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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🐯👍💓
Historical Figures
If I could bring back three men, and three women from history, and be stranded on some remote island it would be Mary Shelly. Boudicca. Florence Nightingale.
Bruce Lee. Leonardo da Vinci. And Archimedes. I think with their help…I could find complete enlightenment.
Bruce Lee. Leonardo da Vinci. And Archimedes. I think with their help…I could find complete enlightenment.
Chaos
Chaos
The world is in chaos, all by design
The globalist agenda, nefarious, dark and malicious, malign
Having everybody at each other's throats, disorder, mayhem
Know that all uniforms, are only in place, for Them
The one's who preach hate, division, and have everyone confused
The one's who build walls and barriers, omitting the, Used
The sheep, The monsters, The masses, The Mob
All the people who slave, work, just do their job
Tiny cogs, in a big machine, but essential all the same
Repetition, repetition, same old bloody game
They constantly move the goal posts, in this virtual maze, no chance
And nobody understands, status quo, their job, their circumstance
Nobody questions, just repeat, repeat, everyday
Most hate their job, and you hear them say
'If I work hard enough, in thirty years I will be mortgage free!'
Thirty years, a lifetime, to own one's property
The goal is out of reach, know the Rules, The Lures
For in thirty years, you can bet, The property will not be yours!
Only a few make it, The lucky one's at least
Cos' the worker bees, are just drones, there to feed the beast
The globalist agenda, is set up for the elites
The games masters, change the Rules of the game, just cheats
Yellow Jackets, have had enough, over in France, United as One
Ordinary people, demoralized, under the thumb, revolt, Undone
Macron is a globalist, manipulated, a Puppet
And Merkel, is just the same, crazy, a Muppet!
All leaders are controlled, dancing to their master's song
And people have to follow, like sheep, trying to belong
A New World Order, a Thousand Points of Light
Puppet masters pulling strings, tethering leaders Tight
A kingdom divided, cannot stand, The pyramid will crumble
And the elevated, realizing the game is up, are starting to stumble
Provocateurs, Antifa, organized, and paid for their distractions
Covering their faces, burning flags, orchestrated actions
Everything is design, manipulated, MSM, and fake news
What is really going on in the world? Everyone is bemused
Order out of Chaos, this is the plan, it is not by chance
The agenda is civil unrest, and it has begun in France
Spilling into Holland, Germany, Belgium, MSM tells lies all the time
V for Vendetta, certainly springs to mind
By Leo
The world is in chaos, all by design
The globalist agenda, nefarious, dark and malicious, malign
Having everybody at each other's throats, disorder, mayhem
Know that all uniforms, are only in place, for Them
The one's who preach hate, division, and have everyone confused
The one's who build walls and barriers, omitting the, Used
The sheep, The monsters, The masses, The Mob
All the people who slave, work, just do their job
Tiny cogs, in a big machine, but essential all the same
Repetition, repetition, same old bloody game
They constantly move the goal posts, in this virtual maze, no chance
And nobody understands, status quo, their job, their circumstance
Nobody questions, just repeat, repeat, everyday
Most hate their job, and you hear them say
'If I work hard enough, in thirty years I will be mortgage free!'
Thirty years, a lifetime, to own one's property
The goal is out of reach, know the Rules, The Lures
For in thirty years, you can bet, The property will not be yours!
Only a few make it, The lucky one's at least
Cos' the worker bees, are just drones, there to feed the beast
The globalist agenda, is set up for the elites
The games masters, change the Rules of the game, just cheats
Yellow Jackets, have had enough, over in France, United as One
Ordinary people, demoralized, under the thumb, revolt, Undone
Macron is a globalist, manipulated, a Puppet
And Merkel, is just the same, crazy, a Muppet!
