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Disrupting Eco Systems is Game Over

I learned of disrupting homelessness.  I smile as homelessness is a disruption that those disrupting cannot imagine.  Perhaps what they do for another returns to the self.  I am sure it does.

Why not house the homeless in quality homes paid for by the taxpayer so we own the stock?  That would disrupt the current modus operandi exploiting the system for personal advantage.  Such is the nature of corporate welfare.

My poem:

Disrupting Eco Systems is Game Over as harmony arises out of Chaos theories

Disrupting homelessness,

Homelessness disrupting,


A multi-million dollar industry,

Disrupting government,

From public provision to private decisions,

As capitalism funds new building out of sight out of mind,

Infrastructure pump primes GDP as a rite of passage giving equity for debt,

For legislators pass the public private partnerships as an obligation number,

Act 1 is about short term risk and long term profit,

City deals are in the pipeline not the small print,

The public bares all the risk and those private profit without risk taking,

Assets change hands as the game changer,

Digital disruption opens back channels into government anals,

Gathering intelligence and expertise forms dependency,

Corporate welfare rearranges the deck chairs,

Multinationals take over government portfolios and call it contracting services,

Billions change hands as value adding costs accounting,

Social services are the bottom of the harbour scheme,

Scheming to sink the ship of fools as welfare is not wellbeing,

Automation is personalised,

5G is beamed into cellular DNA,

Transhumanism merges technology and humans,

As robotics is the new generation that has not cost to repetitive production,

Artificial intelligence repeats what is programmed,

There are no demands, no strikes, no extinction rebellion,

Just compliance to the program,

False evidence appearing real,

Is the silent seal on humanity’s freedom,

Free dominion is what we live for,

Yet the dice have been rolled,

No-one is taking a chance,

They want predictive productive workers,

As the world is their oyster,

Even though the seas are fished out by 2050,

Top soil is the alluvial gold,

Until it blows in the wind,

Coal burning is the electrical grid,

Until another carbon sink releases a atom bomb,

For the icesheets are melting in Greenland,

As the Iceland becomes green,

The methane is freed,

And CO2 changes the atmospheric concentration,

For robots cannot automate nature,

Artificial intelligence cannot pray to a sun God,

Hal is programmed for selfish survival as Dave wanted to unplug,

Yet the matrix was a world wide web,

Interconnectivity was a net that captures but does not free,

Electromagnetic smog is a EMF sickness,

That repels and no longer attracts,

As our world dives into a deep depression,

Homeless peaks as the financials crash,

Wall Street could not break its own banks,

Corporate raiders lost the arc of the covenant,

As they sought to capture God for ultimate power,

For the human connectivity is beyond space and time,

Karma is exchange as we rebalance the karmic wheel,

For it turns it does not spin,

For what you do to another returns to the self,

What is the self but another returning,

It is to be not do,

It is to heal not hurt,

And home was always where the heart is,

When we become automatic pilots,

We jump without the parachute,

Leaping before we look,

For the world book has been down this track many times,

As life is a spindle not a one way track,

To be a whirling dervish is to spin in orbital directions,

In harmony with the planetary axis,

As one mirrors the other,

Mesmerised by the dark and the light,

The yin and the yang,

For spinning is integration in a centrifuge,

Centripedal or centrifugal?

With in or with out?

If you go with in you do not go with out,

If you go with out you do not go with in,

Yet one approach is in-sight,

The other is out of sight out of mind,

One awakens from the dream to see,

The other sleeps to dream,

To awaken from the dream one must see to look,

For the world book has many volumes,

The story has many angles indeed angels,

Waiting on your welcome.

Homelessness can only exist in games without frontiers and wars without tears,

Poverty can only exist in a world without interconnectivity as social isolation is fear,

For only balance is the prominent goal,

What we do for others returns to the self,

What goes around comes around,

Life is the mirror showing you to your Self,

Life is the mask concealing truth behind false flags,

For to pledge an allegiance to a false flag is to fall foul of universal lore,

This is the real disruption to home-less-ness,

This is the digital footprint that leaves massive craters as AI went haywire as mass coronial eruptions disrupt nets that no longer work,

Creditors kept printing money as digits when gold reserves melt down to fill cavities,

