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Book 01 - Poems of the new times
Book 01 Poem 01 - The "real dream"
The "real dream"
I want to live all my dreams!
I want to take and give.
It's a wise and mature spirit,
which shows me the way towards purpose.
You just have to feel open.
And dig deeper inside of you!
Do not do anything while you have concerns,
fate will give you luck.
In the end, the brightest light appears.
Some see it, but many don't.
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Book 01 Poem 05 - In the heart of mother nature
In the heart of mother nature
I walk to a beautiful blue lake.
The ground below me is covered with green clover.
And take a look over there in the small clearing,
there grows a 4-leaved clover, such a rare sighting.
Now I lie fully relaxed beside this calm lake,
nothing hurts my excited spirit now any longer.
I am lying still and I am thinking
I ponder and directing.
Around me, I watch at the beauty of nature,
It affects my tender soul - just like a cure.
Nothing can stress me at this moment any more.
Everything that once was so important is now like forgotten.
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Book 01 Poem 06 - Always again
Always again
A new day, he is born.
The last one, I have lost now.
In the beginning he is full of hope and so wonderful.
Until he's whispering to me; today, it will not be so great.
And immediately I'm worried again.
What shall I do now, what shall I do tomorrow?
I thought it would become easier with time,
and I would be ready some day too.
But again and again I drive in this circle of misfortune.
With every new circle my face is coloring chalky.
No savior, no help from my point of view,
does this mean a way out do not exist?
Now rise your dull look upwards,
and for all your misfortunes let yourself be praised.
Not one repetition was in vain,
because it is "the journey" of your life!
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Book 01 Poem 09 - Materialism of heaven
Materialism of heaven
After many years I am finally ready.
I feel; my time is coming now.
Nothing can hold me here any longer,
nothing will split my mind again.
I want to go up, and right far beyond.
Break boundaries, get out of the house.
My fears, they are gone a long time ago,
They have gone to a distant place.
Now all power can awake in me
now i can finally laugh into the face of evil!
Because God's love is what me leads now,
and in the end also chooses me as the victor.
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Book 01 Poem 11 - Material wealth
Material wealth
I could…
... eat and drink as much as I want every day.
... carefree and enjoy my life in peace.
... buy me the most beautiful and expensive things.
... communicate with the most sublime and noble people in the world.
But it is always good ...
... to be sated and not to know about hunger?
... just to feel happiness and not to know about pain?
... to have everything you want and not to know about wishes?
... only to see the success and not to know about poverty?
Only he becomes good who knows both and calls all truth without lies!
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Book 01 Poem 13 - The way
The way
The road is dark and uneven,
but I feel a pleasant warmth.
I feel the warmth of a light from afar.
I follow this warmth, I follow her far beyond...
And so I wandered on and on,
continue on a path without a target
seems to have no other target than the light.
Where will lead me this light?
It shows me a brightly lit corner
and invites me to stay.
It's nice here! I feel comfortable here.
The light is warm and gives life.
But curiosity is driving me on.
Continue to the next bright corner.
The road leads again through the darkness.
I feel only the warmth of the light...
The next corner is much nicer than the last.
But the darkness was much deeper than before.
My curiosity keeps me going.
On and on. I am exploring beautiful corners.
I stay at many for a while
and rejoice in them.
I will now continue slowly.
But the illuminated corners become less.
And the road is getting darker and longer.
The warmth of the light is becoming weaker.
Have I lost my way? It is so gloomy.
Am I wrong here? Should I repent?
Back there were so beautiful corners,
I distinctly remember them all!
And yet I walked on and on.
Hoping to find the most beautiful corner shortly,
I'm driven slowly.
Hoping not be long
to dwell in the dark,
I let myself be guided.
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Book 01 Poem 15 - The leading
The leading
The journey begins with the first step.
Go, I will accompany you a bit.
I'll show you the right way,
it leads along a narrow footbridge.
Do you trust me that I'll protect you?
In problems and suffering be always a profit to you.
Stride on! I'll go with you.
In good and also in bad times.
Nobody will ever dare
to smash your narrow ways.
Noble, strong, and full sublime
it is paved with all gifts.
I'll show you the true and real world.
I'll show it to you in full splendor and without money.
Unimaginable, you say.
Close your eyes and take a look!
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Book 01 Poem 18 - Alcohol you bitter evil spirit
Alcohol you bitter evil spirit
Alcohol, you bitter spirit,
You show everyone his limits.
At the beginning well under control and still tender,
you show everyone a heavy path.
Who follows the hard road,
knows how to suffer really in life.