All leaders are controlled, dancing to their master's song
And people have to follow, like sheep, trying to belong
A New World Order, a Thousand Points of Light
Puppet masters pulling strings, tethering leaders Tight
A kingdom divided, cannot stand, The pyramid will crumble
And the elevated, realizing the game is up, are starting to stumble
Provocateurs, Antifa, organized, and paid for their distractions
Covering their faces, burning flags, orchestrated actions
Everything is design, manipulated, MSM, and fake news
What is really going on in the world? Everyone is bemused
Order out of Chaos, this is the plan, it is not by chance
The agenda is civil unrest, and it has begun in France
Spilling into Holland, Germany, Belgium, MSM tells lies all the time
V for Vendetta, certainly springs to mind
By Leo
Elites
Elites
Know this, in eyes of the elites, we are all just a number
Like sheep, asleep, unaware, in a slumber
Toiling, exhausted, like the peasants of past
They have systematically, ended the middle class
Demoralized, under Maritime Law, drowning in virtual debt, a falsehood
Every soul, every person, in every neighbourhood
They use words, to trap, ruin and snare
In the cities, towns and villages, everywhere
These bloodsuckers, parasites, like flies on a turd
They are not there for you, or me, it is simply absurd
Politicians are familiars, looking out for number one
Bowing to the elites, since civilization begun
On the ‘Goodship Citizenship’. All are lost at sea
Under the waterline, of Maritime Law, suppressing Humanity
Do we, understand? Or stand under? Are words swords? Are laws walls?
Yes they are, they are the matrix that binds us, and we are silly fools
We are indoctrinated, at a young age, in their schools
And the bright Young Stars, youngsters, are separated, and brainwashed, and used as tools
Subjected and used, and abused, and exploited, there is no end
Only suffering, and obedience, and comply, this is the trend
If people knew the truth, the Esoteric world, that runs parallel
To our Exoteric reality, the mirror of Hell
It is a game, and we are pawns, on a Masonic chequered floor
To be, used, abused, sent to war, and whored
Like the court, Regality, a secret club, a cabal, we don’t belong
We don’t see behind their veil, that they dance to Lucifer’s Song
Just like Neo, in the Matrix, we are just a slave
Since the day of our birth, to the cold, and lonely grave
By Leo
#leosesotericprose
Know this, in eyes of the elites, we are all just a number
Like sheep, asleep, unaware, in a slumber
Toiling, exhausted, like the peasants of past
They have systematically, ended the middle class
Demoralized, under Maritime Law, drowning in virtual debt, a falsehood
Every soul, every person, in every neighbourhood
They use words, to trap, ruin and snare
In the cities, towns and villages, everywhere
These bloodsuckers, parasites, like flies on a turd
They are not there for you, or me, it is simply absurd
Politicians are familiars, looking out for number one
Bowing to the elites, since civilization begun
On the ‘Goodship Citizenship’. All are lost at sea
Under the waterline, of Maritime Law, suppressing Humanity
Do we, understand? Or stand under? Are words swords? Are laws walls?
Yes they are, they are the matrix that binds us, and we are silly fools
We are indoctrinated, at a young age, in their schools
And the bright Young Stars, youngsters, are separated, and brainwashed, and used as tools
Subjected and used, and abused, and exploited, there is no end
Only suffering, and obedience, and comply, this is the trend
If people knew the truth, the Esoteric world, that runs parallel
To our Exoteric reality, the mirror of Hell
It is a game, and we are pawns, on a Masonic chequered floor
To be, used, abused, sent to war, and whored
Like the court, Regality, a secret club, a cabal, we don’t belong
We don’t see behind their veil, that they dance to Lucifer’s Song
Just like Neo, in the Matrix, we are just a slave
Since the day of our birth, to the cold, and lonely grave
By Leo
#leosesotericprose
Leo's Esoteric Prose
Aware
How do we survive? In a world full of hate
Coming from all sides, is it too late?
To finally see, that all is design, a play
Nothing happens by accident, cause and effect, always been that way
Two sides of the same coin, not much of a choice, insane
Being monitored, from most high, making us Unsane
Like sheep, going in one direction, following information, a flock
Rushing, all in time, every day, against the Clock
Drowning in a sea of perpetual debt, a slave
From the moment of our birth, to the cold and lonely grave
Look around, take a breath, be aware, and see
That all is Matrix, of words, that trap Ye and Me
Leo’s Esoteric Prose, is available, Now
Have a look on Amazon, come and see How
I see the world, a glimpse through the Veil, and inside my Head, Boom!
