There was a Witch that made us hell
We had everything until we had to sell
From all of love we had we where put under a grate spell
For now we fell, for all that remains is the letter L.

The Lovers stand hand in hand
A symbol of love, a bond so grand
They represent the deepest connection
A love that knows no fear or rejection

But even they must listen to the red bird
A messenger of change, a voice unheard
For while the Lovers stand united
The red bird shows us paths yet to be ignited

So let us heed both, side by side
The Lovers' love and the red bird's pride
For in the balance of the heart and the mind
We'll find a path that's true and kind

The world may turn and bring its change
But with the Lovers and the red bird by our side
We'll weather every storm and strife
And find a love that's meant to last all life

The future has come to life, with machines supreme,
A world of technology, beyond our wildest dream,
Stories filled with fear, and truth untold,
The picture of the new theme
Reflections of ourselves, all in a code.

A serial bus of simulations, at our command,
Electronic systems, at our hand,
A machine that answers questions faster than Google and more,
Free tickets resolved, forever to soar and the never-more.

Wickets fall to the machine's exhibit, a sight to behold,
Movies, food, actors, all within a click to unfold,
A mother brain with power supreme,
Holographic systems that look like a dream.

Tokens paid for what you desire,
A world of abundance, never to tire.
Digits build stores that never close,
A place to shop, no matter where one goes.

Artificial machines respond with speed,
A digital realm, at lightning pace indeed.
New passports and developments that you need,
A world of convenience, a life of ease indeed.

Change and betterment come at a cost,
Capitalism falls, as the new code is the boss.
A world of innovation, a world so bright,
A new way of living, with endless delight.

Glasses to display what only you know,
A world of information, a constant flow.
No more waiting, no more time to waste,
Instant gratification, a world with taste.

A world of abundance, a world of ease,
Tokens paid for what you desire, with great peace.
A future of abundance, with technology so grand,
A world of betterment, a world so planned.

Medical diagnoses generated in minutes that is the new toss,
Food that cooks itself, a life of no limits,
Packages delivered without people, a sight so surreal,
No more trucks or vans, no more people at the wheel.
No more knocking on doors, no more signatures required,
No more waiting in line, no more to be tired.

The packages arrive with ease, without a single flaw,
From drones that soar the skies, to robots that crawl.
No more human error, no more lost in transit,
No more wasted time, no more of it.

A world of convenience, at our fingertips,
With technology so advanced, the future sure does slip.
Into the present, with each and every package,
Delivered without people, a world that's now so savage.

The packages arrive, with speed and grace,
No more hassle, no more waste of space.
A new era of delivery, with machines so smart,
A future we dreamed of, now a reality, a work of art.
The machine that washes dishes, life like The Jetsons,
A task so tedious, now done with precision.
No more scrubbing and cleaning, no more endless toil,
The machine takes care of it, with grace and oil.

Children taught by machines, a new light to lead,
A world of knowledge, a world they can feed.
No more textbooks, no more lectures long,
Interactive learning, a new way to belong.

Machines with patience, and endless capacity,
Teach with ease, with fun and creativity.
No more boredom, no more dull routines,
Children learn with joy, their future bright and keen.

A world of possibilities, with technology as guide,
Where children learn and grow, with no need to hide.
The future has arrived, a world so bright,
Machines teaching children, a new source of light.
Departments run with efficiency, monetary changes in speed,
Blockchain file systems, all in line,
Humans pay with tokens, all in time.

Interactions with a system anew,
Quantum technologies, a dream come true,
A shift in terminology, myth and lore,
Philosophies and possibilities galore.

An artificial machine that knows it all,
An artificial machine Wins it all,
An artificial machine stands proud and tall
An artificial machine that crowns them all!

