Entranced

In all the madness of lies and deceit
and the fire storms of hatred
comes a light that shines through green coins
buzzling sparkling on a green tree a God standing
the presence a present that I we my Maya are not wrong
in this cruel human realm of the wanting dreamlessly
they walk through a light to a tunnel forever blinded by their wrongs
there scared superficial realities
that is tied to centuries of greed and want
My Maya what we stood for was perfect
as flawless as true is love between us
we stood with the god as angels with love.

A Little Love

A little love goes a long way!How long depending how we seize the day.The power in you is like a prayer,It is not something but some strange feeling so familiar,Your laughter brings me closer an expression of freedom,that can not be found complete in the wordly wind of reason,and loves meaning our life shows, do...we must..cause love absolves!Any mountain love levels, So mysterious your soul your eyes reveals,just as we are born amongst the stars,and journeying through time theirs...as much as they are ours.This moment then amongst the fiery giants;Love consistent...like the cycles..Love is constant.

Love

Every which way we look
Will not bring us any closer
Cause that what divides, conquers!
Every conversation we hear
Is not necessarily our view
But could bring us nearer
True empathy is a nurturer
To emphasise! makes us stronger
All will be realized! if we don’t cave to pressure
And tell consensus we are not going to be a sucker!
We refuse to arch our backs! Or scratch our heads!
Bow or give in to doubts! the doubters the haters the hecklers
Cause what we know is what we feel!
A love that is indivisible! It does not require thought
Or when’s or how’s this is the mind of the doubters
The critics, what we got they cannot comprehend
This bond! This love! This faith! transcends all reason
One way, to stand! Against that what divides
Politics I’m no politician!
When did two people ever make love and have in-depth discussion
The heart the Soul our Being has a universal linguistics! A language!
Every which way we can, with Love
Together we can over stand!
Love! A divine intervention! Has no name!
That what divides goes against the grain!
All that we want to be we already am..
Why wait years when we can make the decision now!
If in doubt go all the way!
Then we will see
The Legendry Lake
The Sunbeam hue
The Purple haze
We are the majority!
They are the few!

Economic Apartheid

Economic Apartheid
Economic Apartheid
What are we allowing to happen!Just for a moment see the world as universally one,
They can end racial apartheid; that does not mean they are going to give us economic equality! The oppression, spearheaded by the corporate giants the Mine owners the controllers, these huge infrastructures that make up a Countries economy is a different matter.
If we allow are Governments to arm and oppress these genocide perpetrators and try to pull the wool over the eyes even of the greatest revolutionaries
Then how can we claim our universal rights! When they are denied them under this Economic Apartheid!
The Universal Declaration of Human Rights was set up in 1948 for everyone; yet children die every second to starvation! take the 500 million desperate poor in India, in South Africa it got worse even when they freed Mandela, quoting Steve Bico "They can end Apartheid! but on the other side of the coin is economic apartheid", Hunger this word could be synonymous with the 20th Century, and a calling to a greater human evolution
This is our time! our watch! In our Land! one truism we should Know
is that our economy is built up on the peoples that are in starvation.
The poverty line has been drawn by the cons; the gangster dons that profit on debt as a way of being in their love their homes.
Let’s not forget! The Khmer Genocide of Cambodia, because it is listed as losses under the UN
East Timor was allowed to happen by the Investors, and Thatcher and her clans gave the Invaders Military Awards, all in the name of profit the Corporation.Sweat Shops born on the sweat of desperation and starvation
Keeping the Poor down A war that we are kept from understanding! Let alone winning.
The World Wide debt that takes place today is the greatest transfer of public wealth imaginable by the richest families that desire complete control over the there life times centuries into the future is planned.
The private hands! The Governments Himmler’s the Bank Presidents
The I.M.F is prohibited to fund flight of Capital under the Social and Economic Order that was set up equally for all countries in 1948! Instead even they are controlled by this evil force to covertly destroy democracies! Fund the transfer of money to foreign Banks, great ideas that was exploited before they could be recognised.
Our Debit Cards, Loans, Mortgages an example of how we are ripped off! Then our Government gives Foreign Aid in the form of Military Aid to the generals, this is the road that the machine rolls down and then charities are used as a band aid solution to a festering wound, a problem that is rooted in the Economic Apartheid that roots begun in a small goldsmiths with the Rothschild’s.
So the International Monetary Fund that is the Vatican of control the World Bank the Federal Reserve is the religious monetary institutions that control the strings of all of our financial movements.
The Grand plan the I.M.F and United Banks have power that is biblical in its size, so they violate our Breton and Woods Social and economic principles of 1948; that was set up as a New World Order, deserved of the term at the time. So the body that inherited most of the world’s wealth the USA after two significant World Wars play a part in the manufactured rules that they decided to Launch along with my Country GB.
Always behind closed doors! The Illuminate! as we know!
News on war that is always censored so we do not feel
How many Smokey Mountains does it take?
A Baby that’s born in the streets!
Forty thousand children dying each day!
That’s what keeps the machine greased!
If that seized, the cogs would grind to a halt!
Most the indebted Third World Countries annual revenue just covers the interest
of the debt boomerang, the debt ricochet is an economic genocide!
If the people can’t pay then they have to sell the earth and all the trees!
The lies censored they build walls around that what they don’t want us to feel.
They create this make belief world! We are not fooled!
Most Countries have enough resources’! Why should they have to tolerate a system that forces their parents to watch their children die slowly in fact why should the burden of debt?
fall to those least responsible for it.
Whilst those High Street Banks gets untold amounts of Tax Relief in case countries can
Not pay back loans, designed to keep the people in Shackles and Chains..
Economics is meant to serve people not some kind of holy writ
That requires blood sacrifices to a God called the bottom line, wake up
See the world as our own.
War! War! Stand! See away to end by paying every single debt and loan and disown this monetary religion that is unquestioned with the censorship that goes on
and on, The Immaculate illusion.
In the Mountains open fire Zones pores into the Sea of Blood in East Timor
In the name of Blood Clothing! Black liquid Gold! Money!
Back Alley Factories harbouring thirty forty hour long shift workers to serve profiteers, these people are given minimal breaks for which sleep is instant.
Surrender! No Never! 200 thousand East Timor non combatants..One and a Half Million Cambodians! People! Civilians, Iraq one and a Half Million with Soldiers protecting the Pipe Lines, we could go on they have all
Died in a forced silence under the flag of our land
Nothing is impossible
Peace and Freedom is worth Fighting for..
Do not fear the people that persecute us! The people that are Hostile towards us!
Do not be hostile back! It is fear that comes from Hostility.
Let truth ring out..Speak up, Stand, Listen to the sounds animating from the Earth In the far distance a child takes it last breath to become an angel! Stand tall and begin to realize that love is more powerful and real than all the products that we can enjoy, Sound like a bell celebrating a world that is all of ours, to the very last day of our life in our World, and let peoples voices be heard in this forced censorship, This Economic Apartheid

