creation sustained
in and of life’s liquid light
breathing in the deep
casement concealed in
illuminated essence
listening to see
Month: December 2016
Dinnae Fear The Reaper
Dinnae fear the reaper fur he comes to claim us aw
Insteid be watchin’ oot fur aw his pals
Folk that bend the bedsprings tae deliver rancid laws
Sleekit basturts plyin’ poverty, their cause
Dinnae fear the furriners, the enemy’s within
Malicious ae intent an’ rank deceit
Peddlers ae false prophecies, by diff’rent name, well kent
An’ aw wur human rights ur nigh oan spent
Dinnae jist ignore the news fae biased media
The Daily Heil an’ aw assorted rags
Gie evidence that challenges their version ae the truth
Boycott the advertisers, facilitators ae uncouth
Dinnae fret the sickle that threshed oot 2’16
When yer tea is oot it’s oot an’ that’s a fact
Insteid be giein’ comfort an’ support tae aw who need
An’ mibbe keep wur eyes oan selfish greed
Dinnae travel backwards thru’ pink-tinted specs that lie
Halycon, aye tainted, when it’s spied
Present circumstances an’ the future ae man clan
In ’17, c’moan, let’s dae the best we can
Dinnae dae resolvin’ if it’s only fur yersel’
Yer doomed tae fail, ah know, ah’ve done it tae
Plan a bit mair simple, fight the good fight fur wur race
An’ sock the reaper’s helpers in the face
Dinnae fear the reaper, tho’ his games an’ choices suck
Play inventit as he gangs alang
It’s the temperamental, bogus, twistit cheats that love his name
That really dish oot grief wi’ wars and pain
Noo, dinnae ye be fashing ‘boot the year that’s oan its wie
Doom an’ gloom, catastrophe, that ilk
There’s mair ae us than them an’, wi’ action, keep the heid
Enguard tae reaper’s helpers, wur no’ deid
Don’t fear the reaper for he comes to claim us all
Instead be watching out for all his friends
Folk who bend the bedsprings to deliver rancid laws
Sly bastards, plying poverty, their cause
Don’t fear the foreigners, the enemy’s within
Malicious of intent and rank deceit
Peddlers of false prophecies, by different name, well known
And all our human rights are nearly gone
Don’t just ignore the news from biased media
The Daily Heil and all assorted rags
Give evidence that challenges their version of the truth
Boycott the advertisers, facilitators of uncouth
Don’t fret the sickle that threshed out 2’16
When your time is up it’s up and that’s a fact
Instead be giving comfort and support to all who need
And maybe keep our eyes on selfish greed
Don’t travel backwards through pink-tinted specs that lie
Halcyon, always tainted, when it’s spied
Present circumstances and the future of mankind
In ’17, come on, let’s do the best we can
Don’t do resolving if it’s only for yourself
It’s doomed to fail, I know, I’ve done that too
Plan a bit simpler, fight the good fight for our race
And punch the reaper’s helpers in the face
Don’t fear the reaper though his games and choices suck
Play invented as he goes along
It’s the temperamental, bogus, twisted cheats that love his name
That really dish out grief with wars and pain
Now, don’t be worrying about the year that’s on its way
Doom and gloom, catastrophe, that ilk
There’s more of us than them and, with action, keep the head
Enguard, to reaper’s helpers, we’re not dead
Jist The Wan Rid Threid
Fae wan minnit tae the next there’s no’ a pause
Jist the wan rid threid haudin’ it aw the gither
Same stream ae blood that gies us aw same cause
Ye cannae see it tae ye look an’ hope discover
Ancestry they cry it an’ it’s cairried in wur veins
A fine rid threid that lasts beyoand wur deid
Passed oan fae wan tae anither in aw wur weans
Gie time we aw wur mindet ‘boot that threid
Monopolised
Dissed
Dysfunctional, discredited
Disappearing in disdain
Dissocial, sans mercy
Distributing your pain
Disgusting, distempered
Distanced from the mass
Disproportioned wealth and clout
Disconnected ruling class
Disordering disdainfully
Distorters of the news
Dissemblers disfiguring
Dismembering facts and truth
Dishonourable deceivers
Disrespected dynasty
Dissociative governance
Dismantling society
Discriminating shamelessly
Discovered wasted space
Disciples of self-serving
Dissed by own disgrace
Of Energy And Entropy
One push potential
Transformation in fused mass
Plasmatic power
Progressive Winds Of Change
troglodytes with paint pots
in caverns where they dwell
raking through old tunnelled rock
those backward ne’er-do-wells
reliving former glories
in the etchings daubed to prove
that progress is parietal
a wall that cannot move
denying wind through apertures
eyes squinting in the dark
ritualistic, prehistoric
resistant by their marks
but progress is inexorable
though hindered by the trolls
essence of enlightenment
offensive to mere moles
repudiating changes
misfortune ’twere it fact
but art that’s manifested light
has led counterattack
evolution’s history
brooks no backward glance
freed from caves, progressives
reject regressive stance
sarcophagal appetite
to the death of stone age script
buried in the rubble leave
benighted, ill-equipped
crude and savage legacy
the writing’s on the walls
some delay may be inevitable
but brutal stonework fades and falls
elemental, fundamental
primordial process
the winds of change sweep steadily
with turbulence, progress
More Than Morlocks
When soldiers, sects, societies march proudly to a beat
That drums and thrums on hatred uniform
And questioning’s diminished or dismissed right out of hand
We know we are a people misinformed
When banners are unfurled in lands that simply are not ours
For purposes kept closeted or quelled
And who is friend or foe is determined by the day
It’s evident that we are being shilled
When motives may be measured by the money or the power
Attainable if ethics are deemed dead
And who we trusted then can never be again
We know that, by the nose, we’re being led
When qualitative judgements disenfranchise or demean
And language used dismisses human rights
We’ve become the Morlocks in dysfunctional machine High time to set the future in our sights
When civilised communities turn from the baton waved
And muster to a tune that raises goals
We’ll know that we are free to be all that we can be
And maybe then we’ll salvage stolen souls
When this year reaches closure, we’re counting down the days
Recognising it has been a bitch blast
Might we all resolve to set our digits to fast forward
And let past ways stay firmly in the past
Love to you all and may you know justice, peace and happiness wherever you may be. Anne-Marie x
Getting Real News From Aleppo – Dr Ron Paul Interviews Vanessa Beeley for the Liberty Report
Lumen In Obscuris ll
20th December 2016
Ron Paul ~
“There is plenty of reporting about what is going on in Aleppo, but there are very few reporters. In today’s Liberty Report we are joined live from Syria by independent journalist and researcher Vanessa Beeley for some rare on-the-ground reporting.”
Lumen In Obscuris
the camera never lies
they say
it does
a moment caught in time
to falsify
a frozen tear
an abject countenance
a corpse who lives
a screenshot here and there
an act
a frame
a reel that rolls
and turns the outside in
then turns again
a portion of a picture
pieced to fit
an edit here and there
delete
insert
mutate
this part
that bit
the camera bleeds
we weep
we cry
it pauses
it affects
and adds effects
to filter
purpose
it lies
we lie
an open aperture
convenient flash
a resumé of broken bulbs
a useless spark
granulated truth
revealed
too little light
too much still dark
mendacity that hides
the hidden depths
compounds
confusion
obscures to
obfuscate
the live
the motionless
freeze-frame
to check
the memory
the bait
the camera never lies
we’re told it’s so
except
of course
it does
and this
we all
already know
