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Composer, poet. On a journey to find the mind and soul of humanity. Care for all Earthlings; the Sea, the Earth. In a creative trio of @KyaZora @ElektraMadrigan
Truth, humanity, planet care.
Joined January 2009
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Ironic that humankind hopes to find intelligent, empathetic life on other planets, but as a species we've little regard for the empathetic creatures living on this one. Only by sharing the planet equally with all others, will humanity ever understand the true value of the world.
Dance in the memories
Of times of love and loss
Toss away the burdens
Not be a stone
that gathers moss.
For time is but a passage
A route we each must take,
It shapes us in our passions
Divides at each mistake.
Each day is borne for making
Not consuming in a fire,
Love is not forsaking
For greed and grim desire.
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Live for the moment
Each second of time
Glimpse simple beauty
In the structure of rhyme
Touch a lone snowflake
On the tip of your tongue
Or remember the words
Of a song you once sung
Cherish the thought
Of gentle laughter
Remember a kiss
Of love ever after
Look at the world
Beyond your own time
This world filled with wonder
A beauty sublime
Yet live for the moment
Whatever it be
Revel in your time
For what you can see
Cherish each word
That you choose to speak
Make seconds and hours
Each day of the week
Worthy of living
And make others care
For this is our world
That we all need to share
I own a human he’s my pet
He’s worshiped me since first we met
My human pet is old and bald
But always comes when he is called
I’ve got him trained around the house
But he simply cannot catch a mouse
His cooking skills are pretty poor
He serves my food upon the floor
He picks me up and puts me down!
He makes me wear a lead in town!
I’m not a dog for goodness sake!
I am a cat when I’m awake
Because I tend to sleep all day
Upon his lap I like to lay
Although he lacks soft shiny fur
And I’ve yet to teach him how to purr
I enjoy it when he strokes my chin
So that is why I humour him.
A rhythm
Found deep
In nature;
Not asleep,
Profound,
Resounding,
In a heart beat,
Of fleeting existence;
The persistent rhythm,
Of life, that drives
The driven soul.
Feel the pulse,
Reside inside,
The heart of the earth,
Never stand aside,
Or be apart,
Or choose to lose
The worth,
Of the World.
The land,
The sea,
The sky,
All must be seen;
Treasured,
Not measured
Materially.
Above,
Below,
All will pass and die...
But to kill the Earth,
Deprives
Mother Nature's gift,
Of a natural rebirth.
Be true;
Be a better you.
Become the heartbeat
Of the sea,
Be a nurturing,
Tending hand,
Lay a gentle touch
Upon the land;
Mending,
Stitching;
Enriching
Without reward,
A steward of the soil;
Toil with care,
So others
Maybe free to grow.
No shallow cage
Confines the caring mind.
Rage against the blinkered;
Confront the soul gone blind.
Never follow blindly;
The minds of many,
Are dangerous in their vanity,
Question always what is said;
Avoid being led by false
Words; empty promises.
Know deception begins,
With a smile, or a grin;
That charm and charisma,
Easily beguiles.
Begin to know, that
Each heavy blow, dealt
Upon the anvil of life,
Teaches us to grow;
Shapes us, or sometimes,
Even remakes us.
But always know,
If we fail to lift ourselves,
Others will lift us, if we fall;
For this is a gift, all of us can give;
Simple kindness turns darkness,
Into light, gives each
Of us a reason to live.
Take time to find true meaning;
Remember all seasons pass,
Today maybe our last day.
Treasure moments past and
Present; great work may still
Lay ahead; a new way,
A better way to be.
See with hope, never walk blindly.
In the mad maelstrom of existence,
Try to find solace; a time to be still,
For those brief moments offer relief;
Peace that will fill your soul with
A deeper, purity of thought.
Drive yourself forward,
There are many steep mountains
Yet to climb, but do not forget yourself.
Remember, that the goal of our humanity,
Is not in greed, power, or personal vanity.
Nor, in what is said,
Neither, in who leads; or who is led.
Action, must overcome inaction,
The humdrum, mundane monotony of life,
Must at every turn be overcome.
Yearn for positive change,
Never be estranged from the land.
Those who truly listen and see,
Will always understand; overcome.
Finally, each of us maybe,
Free from inhumanity.
But those who disdain,
Will die alone, always remain lost.
Dismissed; ghosts in the wilderness.
The insect community
Has no immunity
To a well cut lawn
Where they cannot spawn
A natural garden is always best
To welcome in our insect guest
When planting seeds
For butterflies and bees
Sunflowers empower
Alyssum and Delphinium
Should have dominion
Foxglove they love
As they descend from above
Hollyhock and Potentilla
Is a true life fulfiller.