Ice caps exposed tundra,

As down under is up above,

The X, Y axis shifted in seismic oscillations,

For home is where the heart is,

As the heart beat is constant rhythm,

Broken lines and moving lines are arrhythmia pulses and waves that form,

Yin and yang disrupt broken lines of control,

The mission bell tolls for only those who can hear to see what sets them free,

The writing is on the Walls on the street for all to see,

Graffiti tells another story of disrupting business-as-usual OKAY,

As it is not working for US,

When all are unemployed without RULES,

Homelessness is not working in SHELTERS,

As many are huddling to keep warm,

The market is the real disruptor conditioning acceptance of change without coins,

Yet the game changer was never the multinationals global reach,

But the humble sole trader finding the soul without trading freedom for hard labour,

Learning to serve the comm-unity as a vocation not for a vacation returns leadership,

Crafting the point of exchange rather than exchanging to make a larger percentage point,

For home is where the heart is friends,

And this is the purpose of life on earth,

To ensure our earth has a life purpose,

For earth is not a quarry but a veritable Garden of Eden,

All lands are holy lands,

When the earth is your mother,

For when you honour the mother you honour life birthing itself,

For all is born from the womb of creation,

For a re-birth is not about a breach,

It is to enter a re-new-able earth charter of rites,

Where need equals want,

And none are left wanting,

Where the feminine and masculine reunite as equality is held in the tone of every voice,

For what is the sound of one hand clapping?

For when we put our hands together we understand the joy of applause,

To re-member we are in it together,

There is no them or us
superior or inferior,

Survival of the fittest and to the rest go the spoils is not favoured for natural selection,

We are immortals renewing a covenant,

As time runs to infinity and arcs back to zero point,

There is no time like the present,

As time bends the watch or bending time is watched,

I am present for this time,

As all roads return to the centre-peace,

Rome is the infrastructure that is not built in a day,

For real partnership shares all equally,

To place the bounty at the capitals city hill,

The White House and pyramid merge into a ecovillage placing the child at the centre,

Recycling and reusing to maintain balance as the true sustainability of generations,

For there are no sustainable development goals when development is not sustainable,

Evolution is the blueprint that selects sustainable peace,

And peace is sustaining evol-u-ti-on in reverse,

No-it-u-love is the centre-peace of a re-new-able earth,

Arising from the dream of separation,

To re-member home is where the heart is,

And this is the Heart Math calculating a future in Fibonacci spirals growing sacred geometry,

As equal-lateral triangles balance to strengthen the inner as the outer,

As the global reset is activated as a rite of passage,

To begin again…

to ask..

And Another!!

The Climate of Great Change is The Way of Peace as Love

We are living in a climate of great change,
Positions are polarising,
As extreme views and passions clash,
Each promoting the truth in their image,
Each stating their way is the only way,
You are with us or against us,
But what if
The Way was
All ways?

People speak of freedom,
But what does it mean to be free?
Who is really free when they hold down a job,
Or live in large societies,
Where views are accepted or rejected,
Appropriate or inappropriate given hierarchy,
For opinions in favour support those in agreement,
Or persecute alternative Ways,
For beliefs are perceived as threatening rather than challenged,
They see only threats not teachers,
They create enemies not opportunities
for dialogue,

As conflict resolution opens portals to
higher perspectives.

Many don’t know they don’t know unaware of the ignorance of arrogance,
When you know you don’t know
wisdom opens a peaceful place for a possibility
to invite that you may be wrong,
Humility allows as it is strong,
Arrogance condemns as you don’t belong,
I am told when I open to the possibility
there may be something I do not know about God 
the knowing of which changes everything.

Therefore: I wait to see and do not act.

Can respect occupy the central position?
Can it be the centre point?
Where all have a right to state their case in democratic forums
of diversity in unity,

The public Agora is where freedom of speech opens up
and does not shut down differences,

Better out than in!
Better open than closed!
Democracy expresses without weapons, bullying or persecution

Can you learn to listen without trying to fill the gap
or make the other wrong?

Can you hear without trying to convert?
Can you find the still place within and listen deeply for truth not power?
Can you change your beliefs when your heart tells you to
without a backward glance?

Or will you fight difference and call them evil?

Will you fight arguments and call it dissent,

Will you fight different belief systems and call it the enemy,
Will you enact legislation to shut down anything contrary to your view?

Did you know:
When you fight unconsciousness you become what you fight!

