Letter to a Selfie [new song lyrics]
NEW SONG LYRICS: “Letter to a Selfie”. If I scroll through the stories on Fakebook, I see few actual “stories” but a mass of female selfie poses. Show me your soul instead of your tits or your ass or your pout or some other coquettish pose. Women “objectify” themselves on social media far more than men objectify them. A real man doesn’t need a superficial chick and infinitely prefers her ocean to her skin. The lyrics of the song are below:
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The Real World War Started Long Ago
THE REAL ‘WORLD WAR’ started long, long ago. It is not a war with conventional weapons or even Weapons of Mass Destruction. It is a psycho-spiritual war waged by dark forces — both human and demonic — and it involves a battle not just for the mind but for one’s very soul. No matter how aware one may think one is about what is going down in this world, never has it been more important to ensure that one is working for the right ‘side’ in this conflict, which is building up rapidly to its climax. There can be no neutrality. One is either a slave — to a greater or lesser degree — of the fallen archangel, Satan, and his fellow fallen angels (demons or archons), or one is a disciple of the Christ, and working in tandem with His angels. It is not enough merely to see through conspiracies, discern media lies, and be disillusioned with governance and the direction in which this world is heading. That is mainly an intellectual or philosophical perception. It is certainly a great start, as the plethora of conspiracies, media baloney and governance are essentially of satanic origin filtered through the power-elite under satanic control. But it does not go nearly far enough. One needs to perceive not merely the conspiratorial character of world affairs but also the supernatural origin behind them. For it is a predominantly spiritual battle which leads to mass warfare on the psychological level across this planet, and your mind — for the demonic realm — is the gateway to your soul. As an apostle of the Christ once wrote to the disciples of Christ:
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KEEN OBSERVATION is a necessary art these days. All my life, I have loved sitting in cafes watching the world go by while ‘people-watching’. But there are times when a closer and more robust form of observation is required, so that one does not merely watch people (or even oneself and one’s own follies) but one becomes what is known as a ‘watchman’, a prophetic function which involves warning people “when you see a sword coming upon the land” (a cue from the astounding Book of Ezekiel). I have been observing events in such a way during the past 18 months and I have seen many ‘swords’ coming upon the land. Some of these recent ‘swords’ I have already written about in one context or another, especially concerning the psychological operation known as COVID-19.
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There comes a point one sees life as a speck
of fabricated time in ballet shoes.
Thus, poised in arabesque, I stick my neck
out gently, seeking other avenues.
Time to Make a Public Appearance
IT’S TIME to make a public appearance again, just to put a personal touch on what I write here. This shoot was from a stroll yesterday deep in a forest, in army “fatigues” (though with sandals instead of boots! 
), as an indefatigable cosmic warrior. 
Don’t forget, if there is something in my work which you want to know more about or which puzzles you, you can contact the guy in the photos at this address: under-the-radar@outlook.com .
Recurring Dream [new sonnet]
“What pleases you?”, she said, her voice aglow.
(Her arms were smiling, and her eyes were too).
ME: “Gentleness and quiet strength which flow
my way, and warmth, are what I love from you”.
Time to Trim Your Wick
OVER THE YEARS, I have tried to be patient and loving even with people who were nasty and destructive when they didn’t agree with me, and even though my determination to avoid giving like-for-like often made them behave even more unpleasantly (for they are addicted to the thrust and the joust). I always realised that their comportment was dictated by damaged elements in their hearts which they did not comprehend; therefore I had sympathy and empathy. But something has changed in recent times, and I am no longer inclined to be so indulgent. This does not imply a withdrawal of essential human love; but I will no longer be railroaded by their games, grudges and goadings. For now the lines are being drawn very differently and we are moving into a rapidly degenerating world in which those people — instead of being reasonable objects of sympathy and help — are not only energy-leeches and time-wasters but also would-be snitches to the authorities (or some other even more sinister kind of threat, as they casually haunt the edges of violence).
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A Flag is a Rag – 3 Sonnets in the Aftermath of Independence Day
SONNET I
You speak of “independence” on this day
as if you live a life of freedom won,
then fly your flag — a mere rag on display.
(You’re only “brave” when crouched behind your gun).
The Naked Troubadour 