New World Order

Well there it is I've put it in print, the ultimate terror threat, paradoxically a New World Order is the only hope of the common people.

Every day my hope grows stronger that enough is enough. All I know is there are limits to what people can do; my body is equipped to run at a certain speed, at the edge of endurance there is extreme danger of a total system failure. In exposure my internal thermostat will become erratic, my subsequent behaviour, deliriousness will bring death. At the peak of Everest, the world summit, the blood becomes like treacle and strain on the heart becomes the way I slowly kill myself if I don't get out of the zone in time.

Socially we are pushed to extremes, fed propoganda that these 'solutions' are our only democratic escape, our route out of the danger zone. Whole communities are manipulated, socially engineered for convenience, this easiness is the goal we live to experience. Whole cultures are systematically managed to industrial standards.

Plainly we are manipulated by faceless, automatons, driven by mechanical values, commercial opportunities and moral bancrupcy, financially indebted to everybody, commited to pay the select for leading us this way.
Our energy endlessly orbits a purposeless nothing, going nowhere in our community, creating no destiny, living without a common dream, withouty humanity - the very things that have driven civalization into being.
We live within a social vaccum created by the power base with elitist dreams, they call it social darwinism, a perceived process they believe like a religion that ensures the fittest survive and rise to the top, above all the chaos left in the wake of such a vain hope. We are at war and it is not a war of choice, that most democratic of rights. It is a war for volition, the freedom to be ourselves to live how we feel it best.
They blame it on the system and this is the key to the humane solution. Systems have been used by people for good and bad, people have made systems work, despite the overwhelming odds. We learnt how to overcome the impossibleness of space flight, great courage has turned tactical disadvantage to victories never imagined. Ultimately men and women operate the systems we live within.


Me or you do not need to be afraid of the growing tension, of the dream unravelling. This was not our dream and new dreams are woven from the threads we take hold of. The truth movement, common dreams, spiritual awakening, this is the inspiration for the information age, we can make use of data but spin is a different matter, a metaphor for something sinister.

This is going to be an extremely long post as I'm going to give my new trilogy an outing. It's a poetic collection for anyone who enjoys words.

The Mindscapes of Man PtI; Quarks and Larks in Apple Trees

Take a look at science and get into minds like Einstein
To me it’s frightening the blindness that we live by I can take raw energy and apply any theories randomly we can build an end to humanity but discover no sense of identity
Fashioning our paths from half truths and uncertainty.
The realms of possibility are a black hole in the space of reality,
Time collides along the boundary of our lourney to discovery.
Ideas of relativity don’t help me interact with anybody and quantum mechanics
just don’t help me manage.
If we can will such things to being can they bring us closer to meaning to what’s beyond an answer to every question,,,do these ideas seem alien?

As I look around surprised is the blue sky just bent light, is behaviour just a flight of fancy?
Who determines that E= MC. Squared or to the power of tew, shared this doesn't do enough for me and you. Spared the unbearable truth our awareness takes us through beyond the infinite and absolute, a blend of presence and absence - movement without resistance, sensuous harmony and a symmetry in mind reflections
A collective essence!
Overwhelming waves of experience that could brush with the lightest touch past your world of existence, animating the difference between what is and what isn't

RDS

The Mindscapes of Man Pt.II Shadows & Reflections

Just being alive we make our sacrifice and find ourselves amidst the strife of survival, in search of some universal symbol that gives life that regular feel.
Only casualties emerge in this living rehearsal, and still we play our part in the carnival,
with the heart of a wounded animal.
To be touched by all things physical.

Our dreams are the enchantment of starlight, of passions in flight.
sunshine spilling over the horizon, catching a cool air of wisdom.
A spark in the dark hollows of existence.
Yet, we wait for our vision to be realised to see with our own eyes hopes unfolding.
A transition of becoming for belonging.
Instinct and feeling for what we can hold and experience.