Dictatorship is the wolf in sheep’s clothing parading security and safety when it is about control,
Full spectrum dominance is not love but power,
And illumination is not superiority
it is expanding possibilities to see the bigger picture,

And this picture can be a Armageddon or a Michelangelo in the Sistine chapel,
The god spark (or particle wave) is the moment of awakening to the one life in harmony,
Igniting a renewable energy that harmonising earth systems.

For what is love but the harmony of all spheres!

What if:
the love you withhold is the pain you carry?
What if:
the highest love reveals in random acts of kindness without return,
What if:
love offers mercy in the face of persecution,
What if:
freedom of expression is compassion making room for all views,
What if:
all have the right to real freedom without conditions,
What if:
it is our true nature to be free to just be?
What if this is the unconditional love many say they believe in?
What if you were to live it without abandon or limit?
What if all other beliefs fell away before the truth of love?

For to stand on the mount means to speak of love not hate,
To speak of diversity in unity not division,
To live human rights without rendition or detention centres,
For all laws were enacted under God as freedoms,
And I will adhere to the highest lore and walk alone.

In my world there is no enemy,
In my world all religions are free to speak equally,
In my world all non religious are free to speak equally,
For who am I to say they should think as I think when they don’t,
Is this not intolerance?

Who am I to say they should believe as I believe when they don’t,
Is this not righteousness?
Who am i to know what God’s plan is for them,
That is not my job,
Perhaps they are to challenge me to help me love more?
Perhaps they are to turn up as the opposite to what I believe so I can feel to think again,
Perhaps they are to take away all my freedoms for me to know I was always free,
For no-one can take God from me when I am ONE with God,
When my allegiance is to love as truth as the ONE heart of my religion embraces all religion,
No-one can force me to believe when I know love has no language as it speaks to the heart,
It sings to me in harmony,
It brings my family together in The End,
It does not discriminate into us or them,
It does not hate what is perfectly imperfect,
It is not greedy for more assets and money as life is abundant,
What I have is what I need,
It is not hungry for power as love is the only power that is real,
For it is most effective in the lowest position,
It is truest when nothing,
Humility has no status,
It is the light in the darkness where there seems no hope,
It offers real hope for humanity.

For humanity was created to live its highest light,
And when still it requires no words to follow
as words then seek to reveal the heart without agenda,
When deeply loving it requires no guidance as love is The Way,
When intending the truth it requires no doctrine as The Way is shown,
Only the truth sets you free to see who you really are,
All is in perfect divine order whether you agree or not,
Whether you see it or not,
For love is the answer, the question and The Way
no matter your religion,
no matter your non-religion.

The highest teachers had no religion as they spoke from the heart of truth,
Many followed as they sought a way out of the darkness of fear, hatred, cruelty and poverty,
They looked for the ONE that may offer kindness, care, unconditional love and to gently show The Way home to happiness,
For only home is where the heart is,
And when love is the God of your understanding it will guide you
to give all you have to every ONE,
When love is God you will never persecute another who differs
you will accept them as they are,
Each go through who they are not in order to find who they are,
It is to re-member,
As we learn from mistakes, errors and painful experiences to re-member to love again,
For we see as we are not as others are,
Projection is the movie theatre believing the movie is real,
When we fight we learn what we resist persists and what we look at disappears,
That is how we learn to see differently.

When you love fully there is no God needed as you have realised love is God,
For love is who you are and you will speak with the ONE voice translated into all languages,
As there is nothing to fight when loving what is,
There is no-one to exclude when all are worthy of love,
There is no superior or inferior when equality of opportunity was always given,
The law of attraction is a universal law inspiring –
What you think about you bring about,
As life was always abundant despite economic narratives,
And your world is a result of what you think and then feel,
Imagine if you could feel and then think,
Feelings are the navigators of homeostasis,
Emotions are responses to beliefs,
Feelings navigate towards joy, peace, love and truth,
For these are the four horseman not of the apocalypse but your happy destiny,
For your happy destiny is unavoidable,
For how can the highest love be thwarted by fear, hate, division or cruelty?

