Morning Sitting: Double haiku

MORNING SITTING

Three times three is nine
Three nines are twenty-seven
Pigeon on repeat

In the far distance
An American war bird
Slashes the still air

End Times: Republished

END TIMES

Hold fire! Mukti’s rickety rickshaw
Holds its breath a moment, pauses in suspense,
Gasps, gulps, shudders and shambles one day more
Bent upon what uncertain comeuppance?

What deadly quagmires lurk around us
As faulty torches, barely flickering,
Leave us stalking fears, while dreams caress us
Beneath steel towers, looming, uncaring?

Surreptitious glances scan each shadow,
Meet only with mirrors too fogged to read
And whereof, pray, this breath? Above? Below?
Which blurred each image, then blindness decreed?

After the abandon of summertime
Comes winter’s burning breathtaking horror.
Bully boys preparing fresh pits of lime.
Hear them sniggering in the corridor,

~~~~~ ~ ~~~~~

“On April 4, 1945, soldiers from the U.S. Third Army freed a camp in the town of Ohrdruf, in central Germany. Tech. Sgt. Eugene Luciano later wrote about the experience:

‘Many prisoners laid in their bunks too weak to move, but raised their arms in thanks. Bodies were piled high on the ground; others were in pits covered with lime. There were rows of ditches filled with buried bodies with an occasional leg or arm protruding [sticking up] out of the ground. The stench was intolerable.’ ”

– The Free Library by Farlex.

Of course that kind of thing couldn’t happen these days could it?

Extremism: Sunday Quote

“In a society that is dominated by violent extremists, the “moderate” mainstream ideology is actually extremism and the sane path toward stability looks radical. When war, oppression and ecocide are the status quo, those who just want health and harmony are painted as extremists.” – Caitlin Johnstone. (https://caitlinjohnstone.com/2020/07/04/ghislaine-maxwell-and-other-notes-from-the-edge-of-the-narrative-matrix/)

Once again I urge you to read the whole article. 🙂

MAGA: A Little Background On American Greatness

https://www.globalresearch.ca/us-destruction-north-korea-must-not-be-forgotten

All About Go

Let’s Look At The Pandemic Conpanic Again …

COVID: THE CHINESE REGIME, SUN TZU AND THE ART OF WAR – Jon Rappoport

“Of course, many people refuse to believe there is a thing called subtlety in strategy, in covert warfare. “The Chinese government couldn’t be so clever.” Really? How about a regime which has a few thousand years of tradition behind it, based on the arts of covert operations?”

“Oh,” people reply again, “that’s impossible. The Chinese regime couldn’t be that devious. I mean, that plan has too many steps in it. Where’s the firepower? Where are the laser weapons flashing in space, you know, like we see in movies? Without that, there is no war.”

Well, when people insist the game has to look like tic-tac-toe with missiles, but the opponent is really playing chess or Go* …“

*”Go is an abstract strategy game … invented in China more than 2,500 years ago … Go was considered one of the four essential arts of the cultured aristocratic Chinese scholars in antiquity … Despite its relatively simple rules, Go is very complex. Compared to chess, Go has both a larger board with more scope for play and longer games, and, on average, many more alternatives to consider per move. The number of legal board positions in Go has been calculated to be approximately 2 × 10 to the 170th, which is vastly greater than the number of atoms in the universe.” – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Go_(game)

As Mr Rappoport says:

“I fully realize there are several possible roles the Chinese regime could be playing in this global crisis. And by crisis, I mean lockdowns and economic devastation.

I’m laying out one possible role here.“

Doublespeak: Four By Six

DOUBLESPEAK

It’s a dangerous world
Or so the News tells us
Looking for terrorists?
Check out the Pentagon

Somme And Then Some

SOMME AND THEN SOME

A hundred years pass
Birthing ceremonials
Little has been learnt

Jet Plane Warbirds (Republished)

JET PLANE WARBIRDS

Noisomely loudly
Splitting our quiet skies
Oh when will you return home?

Be gone, fey daughters of mad Zeus
Be done with twirling your bloody fingers
Fondling their hard-won garlands demanded
And then – oh but of course – soon discarded

Gladiators meet, mete out death, make meat
Reborn as gliadioli – erect, sword-shaped
Leaves and spikes of flowers – overblown
In a superfluity of colour, so over fulsome

Be gone, be gone, we beseech thee
Leave us in peace, in peace
In blessed peace

No Way Out But In

NO WAY OUT BUT IN

No way to cease
The perceived
External
Robotic
Repetitive
Combat of blind
And mindless hatred
Spewing forth war after war
Thick clouds of noxious smoke
Filling libraries with thick volumes
Wise man authors detailing atrocities

But here though
Lies a chance
Internal
Nondifferential
All-absorbing
Unceasingly creative
Returning to the source
That gave us birth in return
In here is to be found
Peace eternal
Within this
Disturbing dream
Or should I say nightmare
Self-created as is all

Offworlders Appalled

OFFWORLDERS APPALLED

They called it Terra
We found out when we arrived
These “human” beings

Mute we watched them create it
Though they mangled the spelling