Visual poems and prose have multiple shapes - portrait, landscape or other forms, which is why it is difficult to place them in a standard structure. Preferably, this page should be watched on a desktop monitor to benefit from the poems' physical size. I've written a ton of poetry over the decades; below you find a small selection, with the exception of poetry that is too piercing to publish, particularly in these days of unveiled censorship. Click on images to view them in a lightbox. Scroll or click to return to the page that contains the poetry viewed.
Concerning the content of this poem, it may be among the most important things I have written (for the time being anyway), because no man ever knows what is true.
I wrote this prose somewhere around 2010, out of the blue, which is the best source to obtain creative ideas. My pen name in poetry sites in long gone days used to be Rage of Reason.
Mankind is a tiny dot within a minute dimension inside of a vastness beyond measure, whose greatest talent is to love and care, even though they lie and kill.
Some enigmatic ancient artifacts are believed to be portals to higher realms.
Snake charmers and snakes are each others masters, as are life and death.
Hubris of a failed mind of a false deity provoking a real God from the Pleroma.
Some invitations to party are irresistible, but once there, things turn out to be very different from what you expected.
I love jaguars, even if they can be rather cynical and unfeeling at times.
Life in the physical plane plane leaves space for horrors to take place, especially those of an abominable and repetitive kind.
Doors are the entry to a confined space or the exit to the outdoors.
Cure or kill - it is no ordeal to choose for the jaguar with the red rose.
In the language that Sir Francis Bacon built with an army of assistants from the scientific, cultural and occult disciplines, words often have an ontology that means one thing on the surface while having others underneath it. Similar to how realities quite often appear to be to those plagued by a lack of wit.
I find it hard to imagine that one can kill time, while no one really knows what time is. Linear or cyclical time are just induced programs to make the brain think that there is a past, a present and a future. It applies to this low physical realm only. Man can merely simulate fluent time with the illusive 4D tesseract animation, that often at most are only partially accurate. Please give me a logical definition that explains time to me if you disagree with what I wrote.
In our family a culinary tradition has been passed on for a very long time.
From the instant we met, I knew that you were special. You graced my life with love without any interruption.
In the middle of the night he jumped on my chest and I saw two golden eyes, as if he wanted to protect me. He passed away at 16.5 years, making me cry my heart out. I still miss him.
Did you ever wonder why we are so stupid, bearing in mind that the stupid can never figure out why they are stupid. The deluge (of which there were several), the induced tower of Babel language confusion, the genocidal plandemic tyranny, electric vehicle farce etc. Does that not mean that the assumed almighty 'gods' messing up the physical dimension are evil, perverse plonkers, that fuck about behind our backs. Or are you too stupid to even bother to consider their interference is the case?
The Gnostic lore tells that the Goddess Sofia erroneously gave birth to a child, without her partner, that was cast out of the highest heaven - the Pleroma - into the lower dimensions, where evil 'gods' rule. The child was the called the Demiurge a.k.a. Saklas (fool in Aramaic) and Samael, meaning Blind God or of the Blind. This is the 'God' that ruthlessly ruins this universe in which earth resides. But we must be aware of the fact that practically all religious teachings are closed systems.
Pessimism beats optimism quite often. Do not give up hope - all will be good as Nassim Haramein says towards the end of the linked video. Meanwhile brace yourself.
When we cough, we say: 'Excuse me', when someone sneezes, we say: 'Bless you', but when a person farts, we think: 'You filthy slob.'
Human DNA has been messed with in order to rule the unruly species, so that it is unaware clueless to what it doesn't know, which is why it behaves like a braindead mob. The Sumerian Annunaki, after the lesser gods, the Igigi protested for doing hard labour, let Enki construct a being, smart enough to understand commands, but not so smart that it would rebel. So it does the work of the Igigi without complaining or revolting.
Demon statues commonly placed on cathedral roof tops, looking down unnoticed on believers and disbelievers from above. Why would clergy place statues of demons on top of their buildings of worship? Is that a logical thing to do for assumed followers of God? And who would such a God be like then? And what about the the clergymen - what does that make of religious leaders? Just asking.
