Poetry

A message from beyond

Mark a nation for destruction,

had not been well back then,

when all was young.

Whose to say, but those of ancient times,

having heard this time once before.

Perhaps of love one may miss what was to come,

though such remorse is unfelt without experience.

So sing praise that we live to serve,

or all else perish too.

From Revols Automatic Writing

Mason Aug 19, 2006

The Number of

Life

I once fell in love,
with a door at the end of a hall,
that only opened with a key,
and death provided it all.

I knew beyond the door was bliss,
and knew in my mind
it was better than this.

I found a thick rope,
placed it around my neck,
moving towards that door,
I called hope.

Then carefully I climbed upon,
a chair I moved where I should fall,
while I heard far off a biblical song,
that sang of grace for all who called.

I kicked that chair to right all those wrongs.
I suffered much and was forced to endure,
But when it passed,
I was standing at that door.

Still I try everyday,
even after an Angel appeared to say

'Each person we give a time to live,
Everyone is always eager, as were you,
to live, to love and to thrive
on this earth we call hope.
and they can not leave ,
until that time arrives'

The Angels left me with these last words
' You must wait now my dear,
and watch your freinds and family,
live life without you and all those tears,
you'll see what could have been
until your number comes,
not yet for many many years'

and now I know what I have done.
Do not do what I did, do not escape or run,
you'll only become what people fear
a ghost reaching out no one wants near,
until your number comes.

Why?

I say 'All that you were taught is a lie'

Why?

You say you can name each cloud,

Those are not clouds, I'll say it out loud!

They are chemicals from the bilderbergs.

The same causing the immigration surge,

The same who lie about outer space,

no one has ever been to that place,

but why would they lie your asking,

Then why a microchip designed for tracking?

Michael Jackson, Ronald Reagan

back to Kennedy's assassination,

they tried to tell us and present a case,

that history itself had been erased,

Still, you ask 'Why would they lie?"

perhaps you should ask for what purpose would I?

I earn nothing from this tale,

but their 16 billion a year and more,

is what is gained by their sale.

Don't come to me when I speak to you,

defending what you can't see,

does not make it true.,

look to the sky

the least you can do is try

then start asking them that question,

'Why?'