wake up, woke
broken wire,
barbed,
but ineffective
they still get through it
or cut it clean
following broken dreams,
turning to nightmares, . . .
. . empty streets
but for the homeless,
mentally weirded out,
people
with no where to go,
followed by rows,
and rows of moving
cars
heading nowheres
cracked asphalt,
crooked poles,
splintered,
no paint,
. . . just raw,
sun bleached,
sun baked,
dried out,
dead,
wood,
bearing sagging,
ragged,
spliced wire,
centuries old,
carrying voltages
at the speed of light,
ready to break,
bound to tear,
at the next
ground shake
beneath them
them,
the rubber soled feet,
the street feet
the bare,
bruised,
soiled,
battered,
abused feet,
of some humans,
with no cars
. . . the sun darkened,
a few days ago
hidden by our moon
made a cross
at a special intersection
across our America,
. . . seems like an ubiquitous
world event,
to the naked eye,
'cause
it seems,
seemingly,
nothing happened
/but it did, . .
. . . the spiritual denizens
of that realm
will tell you
it did,
/if you open your ears
and tune your soul
in with it,
it did,
just wait
for the delayed outcomes/
seems nothing happened
but it did,
in that unseen reality
/more to come in a few days
more rumbling
more shaking
intensifying . . .
people go
to and fro . . .
now,
i look past a clear vision,
now,
of all things,
it comes
out of the blue,
. .'. a hummingbird,
in what seems,
a stationary, oxymoronic flight,
that is,
suspended,
its wings beating
at 600 cycles per second,
at the divine,
flowering head
of its mother plant
the sight,
the phenomenon,
inexplicably,
impossible to define
my eyes,
are subconsciously attuned now,
they dreamily flow to another,
magnificent field,
its close proximity of sight
blurs to the distance
by involuntary muscles
brain and mind,
leading to,
a portal's entrance
unto infinity,
to that of close
proximity's future,
our short lifespan,
though hazy, . . .
it is like looking through
a smoky mirror, . . .
. . i see many teetering
and falling,
some rise
some for to never again
rise,
but fall for eternity,
treachery
their own chosen doom, . . .
/the eclipse,
it's effects
are not over/
i see they followed the wrong roads
that led to destruction,
hurting their,
unawares,
innocent,
fellow humans
y' know, , . .
why of course,
y' know,
since the annals
of recorded
and beginning
unrecorded time, . . .
greed,
lust for,
unearned riches,
thefts,
grafts,
lies,
things that kill the soul,
ever of the possessor,
y' see
with me,
through the mirror
of the now,
see clearly,
feel,
a new dawning
one that culminates
with many red sea
moments
globally,
many cries of pain,
many of joy,
but for those that crossed over
the tide of warnings
and heeded the mighty
biblical word of God,
written for all mankind,
still here,
still available,
so's Jesus
go to him now
he calls you
you shouldn't refuse,
that,
the crooked will be made straight
the portals will open
those of heaven,
not for the the likes
of those of Cern
demonic machine,
looking for God particles
finding instead,
anarchistic
luciferian dimensions,
. . . but of the likes of,
for the likes of,
your Lord,
yes,
your creator,
his love for you,
magnificent,
his kingdom come,
on earth,
as it is
in heaven
yes,
in our lifetime,
we will see,
between now
and november,
earth shaking
supernatural events
that will wake up
the woke
and make satan's kingdom
tremble