Sorrow, suffering and a lot of pain,
can burn inside the body like 1000 candles.
How much more can a person endure?
What the human being still has to risk?
He should find true love,
no more squirming in the pain.
He must understand this desire,
he wants to go not further toward the abyss.
And only at the end when it is too late,
you'll see how close he is to the abyss.
Travel with Him and give Him power.
May the good spirit succeed this time.
(written by KiBLS)
Written: ~2009 | Published: 2019
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Book 01 Poem 20 - I'll be waiting!
I'll be waiting!
Together we hike on many paths,
towards true happiness and enlightenment.
Without seeing the goal in front of our eyes,
we'll try to comprehend it.
Just surrender to this strong compulsion,
and wander along the path with me.
Together we will discover the way,
Awakening true love in us together.
You feel well in my arms,
you forgive me for stealing your love.
In our hearts the same fire is burning.
Can you feel the flames? Are they at ease with you?
Don't be afraid, because we are not alone.
You are mine and I am yours eternally.
Don't leave me and show me loyalty,
that I will enjoy you my whole life.
And if we have accomplished it then,
the strongest power reveals itself to us.
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Book 01 Poem 21 - All Around Teaching
All Around Teaching
Last night I was in paradise.
I felt so good, not bad at all.
Then I saw a bright light,
I walked towards it, but I didn't touch it.
Suddenly everything was like in a beautiful dream,
I flew like a bird, from tree to tree.
Then I jumped leisurely from branch to branch,
cause I didn't feel any haste.
Dangers did not exist there,
and I always got back on my feet.
But I didn't think of a cat,
and finally jumped right in her face.
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Book 01 Poem 22 - The Phoenix rises up
The Phoenix rises up
He rises from the old ashes.
His wings are strong and broad,
His gaze is undimmed and sharp.
Imposingly he is rising into the air.
His beats blow away the old ash,
and make room for new.
His screams are blood curdling.
His will is unyielding.
He created new from the Old.
He sacrificed himself to the fire,
to once again to rise from his ashes.
He cleaned himself.
The knowledge and the truth are his vices.
He sees where other people do not see.
He feels, where other people do not feel.
He helps where other people do not help.
He reaches out for others again into the depths.
The heat and the flames do not bother him,
he burns again, suffers and dies...
Until the Phoenix rises again from its ashes,
in order to climb higher than ever before
only to fall more deeply than anyone else...
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Book 01 Poem 26 - Now or never...
Now or never...
Just a whiff, and then it's time.
Just a blink of an eye and it's there.
The certain moment, this particular moment,
The one you've seen coming for a long time.
It strides faster and faster towards you.
You scare back and still know;
You cannot escape him.
He will pass you by and touch you.
You are excited and ask yourself;
Will you just let him pass?
Will you linger with him for a while?
Or will you reject him?
Whatever you decide,
always stay calm and choose with sanity.
Then your choice will be the right one.
And guide you further on bright paths.
Are you now ready for him?
After all, you had a long time...
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Book 01 Poem 32 - My new best friend
My new best friend
The warm rays of the sun wake me up.
My mother made me a delicious breakfast
But I'm in a hurry. I have to go!
I go straight out, determined along the road.
The birds chirp happily through the morning dew.
Many people are greeting me and they are smiling.
Everything glitters and shines. It is pleasantly warmed.
And yet I feel cool. Curious!
Now I have finally arrived.
At my best friend's.
Now I feel well after all.
and I enjoy the day too.
My friend has calmed me down and made me extremely happy!
The world is fine the way it is, everything is fine... Now!
I walk slowly homewards.
I have to rest. Rest for tomorrow.
Rest for the next time, because I am exhausted.
Exhausted from the change.
The quick change between happiness and pain.
The constant attendance of heaven and hell.
What if tomorrow the hell comes again?
I am afraid, but my friend says it is all right...
I just need some bucks to ensure I'm doing well
and he takes away my overwhelming pain.
and immediately transforms it into endless bliss for me.
But what if I can't raise any more money?
I am afraid of tomorrow because I have no more money....
What will my best friend do to me then?
Will I be strong enough again?
to get through the day? To endure the pain?
I hope so, but I hope also
that soon there will be no more tomorrow...
Only then will I be released. Released from the heroin...
My best friend on earth!
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Book 01 Poem 35 - The true power
The true power
My mind is now pure and clear.
As beautiful as it has not been for a long time.
It is powerful and strongly matured.
Almost unbending and stiff.
Only love fulfills him
And revealed to me the true meaning of life.
Love is the origin of everything,
with this knowledge, all power will be concentrated.