The Talking Jaguar

Liz r an it knowsSun lit walls topples,Stones spills into a Jungle...of emerald an gold,yellow go's, comes a dark glow..Talking energy flows, a clutching fierce shadow..Letting go, mind no mind, a Talking Jaguar.Free fall, letting go..as the eye expands,explodes..electrical buzz's into caves of crystal;to the depth of a petals prisms that breaks the light into visions.Instincts, Flashes, Knowing Instructs,The Talking Jaguar..MotioningSeeing...Feelings, strutsTalking without TalkingI see her WorldShe let me KnowA Black Cat Zar A Talking Jaguar

Gods Chav

I wake up and begin to reason, I don't have any clothes that fit me, ain't got no food to put into my tummy.It only takes a second before I make the decision!I gotta go out and do some runnings! Trust I'm not going hungry for a moment longer....I'm a chav without a hood or a guy waiting on a J.S.A payout, from a centre without any way-out...I begin to realise everywhere I go its easy pickings...I'm just a hood on a mission, a chav, before a judge I stood and had my Community Service revoked..all because they called us breds chavs!.You see that's a name we call one another! Can’t an eater a wage slave 8- 6 be thinking they are anything more than the ass kissing McJob chasing the Dragon 50hrs for £220! Fuck you fuck the sell out bitch working jus to pay the landlord..thinking you got a life when you’re just limited to your five senses, the only Dream you have is to escape the chains you can't see.I'm already out of my Birdcage, ain't going back Jack! Look at this Chav.I got a brand new hood my freedom and I'm picking up!Trust anybody who passes judgement is already a slave a cog in the machine...bolstered by the tele prompting Obama Deception..to the news reader to your mom's brain, as the news feeder smiles every word read well, a big fat wedge the Bankers smile the Bankers control the Wankers lie is told different on every level.Fuck them they can have power but can't have Joy there power is not powered by my soul.A starvation Generation fighting and scratching Drinking wasting running Dying fuck you to the Sound of the chant Down with the Nanny State Sell out N.W.O will be the last Stand..on the parapit of the broken blocks and rubble will be the Chav leading the Battle, just like in War of the Worlds except the Enemy is from within, where your taxes go, the Red Shield with there militarized Zones, checkpoints, National I.D Required. Microchip a little itchy at first you tell your only child. Rations devided, flouride levels rise as the Machine changes into top gear.Only to come to a sudden holt with the rise of the Chav the hood, the person who understood the plan of the Red Shield, the Rothschilds smile with the extra profit of the Carbon Tax...What they wish for is joy, a normal perspective well nature never intended in any singular dimension for them to win. we are not alone ever. We already got Gods Intervention It has no name no gender or anything you want to call It.I'm a Chav God's Chav.

