Happy New Year!

May the New Year ring in
Your resolve renewed
And may your highest wishes bear
The very best of fruit.

May you stride with grace
And rising purpose
Into Future
With the courage, strength and confidence
To trust in your own judgement
As you face oncoming tests.

And may your life be blessed with celebration:
May you feel more Love
Perceive more Light,
Hear more Truth,
Know good Fortune,
Speak more Wisdom,
Taste real Progress
By your own Creation.

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Happy New Year, Dear Readers xXx

What remains

With moneyed words
Of straight talk (seeming)
Honeyed threats
And claims absurd
The scheming herdsmen
Hawk nefarious fayre
Of crony-dreamed agenda:

Our complete surrender
To Old TINA,
Wheel of phoney status quo.

Oh, strip away the rhetoric
Of well-connected bogey men
And opportunist populists
Of vanity’s expedience;
And quit the lazy parrot spiel
And déjà vu of petty zeal
And what remains
But really:

What do you think?
How do you feel?

hex à triptych

Light and Love
Be all withal
A call in every One
For by our hearts
We are the parts
Of Beauty’s greater sum.

~

Wisdom’s Peace
Arise to rise
A prize for Humans, be
For by our deeds
We are the seeds
Of Life’s inspired capacity.

~

Justice mete
In lore and Law
Restore in creed and book
That in display
We meet the way
Society might look.

~

Away in their cages

Away in their cages, no break for the plebs
The put upon people get deeper in debt
The thieves and the tyrants look down from their heights
And laugh as they profit from entropic spite

A chill wind is blowing through Albion’s lands
As Cons steal and sell all control from our hands
They hover like choppers and inverted snobs
And sanction from mansions like mythical gods

They’ll always browbeat us and won’t go away
Unless we rise up and extinguish their stage
Deliver ourselves of this flat earth nightmare
And build us a future we want to be ‘there’

God Rest Ye Merry, Government

God rest ye merry, Government
Let nothing you dismay
Remember, Price is everything
And you are getting paid
To save the few of no value
While all the rest be played
O tidings of contempt and rage
Now being waged
O tidings of contempt and rage

From gods of craven worship
The blasted Con men came
And unto certain sycophants
Gave entrance to the same:
How in the land of Buccaneers
All’s done in Profit’s Name
O siding with self-int’rest and might
Hubris with bite
O siding with self-int’rest and might

And when they viewed the mayhem
Whence their dear saviour streamed
They found their way in danger
Of running out of steam
The population keeling o’er
And ripping at all seams
O sliding on serfdom to peers
War and small beer
O sliding on serfdom to peers

Now to themselves bring conflict
All those who rule our space
By their cruel ideology
Society’s disgrace
The wickedness of idiots
Must surely be displaced
O hidings of Justice, Old Boys
(Comfort and joy)
O hidings of Justice, Old Boys

And please you, have a Merry Christmas!

May you be bathed in light and love
May you be where you are at home
And not feel lonely if alone.

May you feel warm and dry and full
May you find inner strength and joy
And take time to enjoy it all.

May you laugh loud and longer than you row
May you be blessed with gifts of kindness
May you know the wealth and health
Of a peace of mind within our Now
And please you, have a Merry Christmas! 💫

 

The Tyrant’s Own Goal

If you have to frighten
Multitudes
And threaten them
To get your way;
For them to follow
And obey,
On pain of horror and of death,
Then you’ve already lost
And,
Not only do you waste
Your time,
Your energy
And breath
But such intent,
Spent in control,
Is on your own soul
Weighed the cost.