Thunderbolt Illusion [sonnet]
Whatever happened to good old-fashioned
thunderbolts — those lightning strikes from heaven
drawn from synchronicity, impassioned
by some sudden morethanjust erection?
Self-obsession, shunning incandescence,
fear of being swallowed up in ego
death (returning to the gleam of essence),
we seek placebos — ersatz libeedo.
Who Pulls your Strings? [poem]
Who pulls your strings?
I’ll pause a moment while you work it out…
You might think that it’s you;
although the way you fawned before your boss
(ass-licked him, no matter what the cost)
and let some leechlike humans trample on you —
took that nasty slap upon your face
from that abuser dossing at your place,
brings into question “who’s the puppeteer?” Read the rest of this entry »
This Icy Mystery [poem]
You heard the call but didn’t (wouldn’t) go.
Your stupid worn-out used-up rancid fear
[“stupid” in the tragic sense of being in
a stupor like a drunken oaf would be,
right after partying hard on Saturday till 3]
has stopped the flow to join your fading
dancing twin to fly to distant galaxies.
Radical Change in this World
RADICAL CHANGE IN THIS WORLD will never come through conventional means. “Radical change” (from the Latin, radix, meaning root) means total change from the root up. It will not come through tinkering around with a few externals in order to feign or simulate change (which is as effective against disaster as moving the deckchairs around on the Titanic would have been!). Real, lasting, profound, permanent, fundamental, revolutionary, groundbreaking change cannot ever come through conventional means. By “conventional means” I am speaking of the outward processes which we have been conditioned to believe can effect change on this earth, such as politics, ideologies, religions, insurrections, etc. Unless we relinquish ourselves of these illusions, momentous, permanent, radical change for the better will never happen in this world. I use the phrase “for the better” deliberately; because, if we persist with the illusions and keep using old and tried (and failed) methods, there will certainly be change… but it will only be for the worse — which, in fact, is what we see all around us every day.
There’s Something Missing [poem]
There something missing from the picture
that’s imprinted on the scissors of my soul:
A c(h)ord that should have anchored me;
a featherbed (that’s heart-shaped) or a hole.
Nostalgia for the time before all time —
Before I was a twinkle in an angel’s eyes.
Before the fire was made into our star.
Before the light beamed from creation’s whys.
Before there was that visit from afar.
Sonnet for Restored Knighthood [sonnet]
How hard it is to be a knight today!
Damsels never now confess to feeling
that they’re in distress — caught in disarray
(building their pretences, not revealing).
The concept of his chivalry they deem
to be anachronistic foolery.
Such men, it seems, are judged to be extreme
and not respected for their bravery.
If You’re Wondering Why this World seems to be run by Psychopaths…
IF YOU’RE WONDERING WHY THIS WORLD seems to be run by psychopaths while being so chaotic, unpredictable, steeped in subterfuge and deception and outrageously violent — so that you hardly know whether you’re coming or going — it’s because this dimension has been under the control of parasitic beings which have come from a parallel dimension from the earliest time in history. Many are worried about the destruction of the world. But this tough old world of ours has already been through a number of long-extinct civilisations, one or more of which have been even more technically advanced than ours. Many people do not realise that this earth is a living being which cannot be destroyed by us (with the emphasis there on the word “us 
😉 ). It is an extraordinary, magnificently complex, unfathomable, multi-faceted theatre which has been designated for this creation to play out its story in all its gore and glory. We don’t need to worry about the planet, for it is entirely self-regenerating and will be here long after the present “civilisation” has been wiped out (which, thankfully, is coming sooner than we think).
Archontic Stain, Part 2 [sonnet]
We wrestle not with things which we can see.
Yet, unbeknown to most, there is a war
enshrouded with invisibility,
which all who love the Light come to explore.
The world we see is just an outward show
of what is nowly hidden from our eyes.
The truth’s revealed to those who want to know;
for there is more than blueness in our skies.
Nature’s Way
Some Personal Tips for Self-Healing
IN LATE SEPTEMBER, I WAS AWARE OF FEELING ILL in a way which was not a usual one (by “usual” I mean feeling sick, feverish, headache and other precursory symptoms of a viral infection or tummy bug). This was instead a malaise which seemed to penetrate every cell of my body and even my mood, not to mention disturbing the flow of my sleep. Having had a daughter who’s had Type 1 Diabetes since she was less than 3 years old (she’s now 21, at university in the UK) and therefore knowing the symptoms of hyperglycaemia, I suspected Type 2 Diabetes looming — especially as my urination count was up. That didn’t surprise me. I’d allowed myself to gain far too much weight and become too carefree in my diet — eating a lot of sugary and processed foods. This was unusual because normally I’m meticulous about health and diet. But I had become sloppy and too blasé by far on this anglicised holiday sunshine isle with its cheap and easily obtainable Full English Breakfasts, Shreddies cereal, Blue Stilton and Wensleydale-with-cranberries cheeses, roast dinners, cheesecakes, apple pie or crumble and a sister living locally who loves food as much as I do!
Archontic Stain, Part 1 [sonnet]
That’s all for now; he’s signing out of here.
He’s wasted too much ink out of his veins.
From now on he will write no more of fear
nor that which all humanity enchains.
His neck’s been stuck out much too far for years;
it’s time to reel it in and fade away.
Words from his heart fall mostly on deaf ears.
It’s time to end that circus cabaret.
The Naked Troubadour 