Leo .'s Blog: Leo, page 5
November 28, 2018
RIP Stan Lee
Imagine being a super hero with fantastical powers
To be able to communicate with the trees and the flowers
To be able to connect with animals of all kinds
To be able to speak to them and enter their minds
Imagine, to be able to see in the dark like a cat
Or visualise by means of sonar, like a whale, dolphin, or a bat
Crawl up a vertical surface like an ant or a spider
Fly like a bird, soaring, rising, and silent like a glider
Teleportation, now that is alpha, the best
To be able to get somewhere, quicker than the rest
Regeneration, reincarnation, Godlike, untested
Defeating criminals, and arch rivals bested
A power, digesting data, absorbing knowledge by a simple touch
Like a super computer, it is never too much
Telekinesis, to move things with a thought
Cast a net over a foe, and smiling when they realize they're caught
To enter the ether, and know all things
Jupiter, Venus, Mars, Neptune, Uranus, Mercury and Saturn's rings
To glance upon The Earth, and see the sorrow
To see into the future, the unknown morrow
I am aware, The power I would feel
Is the greatest power, The power to Heal
By Leo🐯👍💓
To be able to communicate with the trees and the flowers
To be able to connect with animals of all kinds
To be able to speak to them and enter their minds
Imagine, to be able to see in the dark like a cat
Or visualise by means of sonar, like a whale, dolphin, or a bat
Crawl up a vertical surface like an ant or a spider
Fly like a bird, soaring, rising, and silent like a glider
Teleportation, now that is alpha, the best
To be able to get somewhere, quicker than the rest
Regeneration, reincarnation, Godlike, untested
Defeating criminals, and arch rivals bested
A power, digesting data, absorbing knowledge by a simple touch
Like a super computer, it is never too much
Telekinesis, to move things with a thought
Cast a net over a foe, and smiling when they realize they're caught
To enter the ether, and know all things
Jupiter, Venus, Mars, Neptune, Uranus, Mercury and Saturn's rings
To glance upon The Earth, and see the sorrow
To see into the future, the unknown morrow
I am aware, The power I would feel
Is the greatest power, The power to Heal
By Leo🐯👍💓
October 22, 2018
Leo's Esoteric Prose
Hi friends.
I have a picture poetry book coming out soon.
Leo's Esoteric Prose.
I have a picture poetry book coming out soon.
Leo's Esoteric Prose.
August 31, 2018
May 12, 2018
Imagine
Once upon a Time, the Earth was a Lush Garden, when Trees reached the Sky
Insects had four feet wing-spans, a huge Dragon Fly
With iridescent colours, a spectrum of light
When the Earth was in Natural Chaos, Fight or Flight
Flowers grew to twenty feet, and mushrooms and toad-stools Too
All Flower and Fauna, everything that Grew
People were bigger then, and in sync with the Natural order of Things
There were no Rules Then, or Authority, or Queens, Princes or Kings
The Air was Pure, no pollution, no industry, no profit or Greed
People only took for themselves, only what they'd Need
They thanked the Earth, for sustaining their Lives, ever giving is She
Until something Happened, so Terrible, the evidence is so Big, nobody can See
Like an ant crawling, only aware of the bark, not realizing the Tree
For the Creature is so Small, the Bark is all it can See
A modern quarry, digging for minerals, aggregates, gems, and clay
It happened before, when Giants walked the Earth, leaving the Grand Canyon today
A coal mine, leaves the residue, a huge heap of slag, bubbling within, waiting to Blow
In years to come, it will erupt, just like a Volcano
The result is the Same, a Scorch upon the Land
And Giant Trees were chopped down with massive Tools, wielded by a giant Hand
The oxygen levels dropped, and all life shrank, got smaller, Diminished
All the Giant Trees were gone, all the exotic animals, Finished
A mesa today, a mountain with a flat summit
Or a stump of a Giant Tree, maybe the last to plummet
As the Giant Axe, Tore into her, ending what was Pure
These Parasites, that ate the Earth, and still do, be Sure
For their descendants are no different, it still goes on Thus
These oligarchs, these Corporations, are all Giants to Us
Insects had four feet wing-spans, a huge Dragon Fly
With iridescent colours, a spectrum of light
When the Earth was in Natural Chaos, Fight or Flight
Flowers grew to twenty feet, and mushrooms and toad-stools Too