The Outsiders and the Caged.

An Outsider Yes!Seems like what I've stand for and stood against, has made me aware how many traitors I am surrounded by namely Discrimination, Justice and the Law.The only conciliation is that I've got no regrets protecting the innocent, and always will do. Yet the evil that lingers in the traitor’s reality, mirrors there sense of worth and place.The pain they can give me I easily surpass with my endurance and cosmic ability.I expose truth so as to protect. Time is the chooser when truth tips the balance. What draws me to disbelieve is how very few real good people there are. What draws me to bigger disbelieve is their hatred! Which is their genius, it is perfect, like a diamond, demanding self importance and giving them the look of hunted game.

The Story of the Elephant with a Butterfly in the heart.

The story of the elephant with a butterfly in the heart. The ele tried so very hard to budge from a twig, but couldn't! All her life.. Tied to a tree! she didn't understand the feeling to run free, but hidden deep in her heart, was a butterfly that inspired this to be. Mine is the angels stares, my soul reaches out to there smiles I endear. The flowers in the colours, the stars in the light, In the milky way hour, empower, ignite the butterflies daydream of paradise of a day gone by another life. This love flames with fire, as she closes her eyes, pictorize and sings, a lullaby she is. Once upon a lullaby, always upon my heart. The story of a butterfly, a lullaby you are. A lullaby you are. The morning sun burns through the fog in the reality of the day, in a golden ray of love, she flies hi, by the movement of her wings, creates phenomenal change. The sun shines in her hair with a golden daisy behind her ear. As she flies with her rainbow wings and magic fiery waves a lullaby she is. Once upon a lullaby. always upon my heart. The story of a butterfly, a lullaby you are. A lullaby you are. So in a kind of blue, corn yellow sun, under a knotted oak, lying on a dewed green, all the leafs sparkle in the breeze. The sound’s of change a palace of dreams.The elephant listened deep in her heart, what she felt was right, was the best fight she’s got. The elephant become free. When she listened to her heart, she was alone but alone with the gods.

Three Little Angels

I Love you, you and you, like the beautiful blue that is always the sky, even when it's cloudy its still blue behind. I love you, you and you. All of me is for all of you, you and you, that is so very easy to do. The heavenly golden sun dew rays kisses our Earth,and paints my favourite colour at first light. You my true loves im gonna lift always any clouds from your hearts, everyone gonna be able to see the wonder of blue, the love in you. As the sun always burns, and gives light, all of life, all of love, all because Maya, Jacob and Ruben. All of me is for all of you, you and you.

Poor rich

The poor will always moan, that’s just idle chatter. All the money goes to the few, at least to the few that matter. The Bankers have got the money power, we got people power, who the fuck is in control, wake up! step up! If you let go of the idle chatter, that divides and conquers, and replace that with a little love for one another,that which unites to win in the arena, then we will become participants not spectators.

The Voice of the Casualties and the Fallen in Wars

The fallen a soldier a fallen. Imagine in a hospital gown, three weeks it's been now, just get me out of here man.I still got a lot I wanna do. I can feel in everyway who I am, no point me worrying, I'm still here,What they can't cure I will endure,its not as though I've got worse,I'm still a casualty, I'm not a hero fallen. Shell shocked all the same, its odd I feel real strong,my family is all that goes through my mind.I love this life, the gift to feel to smile to love & be loved.I bow my head down loose my breath as I think of the hero fallen. I give thanks to God, although my injuries severe, against all the odds I'm still here.I put my trust in the Docs, Nurses & the Surgeons, even the water I drink.I miss the morphine, not just for the pain but to aid my sleep.I refuse to surrender rosa then red to ..rosa.. colour being passed,then I block the fughing cavator.I should boast the pain has eased & I can eat & eat.I imagine the person in my mind I have become, how blind I was, what is life?Is all we love, all we have, even if it be a small cloud passing through a strip of blue sky from my bedside, or the fresh smell of a sea breeze, even now somehow it feels as if it's a dream, maybe I'm still in the picture & my focus has changed, every detail seems so possible, when at any mo your another fallen hero, a number in a body bag.This gown I’m taking off. I’ve such a desire to live to love to not give up.Feelings of dejavu, lying on my side for near a month.I just wanna stand, run into that sea and swim until the golden sunrays set pretty babe.I have a desire to throw myself into nature's breast, smell red roses, breath, breath a sigh of silence for the heroes fallen.