POEM TO THE GOD WHO VOIDS MY LANGUISHING 

HIDDEN HORRORS OF THE PAST

MATERIALISM IS AN ILLNESS 

 

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