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Here are some poems I wrote about my dreams and visions I have had.

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SEVEN SISTERS

Seven sisters in the sky, the prophecies do say.
One bump from Leo's tail, and one will fall away.
One lone sister in the sky, falling down below.
From the Pleiades it will come, but when we do not know.
 
 Seven sisters in the sky, as in prophecy.
Seven sisters on the earth, solve the mystery.
As above so below, as it's all fortold.
Can you solve this mystery, for it's very old?
 
 Seven sisters in the sky, a symbol and a sign.
A vision told in a dream, of a coming time.
A voice that wept in the sky, told of future doom.
Then I saw upon the earth, the Bridegroom in a room.
 
Waiting for his coming bride, falling from the sky.
Great joy, I thought for these two, but then I heard a cry.
The weeping voice said no joy, no happiness, no mirth,
for the star that falls below, mean terror for the earth!

 

 

THE FEAST

I saw them gathered round me, as I awoke up from my sleep.
They gently took my hand, and led me though a portal deep.
They looked familiar and I knew, I've seen their smiling face,
as if I knew them from ancient time, in another place.
 
They led me to an open field, where many tables abound.
There were many people sitting there, gathered all around.
Many people both young and old, waiting just for me,
there was a feast before my eyes, it was a mystery.
 
Was I on the other side, was this heaven-sent?
How I wished for answers, to what all this meant.
But then from sleep I awoke, to a familiar scene,
knowing my experience, was more than just a dream!

 

 

REVELATION

The core is hot, like the sun, falling from the sky.
A fireball hits the earth, millions of people die.
Sulfur and smoke, burning gas, as poison fills the air.
Sirens and cries fill the void, burnt bodies everywhere.
 
 Bible prophecies were read, that people long forgot.
Crying from lies they were told, as the false prophets taught.
Bread and water are almost gone, as starving souls cry out,
parched lips and searing heat, from all the months of draught.
 
 A man of peace will come to reign, sitting on a throne,
meeting people's physical need, calling the world his own.
His code and number on your hand, will buy you harmony,
all he commands is your soul,  and to bow on bended knee.
 
Seven years of brother against brother, go hide out in a cave.
People living on city streets, will find an early grave.
Dancing and partying on the streets, in a place called Babylon.
Nobody knew the price she'd pay, for in one moment she's gone.
 
So you better get ready and be prepared, for the time is drawing near.
Are you going to live a life of good, or one in total fear?
Christ is coming to rule the earth, a golden time for all.
Don't be left far behind, but listen for his call.

 

 

COMING TIMES

Crimson colors, a lighted show,
a darkened sky, a mysterious glow.
Rotating heavens in high gear,
many people, in total fear.
 
 Men appearing, at dawns first light.
Visions and dreams, all through the night.
A man steps up, with a darkened heart,
saying peace, peace, but tearing the world apart.
 
In the mountain caves, people come,
hoping for the Holy One.
Songs and stories, spoke to the youth.
Many people learning the truth.
 
 Ancient family, from times unknown,
stargazing upward, longing for home.
Ancient lovers, what sweet bliss,
together forever, sealed with a kiss.
 
Fighting those from on high,
coming here from the sky.
Christ reigns here, on his throng.
A golden time, we are home.

 

 

TEARING THE VEIL (A DREAM I HAD)

We're in this room, you and I,
as the night goes softly by.
You touch my skin, a sweet caress,
your eyes light up with tenderness.
 
You touch my soul, like a burning flame,
it pierces my heart with a searing pain.
I've never felt such love as this,
the way we made love was bliss.
 
With love you gaze at me, while I sleep,
as I lie dreaming, calm and deep.
You leave the room, I hit my head,
and I fall right out of bed.
 
 I look around the room with fright,
not remembering the man or not.
As the doorknob turns, I go to hide,
but too late you step inside.
 
 I gaze at you, but I could see,
you didn't look familiar to me.
Your eyes sought mine, and I couldn't bare,
that's when I remembered, as I felt the veil tear!

 

 

LIFE GONE BY  (A MEMORY I HAD)

I see a memory before my eyes,
of snowy meadows and starry skies.
You and I, are hand in hand,
laughing as we calmly stand,
and there is a pond right by.
 
The memory is faint and yet,
somehow my soul just can't forget,
this memory of this night I see,
that touches the very heart of me,
of a life gone by!

 

 

THE PARTY (A Very Surreal Dream I Had)

I went to a party, nostalgic and lovely, with my little son in tow.
There I met an older woman, kind and lovely she was.
We talked about different things, and before she left,
she gave me, much to my surprise, two coins from 1922 and from 1923,
and an old date book from 1997 with a mechanical clock inside.
I told those around me how wonderful it was, that the famous Kathryn Hepburn spoke to me.
But then I awoke from this dream, and I realized, that the late, great Kathryn Hepburn,
was no longer a light unto this world.
I felt euphoric and surreal that from some place, I spoke to her, where ever that may be.
And a knowing, a deep knowing, that she really spoke to me!

 

 

CRYSTAL CORD

There's a vacum in the sky, that pulls the ties that bind,
every cell and molecule, of every living mind.
In dreamless sleep we wander, through deep open space,
walking the pathway and bridges, to another place.
 
 But there's a force that leads us, that we cannot see,
a crystal cord that binds us, to a mystery.
It pulls us up and onward, through strands of time and space,
that connects our spirit, to another place.
 
 Through spirit we travel, wherever our soul will lead,
traveling through the universe, at tremendous speed.
Soaring past the planets, and the stars that shine so bright,
like a whirrling disk, of radiating light.

 

 

LITTLE GIRL IN A DREAM

I saw her sitting there under a tree,
with her long hair and sunny glee.
Sitting alone with her bookbag at her side,
waiting there patiently for her ride.
 
 The I saw a man in my mind's eye.
He was dark and sinister, and I knew he would try,
to take the little girl, so I ran outside.
But when I got there I almost cried.
 
There was no little girl there to see.
She had vanished, disappeared, ceased to be.
All that was left, was just a note,
a sheet of paper, where "Cooper" was wrote.
 
 Her parents came, her mother cried.
And inside my heart, I almost died.
It's just a dream, I know, and yet,
this one dream, I can't forget!

 

 

ANCIENT KNOWLEDGE

In a little hut by the misty shore,
lies a secret beneath the floor.
Such ancient knowledge lingers there,
like wisps of magic in the air.
 
 But what knowledge, who can tell?
For in this place no soul doth dwell.
No record keeper, or ancient man,
dwells within to lend a hand.
 
On an island far away,
but where it is, who can say?
But in your heart, lies the key,
to solve the ancient mystery!

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VOTE FOR AN NATIVE AMERICAN HOLIDAY
 
 
 
 
 "Silence,they say,is the voice of complicity. But silence is impossible. Silence screams. Silence is the message,just as doing nothing is an act. Let who you are ring out and resonate in every word and deed. Yes,become who you are. There's no sidestepping your own being or your own responsibility. What you do is who you are. You are your own comeuppance. You become your own message. You are the message. In the Spirit of Crazy Horse." 
 Leonard Peltier~ U.S. Federal Prisoner #89637-132 

"A thing of beauty is a joy forever: Its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness; but still will keep a bower quiet for us, and a sleep full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing."--John Keats