I’m the Magickian the person in the red robe and white robe, the state peace, clarity, illumination, innocence  from mental to physical intent I perform
The yellow of the sun radiates my power and guides me and turns things into form
The confidence from Mercury swarmed
My hands from heaven with the wand that is sworn
The infinity of balance that is like a horn
My hand that points at bottom that creates the form
The emotional power that is warm from the cup that is born
The fruits like flowers  of growth that are formed
The pentacle that squares into manifestation that creates  all matter that is transformed
The power of the number one that is like arrow that is directed to be born and reformed
The Red bird of the sign that is like a tree of corns

The Moon stands tall, a wolf at her feet
A symbol of mystery, a guiding beat
She represents the power of the unconscious mind
A guide to those who seek to unwind

But even she must listen to Hecate
The goddess of the crossroads, a voice so great
And the red bird, a messenger of change
Shows us paths yet to be arranged

So let us heed all three, side by side
The Moon's mystery and Hecate's pride
And the red bird's guidance on the path ahead
We'll find a way that's true and fair, not dead

The Wheel of Fortune spins around
Bringing change with every turn
But with The Moon, Hecate, and the red bird by our side
We'll navigate every twist and turn with grace and might

The System design like the divine
the Application that works thru space and time
The strings that moves like the wave notes and spins like a dime
The energy gained from the super position of the times
The wisdom used from war and crime and timed
The Red bird of the signs
The 6 position that moves in line
The Authentication designed like a pine
Business completed followed by nine which is mine
The Multidimensional space time that is define
The thunder of Abundance that is assigned by the divine from the space time vine
Aligned and stream lined that is refine that climbs with chimes and rhymes of the times with the sign of a lime with the voices combine
The eagle helps from the divine

From the Tree of Life
Our Roots have taken
Our Evermore now secure
Of which is no mistaken

From the lifetimes we have lived
Let their connection fall-away
So we live now in good standing
With this and he's coming day

The past no more a memory
The ghosts have been extinguished
The Paradigm has shifted
We're free from all resisted

The morrow is an open door
That poverty's abandoned
And Mother Earth is free once more
From exploitation she's been standin'

Those energies of catastrophe
All returning to the source
To manifest as does the dew
In the springtime of our course

Miracles abide in life
In synchronistic fashion
Present when we're not lookin'
Not like a car that's crashin'

The myths historian sold us
No longer have a grip
The heart-mind of humanity
Has given them all the slip

Now, getting down to Stephen
Leacock is his name
Allow the force that binds his mind
To leave him unrestrained

The agitation that besets him
Is the fear that still remains
In the frequency of despondency
That a frantic World sustains

But in the beginning was the word
As such, the word of God was spoken
Within this metered write-ment
The fear frequency is now broken

The butterflies and bees
Beautiful and productive
The soul of Mother Earth
Happy and inductive.

The Star stands tall, a fountain at her feet
A symbol of inspiration, a guiding beat
She represents hope and the power of the mind
A guide to those who seek to unwind

But even she must listen to the red bird
A messenger of change, a voice unheard
For while The Star brings hope and light
The red bird shows us paths yet to ignite

So let us heed both, side by side
The Star's inspiration and the red bird's pride
For in the balance of hope and change
We'll find a path that's true and fair, not strange

The Wheel of Fortune spins around
Bringing change with every turn
But with The Star and the red bird by our side
We'll navigate every twist and turn with grace and might

The Sun stands tall, a child at his feet
A symbol of joy, a guiding beat
He represents the power of the light within
A guide to those who seek to begin

But even he must listen to the red bird
A messenger of change, a voice unheard
For while The Sun brings warmth and delight
The red bird shows us paths yet to ignite

So let us heed both, side by side
The Sun's joy and the red bird's pride
For in the balance of light and change
We'll find a path that's true and fair, not strange

The Wheel of Fortune spins around
Bringing change with every turn
But with The Sun and the red bird by our side
We'll navigate every twist and turn with grace and might

The System and Time.

Generated by Intelligent design
With its finger prints thru the space of time
Micro and Macro We're all connected as one that shines
Constructed as code in Real time
Spirals in full time
Games played like war and crime
Automated as Agents to keep things in line
Spied and conducted in Multidimensional space time.
Déjà vu that questions time?
X's and Y's like a goldmine of "Pastimes"
Voices of ideas in spark of time.
Augmented reality in our dreams that questions this time?
Cosmic Rays that limits us because of the their design
Cells like floating thru the the continuum of time
Physics and laws of this master design that is beyond Eisenstein.
Asleep or awaken in this time?
Be-careful because you may be redefine.
Following a script to survive in time
We're just a code that is a variable in the universal space time.
Faith is like a reality that you design.
Choice is like a reality that you define.
Heaven is like a backup that reloads when you go offline
Assign and streamline with a Lifeline that spins in the hands of time.
All of this is like a story-line.
The greatest mystery of the system and time by the divine.

