In search of the truth,
To understand the invisibility of the cosmos,
He journeyed into the deepest parts.
He went beyond the threshold of light,
Experiencing both assimilation and infiltration by dark energy.
He consumed everything he encountered,
Forgetting that there’s a sound in silence to which the mind should be attentive.
There was a deluge of information,
But no painstaking sifting through the truth.
He became enmeshed in the horror of the unveiled.
He found himself in a world of strange theories,
Juxtaposing and infusing art, mysteries, and truth.
He travelled this path,
Colonised by the tendrils of what he had absorbed.
Until one day in a dream,
He met a sage who advised him to search the scriptures,
Going beyond the words to seek the embodiment of its light.
February 9, 2025.
My Garden Colonised
In spring, I worked so very hard
To make a garden of my yard
I planted seedlings, but alas
A hoard of pests arrived en masse
From all the pests a plant can host
I really hate the greenfly most
I wash him off with soapy suds
And still the blighter chews my buds
Then there’s our friend, the sneaky snail
Who leaves behind a silver trail
To show the world where he has been
But leaves no seedling to be seen
Then yesterday as I peruse
Behind the dust bin, out of use,
a nest of ants had made their home
And how those fellows love to roam
While leaning on my spade I thought
How all my work had come to nought
Should I just slab the whole damn thing
But then….
I’d miss the dawn of spring.
Wisdom was bored, so she left heaven’s serenity
Yaldabaoth was bored, so he formed the world we see
Saklas was bored, so he moulded man like you and me
Samael was bored, so he taught man silver and money
Man was bored, so he worshiped this blind deity
Through this boredom, we forgot heaven’s serenity
Through boredom, we crucified heaven’s lamb on the tree
Through boredom, we beheaded the Prophet Mani
Through boredom, we burned the Cathars despite every plea
Through boredom, we seized and colonised land and sea
Through boredom, we filled all with blinding anxiety
Until Adam will rest his head on the lamb’s tree
I am tired, but wisdom’s touch moved me to write this for you to see
Inspired by Soren Kierkegaard’s argument that boredom is the root of all evil, from his work “Either/Or” Part 1, Chapter 6.
History books rewritten,
pages turned, truths overturned.
Past reconstructed.
Memories are planted like seeds,
carefully cultivated.
Reality harvested.
Leaders cast long shadows,
dark spots conveniently erased.
Selective illumination.
Monuments rise and fall,
stone faces weather time.
Legacies carved in flux.
Archives are sealed tight,
skeletons locked in national closets.
Dust settles on truth.
Oral traditions whisper
voices echo through generations.
Unwritten resistance.
Media spins its web,
catching minds in sticky narratives.
Information trapped.
Textbooks sanitised,
rough edges smoothed away.
Comfortable fictions.
Anniversaries observed,
some celebrated, others buried.
Time's biased march.
Nostalgia is a rose-tinted lens,
focusing on the golden ages.
Present found wanting.
Trauma is passed down,
And cellular memory encoded.
Inherited burdens.
Collective amnesia spreads,
Convenient forgetfulness is contagious.
Society's blind spots.
Memory becomes a battlefield,
mind's eye the spoils of war.
Consciousness colonised.
Yet, truth persists,
stubborn seeds in concrete cracks.
Remembrance rebels.
They took an inch
They took a yard
They colonised without regard,
Whilst they took they couldn’t see
That human beings are they, and we.
Hence they made the greatest error
Filling souls with shock and terror,
Claiming country they had found
All upon old sacred ground.
And how she cried when blood was spilled
For all the people they had killed,
Many mocked and many lied
Hope deceased when dreams had died.
The Massacres were heartless cruel
And after one they had more fuel
To slaughter more of innocence
To build a home to build a fence.
To scoff their pork, butter, cheese
With rations small to only tease.
Still, they laugh
Still, they scorn
Still, she cries when we mourn...
Still, they thieve without remorse
Too sinister to know the source.
Though her time is nearly here
To smash them all and into fear,
And they shall learn to respect
They shall learn to protect...
All of her, and hers they wrecked.
The heavens opened up for him and the rain began to pour
They took the lives of many good, thieving more and more,
And traumatised so many are suppressing all the pain
From colonised craziness and wickedness, the same.
Everyone needs healing from all that they were taught
Suppression will be surfaced from brainwashing of thought,
And time again we’ll see it all the remnant of the wheel
If we do not recognise the damage done and heal.
Though saying all won’t bring them back to us where they belong
Tremendous is the grief from others dealing wrong,
I understand though confused by what they think they'll gain…
To thrust upon another mere misery and pain.
How can they walk proud and tall whilst emanating evil?
They brood they're doing right when raising such upheaval?
Now needed time to knock a few of them from their high horses
Withstanding ill imposters to strengthen natural sources.
Black is black and white is white hence why the controversy?
Righteousness must prevail, justice, grace, and mercy,
Responsibility enforced to prevent the rain
Where heavens open up for us before our time again.
Love is the strangest land
It's that promised land of happiness
That everyone keep talking about
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Love means both beautiful and ugly
It does not discriminate against anyone
In front of a lover's heart
Who cares so much for a person who was
Formerly considered as a stranger
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Love is the bridge that all friends must walk on
This love can easily turn you into a martyr
It can force deaf people to wish they could hear
And the mute to wish he could speak and pour out his heart
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Love is like that stream of calm water
But every time it decides to flood
There will be no one to hold on
Since many people are mostly unprepared for the storm
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Love is full of peace and rage
It's another synonym of freedom - sacrifice is necessary
Another way to fully live your potential
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In the end, love kills, and love saves lives
Love brings peace and causes endless wars
It can either build or destroy everything in its path
Our innocent hearts have been colonised by it.
Do you know, static clocks move faster than moving clocks?
Do you know, silence is not the best response to a fool?
Do you know, a man is also a woman?
Do you know, snakes don't like to bite?
Do you know, monkeys hate banana trees?
Did you know Africans loved being colonised?
But do you know, every African is autonomous by nature?
Did you know, freedom is not free at all?
I'm sure you know that blood is ticker than water.
But do you know love is bloodier than blood?
Written October 30th, 2018.