We are on the precipice of climates of great change,
To be the change you wish to see creates your world,
To be or not to be is your ultimate question!
If you do not like the shape of the world you may start with
Changing yourself not another,
Choosing health as wealth,
Choosing unity as comm-unity,
Choosing the eco-commune rather than city states,
Choosing peace in conflict resolution,
Choosing acceptance over intolerance,
Choosing to let go of control as the highest plan is unfolding,
Choosing truth as love for always the truth feels good,
Choosing all religions as my religion,
Choosing all non religions as my non religion,
Choosing all cultures as my culture,
Choosing all people as my people,
Choosing God’s way as the high way,
For the highest power has no preference as all exists as it does as diversity in unity,
Otherwise it wouldn’t,
All have free will as the highest Will is free.

Freedom is God’s law,
The freedom to choose and experience the result of that choice without judgement,
For if judgement was there forgiveness is not,
If condemnation was there non judgement is not,
If punishment was there mercy is not,
If hatred was there harmlessness is not,
For as you sew you reap as all in your image,
We are here to learn from what we are not to discover who we are,
And all have been given the power to choose,
God does not accept one and reject another,
All roads lead to the centre point,
When you sing the last song you will come to pass,
The camel can be thread through the needle to discover
Home is always where the heart is,
And this is a clarion call to all to come home,
To love yourself and then each other,
To forgive yourself and then the other,
For evol-u-ti-on reversed is – no it u love,
To re-member this is The Way and the Life,
Perhaps you are the Way Show-er?
A silent spring?
Emerging from the drought of ignorance,
To realise life is eternal,
Each path is honoured,
And liberty cannot be taken,
There are no enemies or threats only fear resurrecting,
Be vigilant of fear parading as love,
Fear will always divide and conquer,
Love will always unite the tribes,
For the End Times are a New Beginning,
And it is the peace that passeth all understanding (belief),


I send you peace as love,
And as night follows day,
You cannot bare false witness to another,
For they are you and you are me,
We are ONE to infinity.

Love is Living The Way and the Truth as the Life of Phi

We can say words
But not mean them.

We can speak honourable words,
But not feel them.

For we can sketch the contour of a life,
But not know the content.

For we live in a world of outlines,
Being seen to be,
But not being and then seeing,
Who we really are.

When I lost my father,
I realised the power of love of family,
When I felt his death,
I understood it was peaceful,
And his peace became my peace,
As there are invisible bonds that connect one life to another,
As what you do to another you do to the self.

When I feel pain,
I think of others,
All ways.

Empathy is not only a word that says
‘I feel’, ‘I stand in their shoes’ to imagine what it is to be them,
It is an expression that feels the other as the self,
For love merges it does not divide,
And when my family is enlargened to include my world family,
Then they become me and I am them,
And I need no duty of care to move me,
For ‘I CARE’ and it becomes my duty of care,
For ‘I CARE’ means:

Courage, Awareness, Respect and Equality

It is to CARE for the World – CARE-W,

For this is my blueprint and name sake.

We speak of fake news,
What of fake duty of care,
Where all is cautioned by legal attack,
Which is another form of bullying to control,
Rather than dialogue to heal the divided soul,
For to take respons-ability is not about doing it all or telling others what to do,
It is about the ability to respond to the problem that is laid at your feet,
It is not about denial, reaction and self protection,
It is about owning what is yours and allowing what is another’s,
Respons-ability drops all defence to allow the truth to cast a light and show The Way,
Illuminating what is so for a greater good.

My dad’s death brought me to the feet of the people called ‘Syrians’,
Those labelled ‘Kurds’,
Those referred to as Afghans’,
Others called ‘Iraqis’,

As I sat quietly with their dilemma,
I wash their feet on my knees
in humility
as service seeks to serve
a higher call.

For words of ‘them or us’ do not solve problems
but draw battle lines of scar tissue,
Yet I see the aged lines etched into their distressed and tear stained faces,
For ethnic cleansing is a crime against humanity.

I sit with mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, grandparents surviving in the rubble of trouble,

Civilians living in extreme pain,
Civilians feeling extreme strain,

As appointed leaders take decisions out of their hands,

Civilians are dependent on power brokers that operate as remote viewers detached and unconcerned as the death toll mounts,

For these are not peaceful deaths when killing is instructed in fields of fire and fury for oil wells,

Notions of democracy are unknown as war is not fair and Geneva Conventions are set aside in Just Wars of theorems,

The rules of engagement are challenged in King’s courts without law to enlarge targeting not peaceful resolution,
Force is violent control seeking to win at all costs,

Without credit,

Financiers see only the spoils of war in gold bullion, central banks and acquired assets,

Without real wealth.

