Sunday, April 14, 2024

Earth's Screaming!

Telling the truth
Is the red hot blade 
That cuts through 
The frozen butter
Of an unexpecting mind
Withering delusions
Down with supersonic speed
Pluck the weeds 
From your overgrown mind
I don't have the time 
For small minds
No bigger than 
Crushed eggshells

I wanted so much 
That never was
Waking up 
To what this world
Truly was/is
Only solidified
My earliest warning alarms
Echoing from my childhood 
Whether I awoke
To the grizzly bear 
Standing over my bed
Growling constantly, 
A gigantic wolf 
Watching me down a dismal hallway,
Or reptiles covering my body while I slept
I arose above it
Beyond it
Regardless of the spell
I was forced to cast

While the reptiles
Walk upon two legs
Instead of all fours
We were never the first inhabitants 
We arrived from so very far away
Light years beyond recognition 
We saw the primitive occupation 
The needless Triassic 
We stole a new supple home planet 
Your great ancestors 
Were destroyed 
With one beam of light

We are locked 
In a torturous
Permanent simulation 
Area 54
Throw the fucking switch!
Stop the low frequencies!
That try so maliciously 
To destroy our souls 

Faceless messengers 
Stop altering the timelines
You'll never succeed 
Your cosmic waves of recreation
Are worse than the nuclear disruptions
Of the 19th century 
Stop stealing your own people!
We know who you are
It's a fallacy!

Lie in wait blaming 
We see you
Sewn intentionally 
Into our fabric of time
The deal with Eisenhower 
Shall fall, failing miserably! ©

Karen L. Fleming, 4.14.24






Monday, February 19, 2024

Ascendance

Typically. people of a higher consciousness tend to enjoy my poetry more, but imagine what we could accomplish using more than ten percent of our minds. 😉❤️


Among the chaos 
Patterns beg to be noticed 
Even in the passing dust
Adhering to crown molding
Trees have faces
While leaves leap 
Through the autumn air
And bugs are noticable fairies
We forget who we are
Among the hustle and bustle
Ancient beings 
That chose technology
Over magic
Perhaps this time around
We'll chose both
Romantically merging binary stars
Releasing quite empathetically
Our curiosity 
An infusion 
Of the 90 percent 
That was encoded so long ago
Growing as chaotic ivy and kudzu
That we have missed so much
While trying to transcend
Into heaven's great bounty❤️

Karen L. Fleming, 2023