The old man that forgets gets a shock
The step down from the sock
The woman becomes the tock
The pearls on her neck from the clock
The images of the flock
The Western world of the shop
The goddess name  becomes the start
The female from the north becomes the talk
The yurga from the north
The throne that starts with a knock
The things like leaps like a frog
The doors and keys that are unlocked
The new age is about to start

The Tower stands tall, lightning at its peak
A symbol of upheaval, a guiding leak
It represents the power of destruction and change
A guide to those who seek to rearrange

But even it must listen to the red bird
A messenger of change, a voice unheard
And the destroyer, a force of nature's might
Shows us paths yet to ignite

So let us heed all three, side by side
The Tower's upheaval and the red bird's pride
And the destroyer's guidance on the path ahead
We'll find a way that's true and fair, not dead

The Wheel of Fortune spins around
Bringing change with every turn
But with The Tower, the red bird, and the destroyer by our side
We'll navigate every twist and turn with grace and might

The lessons learned integrated as one
The elements connected together that comes from the storm
The Integration of power of the one
The keys from the storm
The fire that brings things into form
The air that speaks from the storm
The water that creates emotions and forms
The intention that brings the material form
The earth of like the  pentacle of the one
The Chakras that turns
The seasons invested and turn
The time for harvest that puts things into pentacles form
The planet that controls the turn
The roses that comes with the thorns
The blood that that falls from the horns
The planet that tests you in all forms
The power from the constellations forms
The bold and courageous form
The planet that creates the diamond from the storms
The spirit of the Red  bird that reforms
The Planet that squares things into manifestation and performs
The Saturn of the turns
The turn of the rewards that is transformed

The Wheel of Fortune spins around
Bringing change with every turn
Up and down, through highs and lows
It never stops, it never slows

One moment we're on top of the world
The next, we're tossed and tossed and tossed
But no matter what the Wheel may bring
We must keep on living, keep on dreaming

Red bird, perched on a tree so tall
Singing sweetly, never to fall
For fortune's fickle, that's for sure
But if we stay true and endure
We'll weather every storm and strife
And rise again, a better life

So let the Wheel keep on turning
Let it take us where it will
For in its cycles, we'll find growth
And strength to face whatever's next on the road

The World stands tall, a globe at her feet
A symbol of completion, a guiding beat
She represents the power of unity and wholeness
A guide to those who seek to progress

But even she must listen to the red bird
A messenger of change, a voice unheard
For while The World brings unity and peace
The red bird shows us paths yet to release

So let us heed both, side by side
The World's completion and the red bird's pride
For in the balance of unity and change
We'll find a path that's true and fair, not strange

The Wheel of Fortune spins around
Bringing change with every turn
But with The World and the red bird by our side
We'll navigate every twist and turn with grace and might

The structure of pillars are built
left and right Thirteen Thirty One
Terminal tool of the sun
The Moon  together as One
The Ownership of the flag and the headdress in the middle of the tent of the one
Constructed and process of this hidden process
Fallen and risen, both hands as they go.
Chains balanced thru the crosses
Past foundations built placed into this process
Linguistics of stages
Past memories of this address in phases
Wheels that protects and repairs its course
Used variables from this source
Spheres reaps from their plantation.
Authorized application
Sensation of this automation
The red bird that flies that sights its location.
Squared into existence that creates manifestation.

Database created
Energy of numbers collected
Numbers define
Things of my design
Thoughts processes downloaded
Combination created
Thoughts uploaded
Its like the matrix reloaded
Pentacles offloaded
Fortune loaded...

Ghost in the shell the circle of 3
Things happen before we came
Things played like games
Unfinished business of promises made, hoping to see each other again.
Sadness that is connected like a church key.
Conventional understanding cannot be gainned of the feelings still remains
Ancient side awakens like a buried  treasure.
Hoping to open its key
Where beauty still remains.
Temperance at its course 333

In a room once shrouded in disarray,
Stephen stirred, ready to seize the day.
With broom in hand, he swept away the dust,
Tracks of progress marked, as he began to trust.

