You listened to the official views without question.
Now give Conspiracy Storm a chance.
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
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?'
For men shall be lovers of their own selves. Without natural affection. Timothy 2- ch 3 KJV
Once we approached with a loving embrace,
now we approach with a distant handshake.
Once we approached with a kiss on the cheek,
now it's a nod, with nothing to speak.
We once walked passed with a smile on our face,
but now we look down and just walk at a pace.
We once knew who was near,
with a curious glare,
but now anyone close,
we glare with suspicion and fear!
What happened to us, that we can only stare?
Once we told stories to others we knew,
But now it is clear, no one cares,
unless the story that is told,
has something to do, of something that was done,
not of a good deed or a lot of fun,
but of that person, you're speaking too.
Selfish intent and ego as well,
Is not of love to show, and tell.
Does anyone see what has happened to them?
That no one has love in their hearts,
left to share and send?
Society Today
Son
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I love you son, my arms are stretched
My boy, I love to hug and protect
You walked a rocky road so long,
not feeling that you truly belonged.
Perhaps now you can see,
That all my rules and nagging too,
was not to stop you feeling free,
but out of love for you from me.
It did not seem to be this way,
I did not want to see you stray.
So that is done now.
Forget it all, we have a future that does call.
It beckons us through,
a great transformation,
changing our spirits to be true,
to God, to society and first and for the most,
to family members we daily host.
This is where it all began,
and love is how this family will stand.
When others abandoned you,
when you were wrong,
We will always be here,
where you always belonged.
Revol Brasier
King
King is a cat old as can be,
in one eye he can not see.
I shudder to think,
of what I must do,
his body is frail,
his demeanor is weak.
We know what it is,
that must be done,
it won't be long that he has to live.
this transition that has come,
to alleviate the pain,
nearing one's end is always the same.
Not if or how is this to be?
But when is the answer,
that lingers forth,
since fate has already formed his course.
Oh, hail the king,
whose life we shared,
Oh, Hail the king,
with the tortoise hair.
You must depart now,
for a short while.
You will wait in God's arms,
with our hearts and our love,
until the doors open,
and we step through,
this time for us to accompany you!
Hit
Me
The Next Life
When the music plays,
I start to sway,
and the memories are here to stay.
Well, more just a moment or two,
while I think of you!
The times are past,
never meant to last,
So we reflex a bit,
wondering why with a heavy sigh,
Would we want to go back?
Being honest with ourselves,
I always lost track.
Tears swelter so often,
and something feels sad,
though we laughed sometimes,
Other times were bad.
I don't think we should,
just to do the same.
Let us wait for another place,
that we hope will be safe.
Truly the danger we never knew,
that life any second could change its place,
and it did many times,
while we lived and grew.
First, I'll weigh the cost,
maybe then, that next time,
I won't get lost.
RevolBrasier
Hit
Me
There's something wrong with the world these days.
No one has patience, or understanding
or even to praise,
while one tries to request a better way.
Explain clearly the reasons why,
expecting them at least to try,
yet the hearing goes dry.
The ego is all they seem to express,
while they lack that ability to grasp, that intentions ease unnecessary stress,
to do one's daily task.
Power self imposed and none have need,
to grow during life, learn and exceed.
It is just easier to finger a blame,
than let someone whose face ,
has no important name,
suggesting a change.
But this is how it has always been,
dare to suggest something new?
Best to stop these ideas now,
they vocal back a false view.
Defending great talent,
the ability is challenged,
silence is the balence.
Waves have been made but now stay still,
so they continue the same ,
as they always will.
There's something wrong with the world these days,
no one has patience, or understanding
or even to praise,
while one try's to request a better way.
Explain clearly the reasons why,
expecting them at least to try,
yet the hearing goes dry.
The ego is all they seem to express.
they lack that ability to grasp,
that intentions ease unnecessary stress,
to do ones daily task.
Power self imposed and none have need,
to grow during life, learn and exceed.
It is just easier to finger a blame,
than let someone whose face ,
has no important name,
suggesting a change.
But this is how it has always been,
dare to suggest something new?
best to stop these ideas now,
vocal back a false view.
Defending great talent,
the ability is challenged,
silence is the balence.
Waves been made but now stay still,
so they continue the same ,
as they always will.
Revol Brasier