These punctuation marks of living…
Foundations of expression that mould impressions of resistance and persuasion.
Night-time breeds freedom from the logic of reason.
A Liberty for dreaming, imaginations riding wild on the wings of fortune.
Stirring winds whisper of a change in the heavens, opening doorways to new dimensions.
Knowledge growing from it’s own meaning blossoms.
Clouds form and unfold like new fashions in the rise and fall of natural patterns
Sensational waves build in hypnotic rhythm pulsing to new heights of perception.
To be broken on the shores of our ambitions.
Twisting emotions in vibrant animation, spiralling in a timeless evolution of something and nothing.

RDS

The Mindscapes of Man Pt.III Sign of the Times

Politicians should be tried for treason, maybe shot to appease the suffering.
What is the reason that we wait for a revolution that begins within?
In the space of a breath, between life and death, at the crossroads of every right or wrong turn a mans life can take.
For the sake of not feeling alone, anxious at home when there’s work to be done.
What freedom is lost and won.
How many rivers can dry to the bone, like so many scars worn, torn between two worlds.
A chaos and calm, storms lime a balm to the senses ,lashing their trace across the open landscapes. Taking the breath this unseen force, without cause drives home the wet heaviness, expressing emptiness until even that is gone. A beacon of hope flashes off and on, a lighthouse beams searching soothing gleam glimmers of what’s to come, reflections of the unseen shadows we become. Age robbing the beauty from every reason we have for getting old, growing cold and indifferent to the meaning of words, hot topics on planet earth.
A shaft of some subtle dream awakens, brings to life the sense of being an essence that is more than a living purpose, growing more momentous as we climb upwards, ever looking forward. Ahead is what awaits, what’s being constructed, becoming more fluid yet still rock solid, in permanence it is a monument to an atmosfear, the air around me, pocketed like a worn memory. It isn’t for what change bring we’re stuck in freeze frames or slow motion, indecisive beyond reason. It’s for what change takes away like happy endings, deluded in a sense that there is no end to the shifting, slipping into something different. Overnight or in a day Rome can be rebuilt, the question on everyone’s lips is a matter of will. A family moulded by loss and the cost of the war for the modern world, the rights to gold and oil to stand on foreign soil and call it one's own.Illuminati, the modern practitioners of alchemy, chasing the neumerologists dream like cats to cream.
Screaming their divinations of everything, nature’s universal theme of disease and famine and god’s favourite colour scheme, red sacrificial blood.
Denying, truth is happening, the evidence of global warming, begging questions of involvement, whether man can have any impact after we sack every forest, poison every well and source cutting dead all that had life.
We turn the earth to dust for the love of rust.
Burn all that remains so we can gaze into the flame and find the inner calm, replace the wild desires fierceness bristling down my neck and burning in my throat a familiar taste of decay, wash it all away.
Words are Weapons of Mass Seduction, rhetoric deflecting hot topics, why is it freedom attacked by terrorism or is this the gentle kiss of misinformation, a provocative courting before we feel the firm boot of coercion, kicking their ideas in or tranquilizing any spirited resistance surfacing. Propaganda spin to keep one in a constant state of guessing, unsure if we should really say anything or if it’s just imagined.



My call is to the citizens of American and the British people, the voting public to end this manic culture that has spawned from our misadventure.
Let’s ditch the deceit and secrecy of our leaders and begin sharing a global sense of human movement. Let’s take climate change as the measure of how creative we can begin to live. We can sustain ourselves as long as we aren’t throwing our future away on weapons research or a quest to find the ultimate virus. By smartly using what resource we have left we can build a vision of leaving something for our kids. We just need to make the commitment and take what steps we can, the future is in the hands of the young and the ingenious ways they will find to continue what we began.
Don’t vote or take part in their political charade. When the majority of the population do not vote, expressing a deep seated lack of confidence in the democratic process – the system must change or change the nature of how it is represented to us. I for one am willing to stand up for something better than this, to dare to dream of something more.