No one can destroy it,
and yet many will dare.
They will fail and be burned.
From the fire that's burning in my heart.
The power is so strong and pure.
It can only be God's love.
It is truly the greatest power,
which I have now unleashed.
People now remember the endless power,
which truly creates everything through God's love.
My message will spread widely,
and thus separate the good from the evil.
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Book 14 Poem 05 - Signs in "modern clouds"
This time I would like to start with a little bible quote even though I am not a supporter of any religion (Quote from "Acts/Joel 2:17"):
>>>> Start of quote:
"No, this is what was spoken by the prophet Joel: In the last days, God says, I will pour out My Spirit on all people; your sons and daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams. Even on My menservants and maidservants I will pour out My Spirit in those days, and they will prophesy."
>>>> End of quote.
Signs in "modern clouds"
They're just prophecies for the blind.
For the initiated, everything is aligned.
Even the most sacred idol fades away,
when your inner voice starts to pray.
It works like an earwig in your head,
and suddenly you'll see the living dead.
All this had been known for a long time,
and here I describe it again with a rhyme.
You are part of the whole and never separated!
Please recognize that this insight is awaited!
Matter and time are only an illusion!
I hope this clears up at least some confusion.
All mankind will be eternally connected!
Therefore, the big change is now expected!
And finally as brightly shining as a star,
you'll recognize who you really are.
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Book 14 Poem 07 - The mark of the beast V.2
I start again with a little Bible quote and I want to emphasise again that I do not support any religion.
>>> Start of the quote (Revelation 13:17):
"And the second beast required all people small and great, rich and poor, free and slave, to receive a mark on their right hand or on their forehead, so that no one could buy or sell unless he had the mark— the name of the beast or the number of its name. Here is a call for wisdom: Let the one who has insight calculate the number of the beast, for it is the number of a man, and that number is 666."
>>> End of the quote
The mark of the beast V.2
For those who don't yet know what's going on.
For the times to come, you have to be strong.
Changed from the front of the head to the forehead.
It's only one forgery that has become widespread.
You can't buy or sell anything anymore.
Without selling to the beast as a whore.
The madness is taken to the extreme.
It's the realisation of an evil dream.
The bio sensor is placed on the right hand.
For a long time, this was ruthlessly planned!
Genetically modified, you are no longer human.
To artificial intelligence, you become a crewman.
Free yourself from the grip of darkness.
For this you'll need a lot of smartness.
Detoxify your body and your mind!
And it will be freedom that you find.
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Book 18 Poem 34 - The mark of the beast V.1
I do not support any religion! And yet I start again with a little Bible quote (Revelation 13:17):
"And the second beast required all people small and great, rich and poor, free and slave, to receive a mark on their right hand or on their forehead, so that no one could buy or sell unless he had the mark— the name of the beast or the number of its name. Here is a call for wisdom: Let the one who has insight calculate the number of the beast, for it is the number of a man, and that number is 666."
The mark of the beast V.1
Without the mark you can't pay your rent!
Without the mark you've to sleep in a tent!
Without the mark you will lose your house!
Without the mark you can not longer browse!
You won't be able to drive a car anymore!
And buses and trains will lock their door!
The times have changed, did you the same?
The end nears, did you see through this game?
Yes, I know this message is now very hot!
But nowadays the devil pretends to be God!
Most people follow him voluntarily and blindly.
And feel they are being super honest and kindly.
Exploited traits of care and compassion,
to help us make foes while our reason’s on ration.
We see hell unleashed in what they are trying.
But soon we will rise and see through all the lying.
We’ll eschew the grave changes and what they decree.
We wear the belt of truth so will not bend the knee!
We will really awaken and stand above it all!
Alone we are small but as one we’ll stand tall!
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Book 18 Poem 35 - Choose carefully!
And again I start with a little bible quote and I want to mention again; I do not support any religion! (John 8:42-45):
"Jesus said to them, “If God were your Father, you would love Me, for I proceeded forth and have come from God, for I have not even come on My own initiative, but He sent Me. Why do you not understand what I am saying? It is because you cannot hear My word. You are of your father the devil, and you want to do the desires of your father. He was a murderer from the beginning, and does not stand in the truth because there is no truth in him. Whenever he speaks a lie, he speaks from his own nature, for he is a liar and the father of lies."
Choose carefully!
Consider the free will and choose your side!
This kind of decision is made nationwide.
Either you fight for the lie or the truth.
Either you enslave or you free the youth!
A poisoned body and mind cannot think clearly!
And he can't see that evil is costing him dearly.
Without radical change, you've made your choice!