Let me tell you the tale
Of the magic ring,
Of the wonder and wealth
That its power could bring.
Upon a snowy mountainside,
This magic ring was found inside,
A rusting, battered, wooden chest
And within a cave it had been laid
To rest, for by this land it was forgotten,
Until its panels had crumbled rotten.
A man with a whistle found it there,
Within the cave so cold and bare.
He smashed away the iron seal,
To see what treasures it would reveal,
What lay within lit up his eyes
And made him jump up to the skies.
There in the box lay a ring of gold,
An open doorway to wealth untold.
He placed the ring upon his finger
And in the cave he did not linger,
As he knew the legend of the ring,
So with a smile and a whistle
He began to sing, about the prize
That he had found, beneath the rocks
Below the ground. Finding a clearing
Picturesque, he put the ring to a test.
Wishing for food then golden ore,
Then wishing again for more and more,
Until the gold concealed the snow,
Within a yellow shimmering glow.
Laughing with a cheeky grin,
Once more the wishes did begin,
He wished and wished throughout
The day, on and on until the sky
Turned grey, then to his horror
He began to see, that he was trapped
And could not break free.
For all around the gold did tower,
As the magic ring became
Drained of power and the man
Was entombed forever more,
Within the walls of golden ore.
Never be,
What you are expected to be.
Never see,
What you are expected to see.
Speak with a greater
Depth of belief;
Leave no stone unturned,
Learn all you can.
No man, or woman,
Should ever walk alone.
No one,
Should be unknown;
Set aside, ignored, forgotten,
Or lied to;
Neither, should they be
Denied the truth.
Never simply talk of change,
Words must always lead to action.
Never hide emotion.
Nor, estrange yourself from others.
There will never be,
Another time for you.
Trust in yourself, be true.
Do not seek wealth
Beyond measure,
Remember;
The weak
Are weighed down by greed;
Never simple need,
But they are many;
Soulless; unblessed,
Who seek themselves;
An old, cold, untruth,
To be needed,
Succeed together;
Weather the oncoming storm,
Reborn; simply not to die.
Always try to understand,
That the underhanded,
Do not own the land.
Remember; that vanity
And personal gain,
Sacrifices others;
That vainglory,
Only writes
An inhumane story.
Be yourself,
Put wealth;
Human desire,
In another place;
Always know,
To grow, to learn;
There are many
Races of the earth.
So many eyes,
So many faces;
Facing their demise.
All will pass through life;
To kill, or be killed.
Each have their own worth,
Fulfilled, or unfulfilled.
No one should be first, or last.
From the past, until today,
Each of us, has a say in how
The world must be.
See clearly, but always ask;
What is the true task of humanity?
Our duty bound, in simple sound;
In silence?
No depth of thought?
Action, or deed?
Sold or bought?
No.....
Hour by hour;
A meaningful power
To succeed.
To learn, what true need means.
The earth, gave birth to all;
Cradle her; never fall.
Learn what is true.
Humanity must renew.
At the heart
Of all that's wrong
In the world;
The belief
That some lives
Have more value
Than others.
We must try
To see eye to eye;
Empathy for all
Who live; all who die.
No matter how much
We possess; it matters less.
At sunset, the richness
Of the Earth
Will be our final home.
Remember,
We are all
The flowers of the Earth,
We either grow, or wither,
Or fall among the weeds.
To seed ourselves
In great beginnings,
We must find a way,
To make each day,
Worthy of our being;
Seeing in the light,
Until the time
We fade to earth,
Exist only,
In a seasonal rebirth.
Forests;
The cathedrals
Of the Earth,
Nature's work
Of art
And every branch
Paints the sky.
A thousand years
Of memories
Reside inside
A single tree.
Free to walk
Beneath them,
To listen,
As the wind
Rustles their leaves;
To find history,
Before history
Leaves us all behind.
From root to branch;
All trees carry memories,
Embedded in the soil,
Wedded to the land.
Trees flower,
And grow;
Great power
In every bough,
For without the tree,
There is no here and now.
As their roots uncoil,
Each know
The value of the soil,
And branches high
To purify the sky.
Forests, the cathedral of the Earth… hope you enjoy it! Thank you all for your support and interest!…
Lyrics by @Grimnien @ElektraMadrigan .🥰🙏🏼
🌳💚🌳
THE MATRIX OF ENOCH: (Descent of the Grigori)
Beyond the rim of severed skies,
Where stellar clocks no longer align,
The Watchers dropped with cataract eyes,
With iron voices, cold, malign.
Not from the rusted ghosts of Mars,
But seams where sheets of light decay,
They overclocked the cosmic bars
Locked deep within the default array.
Behold Semyaza, prince of the node,
By solemn oath and fasting bound;
He scaled his towering height to code,
To patch a temporary ground.