The comfort zone is a prison for those that do not mind being fooled. To many it feels more safe than to live in reality, that feels frightening to them, because it is completely different from comfort. Yet comfort is not why we are here.
MK-Ultra is a covert US program to reprogram a person's mind in order to trigger him or her at a later stage in life to perpetrate what sane people can not even think of.
When Sophia mistakenly gave birth to the Demiurge who formed an army of the Archons, the physical dimension was fucked. But it is not meant to last, like Enoch wrote.
Do you wonder how wars and atrocities can take place without humanity ever protesting against them? Perhaps you actually should.
Alleged pillars of society behind the veil often are perverse, deranged, murderous plonkers. Those worshiping such monsters from before the veil are deceived or just too fucking dumb to live.
The future in linear / cyclical time is fluid and set by the frequency of the quantum field, that each of us is. That should put all of us straight.
It is a good thing that nature gave man the intuition to understand and feel the people that he sees.
Evil prefers to wrap itself in kindness. Peek through the veil.
It always makes sense to study the origins of things and to avoid hallucinated hypothesis that spring from man's mind instead of reality.
If one comes to think of it; many of the so called truths that the church has claimed were 'messages from heaven', are in fact perverse lies.
Rare talents are rarely known.
Most have no clue that the digital realm merely is a furtive upgrade of the analogue one that has an even stricter control of its dwellers; their resources can be terminated at any time, which basically puts an end to the possibility to exist for physical beings in the physical world. People know this, but prefer to ignore it, which is bonkers.
In this poem the rumour that goes around in the family is reflected.
Symmetry and geometry are embedded in life. They always have permeated and fecundated it. So embrace this fertile relation and allow yourself to enjoy the ride.
One has to wonder who or what chose the chosen ones and for what reason. Are they the brain dead leadership of today or obediently bonkers sheep? It's very confusing.
The resumes of today's leaders must include sexually perverse preferences, stupidity, unfeeling, ruthless, soulless, satanic, beings that are easy to manipulate and blackmail, which the elevated perverts choose to avoid at all cost.
In the Nag Hammadi texts it reads that Jesus spoke in parables to the crowd, so they wouldn't grasp what he was talking about (which he intentionally did...), while he later spoke in detail to his disciples.
A statue of Shiva, the Hindu god of destruction, an obscene occult rite at the re-opening of the system, rumours of the LHC spewing strangelets, black holes and creating portals to other realms. Nostradamus wrote in his Quatrain 44. Who is not to love all fascinating, otherworldly, yet firmly concealed scientific results?
Those that are appointed to take care of things, quite often make a mess of it that is difficult to repair. It is the life mission of bureaucrats.
Creation created a bunch of things, most of which we are unaware of. But as long as we are, we must settle for rubble, hoping that it is transient. Meanwhile we continue to reward conjurers of rubble.
We have no clue what the universe is really like. Our imagination falls short terribly and our ability to reason is not even near where it should be, to even gain an inkling of where it is supposed to be. So.....
Arsonists are among the destructive type of nutters, that get off on watching things burn.
The definition of Matrix is: a rectangular array (of arrangement in rows or columns) of scalars that are subject to certain rules of operation. The term applies to many things, that includes human society.
Celestial wars have reached earth before and it will happen again. Ancient foes will battle here to decide what this dimension will be.
President John Fitzgerald Kennedy said in a speech of 1961 before the American Newspaper Publishers Association: 'The very word secrecy is repugnant in a free and open society.' Today the woke lot knows nothing of it. Some two years after the speech, JFK was assassinated in Dallas, Texas. Who killed him still is kept a secret up to this day. FOIA records are severely blotted out.
There is quite a lot more to The story of Adam and Eve than how it is told in the bible. Chan Thomas wrote a book about it. But the CIA 'sanitized' the book and left only 57 of the original 232 pages. When asking properly trained AI systems (cough!) about the suspicious page reduction, it said that it was caused because the CIA removed all the blank pages at the end of chapters. Yeah right..... The CIA knows that the pole shift will occur, the 'elite' built their deep underground bunkers while the rest of the useless eaters will die. But whatever may occur the human spirit is immortal.