How the Esoteric runs parallel, to our reality, impending Doom
That all this division, is the blueprint for Conquer, the net is closing in
As 5G nears, and people go crazy for this new tech, Dystopia begin💓🐯👍😇
How do we survive? In a world full of hate
Coming from all sides, is it too late?
To finally see, that all is design, a play
Nothing happens by accident, cause and effect, always been that way
Two sides of the same coin, not much of a choice, insane
Being monitored, from most high, making us Unsane
Like sheep, going in one direction, following information, a flock
Rushing, all in time, every day, against the Clock
Drowning in a sea of perpetual debt, a slave
From the moment of our birth, to the cold and lonely grave
Look around, take a breath, be aware, and see
That all is Matrix, of words, that trap Ye and Me
Leo’s Esoteric Prose, is available, Now
Have a look on Amazon, come and see How
I see the world, a glimpse through the Veil, and inside my Head, Boom!
How the Esoteric runs parallel, to our reality, impending Doom
That all this division, is the blueprint for Conquer, the net is closing in
As 5G nears, and people go crazy for this new tech, Dystopia begin💓🐯👍😇
Seasons
Seasons
I suffer in the Summer, the nasty neighbours gather, in force
I stay inside, to avoid confrontation, of course
Trapped in my own home, surrounded by hate
In the lighter nights, they stay out longer, late
In the Winter, it is darker, the weather inclement, cold
The cowards stay inside then, no sign, not so bold
However, this time I suffer most, the darkness enveloping, tangible, oppressive, hemmed in
All the flowers and leaves have gone, the grass has receded, it is windy, wet, consuming
The foliage that gave us privacy, has diminished, waiting for the Spring
And the wind seems to whisper, melancholy, eerie, and frightening
The sun is a milky yellow, covered by clouds and chem-trails, blotting out the light
At one o’clock in the afternoon, it feels like eleven o’clock at night!
My senses become hay wired, every sound a distraction
The clock inside of my head, seems to confuse time, the cogs have lost their traction
Shudders rack my body, like someone, walked on my grave
And the feeling of sorrow, is amplified, The Sun is what I crave
It’s warming glow, and rays that grow, the flower and the fauna, blossom and trees
And butterflies, and birds singing and feeding, and sweet scented pollen collected by bees
Activity is abundant, in the Summer days
As nature is in full glory, under the Sun’s rays
The Winter is dominant, as the Sun dies
And birds migrate to warmer climates, emptying the skies
The clouds seem to become one, the sky no longer blue
Now a dirty, weak grey, with darker shades and hues
I look outside, into the road, the school run is in full swing, breaking the silence fast
Parents collecting their children, double parking, and on resident’s driveways, I shake my head aghast!
Most only live three hundred yards away, walking distance for sure
I suppose in this new era, walking that short distance, is a chore
My downstairs neighbour has put his bin out, hmmm! What can I say?
It is not the first time he has done this, they actually came yesterday
He does this on purpose, just to wind me up, twat!
Normally hoards his rubbish, puts it in his shed, encouraging mice and rats
Complained to the council, but the left wing housing officer, only has a word
Looking out for this bloke, wrapping him in cotton wool, absurd
But is forever scolding us, and we have done nothing wrong, crazy
Looking out for this man, who is absolutely lazy
Mental health problems, yes, I have them too
I have lived here for thirty years, but have no rights, insane, loopy! Loo!
So just to rub it in, he puts his bin out on the wrong day
Household rubbish, plastic, glass, cans, even an old rusty tray!
Yet we have to recycle, or get fined, and a letter telling us off! Bloody cheek!
And he seems to do what he wants, every day, every week
He is a vindictive little man, but shows a different side to the authorities, lying
Puts on a show, he is very clever, the facade, pretending, crying
Stands behind his curtain, up to no good
As the children leave school, from all over the neighbourhood
His friends next door, that is a different dynamic, criminals they are
Dealing drugs, threatening residents, and damaging cars
The housing officer looks out for them too, the wanker, my God!
Anti-social behaviour, no respect, and no sign of PC Plod!