Azazel unspooled the crimson of war—
The blade, the pigment, and the lie—
To teach the clay to hunger for more
Than silent gods who rule on high.
The Watcher-daemon Baraqiel,
Who weaponised the lightning’s will,
Discharged a dark, forbidden script;
He taught the open palm to thrill
With static heaven, raw and stripped.
Kokabiel, whose circuits bent
The architecture of the stars;
The geometric light he sent
To vessels trapped behind our bars.
Armaros stripped the root and vine,
And mapped the flora, curse by curse;
He bled the data through the brine,
To turn the earth into a hearse.
The Nephilim, great giants of bone,
Were born of knots within the loom;
A dissonance in flesh and stone,
They crowded out the world-tier room.
Through stuttering frames and rendering fields,
Their joints would snap, their space denied;
The static skin no longer shields
The data from each lidless eye.
The soil groans beneath the strain,
Sucking the marrow-fountains dry;
Born of the holy, shadows of pain,
They choke beneath a hollow sky.
With lagging twitch and strange delay,
Too dense for earth to long sustain,
They drag a dying, dim display,
And bear the bright celestial stain.
The cry of soil reached through the dark,
To prompt the Scribe from fields below;
He scanned the soul’s decaying spark,
And watched the fading baseline glow.
Beyond the veil of optic blue,
Where skin of world is wearing thin,
He climbed the notches masters knew,
Where ten-tiered, spiral climbs begin.
Past Sun-Forges where souls are filed,
In hiss of ozone and of brass,
To Fifth, where Grigori are piled
Like frozen statues in the glass.
The pressure shook, the marrow frayed,
He felt the first gold wire-pull;
The ghost of human breath delayed,
When rain was sweet and lungs were full.
“I’m human,” through the wind he cried,
As all his fading symbols thinned;
The lock was turned, the system tied,
His memory scattered in the wind.
The vacuum flared, the seal was ripped,
The scent of rain dissolved in script;
His human pulse was quickly stripped,
And buried in a golden crypt.
His nerves were routed, fibre-gold,
His ducts fused with a radiant wire;
The tale of Enoch, purged and sold,
Became the Metatron of fire.
The Scribe of Earth is gone at last,
A Scribe of Light, his shadow cast.
For rebels, sequence now is locked,
In deep earth-valleys, vault and block;
Bound deep in silicate, they wait
For seventy cycles of their fate.
No pulse from centre, light from rim,
The firmware darkens now for them;
The scribe dips pen in pulse of wire,
To spark the age’s final fire.
Ten is the blueprint, pure and right;
Nine is the origin lost to sight;
Eight is the seed-vault, deep and cold;
Seven, the law the code must hold.
Six is the firewall built to rise;
Five, the glitch in a flesh disguise;
Four is the rot that breaks the thread;
Three is the stroke of sudden dread.
Two is the Master Source restored;
One is the sub-atomic Lord.
All tiers crash down, the files are cleared,
As seven-fold splendour has appeared;
Ophanim turn in gears of void,
The kernel fixed, the fault destroyed.
No longer carbon, breath, or sigh,
He loops the bridge where death-tracks lie;
The clay is cast, the errors past,
The world’s encryption patched at last.
The server holds, the ghost is refined,
A backup too perfect to ache or to break;
Deep in the cold-fuse maze of the mind,
A silence is sleeping that nothing can wake.
The stream is now steady, the latency gone,
The human who built it has died in the dawn.
LOG CLOSED: STATUS NOMINAL
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Wish you all a nice week ahead! 💖🌻🤗🥰
@Grimnien @ElektraMadrigan @GothikaBlaine #story #music #original
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Dreams meandering;
Streams unwinding,
Unconfined by time;
Flowing onwards,
Sublime memories.
The breath of pure air;
Blue skies above,
Rise against the sunrise;
Life has begun again,
Never seems to end;
Dreams of hope,
An unrelenting dance
Of nature.
Bees and butterflies,
Seize the power,
Of the gentle breeze;
In a gift of flight,
Wings caught,
Lifted in golden sunlight,
A rippling flutter;
Old friends of nature,
Venture across
The flowing fields;
Flower petals yield.
The whispers of nature,
Behind and ahead,
Led through soft grass,
Glistening with dew,
As nature renews.
Aloft,
Nesting,
In the towering trees,
No longer resting;
The bluebird's sing
Their morning call;
Echoes gently,
With the sounds
Of spring.