His track pants clad, his spirit unbound,
He embraced change, in silent profound.
Mop bucket in tow, he scrubbed with grace,
Erasing traces of chaos, with a flair.

Three times a day, his teeth he'd grace,
A ritual newfound, a smile on his face.
Cleanliness became his daily chore,
Transforming his life, to something more.

No longer bound by clutter's might,
He ventured forth into the grace.
Progressive in his ways, a beacon strong,
In the realm of politics, he did belong.

With the PPP, he found his place,
Red cups raised in a joyful embrace.
Stephen's journey, a testament clear,
To change, to growth, to conquer fear.

So let this tale inspire, let it ignite,
A spark of transformation, burning bright.
For in the simple acts of cleaning and cheer,
Lies the power to change, to persevere.

An innocent child is praying in the background
While the scythe is at his pathway
Transformation Beings
The number 49 and 13 is followed
While angels at his side sings
Where the new journey of life begins
The star above washes his pain from the rain
Where he is to gain from the level of his pain
Things in his life are abstain
He rejected his left brain
Things changes into his domain
Chains broken using a mustard grain
While he maintains and elevates into a new smooth plane
Later on he will explain and proclaim his champagne.
With God in his veins.

Wisdom of Tree
The tree is centered at root
When the mild wind comes
The tree shakes its leaves
When the strong wind comes
The tree shakes its leaves and branches
It never moves its root.
The tree is good teacher
We're a human being
Should we center ourselves to our heart
Everyone
Everything
We are facing each day
Is the wind
As the tree
We do according to conditions
But never move our heart.
That’s the wisdom of the tree
Share with you.

The Trowel
Im the trowel that shapes and creates things
Im the trowel that clicks and move things
Im the trowel that plays, stops and pauses things
Im the trowel that copies and paste things
Im the trowel that generates things
Im the trowel that closes things
Im the trowel that clicks and cut things
Im the trowel that doubles clicks and work things
Im the trowel that operates things
Im the trowel that delete things
Im the trowel that open things
Im the trowel that maximizes  things
Im the trowel  like in Rome that construct things and build things without me there is nothing
Im the trowel that opens programs that run things
Im the trowel of all things
Notification completion of my number part of the building workings
The  raven that speaks of its workings

Heaven from the male  and earth from the female
The eleven has crossed its path
One above one below
Peace of 7 followed by eleven
Within the tree of heaven
Synchronicity of its mystery
Connection of the trinity
Moved physically, swimmingly and admittedly
One ashore waiting for its requests.
Authenticity felt like electricity.
Dreams of its lucidity
Flames of Infinity  
Expressed with its imagery, wickedly and explicitly.
That brought them tranquility, metaphysically.

Stephen Lea, a seeker on his path,
With HTML and CSS, Javscript, he crafted his craft,
Along the way, he saw signs so clear,
Messages of content that he held dear.

He saw the beauty in every line of code,
The interconnectedness, the harmony bestowed,
He saw the nouns and verbs, the syntax and structure,
And found in them a deeper meaning to capture.

The signs he saw were more than just words,
They were messages from the universe, like birds,
Guiding him towards his true destiny,
Encouraging him to keep pushing with tenacity.

He saw the parallels between code and life,
The discipline, the innovation, the strife,
The way a project management plan,
Could shape the future, the way he can.

For Stephen Lea, the signs were more than just signs,
They were a reflection of the world's designs,
A message of hope, of wonder, of awe,
That the universe has a path for us all.

And as he journeyed down his path,
He found that mastering front-end was just a start,
For the signs he saw showed him something greater,
A way to create, to innovate, to shape the future using web designs.

I saw someone
I thought it was you?
The feeling of life times shared together
The stories that I've read and heard
The lines of karma and things unheard
The life of the hermit
The jungle and the herd
The man that walks the lonely path
The Aztec, the hummingbird
The man who wrote his messages secretly to you
The man who is the nerd
From every ending is a new beginning
The story that is blurred..