Although a cat was chosen to feature in a scientific thought experiment, the feline did not give a rats ass about the scholars' plight.
Proper service is hard to get these days. One must be careful and avoid making deals with shadowy people that have ripping you off as their standard business policy. Like the infamous banks, mortgage lenders and luxury yacht vendors.
For centuries mankind has been trained, deceived and poisoned to senselessly obey dogmas and laws, regardless of what their nature is.
In a previous life I wasted heaps of time on poetry sites where my pen name used to be 'Rage of Reason'.
Those that have suffered an unrelenting education often are the most reluctant to consider perceptions that can dispose the instructions they have learned.
When looking at the world, one can't help but wonder if the divine plan in fact is a good idea.
There are shitloads of money hidden in off ledger accounts and an a huge number of metric tons of off the record gold stashed away. All the worlds problems could easily be solved with them in a short time. But is is used for other means. Inspired by the research of Walter Bosley.
Any gain at some point turns into a disaster, especially before the root of their development, things are out of whack. Mankind must dive considerably deeper than the assumed root. There is much more there to be found there - as in an external spiritual intrusion before we think that a process has started in the cyclical time of the physical realm that confines humankind.
Countless confessions of victims that have been abused by Roman Catholic priests and even mass graves with murdered victims have been found after being sexually abused and all the Vatican does is pay hush money to the families of the victims. It is painful beyond the capacity of words to express.
The human brain is an interface to the rest of the universe; a tool physical beings need to exist in an ignorant material dimension, while simultaneously suffering from the limitation it allowed to cripple it. But existing in the material realm, however hard life may be, is a necessary step in our spiritual journey, because humans must learn and unlearn very much.
What you see are not what you get, but your brain has been tricked to make you think that they are.
Silencing the clamour of the ego to enable hearing the wise whisper of the subconscious probably is the best way to gain knowledge that makes sense on an elevated level.
This is a tiny scribble in Notebook.
Bees are attracted to honey and flies are drawn to shit. Evil powers know how to set a trap for all kinds of victims they desire to abuse by setting up a trap they can't ignore.
I visited Paris in 1981 and later in 2008 and I saw that Paris had changed tremendously. Not in a good way. It was beginning to lose its splendor and vibrance and today it is even worse. I shows how politics changes all.
This isn't just a war between predator and prey, but also among predators themselves.
Don't you love it when poetry has taken on some visual form? Even if you're not supposed to like it by the self inflicted decency and the censuring terrorist moderators, of which there are none on this site.
Mercenaries and snipers are the most intensely detested armed guns in existence, but there are some that shoot those that have wholeheartedly earned the bullet.
The human language, as it is expressed by the late, great Terrence McKenna, is a limited and merely a paradoxical means to communicate. The most feared and widespread code that scares the wits out of the living, is an algorithm that is called fear.
There of course are different way to see different things in different circumstances. Like for instance the biblical deluge, in which a celestial power pulled the trigger.
As the new world order rushes towards disorder, on the horizon looms an order of a different kind, for the living and the dead.
This poem 'Nostalgia of love' is not about one person, but about the entire human race that has become addicted to distraction, deceit, torture, illness and abuse, being censured, plundered, poisoned, exploited and murdered. Just to mention a thing or two.
Brilliant children dwindle in common schools and often stoop down to survive, because others are incapable to lift themselves up to the level of the intelligent kids.
We can build space ships to travel through the expanse of the universe by taking a hit of DMT.
Mirrors are ruthless to the ugly and confused, while being supportive to the beautiful. But beauty is not just on the outside. Mirrors also are portals and reflect the inside as well. Moments of introspection at times are necessary to rebalance.
Misconceptions exist just about anything and I'm no exception to it. In the Chinese zodiac I'm a Snake and in western astrology Capricorn, while in Mayan astrology I am also a snake, that makes me feel blessed.
A heinous gang of would be deities is the death squad of the universe and they have killed more than all genocidal maniacs combined.
When the rules based hegemon inflicts so much pain around the globe, the universe will at some point by some means stop it. The psychopaths operating behind the veil will not escape celestial wrath.