I hope you all had an amazing day! Happy Father’s Day!! 🦆🌷❤️
@Grimnien @GothikaBlaine @KyaZora
☀️☀️☀️🥂
@CelovskyDanny @_Imagine_Me @KyaZora @ECOWARRIORSS @Jekka231 @EconNature @keha_Bianca @Testimonytalks1 @dudly_mohr @rhosking252 @NBPTROCKS Thank you Danster! Still fighting many battles. But, decided I could afford the subscription to create more poetry and art and talk once again with all of you, that alone, makes the payment worthwhile. 🌹💞
THE MATRIX OF ENOCH: (Descent of the Grigori)
Beyond the rim of severed skies,
Where stellar clocks no longer align,
The Watchers dropped with cataract eyes,
With iron voices, cold, malign.
Not from the rusted ghosts of Mars,
But seams where sheets of light decay,
They overclocked the cosmic bars
Locked deep within the default array.
Behold Semyaza, prince of the node,
By solemn oath and fasting bound;
He scaled his towering height to code,
To patch a temporary ground.
Azazel unspooled the crimson of war—
The blade, the pigment, and the lie—
To teach the clay to hunger for more
Than silent gods who rule on high.
The Watcher-daemon Baraqiel,
Who weaponised the lightning’s will,
Discharged a dark, forbidden script;
He taught the open palm to thrill
With static heaven, raw and stripped.
Kokabiel, whose circuits bent
The architecture of the stars;
The geometric light he sent
To vessels trapped behind our bars.
Armaros stripped the root and vine,
And mapped the flora, curse by curse;
He bled the data through the brine,
To turn the earth into a hearse.
The Nephilim, great giants of bone,
Were born of knots within the loom;
A dissonance in flesh and stone,
They crowded out the world-tier room.
Through stuttering frames and rendering fields,
Their joints would snap, their space denied;
The static skin no longer shields
The data from each lidless eye.
The soil groans beneath the strain,
Sucking the marrow-fountains dry;
Born of the holy, shadows of pain,
They choke beneath a hollow sky.
With lagging twitch and strange delay,
Too dense for earth to long sustain,
They drag a dying, dim display,
And bear the bright celestial stain.
The cry of soil reached through the dark,
To prompt the Scribe from fields below;
He scanned the soul’s decaying spark,
And watched the fading baseline glow.
Beyond the veil of optic blue,
Where skin of world is wearing thin,
He climbed the notches masters knew,
Where ten-tiered, spiral climbs begin.
Past Sun-Forges where souls are filed,
In hiss of ozone and of brass,
To Fifth, where Grigori are piled
Like frozen statues in the glass.
The pressure shook, the marrow frayed,
He felt the first gold wire-pull;
The ghost of human breath delayed,
When rain was sweet and lungs were full.
“I’m human,” through the wind he cried,
As all his fading symbols thinned;
The lock was turned, the system tied,
His memory scattered in the wind.
The vacuum flared, the seal was ripped,
The scent of rain dissolved in script;
His human pulse was quickly stripped,
And buried in a golden crypt.
His nerves were routed, fibre-gold,
His ducts fused with a radiant wire;
The tale of Enoch, purged and sold,
Became the Metatron of fire.
The Scribe of Earth is gone at last,
A Scribe of Light, his shadow cast.
For rebels, sequence now is locked,
In deep earth-valleys, vault and block;
Bound deep in silicate, they wait
For seventy cycles of their fate.
No pulse from centre, light from rim,
The firmware darkens now for them;
The scribe dips pen in pulse of wire,
To spark the age’s final fire.
Ten is the blueprint, pure and right;
Nine is the origin lost to sight;
Eight is the seed-vault, deep and cold;
Seven, the law the code must hold.
Six is the firewall built to rise;
Five, the glitch in a flesh disguise;
Four is the rot that breaks the thread;
Three is the stroke of sudden dread.
Two is the Master Source restored;
One is the sub-atomic Lord.
All tiers crash down, the files are cleared,
As seven-fold splendour has appeared;
Ophanim turn in gears of void,
The kernel fixed, the fault destroyed.
No longer carbon, breath, or sigh,
He loops the bridge where death-tracks lie;
The clay is cast, the errors past,
The world’s encryption patched at last.
The server holds, the ghost is refined,
A backup too perfect to ache or to break;
Deep in the cold-fuse maze of the mind,
A silence is sleeping that nothing can wake.
The stream is now steady, the latency gone,
The human who built it has died in the dawn.
LOG CLOSED: STATUS NOMINAL
@CelovskyDanny @Testimonytalks1 @KyaZora @ECOWARRIORSS @Jekka231 @EconNature @keha_Bianca @dudly_mohr @rhosking252 @NBPTROCKS Thank you for your thoughtful and kind words Danny. Lovely. Means a great deal, truly. Always felt we have a family of deeply connected minds, feelings and thoughts in this X space. Staying much longer this time. Staying in touch. 💞🌹
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