They're better off out of it - the dead!
It's all there! In ancient texts and sacred scrolls,
even in the political ramblings of martyred souls
the death of your identity, consumed by techno-rapture,
keeping up with society trying to avoid capture,
reaching for the singularity betraying the Gods.'
You’ll get what you deserve you arrogant sods.

By Jove..couldn't have said it better myself..
Needless to say it's all in the REAL for now..BUT we CAN and WILL transmute the scenario if enough of us AWAKEN from amnesia!!!

Exceptional write..thank you Paul!

V

Well, I'm wiped out, so all I can say is, "good stuff." *sigh* ~~Nordette

The content: c'est demesne.... i shudder. The composition: utter brilliance, Paul. It held me fast, the entire read. Encore!
blessings ~ rhonda

Prophesy is distiguishable by the edge it walks.

Intense poetry.
Susan

Struck a whole sonata of Truth there!
Nicely expressed.

Stark realism. Most compelling, Paul. Love and peace to you,

Regis

It’s the end of your evolution,
a summary demise
and from the ashes there shall arise…
a new species…led by I

Fascinating piece, Paul - and I truly hope that this new species does a much better job than we have so poorly managed.

Ah Paul, what a deep and excellent portrait you paint with your powerful poetry, just loved this! One I will save.

Reindeer

"The Prophet" said it and we heard the message before his last spittle of chewed tobacco dried out ~ and the Poet became a semaphore of industrialized prophecies.

The semaphore shows red light like facts described as prophecies. And I know that prophecy as an inspired message or a coined prediction can be enforced to become history or can be changed. The receiver and the deliver will have the credit for making a direful future become magnificent and splendorous one or to make a life of bonanza become starvation and serfdom. It is up to the leaders of the planet to decide, and it is up to the people to aye, aye for them or nay, nay, and show them that their power can only remain under people’s will. The nerve center of the matter is that people, as people, don’t think, either because they are afraid to lose their daily bread, or because their stomach already talks louder, – for there is no dignity – in the heart that pumps blood whose ingredients signals trace of starvation and lacks the minimum vitality to ignite the brain.

Those who have a privileged life, but think they will lose it if they say NAY to the wrongdoing of their leaders; that think that is better be for the king no matter what the king does, – are worst than those that can’t think, – because they adulterate the present and prepare a dreadful future.

Our hope is that one day we will understand that the KING is there because he doesn’t allow people to think otherwise, and that as long as the DESPOTIC-DOGMATIC king is there, the future of our children and grandchildren won’t be, but corruption, starvation and drug addiction.

The human activities can’t be harmonized to a balance of power, unless force is used to enforce that Power. Whenever this method is used, the leader misinterprets domain of power with power’s domination. I am still trying to find a formula to solve this worldly dilemma. That is why I keep “ON A JOURNEY TO JUSTICE FOR JUSTICE EVERYWHERE”.

COURAGE AND WISDOM, Poet! Never rest Your pen.

Gratefully,


Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU

A Northern Nutter, huh.
Intelligent and scarey cos it really is getting close, with the likes of Iran wanting to wipe out Israel.
I wonder who really are the nutters?

Bar-th

Paul,

An intense, well crafted piece, well done!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

May God bless you this Easter, and always, as He has me. :)

In your face...but not all forsaken, forgotten or lost....there is still hope!!

Masterfully done like only you can Chuckie!!

Love Tinka

Thanks for the repost, excellent write that surely depicts the way of things,then and now. Happy Easter Paul!

Eileen

I like this kind of in-your-face-and-smelling-of-rotgut-whiskey philosophizing, God knows I done my share of it over the years. We lived in very troubled times and I fear they are going to get worse.

good lord! i guess if energy and consciousness create reality (i.e. e+c=r) then this guy could well have become his own version of God - all alone in the gutter. btw, 'sun-dried face' image is brilliant.

Interesting and intense as the "message on the wall", signs of times we wished were better but know may never be.

Felix

Paul
You venture to the edge of the abyss in this well retrieved composition, bristling with archaic innuendo and witticisms...:)
And yet....there is still some hope left, or as my Mum used to say, a drunk man always tells the truth !
Beezlebub's reign will be one thousand years, but eternity is but a passing second in God's eyes !
Peter