Power has the Power to

Why in these days of lockdown

does Violence continue to be transmitted

into all homes, 4 walls, times over

Why do our men in power

Not shut down this visual content

Put an end to what is not meant

 

While humans are being brought together

Inside with themselves

Time to face themselves

New messaging, brain conditioning, reprogramming to the inner sanctum

Of self

Can and will help

Because which one of us humans has full ability

To not imitate that which is put in front of us

The stimuli for all to see

For all will see

This

Shapes you

And goes on to shape humanity

So take away all violence, in all character and form

Allow the race to know itself

Shine better for the world

Transmit souls’ best vibration

Into every four walls

The power is here

Ignite it

De-programme Violence

for the greater good

of all mind

 

For

In light of this Golden Dawn

A given space in time

The opportune does now rise

To change mind brain pattern

simply

Take away all violence

Its transmission here now ends

No more angry content

Let the walls now mend

In its place

Push peace

Push the button for peace

Transmit only what is sweet

And light

Angelic if you like

Power has the power to change

us, humans

GONE

What would you do if faced with saving your soul, or that of a fellow human being? Gone follows a window in time of grisly opportunity for Justin James, a photographer who had everything to live for until his life forceably changed and then he found everything to die for. The circle has something to do with it and in a moment of madness you too might ask yourself –

“How did I get here?”

 

click here to GONE

Liquorice Skin

i’m trying to peel away

the liquorice skin

to get beneath the surface

to feel for real the depths of the endless

to believe

could this be real

hot, yet non invasive

no decisions made

no side stepping the best options for

living

and as i sit at the table i keep on peeling

the layers of liquorice skin

counter productive

when looking too deep inside

to the adverse childhood experience

the grieving

oh the never ending grief within

so i look up

from the peeling layers of the liquorice skin

walking a waking life

on my littered path of broken dreams

promises never came true

but i don’t worry no more, i’m not unhappy

i’m safe in the quadrant of my mind with half an idea

of what it is to be happy

i don’t sit alone at the table

not when i know what to do to make a life that brings joy

and if you want to join me then that’s just fine

you can join me for what is left of this life of mine

i have some more peeling of the liquorice skin

there is more time to be had before i am a has been

 

 

LIKE

I like it when someone takes my hand

with a meaning that i understand

one of love and trust and kind

something strong like a bond

as fingers entwine

the love and trust, free will to withstand

when i’m walking and i’m holding

another’s hand

the warmth in the palm

helping hidden youth return

back to youth

remembering the feeling

of another human

being

close

i like it when someone takes my hand