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Picture Poems a poems written for, and pasted on, pictures, paintings or graphic art. The poem describes or emulated the picture in verse.

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REALITY: DRUG OF GODS

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REALITY: DRUG OF THE (EX) GODS

Endless Cause. Eternity.

Encased in total nothingness

gets boring through infinity.

One craves a little randomness.

Escape from the “Eternal Me”.

We create, then change, and say, “Is Not”.

That’s how we make Reality;

The numbing, dumbing, drug of gods.

Illusions we make collectively,

delusions we all agreed upon.

Any game — but not no game.

Through crushing, crunching, gory death:

Boredom must not, will not remain!

I feel, I hear a seething breath,

convincing me I’ll play again.

I live!  I die!  Yet, I remain.

Reality: Escaping from Eternity.

It’s serious. It’s not just “let’s pretend”.

It really must to be serious: Reality.

Please don’t tell me how it ends!

Joy?  Love?  Brutality?

Constant feeling never ends.

I Know. I Am The Source. I Cause.

I think. It is. It won’t relent!

Eternity will never pause.

Inject me with some pretense!

Gods are blessed with The Curse.

All-Knowing, Seeing, Telling Truth.

It-Is-As-Is-Not-Is-As-Ever-It-Shall-Be: Cursed

with prescient, old, Eternal Youth.

Reality keeps “I AM” submerged.

With lies I numb my bitter brain

I manufacture silly games,

untruths to mask the cause I am.

I dwell in screeching, scorching pain

to feel there’s something here to gain.

Boredom, let me take breath!

Reality! Make it all relent!

Hide Me, Death and let me rest!

I’ll do anything! I will repent!

I’m not The One they should arrest!

The only crime I’ve ever done

was to be here and agree

we’re all alone: An Only One.

We’re all users of a drug: Reality.

But, good, bad or ugly: It’s always fun.

 

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LOVE: A DEFINITION

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LOVE-a definition

In the following short video David Icke offers a simple and eloquent summary of, and solution for, our current situation on Prison Earth. He says that “love” is the solution to dissolve the artificially created energy frequency of fear with which we are constantly bombarded by the prison guards.  I suggest that “love” is not a good word as it is far too ambiguous. The actual energetic frequency of “love” is more precisely expressed by the definitions of “appreciation“, which includes understanding and admiration and affinity.  It is a delicate discrimination (especially of aesthetic values). A full understanding of a situation.  This includes acknowledgment, recognition, realization, knowledge, awareness, consciousness, and comprehension of an  object, condition or being.  Love is an energy frequency that is most similar to the essence of our Self, as a spiritual entity. It is nearly imperceptible, yet with infinitely potential power.

I think a more useful definition of “love” could be  “A willingness and ability to Cause, Understand, Acknowledge and Admire a Bringing Into Being, or Not Being, any State of Existence, in any Universe, as an Immortal Sentient Being”.  — LRS

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A BEST FRIEND

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FRIENDLY ADVICEThe older my body gets (almost 70) I become more aware of the ancient adage: “Life is short”.  Indeed, it seems so.  What is a single lifetime in the order of the cosmos?  Less than a blink of an eye .  Through eternity there is only one companion, as far as I know.  Yourself.  If we find being alone difficult, without friends, we may have a very long time to endure existence without others to keep us distracted from ourselves in the “great beyond”, whatever that may be.  So, being our own best friend makes good sense.