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 Aug 2016 Moonbeam
Vampyre Kato
I'm What Passion Is
I'm Passionate
Poetic Activist
Master Script
Romance Is My Magik Gift
Ask Her Lips
Some People's Ego
Bloated Like A Bag Of Chips
Pierce The Seal With The Real
Have It Rip
Breathe Celebrate
Transmute The Manic State
Ice Land
Tonight And Leaves
Sing In The Breeze
I Am Everything I Bleed
Everything I Need
Biokinesis Morphings My Gene's
Thoughts Rearrange Things
Ghost In The Mirror
Blood In The Sink
Gazing Down This Ivy
Distant I Be
Dimensions That Been Neglected
Is Where My Wings
With The Threaded Prices Lay
I Am Purity
Illuminated The Sphere In Me
Close Just Go I'ma Ghost
No One Is Hearing Me
Declare To A Toast
With A Chassel
Infinite I'm Past Go
Broken People
Last Though
The Ground Is A  Glass Home
Born Into Bad Bones
Whispers In The Breeze
Please Sing That Tone
Violin's Passion Strings
Are Beautiful Like Nature
Trees
Monsoons Stormy Everything
When You See It From The Top
It Ain't All what It Seems
Pineal Gland Pendulum
Detach When It Swings
Won't Influence These Kind Of Things
Paranormal Motions
Costing Through The Ocean
Spirits Here They Notice
Poets Tree Poetry
I Am A Poet
Love Passions And Romance
MoonLight Mood Right
Hold Hands
Unplug the TV.
Turn off the internet.
Going dark is the only thing that we can do.

Whether we know it or not, we are only feeding into these egregores.
We say we want to be informed.
We consider it being educated, cultured, aware.
But for what?

What good does it do to learn about the trials and tribulations around us?
So we can voice our opinion?
So we can say, "I told you so"?
So we can flex a little mental muscle,
playing games of connect the dots,
trying to predict the next big event?

We can watch it all fall apart, sure.
Pop some popcorn. Refresh the page.
Check the latest pinned threads.
But in the end what will it have mattered?
Aren't we all just trying to get the best seats in the house,
So we can watch the world burn around us?

Movements are not going to change anything,
No amount of rioting, protesting, demonstrations, reforms,
Viral videos, shares and likes, subscribers, followers,
You can be the loudest voice in the room but to no avail.

So they'll come for your guns.
What then?

You fight off one, maybe two, rounds of invaders.
They keep coming.
They keep moving in.
Surrounding you on all sides.
Then ****! Your homestead just got WACO'd.

The war drums beat and the trumpets blare.
Bombs bursting in air.
Flags tattered and charred.
The stores are empty.
Your shelves are full.
For how long though?

One year? Five years? Ten year plans?
Then what?

When the soil is irradiated.
The waters contaminated.
The fish and birds and animals long since dead.
So hungry that you'll eat another human being?
Your mother? Your wife? Your son? Your daughter?
Dinner for ravenous wolves?

This really is the apocalypse.
It's not a lightning crash,
but a slow burn.
While the rest of the world denies,
and the angels in heaven cry,
the demons inside of us lie,
Not this time.
Not today.

We made it past this failed prediction date,
Y2K, 2012, Me Tel U Now,
What next?
September 23rd?
Are we really ready if it is?
So you think you can survive the fall,
well be proud and pat yourself on the back.
When the rest of the world is gone,
and only you and your hatred remain,
who will validate your ego then?

When the radioactive fallout pours from the sky,
covering everything in it's murky haze,
toxic winds and acid rain,
a scorched, ransacked and ravaged earth,
this is your inheritance?

Martial law
New World Order
FEMA camps
Economic collapse
Global pandemic
Staged alien invasion
Second comings
False messiahs
Peace and safety,
Woe and destruction

When it comes will you look back and remember these last dying days?
Will you regret following every trending story,
Every false flag media distraction,
Trying to predict and prove and make your point?
Will you feel justified then?
The doom you waited for so eagerly having finally arrived?
Your affairs all in order,
Scott free by the skin of your teeth,
the last of a dying race,
victorious and supreme?

Go outside.
Breathe in the air while you still can.
Hug your wife or husband or children.
Call your brother or sister and tell them you love them.
Put aside petty differences.
Blessed are the peacemakers,
for ONLY THEY shall be called the sons and daughters of God.
This truth seeking superiority profits us nothing.
Vanity,
Vexation of spirit,
Chasing after the wind.

Soon days like these will be just a memory,
Something you'll daydream about,
Only to snap back to a cold and desolate room,
A can of kidney beans,
Three bullets left,
Not enough oil to keep your lamp burning through the night,
Danger around every corner,
Everyone you loved and cared for dead,
The pit in your stomach,
the lump in your throat,
the hope for survival all but snuffed out,
waiting for the rapture,
waiting to wake up from that bad dream

Won't you wish you had done more?
Loved harder?
Forgave sooner?
Given more generously?
It's not too late to start,
Those memories you make today,
Will be the fuel you need to keep going then,
It'll be the only thing keeping you alive,
when all else has already failed.
I DID NOT WRITE THIS. THIS WAS ON A POST ON A THREAD I FOUND ON GODLIKE PRODUCTIONS.COM. I TAKR NO CREDIT OTHER THAN SHAPING THIS INTO A POEM AND SPREADING THE MESSAGE OF ITS CONTENTS THANK YOU
 Aug 2016 Moonbeam
nivek
you sprinkled stardust
everywhere you went
gave the mundane life
and life bright as a star
shone from your touch.
 Aug 2016 Moonbeam
ash
my head is hanging out of the window of a moving car
and i am trying to fly.
the sound of the music drowns out thought
i want to be here, and i am meant to be here.

my heart is hanging by a fine thread
over someone's mind.
and they do not agree with me
so i try my best to map out their soul.

somebody's heart is hanging by a rope
above my own mind.
my head is hurting and my eyes will not focus.
none of them will.

i am holding a cat in my arms
whispering "i'm sorry"
for those of us who refuse to acknowledge that she knows
what i am trying to say.

as you take a bite of flesh,
i rip a chunk of an apple from its core.

you really think my heart is in the wrong place?
 Aug 2016 Moonbeam
ash
i feel a cold blade slice down my spine.
you are reading an article about politics
i am muttering something about a great revolt,
sitting on the floor with my legs crossed
thinking about the gift i have to give to the world.
you say something about giving up-
but i seem to have forgotten what that means.
you understand the state of our lives
because i have made you see.
a single sharp tear is trickling down your nose
and onto the tablet screen.
fall, fall, fall.
it's all going to fall;
it's all coming this fall.
gather 'round to see the things i see.
gather 'round to see the change we need.
you aren't a robot, not anymore at least. you are more than your 9-5 and  low self-esteem. you are more than a pack a day and 3 McChickens sitting in the way of your dreams. you are more than two eyes glued to a screen. you are more than a sad movie scene. we are stars in the sky, not the stars in fabricated magazines.
you are more than what your government has conditioned you to be.
To the Fed
& The inevitable death
of Amerika

And to the conglomerates
for which we spend
One World
Strayed from God

Run by criminals
With bloodthirsty injustice
For All
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