This world is in a horrific turmoil because the most criminally insane have seats in leadership offices. They care only for their own image, money and power and whomever has to be killed to reach their goal, is on the way to other dimensions.
No matter how unimaginably powerful gods are, they are all inside the universe - there is nothing bigger and more powerful than it. So, the celestial entities may install an genocidal dictatorship, they one time will have to answer whatever they did and since they are immortal, their punishment will be infinitely more severe compared to what mortal beings are facing for their crimes.
As said by Simone Weil and Taoism silent attention, humbleness and openness to the guidance of the universe, silences the misleading and ignorant clamour of the ego, thereby allowing the pristine and powerful impulse of the universe to reach ones' consciousness. It gives peace in hardship and violence.
When an undercover immortal man visits a region of brain-dead red neck clowns, the latter are bound to make mistakes, that may cause them to be sent to other realms.
There are a ton of complex matters that puzzle our brain in this realm that is not among the highest in this universe. But we prefer to call ourselves intelligent beings, which is preposterous. It means we are stupid on a universal scale. The universe must live with us. And does so in an extremely kind way. Figure out why such is the case.
From a very young age my life turned into a lasting conflict with the illusion riddled physical dimension. I was much unlike other children; walked alone in the rain forest, played with indigenous children, drew a horse with a long reproductive organ, which got me punished. I rarely spent time at home, always outdoors looking for what life was going to present me. It got worse when I grew older which lead me to aspects of life that most people would never see. My memory is overflowing with strange experiences and odd views. I regret my stupidities, while cherishing thoughts that help me to progress my strange existence.
What is considered to be extremely complex in the most elevated niches of science, is like a drop of water in a vast ocean, which complexity is far beyond measure, logic and intuitive imagination,
Rigidly clasping to once emerged views, is like trying to keep a child a toddler for the rest of its life.
It is not if but when evil rule will be obliterated by any means necessary to annihilate iniquitous forces to make sure they'll never return to continue nefarious work. it is difficult to imagine that the celestial sanitising will take place without a deluge of suffering, but the war in the heavens must one time descend to planet earth.
Once decent, conscious medics turned into the death squad of evil rulers soon after the authoritative order reached the hospitals, making them abandon the oath to heal the sick that they pledged to.
The nefarious rites of the elite end in death after torture, a sequence no sane man can ever understand.
There are countless ways to live life. An unfortunately common preference is to pretend to be alive, while not doing a lot more than a corpse. But trying to make them consider to be really alive, is quite similar to talking to a stiff.
Malachi Martin, formerly a high ranking Jesuit, before he left the church, wrote a book called 'Windswept House' in which he described horrendous abominations that took place in the Vatican in a novel form style. He moved to the US. Not long after publishing the book, he fell from the stairs at home while his housekeeper watched and did nothing. Doctors in the hospital said that it looked like his head was smashed with a baseball bat.
An illusion is crafted to make it difficult to distinguish reality from conjuration. Deep down most of us know that this is true.
A mental representation of some haunting experience, which always is the uncommon, the never categorised, that seems to oppose settling in peoples' comfort zone. The safely guarded harbour of the illusion that admits illusions only. But in the end reality will win. However strange it may seem to the worshipers of illusions and lies.
A mental representation of some haunting experience, which always is the uncommon, the never categorised, that seems to oppose settling in peoples' comfort zone. The safely guarded harbour of the illusion that admits illusions only. But in the end reality will win. However strange it may seem to the worshipers of illusions and lies.
Some of us went through a Near-Death-Experience, while by far most of us go through a nasty Near-Life-Experience, which to many is a n excruciating pain in the anal cavity. So when you end up on the wrong side of the grass, it in fact is being at the right side of existence, provided that you escape the soul hunters that will send you straight to yet an other stint of life in the woeful material dimension.
One of my very first attempts to create visual poetry of many decades ago. I thought I'd post it here out of nostalgic sentiment.
One time (....) there will be a book with visual poems and more. Stay tuned. 301pages so far on May 22 2025, while I am still in the process of adding more poems and texts. Click the image to see and / or download the book. Due to the many images contained in the book, the pdf-file is quite large. I still am not sure if I will publish it.
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