Zombies in straw houses tending sheep

It is difficult to snap out of the zombie brainwash of the secular ideologies that have been infused into the mortal conscience since the dawning of commerce. Most are stuck in their rut (which is just a grave with ramps cut in), and find it easier to go with the flow. The subconscious seeds that were planted throughout their lives are screaming, "If you speak against the government, you are treasonous. We are all Amerikans and we will take care you. Trust your government." Bah! I have been behind the curtain and seen atrocities that most sheeple are unable to even comprehend. Their worst nightmares are sugar coated compared to what I have SEEN with my eyes. As I said, if they wish to play ostrich and hope all will be sunny tomorrow, I will still be here tomorrow when their straw house gets blown down.

Dreams

When I close my eyes, I find myself in a far away exotic land dancing upon warm sands and listening to forgotten melodies. Hypnotized by the palm trees swaying ever so gently under the soft glow of Luna. In my arms is a beautiful woman. She is so enchanting. So lovely. I have to steal quick glances at her. I am afraid if I look too long, I will fall so far in love that I will be forever lost. I feel her gentle words tickle my ears as she whispers love. As her finger run through my hair, electricity flows through every nerve in my being. I feel her heart chanting with mine, an endless Morse-code of teasing beats. I realize it is too late. I am forever hers...

© Nov 11, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

DREAMS OF WIND

In dreams there is magic…

If you befriend the wind you will ride on her wings,

the eye of the breeze will be yours to command
Places unseen by mortals will be unveiled,
all curtains lifted or seen between.

The intimate dance of fire and wind,
will be you magic to attend.
The will and design of sacred shadows;
A trace of you fingers upon all stone.

The ancient art of painting with water;
An erotic weave of gales and sea.
An offering of life or cleaning pain,
All paths will be carved by drops of rain.

Mountains may stand the test of time,
until they befriend the cunning wind.
Their majesty and might demand respect.
The wind reshapes and offer penance,
in the form of nature’s purest song.

She saw the first sunrise, she will see the last.
The moon is her lover, choreographs her dance.
In dreams you will join in soul
This magic is yours to control.

Close your eyes and embrace the wind,
ride it to a past or future destination.
Watch her reshape all within,
as she whispers her sacred song…

© Nov 11, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

NOTE: photo is a random internet find

 

for the sake of love

 Do not love for the sake of loving someone or being loved by another, there are boundaries in this realm; love for the sake of reaching into the unknown and finding out how unlimited you really are. 

 © Nov 10, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

NOTE: photo is a random internet find. Only the words are my intellectual property.

safety net? nah!

Don't fall in love hoping there is a safety net, for you shall surely fall. Pray that there is no safety net and enjoy today with your lover as if the expanse of a tomorrow that is never promised. Only then will you be IN love. 

 © Nov 10, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

NOTE: photo is a random internet find. Only the words are my intellectual property.

 

Sometime's "C" is for "Coffee."

No offense intended to anyone, but arguing over Obama and Romney is like focusing on the junkie in the alley-way to combat drugs. OBAMA is the peon place in office by the Bilderberg dynasty. While society argues over the dope fiend in the s

treet, the fat cat manufacturers picks their teeth with our bones. It is so much bigger than this! Forget Obama! Forget Romney! The EXACT SAME legislation would have been pushed through! Research the Bilderbergs. Research the Elite! Research the Illuminati! Research the Masonic legions! Research everything. Small things amuse small minds. They have brainwashed us into thinking small. Think BIG! For God's sake! Wake up! Wash the brain!

TIME TO FLIP THE COIN FROM BRAINWASH TO WASH THE BRAIN. Unlearn all you have learned via secular ideologies and religious fanatics. Relearn wisdom and discover the facts for yourself! The time for self education and enlightenment is upon us! Things are not always what the programmer has flashed in our face for our entire life. The majority of the time, it is a simple redirection of attention that is needed. FOCUS BABY! "C" is not always for "cookie."

NOTE: Pic is a random internet find, words are solely mine. 

The Enchantment is Eternal...

How will I ever complete the task of describing a beauty with no inkwell of the magi?

I am left with no hint or reference to the forgotten tongue of pure love.

Words only known to the ancients designed your essence

My quest will continue through eternity until I find the key to unlock the sphere of harmonics and release the old gods so that I might borrow their gifts to describe you…

I will do my mortal best in the interim...

I shall sculpt each letter in an attempt to mold them into the perfect image of you…

Searching between to colors of the rainbow for the hue of your smile

The elegance of your voice I found paralleled only by music’s lost chord

Stealing the star from the celestial curtain to emulate the sparkle in your eyes…

Oh what a glorious task has befallen me…

The laughter that falls from your lips turns to faeries as it touches the ground

The flowers yearn for your touch to gain the warmth of your smile… 

I am intoxicated with the inspiration you offer…

You are the magic that binds the flame to the wind in their sacred dance…

The enchantment is eternal…

© Nov 5, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic