Horus

its a guide,
to be re-read
and added too
our history pool.


hemp his-tory 101
or
the heresy of the fearless.

a pack of primates.
tiny scavengers pawing;
strangely unafraid of the stomping,
half burned seeds warming their belly.

a herd of herbivores.
huge creatures laying eggs;
scavengers savory delight.
swiftly devoured in the night.

the crash of carnivores
hungrily eating carcasses.
pride grown small
it's pray perishing.


those escaped who feathers drew
and hid their nests up high;
from the ground quickly flew,
skies filled with a cry.

as the scavengers grew
in spirit and stature;
pebbles at pray threw,
in an uprighted posture.

forests on fire,
the prairy in flame,
cowardly hunters retire;
half roasted meat claim.

the scent of bushes burning;
sweetly beckoning in the night,
now one with courage returning.
into the cave brought light.

his peers him in error
as smoke filled their breath;
tore up in terror,
thanked him with death.

but fire ever since has been 
the source of human power.
ending ancient mankinds dream,
the fallen babel tower.

without heat her triggers await,
instructions hide within a living seed.
civilizations; love, freedom, to re-create.
the flower of fusion power.

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begging world leaders
killing with tanks
and all the readers
exploited by banks

turn towards good ways,
truth hold as goal.
light up the dark days,
the dawn of your soul.

rise up against evil,
and shine all your light.
in a system medieval,
making men fight.

no more shall be harmed,
is the order to all.
or armada so armed,
makes the stars on us fall.

palestial plundersong.

who gave in to the dark side;
consumed with fears,
amplified by amphetamines,
betrayed and the world must burn?

world leaders on drugs;
not sex, rock n roll,
support the thugs
that eat your soul.

systematic plundering
of people penned in ghettos
property collected, gold filling
smelted made a literally killing.

when a loved one dies
remember their things?
how much a human accumulates,
multiplied by a society fringe.

it's loot, pillaging and plunder
enslavement of the weakened.
terror propaganda tearing asunder
while evil cannons thunder.

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saving a soul
an easy goal
achived by
free shelter and food

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god is calling
out the liars
screaming, repenting;
the sins of their fathers,
haunt us from the past.

plan,
plan,
plan;
it's backwards man.

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Your imagination is less .. ? Cool

And i cant steal life with an open portal to save you ?

lol ...

I love how Atheists/Unbelievers use the Horus story as proof that Jesus was copied from Horus by Rome to control all by the new methodology of the Christians.


Yet before Christ or even "Christians".......Jesus life story was predicted in the old testament of the Jews........LOL.


There goes that theory. Next Atheists will run back to Hercules. Look Hercules was the Son of God and was half man and half God. As he fought for humans and saved many humans from the underworld...........LOL.


Jesus is the living "word" of God.

Uglb or blgu ... You help or blg you man

maybe i needed a hot bath?
in my tub, having thoughts
gather and rearrange them
selves like looking through
a kaleidoscope, enjoying
the re-creational value
of past input. taking time
and place for conscious
reflection, separating
the chaff from the wheat;
before continuing baking
our daily bread.

good to have a place;
where you are loved
enough, to be allowed
the use of a bathtub.

outside dividing doors;
smell of food dives,
through keyholes.
as nothing holds back,
the truth behind
a satisfying meal.

every bite a reminder
of the pain those others are in;
that have no food nor shelter,
their source a garbage bin.

u glp
or
blgu
burke's landed gentry u
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meh, not important
for sheep grazing
to know who think
they own the pasture.

this is not a drill said my dentist;
as he pushed his foot down,
the hellish contraption sounding;
in my head, like it's a trap.

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question:
if a brain farts
and nobody hears it,
does it leave a smell?

psychedelicism.

those who have ears, see.
those with eyes, hear.
those with nose, taste.
those with mouth, smell.
~anon prophet on ergot laced bread.

seek reality through aggressive
use of occams razor and by
wast consumption of knowledge;
both old and new, seek truth.

funny how cartoons like 
shreck are portraying the real 
world and it's loss of former 
magic, banned by evil tyrants.

wonder what was banned.
where the magic went?
to the woods, the jungle;
hiding in the wilderness.

our days are truly bleak;
banks and debt collectors
on us, like wolves on a herd
of shepherdess sheep.

leaders and wardens with their 
palms open, declare all funds 
empty; while headlines in bold
letters speak of billions towards
corporate welfare, along with
stories of evictions and suicide.

where's the humanity?
where are the values of religion?
why are people so god damn blind?
why can't we all just live in peace?

well....
as my good friend heinlein said;
and was already quoted in another post,
would you like to know more?

"Villanelle For Our Time"

From bitter searching of the heart,
Quickened with passion and with pain.
We rise to play a greater part.
This is the faith from which we start:

Men shall know commonwealth again
From bitter searching of the heart.
We loved the easy and the smart,
But now, with keener hand and brain,

We rise to play a greater part.
The lesser loyalties depart,
And neither race nor creed remain
From bitter searching of the heart.
Not steering by the venal chart
That tricked the mass for private gain,

We rise to play a greater part.
Reshaping narrow law and art
Whose symbols are the millions slain,
From bitter searching of the heart
We rise to play a greater part.
~leonard cohen

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the lies of fear
us get each time
once drinking beer
was a heinous crime

can one line
change perspective;
deepen the context,
with a couple of coupled words?

this is not a drill said my dentist;
as he pushed his foot down,
the hellish contraption sounding;
in my head,
my body in pain,
like it's a trap.

Be careful, his children are still here.
They are the ones with round ears with no earlobes.
They come in all colors.


just fyi.....

the teletubbies,
always snugeeze.

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"mission so possible"

in infinite mercy
the source of a bum
blocked all memory
of the pain to come.

in finite fears
struggling alone.
life a valley of tears;
of longing for home.

for the coming kingdom;
a promise so old,
replacing false freedom
of silver and gold.

realize that the change;
without shits in the fan,
our source did arrange
with a perfect plan.

so lift up your head;
hold your spirit high,
until you are dead:
try try try.

maybe it's worth the dance
to avoid another killing spree;
giving humanity a chance
after jubilee, free energy.

"The traditions of our people are handed down from father to son. The Chief is considered to be the most learned, and the leader of the tribe. The Doctor, however, is thought to have more inspiration. He is supposed to be in communion with spirits... He cures the sick by the laying of hands, and payers and incantations and heavenly songs. He infuses new life into the patient, and performs most wonderful feats of skill in his practice.... He clothes himself in the skins of young innocent animals, such as the fawn, and decorated himself with the plumage of harmless birds, such as the dove and hummingbird."

Sarah Winnemucca - Paiute
[link to en.wikipedia.org]

"dr. who?"

sickness of lies
cured by truth;
sickness of despair
cured by hope;
sickness of rejected love
cured by acceptance;
sickness of anger
cured by realizing fears.

"excretion of creation - circle of life"

consumed by nature,
broken up into elements;
building another version
of a source of creation.