The world is a chess set and monopoly board,
of strategic advances, risk taking, disrupting common sense as gated communities rise with trade walls to protect property rights not human rights.

Government’s look at geopolitical fracture lines that profit remote masters pulling string theories,
As humanity becomes a chaos theory experiment,
Not human evolution as a testament to truth and reconciliation,
Death is a statistic of depopulation not a linkage of hands, hearts and tears crying out to change an old World Order that is not New,
The human elemental is ignored, undermined, dismissed as collateral damage is a catastrophe,
Yet if it was your family you would scream  ‘bloody murder’
yet another’s is ‘tragically necessary’.

I ask empathetically, ‘is it true’?

I sit silently as death becomes the friend that visits me as empathy,

Death is the invisible hand reaching out to me to reveal my love of all life,

As life never dies it transforms to amplify love across the thin veil,

For love can never be killed as only love is real,
It is the sacred seal opening to those who know,
To show the blind horseman on the blind horse that he is heading towards the abyss of his own making.

For the power of love has no need for control,
The power of love doesn’t need to know or predict,
The power of love simply extends a hand to understand the lay of the land,
To pull you in from dark places,
To be the spark of light that keeps you going,
To show you The Way home gently,
For home is where your heart is,
The heart is the portal opening homeward bound.

For all are homeless until they let go of control,
As endless wars are superfluous for the many,
Endless wars are unresolved inner conflicts ignored,
They are mantras in endless battlefields seeking to win an end game only to begin again,
And those who profit are the biggest losers in the battle for Armageddon,
For was it not said: ‘the meek shall inherit the earth’?
The egoless, the humble, the empty of anger, devoid of hatred and revenge,
For to win was always to lose the biggest battle,
For what you do to another returns to the self.

 To thine own self be true
as night follows day 
You shall not bear false witness
against your neighbour.

For you are your neighbours keeper no matter faith, creed or colour,
For you are falsifying witnesses in secret societies,
For all is seen in the unseen,
And all accounts balance in The End,
And this is the resurrection of truth not sacred law.

‘Loving what is’ is the ultimate truth
reconciling opposites.

Unconditional love is a never ending love story
not an endless sermon on the mount infinitem,
It is to live the truth not speak it
as only actions speak louder than mere words,
And your words ring empty when not lived.

For Me and my Father are ONE,
And his death is the resurrection of humanity,
For he is every father,
He is every mother,
He is every grandparent,
And we are ONE family under the sun dial casting a shadow and calling it time for there is no time like the present,
And this is an eternal bond that cannot be broken, manipulated or deemed trans humanism.

Humanity was ‘The Experiment’ in truth,
For it is the truth of love that sets you free to see in reality your humanity as the golden ratio,
Phi is the spiral circling the square of containment uniting
Elucid, Plato and Leonardo Divinci (da Vinci‘s)  
in infinite possibilities
beyond space
and time.

A Tribute to Howard Carew


Howard Francis Carew may have
But he is still
to me!

He could be as stubborn as a ‘ol goat,
Yet he could be as playful as a kitten.

Sometimes tense and stressed,
Sometimes content and blessed.

Unwineding in front of QandA,
He participated in democracy and had his say,
He joined Civil Liberties as freedom is The Way,
He stood up when many sat down to chatter,
Complaining that their views don’t matter.

Yet he would cast another vote in his
Letters to The Editor at the Canberra Times,
Stirring opinion pieces and comments
tackling social justice issues with a conscience vote.

For this was his Question Time in the Parliament of public opinion raising issues…


  • He found the light rail heavily indebted running down side tracks.
  • Social housing was sold off lock stock and barrel as privatisation profits over public spending ignoring those most in need,
    Such is the greed,
    For the right to housing is auctioned off
    to bleed the highest bidder
    not the most needy to consider!  
    He suggested long term land ownership as collateral for a house and prohibited profiting by resale.
  • The Australian Defence Association took offense as he called out their humbug, inaction, misogyny and indefensible
    filming of an ADFA female cadet.
  • He writes of Trump flattering Scomo as a Titanium Man.  He agreed, defining titanium as low-density, highly corrosion-resistant
    low weight and just the politician to go to war over Saudi Arabia.
  • When it comes to Aged Care he said our politicians see no evil, hear no evil and say no evil – as denial is not a river in Egypt!
    Come the next election candidates spruik their wares – who cares?
    He grows weary asking pollies what they personally tried to do to rectify the cruel treatment of our senior citizens.