All Flower and Fauna, everything that Grew
People were bigger then, and in sync with the Natural order of Things
There were no Rules Then, or Authority, or Queens, Princes or Kings
The Air was Pure, no pollution, no industry, no profit or Greed
People only took for themselves, only what they'd Need
They thanked the Earth, for sustaining their Lives, ever giving is She
Until something Happened, so Terrible, the evidence is so Big, nobody can See
Like an ant crawling, only aware of the bark, not realizing the Tree
For the Creature is so Small, the Bark is all it can See
A modern quarry, digging for minerals, aggregates, gems, and clay
It happened before, when Giants walked the Earth, leaving the Grand Canyon today
A coal mine, leaves the residue, a huge heap of slag, bubbling within, waiting to Blow
In years to come, it will erupt, just like a Volcano
The result is the Same, a Scorch upon the Land
And Giant Trees were chopped down with massive Tools, wielded by a giant Hand
The oxygen levels dropped, and all life shrank, got smaller, Diminished
All the Giant Trees were gone, all the exotic animals, Finished
A mesa today, a mountain with a flat summit
Or a stump of a Giant Tree, maybe the last to plummet
As the Giant Axe, Tore into her, ending what was Pure
These Parasites, that ate the Earth, and still do, be Sure
For their descendants are no different, it still goes on Thus
These oligarchs, these Corporations, are all Giants to Us
Blind Faith
What is belief? Something one cannot see
Ever constant, Omnipresent, throughout Eternity
To have Blind Faith. Is to Believe
To be given Doctrines, to Deceive
One can wait for a sign, have guidance from a priest, reading from a book
One can believe, open one's eyes and search and look
But see nothing, or No - Thing, or Know
Unless one is Awake, and see what is on Show
Hidden, but there all the time, Unseen
Only the 'one eyed' can see, it's all it has ever been
Ignore the words, read between the lines, look at the bigger picture Now
The symbols, the logos, hieroglyphs, Know, somehow
Detour from the tune they want you to Sing
For in the Land of the Blind, the One Eyed Man is King
There is an esoteric world, running in parallel
And their God, in this world, is the entity known as EL
And belief is blind, written as scripture, a Spell
And those in the Know are occultic, never Tell
They plot, and plan, and play chess with Straw people
A number, a robot, a monster, Sheeple
Commerce, and piracy, and the Silk Road, East To West, Control
The North, The South, everything, All
So belief is blind, and Knowing is Awareness, Truth
For when one knows, one needs no proof
Not scripture, or hearsay, or a man in flamboyant attire
A system, a religion, only there to conspire
To steal your life, from Cradle to Grave
From the moment you are born, you are a Slave
From the warmth, the protection, of loving Mother’s Womb
To the cold, and forgotten, dark and dingy Tomb
Ever constant, Omnipresent, throughout Eternity
To have Blind Faith. Is to Believe
To be given Doctrines, to Deceive
One can wait for a sign, have guidance from a priest, reading from a book
One can believe, open one's eyes and search and look
But see nothing, or No - Thing, or Know
Unless one is Awake, and see what is on Show
Hidden, but there all the time, Unseen
Only the 'one eyed' can see, it's all it has ever been
Ignore the words, read between the lines, look at the bigger picture Now
The symbols, the logos, hieroglyphs, Know, somehow
Detour from the tune they want you to Sing
For in the Land of the Blind, the One Eyed Man is King
There is an esoteric world, running in parallel
And their God, in this world, is the entity known as EL
And belief is blind, written as scripture, a Spell
And those in the Know are occultic, never Tell
They plot, and plan, and play chess with Straw people
A number, a robot, a monster, Sheeple
Commerce, and piracy, and the Silk Road, East To West, Control
The North, The South, everything, All
So belief is blind, and Knowing is Awareness, Truth
For when one knows, one needs no proof
Not scripture, or hearsay, or a man in flamboyant attire
A system, a religion, only there to conspire
To steal your life, from Cradle to Grave
From the moment you are born, you are a Slave
From the warmth, the protection, of loving Mother’s Womb
To the cold, and forgotten, dark and dingy Tomb