Decide wisely for whom you raise your voice!
So many sweet lies floating through the air!
Cause the devil doesn't really play fair!
When the top is down and the bottom is above.
When love becomes hate and hate becomes love.
In times where the lie rules and spreads.
Times when madmen try to take over the heads.
Remember you do not struggle alone!
There are holy seeds that have been sown.
The seeds of change with power of resolute,
and a message of wisdom they cannot pollute!
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Book 18 Poem 36 - Let the People Decide
Let the People Decide
Today uncomfortable opinions are deleted.
Is it now dangerous to listen to other views?
Is this how the truth is being cheated?
And why they censor all the news?
In times when so many things are censored,
and we can’t hear another’s point of view.
Ask what still remains unanswered?
Why you’re hated for the truth that you pursue?
You only recognise a lie if you hear each side,
And the truth should never fear a full debate.
If the other half are simply going to hide,
then their lies bury us all under their weight.
People are sovereign, let us breathe,
We were not put on this earth to be a slave,
Let us decide for ourselves who to believe,
And then we can choose how we behave.
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Book 28 Poem 27 - The true image of the beast
And again I start with a little Bible quote even I am not a supporter of any religion (Revelation 13:15-17):
"And he had power to give life unto the image of the beast, that the image of the beast should both speak, and cause that as many as would not worship the image of the beast should be killed. And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads: And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name."
The true image of the beast
Right now you are staring at the image of the beast.
The image was spread carelessly from west to east.
You can wear it in a small form in your right hand.
At least the small version is available in every land.
The big version you have right in front of your head.
Every interface user is a member of the living dead.
Speaking images effortlessly beguile the masses.
The image of the beast is worshipped in all classes.
It lets you hear whatever you desire to be heard.
It subjugates you more and more, with every word.
Enchanting numbers that will captivate you.
This conjuring game is truly nothing new.
How could the old prophets have named it otherwise?
They could only see it through their third eyes.
Leave the false god, just leave everything old behind.
And suddenly you will see, where before you were blind.
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Book 29 Poem 02 - The repetitive new old
The repetitive new old
All the old things are breaking down,
while new things are not yet tangible.
The current rulers lose their crown.
Thus something new can grow and is expandable.
Mystical and mysterious in the past.
Not understandable to the masses.
But these times have now passed.
For light falls in spite of sun glasses.
It dazzles people, because it is so bright.
For a long time it was extremely darkened.
But now it shines again the most divine light.
And thus, that which is, has been hardened.
No religion is stronger than the truth.
No lie is more powerful than the true.
It draws its circles first among the youth.
Everything begins with a renewed view.
And therefore we bury the old.
To give birth to something new.
As we fulfill what has been foretold.
Everything begins right now in you.
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Book 29 Poem 14 - Unpleasant
Unpleasant
Having contact with people you don't enjoy.
Surround yourself with them? For what reason?
To serve them as a preferred gossip toy?
For yourself, it's like a poisonous treason.
An illusion of attachment hampers you.
Useless traditions must be finally broken.
To let the old glamour resplendent anew.
Until the day the truth was spoken.
The words will find each other and flow.
The mind must first attune itself to the new.
That is the way you will ultimately grow.
Destiny happens no matter what you do.
The old will despise you as it passes away.
It is impossible to please everyone.
Yet by doing so, you'll show others the way.
Rise against injustice in the name of the sun.
That which is old will soon disappear.
And what is even older will awaken again.
Proceed on your way without fear.
And your journey will not be in vain.
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Book 29 Poem 19 - Be special
Be special
A sighted man among the blind,
one who speaks among the deaf.
Among all the crazy ones, one is kind.
Among the dead, one still has breath.
He speaks the truth and no one hears.
He lives the true and no one sees.
And in such a way there pass the years.
He could solve the mosaic with ease.
No one wants to know the answers,
everyone thinks he's a hypocrite.
He'd be just one of those dream dancers.
Of wisdom no one wants to benefit.
Everyone just wants the quick buck.
Everyone thinks only of themselves.
The general public, they give a fuck.
They seek truth in contentless bookshelves.
They are wasting their precious life time,
with meaningless content they fill their brains.
The majority doesn't recognize a sacred rhyme.
And toxic nanotech flows through their veins.
Their suffering is completely redefined.
Redemption becomes out of reach for the majority.
For the true and redeeming they are blind.
Therefore, they submit to the most brazen authority.
But many still recognize the light in the darkness.
They are the ones who create everything anew.
They recognize the shadows in all their sharpness.
In all adverse circumstances, they stand for the true.