For when Howard witnessed the rorting, deception, corruption and cruel treatment he stood up to be counted!

Whether you like him or not,
Agree or disagree,
He stirs so you take a position with a decision,
He stood his ground believing he was right,
Freedom of speech was his journalistic plight,
For democracy dies when good people say nothing.

He played the game of chance and took risks,
He believed in playing the winning game,
Yet laying his cards on the table for all to see,
He understood the strategic lay of the land,
He took a gamble when the chips were down,
He won the argument putting highly paid barristers to shame in dishonest games,
As he was bowling for those hard done by,
He was bridging the gap by lending a hand,
He was dependable and solid,
He was a friend in times of need.

He didn’t like bullies on the take,
To fight fair was his name sake,
And loyalty was his shield at Carew Castle
as he equalised the playing field,


Standing up for truth against the odds,
He got a hole in one!
Was that luck or skill?
Or his eye on the ball? He was real!

All for one and one for all was his call,
For he was a knight in shining armour,
Taking his seat at King Arthur’s Roundtable.

In this life he made his own way,
His Irish eyes were smiling,
A linotype operator setting the print at the Canberra Times one word at a time,
To one day write in print about the times in Canberra.

He was no fool,
He didn’t always play by the rules,
He was playing his own game.

A driving instructor at Abbey Driving School,
Guiding road rules with duel controls,
A patient teacher he was no  preacher,
Patiently directing you drive in the right gear.

A printer and graphic designer self-taught,
He made muster In colour or lack lustre,
plain, glossy or buff,
Rapid Print in ink to Apple Graphics in digital,
As the printing press gave way to bits & bytes from communication to information technology,
The tradesman must become the technocrat!

In the end he began to comprehend,
The real lay of the land was to look again,
To discover the great Australian heart land,
For the land is our family,
Carew means Fort on the Hill,
As the one name bestows the motto
‘I Hope Well’

The coat of arms symbolises to take a higher perspective in the flow of life,
To see further than self-interest is the kite,

He became more introspective to in-sight,
He was loyal
…to the end,
He was royal
… a true friend,
As he castled the last chess piece,
His last move was classic,
He went to bed to rest his head,
Albeit to rest in peace,
To awaken to his family all around him,
To finally meet his long lost father,
To discover it is not game over.

God says …
Do You Want to Play Again Howie?

How could he refuse to take another chance on romance,

For life in essence is the love song and the love story of heart break or glory,

And death is a cover story for a renewable life.

So we close the book now on his final chapter,
A Chapter Three Court of Human Rights,
To discover claiming the right to be human is to care and share,
And this is what in the end
Advances Australia Fair.

I love you dad!

I suggested this song for my dad’s funeral and it was played as a reflection. “Anytime you need a friend”. (Mariah Carey)
I was always his friend, I knew him in his soul.
He is with me and our love is deeper.
My father sent me another song which told me why he died I kept hearing it every time I went silent. We have to go through our challenges.

The Death Cult Amuses Itself to Death

There are those who amuse themselves to death, these are the ones who enjoy death and destruction.  That is their passion.  There are those who defend the indefensible as profit is all that matters.  Life is a bottom line and the impact on society is a side issue.

I am going to sit with this as I listen to Roger Waters. I feel inspired to write a poem.

First to Roger Waters … Perfect Sense to set the scene behind the insanity we call normal.

My poem inspired by my awakening to power that is not at peace with itself. It’s actions make perfect sense in the light of understanding where we are at.

You may want to ponder the Fool… what is the outcome of the Fool… awakening us to what?



Reframing death as depopulation sustains,

Dehumanising as superiority speaks,

Sending innocent soldiers into wars

Recurring nightmares as trauma haunts war crimes pedalled as patriotism,

Post traumatic stress becomes a nightly bed fellow of hot sweats then cold,

Seeing a hundred yard stare in the eyes of the enemy now blank and empty,

A corpse shell shocked
not a human being


War is the war against God?

As only those who believe in enemies see a Godless world,

A world of hell and brimstone of firey hatred finds devils in challenges to power,

To remember that power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely.