Yet we are told to remove our cameras, the only chance we have, in this ghetto Town
But the criminals complained, and the housing officer made us take them down
They recently had a row, the drug dealers in the next block over, no consequences, it would seem
Criminal damage to their council property, and nobody says a word, I feel like I am in, a weird dream
Structural damage, the reinforced steel is on show, and they go on as before, lame
No visit, no questions, just like yesterday, the same
This housing officer, no sign, no fuss
Yet he seems to think it is ok, to question and have a go at us
So, Christmas is fast approaching, and a new year, 2019, almost here
And I will do this all over again, just like last year
I suffer in the Summer, the nasty neighbours gather, in force
I stay inside, to avoid confrontation, of course
Trapped in my own home, surrounded by hate
In the lighter nights, they stay out longer, late
In the Winter, it is darker, the weather inclement, cold
The cowards stay inside then, no sign, not so bold
However, this time I suffer most, the darkness enveloping, tangible, oppressive, hemmed in
All the flowers and leaves have gone, the grass has receded, it is windy, wet, consuming
The foliage that gave us privacy, has diminished, waiting for the Spring
And the wind seems to whisper, melancholy, eerie, and frightening
The sun is a milky yellow, covered by clouds and chem-trails, blotting out the light
At one o’clock in the afternoon, it feels like eleven o’clock at night!
My senses become hay wired, every sound a distraction
The clock inside of my head, seems to confuse time, the cogs have lost their traction
Shudders rack my body, like someone, walked on my grave
And the feeling of sorrow, is amplified, The Sun is what I crave
It’s warming glow, and rays that grow, the flower and the fauna, blossom and trees
And butterflies, and birds singing and feeding, and sweet scented pollen collected by bees
Activity is abundant, in the Summer days
As nature is in full glory, under the Sun’s rays
The Winter is dominant, as the Sun dies
And birds migrate to warmer climates, emptying the skies
The clouds seem to become one, the sky no longer blue
Now a dirty, weak grey, with darker shades and hues
I look outside, into the road, the school run is in full swing, breaking the silence fast
Parents collecting their children, double parking, and on resident’s driveways, I shake my head aghast!
Most only live three hundred yards away, walking distance for sure
I suppose in this new era, walking that short distance, is a chore
My downstairs neighbour has put his bin out, hmmm! What can I say?
It is not the first time he has done this, they actually came yesterday
He does this on purpose, just to wind me up, twat!
Normally hoards his rubbish, puts it in his shed, encouraging mice and rats
Complained to the council, but the left wing housing officer, only has a word
Looking out for this bloke, wrapping him in cotton wool, absurd
But is forever scolding us, and we have done nothing wrong, crazy
Looking out for this man, who is absolutely lazy
Mental health problems, yes, I have them too
I have lived here for thirty years, but have no rights, insane, loopy! Loo!
So just to rub it in, he puts his bin out on the wrong day
Household rubbish, plastic, glass, cans, even an old rusty tray!
Yet we have to recycle, or get fined, and a letter telling us off! Bloody cheek!
And he seems to do what he wants, every day, every week
He is a vindictive little man, but shows a different side to the authorities, lying
Puts on a show, he is very clever, the facade, pretending, crying
Stands behind his curtain, up to no good
As the children leave school, from all over the neighbourhood
His friends next door, that is a different dynamic, criminals they are
Dealing drugs, threatening residents, and damaging cars
The housing officer looks out for them too, the wanker, my God!
Anti-social behaviour, no respect, and no sign of PC Plod!
Yet we are told to remove our cameras, the only chance we have, in this ghetto Town
But the criminals complained, and the housing officer made us take them down
They recently had a row, the drug dealers in the next block over, no consequences, it would seem
Criminal damage to their council property, and nobody says a word, I feel like I am in, a weird dream
Structural damage, the reinforced steel is on show, and they go on as before, lame
No visit, no questions, just like yesterday, the same
This housing officer, no sign, no fuss
Yet he seems to think it is ok, to question and have a go at us
So, Christmas is fast approaching, and a new year, 2019, almost here
And I will do this all over again, just like last year
