You and me, and GLP, can rhyme and bring Synchronicity..

I stepped into life with a class based orientation

Heard about pointers and referenced my own elation

Comprehension levels settled the privilege debate

Wrote the story of my schema and you still couldn't concentrate.

Life has evolved since the days of kingdoms and castles

Feudal states, taxes, jesters and vassals.

Commanders in chief, organizational secrets of state

if democracy is here, its conscience arrived too late

The intelligent long gave up on sticks and stones

Truth is a river running below piles of skulls and bones

poured to a eucharist cup, metered and quietly shown

pillars of faith, consensus of cabinet conscience

commanded catholic cowards to contain the cup

Bow and kiss the ring before you beg again to fill it up.

But I laugh in the face of saved grace for the splendid

Tell a king to use our trust as a tool, not a weapon

To my son Cesar; he who will come at the end of the
twentieth century; My spiritual son. He will understand
what I have written and use the information wisely.

Michel de Nostredame (1503-1566)

Nostradamus then left a warning in the ONLY quatrain that has a title; so that it would stand out from all of the others and hopefully be taken notice of.


Quatrain 6,100 - 6 (man), 100 (% of men take note)


The "Song" of The Law against Unintelligent Critics.


Let those who read this verse consider it profoundly,

Let the common crowd and the unlearned leave it alone:

ALL of them - idiot Astrologers and Barbarians - KEEP OFF!

Let he who does otherwise (JAH/Cesar) be a priest for the rite.
[link to jahtruth.net]

Hiding in an image of myself
Created here and there
Upon each new occassion.
Oh, to find me
in my real body.
The one that knows.

We rhyme the disasters in time!

What could it be?
The clams clammed up
Shut. Stuck in a rut. But!
The poison claim they sell, I ain't buying
These new ideas, these schemes they're tryin'
When all these birds and fish are dying, lying
On the ground, pounded down around the people in town
Now, thought, process, thinking spree
Got me thinking, 'What could it be?'
The cause of death, has a reason
The deaths aren't explained by the natural season
With logic, deduce!
Asking information, we produce
An image, that forms, lays out the norms
The magnetic field, deal, has new wield, 'til
We notice the symptoms feel, people ill
Dizziness shields, seeks and finds, on my mind
Alternobaric vertigo, goes toe-to-toe, with those that know
The pressure from the air, doesn't care, for the middle-ear there, caused by a weather tear
Weather is out, with clout, destroying all the crops about
Price rise in the eyes of the guys who despise the lies unravelled by the wise ties to informed food supplies
Pack up, ready to the beat, wheat prices eat deep increasing cost of stock and sheep meaning angry gleaming seeming help no amount of wealth will guarantee health or food off the shelf however dealt.

..The Synchronicity sublime.

Stops the wander of the mind.

Lens Flare - Focus.

Lose, the Hocus Pocus.

Over there, to the left.

I had a moment there to reflect.

Now. This thread exists.

Then, I wondered, looking at -GLP-

"Where oh where is the poetry?"


___


RB

hanging on the edge of doom
for certainty,
confirmation of that impending

blind to the disaster unfolding

Man is lost must pay the cost.
Time to feel the frost then the fire.
Time will prove Im not a lier.
Many of you will expire.
Some of you will grow to a higher plain.
But only after much pain.
None of you will be the same.
No never again.

It dilludes, and dissolutions...
The Idle pride of ego..
The times endowd..to forces in trousers..
and illusions...
what are we thinking..
thats whats best..
no hats here,
its just the rest.

I wanna stay, wanna stray..
all the mountains and the knowledge
the things I need today..
the behavior and the constant...
things left gone astray..
I understand we'll see the demons..
in their blue beam glare..
we'll see the rhythms brought to time
even if your nowhere.

alchemy and nowcanhe..provide a good word true..
absalom in babylon the effect runs through.
a world is lost to tommorows suns..a world lost in time
a world is lost to everyone, and sunset on the vine..

Knowledge is an illusion
There are no facts, no constants
Just confusion...
It's the simple comprehension
"I know nothing"
Which will guide you to ascension

nothing is what is to know
on a breaking day
the volley of what is to go
it will make you sway..

ascension or prevention...reflection or transcention..a hooker here a hooker thee its all the world were living...

I climb a chain, a link to be..
a forcast oh so often
A world unbest a world in test..
Unrest is the only option..

is it all semen and blood..
shit that just came through..
is it all all we are,
and parts of just talk soup..

synchronicity it seems
is to be the great irony..
just some beef at best..
your family can eat me...
its for the rest..
destiny unfolding
on to a perfect set..
the obvious is knowing..
it's what is at best...

mechanized dragonflies..and the rat tat tat..
oreos and milk...and the that, that, that..
a new world unfolds..most of you sleep
a new world untold...
most of you just reap..
the great culling of the sheep
the time embedded..
to the day unended..

Ask Bill Clinton

ask dre... rat a tat tat..

clinton is wishin he had my retention..
just a child of the gods...
a broken inhibition..
no one asked you to accept a king...a god..
no one asked you to put the power in anything..
wake up and die right..
but the blood in the streets is up to my ankles..
and everyone seems to see what will be..
the blood on the streets is flooding chicago..the blood on the streets is all that I need..

love this

WHAN that Aprille with his shoures soote 1
The droghte 2 of Marche hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich 3 licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth 5
Inspired hath in every holt 4 and heeth
The tendre croppes, 5 and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne, 6
And smale fowles maken melodye,
That slepen al the night with open ye, 10
(So priketh hem nature in hir corages: 7
Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
And palmers for to seken straunge strondes, 8
To ferne halwes, 9 couthe 10 in sondry londes;
And specially, from every shires ende 15
Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende,
[link to www.bartleby.com]

I'm loving this thread. Bed time though.. hope to see it still going tomorrow!!

tommorow is the eve of when
the stops are laid and even men
draw lines upon the sand he laid..
and save it for anothers day..

its bed I hope they get someday..
strangers to another day
a needle here a needle there..
a stitch in time saves nine...
a thread upon the open chair..
is destiny we'll find...

disinfo...more precisely, a focusing on "info" that will make it the most money, or get its stanky foot into the most doors, opening up new markets in the process. new markets = new buyers of the data that is mined from the visitors here who exhibit a specific psychology heretofore unmapped or only partially mapped. Disinfo in the sense that by banning certain viewpoints, "it" doesn't provide a s genuine representation of the people or ideas that are here, resulting in misinfo at best, and on the users end, disinfo because they think the world is different than it is. this, paradoxically, will only harm "its" profit margins by limiting the territory it covers.
Quoting: Anonymous Coward 1248854


i made a new thread with my comment, and was banned.

no worries, reset the old modem. all is well.
Quoting: Anonymous Coward 1102460


the thing about my disinfo comment is that, if im right, this site's money making abilities is only a fast acting drug. once they limit the new information to such a degree that its really just a clone of any other news site\forum, trin wont make any money. so i guess it should enjoy it while it lasts.

selling one's soul will only get you so far.

what do ya do...but spit in the stew...or curl up and give in..Im looking at the now, and trying to learn how, but give up and walk in my basement..trying to figure out what to post, trying to see what you sheeple want most...I am a family of rosicrucians, and oddfellows...a family of freemasons...and templars...molly mcguires..of hanged men and witches...an american at best a living jest

I am Noah, and the Tyler, I am the seer..and the filer..I am redundant and a fail...I am everything hidden in the reeds...I am...therefore I think..and I see...the skipping stone may follow, but I will never let him lead...