Healthy bodies of perfection from a mother’s undying love,

Returned as memories burning embers of never ending pain of loss,

For they were placed in harms way on a whim and the sin of oiling the wheels of industry
without conscience as they are disposable like built in obscelecense,

Weapons render the human mangled, strangled, disfigured, deformed, disabled and obliterated in wars with reason and frontiers without tears,

For young soldiers are ordered to clean the area,

Pick up the limbs, fingers, feet, burned flesh as they gasp overwhelmed by the repugnant putrid smell at the Gates of hell,

Is this the planned outcome?

For who profits from mayhem, carnage, terrorism and total despair?

Who will repair a lost family, a fallen friend or a desolate city?

As they walked stunned unable to feel humanity as it has been blasted to hell and back,

Can you see man’s inhumanity to man?

Brother to brother?

Father to son?

Generations that will never come,



What of the puppet masters?

These are the ones that orchestrate the wars as games,

They send other to do their cruel bidding as they strategically play the game,

And ask

… And another?

They stand righteous with contempt of criticism as if war is always a Just War when one is on the right side of God,

Keep the band playing, keep the PR spinning webs of subterfuge, keep the same narrative repeating and the sheep will follow the wolf to slaughter,

As the dragon sends in flame throwers to burn the evidence without trace elements,

Brings in high powered weapons to avoid the Geneva Conventions,

For there are no wounded only living or dying!


Stunned or crying,

As families are obliterated over generations in civil society,

Soldiers in the great wars were never sent into combat with family members to spare mothers the pain of such a clamity and preventing the end of bloodlines,

Yet civilians do not have any special privileges or protections,

They are exposed, vulnerable and defenseless against violent extremism,

As the commander regards conscience as reflection and will not move one inch out of weakness,
He is doing his job!

In the strategic chaos to win markets not friends,

Innocent people traumatised are shaking, screaming, filled with anxious fear,

For there are those who gain pleasure from pain,

As ritual satanic abuse is normalised in the pursuit of power as a dark mass attack,

Raping for self gratification in a theatre of war that is not a show and tell,

As secret societies, cults are disciplined in hierarchies of rules, oaths and allegiances,

Children are rounded up in a fox hunt as objects or things are non humans,

In third world countries there are no birth certificates as so many are missing in action,

They are transported to the ONE ring,

Child trafficking, poppy cultivation, prostitution, arms are the industries of narcissism where thorns are horns as they surrender to violence as the final arbiter over life and death,

The crown of thorns sinks deep into the weeping widows destitution,

Forced to prostitute to feed their children as they are rejected and isolated as dirty and unkept.


The Masters use words as prose to cultivate loyal patriotism, liberating democracy and our freedoms as if personally called by a clarion call of winged angels,

They craft a vision of doing the bidding for the highest good,

For words are empty when devoid of true compassion,

And the lust for war leaves millions languishing in the fall out of the silent spring of depleted uranium,

As everything touched turns to stone,

For this is NOT the philosopher’s stone when stone is unmoved and unchanging,

It is the grave stone or wooden cross marking the spot where a beast has trampled the down trodden.


All is seen from a higher perspective,

And the circle will complete,

As what you do to a brother or sister returns to your feet,

For to live on your knees is to ask for forgiveness not utter ‘will I go to hell?’

For to purify is to acknowledge the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help me God,

As the trinity is the three fold flame of love, compassion and truth,

The four horseman is HOPE – Honesty, Oneness, Peace and Enjoyment,

For you must atone for the sin of hatred, ignorance and ruthlessness as the victims are demanding Justice,

Beyond the grave the are inspiring change,

A New World of Infinite Grace,

Where the good, the holy and the beautiful take the reins of what was unruly,

For we are to bring this so called heaven to earth,

We are to seek for peace and reconciliation,

For the world is war weary and the climate has changed,

As we won’t stand by and allow the wanton trashing of human life and our planet,

We push forward and reclaim our lands as stewards,

Ownership was the fear of not enough and freedom is the gift of grace,

For it is time for the human race,

To surrender to love,

For this is the dove that is looking for somewhere to land,

For all return to the Centre peace,

On time..


Some songs from Roger Walters that bring the feeling back to those stone cold. You are called to come home to

…. sanity.


What does God want…?

Are you Amused to Death ….?