SPEAKING PERSONALLY…
.
I can’t imagine
what they envision,
no matter how hard I try,
because I’ve never felt what
motivates these insane types.
I don’t hear what they hear,
I don’t feel what they feel,
I am not compelled
by their spites
their dreams
their misery
or quirks,
all I feel
is the weight
of their brutality,
their un-forgiveness,
their hard-heartedness,
and it’s become a burden;
their miserable choices,
their hatred of all
unlike them,
their fears,
their unfitness to
understand what they aren’t
without forming convoluted opinions
and wanting to destroy indiscriminately…

SO IT’S COME TO THIS…

a [final] and
despairing blueprint
to reconstruct what human
purpose is… to isolate and embroil
as many as possible in deceptions
maze of pathological imaginings,
a one-world government,
a one-world religion,
a global mesmerist
SOON COMING
false savior
(not Obama), the
2nd Antiochus Epiphanes
claiming to be a peacemaker
on the vanguard of humanity’s
long-awaited higher-plane. Being a
vicious deceitful human, cloaked in false-glory,
‘the little horn’, ‘the willful king’, ‘the son of perdition’,
(as scripture describes him), one man being dead-set
on deluding the masses to accept what supreme
arrogance fancies itself to be, and not
just the shadows
its shadows
cast upon shadows
.
GREAT TURMOIL LOOMS …
.
as humanity races
impotently towards the
approaching global-paradigm,
fierceness unprecedented,
with all discontent
and Arcanum to
those of
similar ilk,
plotting revenge
against what is easily
influenced or controlled;
and now, more than ever, eye see
death drawing near for many millions…

AND WHAT CAN WE UNDERSTAND OF IT…

That far too many of the human-family
remained arrogant self-centered
manipulators
profaners
connivers
haters
users
foolish
also-rans
pitiful songs
tried-their-best
empty geodes despite
all on-going efforts to liken
themselves to that ghostly slick-image
they once saw reflected in the witch’s mirror?
.
PERSONALLY SPEAKING...
.
I knew a
man who once,
with vernal bravado, hit
life head-on and undeterred.
An aging warrior now
with all edges fading,
an honest reflection of
declining vigor pining for his
eternal home, deeply concerned for
his children, and his children’s children,
mystified at how fast
Earth is declining,
(with days numbered)
and all influence lessening;
confident that any accomplishments
will be plunged into the fervencies of change,
(because there is little anyone can do now to surmount
the challenges of a ragingly corrupt world-system) …
Being one man Truth touched and changed,
one man freed from arrogant striving,
from poetic-enchantments,
from the kind of substance-abuse
that disseminates delusional thinking,
from the narcotic of false-praise
and all tit-for-tat rivalries,
a grateful grandfather
a blessed husband
who found
true -love happily, and artistic
success, but a man who still (strangely)
suffers with broken-dreams, he gave his best for,
that all died more exquisitely than they lived…
.
Still… the heart is confident despite all wars that rage....
.
(C) richard lloyd cederberg
          A NEW RACE OF HuMANS