Poetry is severely underestimated these days. This does not surprise me as poetry requires quite a bit of work to understand and appreciate. For example, the natural rhythm in a good piece of poetry is not spoon fed to the listener as when listening to music, but must be drawn out from within. And lets not forget the actual words themselves..

I am no expert on poetry, BUT there are a few that struck me as significant back when I first came across them, and have lingered ever since. Perhaps we can work together and see if we cannot piece together another missing piece of the puzzle? Who is to say these men and women understood the truth any less than we did?

The first poem I want to present is by T.S. Eliot, in perhaps his most famous work, which is surprising considering how few people actually seem to understand it, myself included!

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47311/the-waste-land

it is quite long.. and also makes use of images and figures from history and legend that have all but been forgotten.

but just skimming through it, some KEY words that hint towards deeper meanings just jump out at me.

Who is the fisher king?

> I sat upon the shore

>Fishing, with the arid plain behind me

>Shall I at least set my lands in order?

>London Bridge is falling down falling >down falling down

>Poi s’ascose nel foco che gli affina

>Quando fiam uti chelidon—O swallow swallow

>Le Prince d’Aquitaine à la tour abolie

>These fragments I have shored against my ruins

>Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo’s mad againe.

>Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.

> Shantih shantih shantih

These FRAGMENTS I have SHORED against my RUINS.

This line, near the end of the poem, has always haunted me for some reason, from the very first time I forced myself to trudge through this entire thing, barely registering any of it, but this line, has always stuck out to me as significant..

Feel free to add bits of poetry you find significant, or if you are brave enough, poetry of your own is more than welcome as well! Love you all

http://www.hwlongfellow.org/poems_poem.php?pid=296

I've always loved this one. Imagine my joy when I found a couple of videos on Youtube, about how Hiawatha was an ambassador of peace:

Hiawatha - I: The Great Law of Peace - Extra History

https://youtu.be/79RApCgwZFw

Hiawatha - II: Government for the People - Extra History

https://youtu.be/RPtUSKKzBcM

The next poem I want to look at is a bit more straight forward than T.S. Eliot, but no less powerful and immediately applicable to our mission.

(in truth, I may have slightly overestimated how well read some of you here are.. in which case T.S. Eliot is probably the last place one would start a thread on poetry.. I do not say this in contempt, I am simply reflecting on the words of our Best Friend Dr. Strange and how true his words ended up being.. )

INVICTUS

by William Earnest Henley

>Out of the night that covers me,

> Black as the pit from pole to pole,

>I thank whatever gods may be

> For my unconquerable soul.

>In the fell clutch of circumstance

> I have not winced nor cried aloud.

>Under the bludgeonings of chance

> My head is bloody, but unbowed.

>Beyond this place of wrath and tears

> Looms but the Horror of the shade,

>And yet the menace of the years

> Finds and shall find me unafraid.

>It matters not how strait the gate,

> How charged with punishments the scroll,

>I am the master of my fate,

> I am the captain of my soul.

Remember these words Anon

INVICTUS mean UNCONQUERED in Latin.

This poem is a declaration of FREE WILL.

Ye, though the rest of the world will happily sleep walk through the valley, in the shadow of death, WE stand in the light.

We seek the truth.

We take comfort in the truth.

We are the truth.

Remember who you are.

Remember from whence you came.

Remember where you are going.

Always.

LUX TUA NOS DUCAT

SIMIS INVICTI

LAUS DEO

Amen.

>>2465

MY ALLY the indigenous peoples in north America knew there were other peoples on this world they knew they were not the only peoples on this rock,,,, they stated that they were taught that if those peoples finally find their way across the water barrier if they bring the sign of the circle then they would have learned Peaceful ways,,, but if a cross is follows them then they will not have peace in their hearts

>>2457

My friend, my ally, my child of light.

My dearest friend Wong…

"Look upon the stars,

To see what you will see,

For if you see at all,

ALL IS WHAT YOU'LL SEE"

• A Father

>>2465

(Yes I memorized Hiawatha at age 6 or 7. LOL). But I still have pieces of it up and marching through my memory from time to time.

>>2612

THIS ONE! This has always been a most powerful mantra for me, ever since I became aware that I needed to defend my soul.

Love this poem so much.

Prince Harry had the Invictus Games in Toronto Ontario last fall, for wounded veterans to feel empowered. It made me think of this poem, and how we have sort of pegged Harry as an evil one. If that's the case, these games would be a type of virtue signaling and a way to deceive, would it not? Then again, if it actually does help veterans, isn't that a good thing? Can someone evil actually do good?

I'm unfortunately not as well read as I should be, due to heavy cultish indoctrination in my early years. However, I'm doing my best catchup efforts. Feel free to make recommendations/post worthy reading here or in the Reading Room thread.

>>2457

I have some old teen-angsty poetry that I wrote back in the day. Never been digitized - I didn't think it was worth the effort. However - I am thinking of typing and posting it here. If I can dig up my old notebook, I'll do so this weekend. As I recall, it helped me get through some dark times and maybe it will help other anons too.

>>2660?

>Then again, if it actually does help veterans, isn't that a good thing? Can someone evil actually do good?

The way I understand it, "satanists", for lack of a better term, have to balance their horrendously evil deeds with supremely good deeds in public.

Even they have to keep balance.

Do you think every philanthropic man is a genuinely righteous person?

>I have some old teen-angsty poetry

do it! it probably sucks! we wont judge (outloud)

haha jokes. By all means my friend

>>2663

>The way I understand it, "satanists", for lack of a better term, have to balance their horrendously evil deeds with supremely good deeds in public.

Even they have to keep balance.

Do you think every philanthropic man is a genuinely righteous person?

This makes complete sense (you are brilliant!)

The poetry will suck, guaranteed! LOL. I only consider sharing because writing it helped to heal my soul a great deal, and there's a chance it could help others too. We can always delete if it turns out to be that bad, no worries (you got da powah)…

>>2457

oooh goody!

A post for poetry :)

Heres one, dedicated to all you here at truth legion:

So, Nihilist Terrorists control the populace and dems, neocons and nazis cohort and the obvious lies are applied by oblivious spies…

Well, what if these are only obstacles to overcome in the delusions of Mind,

in the illusion of Time?

Inside this rhyme, please find a chrysalis,

a geometric cocoon designed by consciousness,

In this mind Evil eyes cannot exist

but if they ever do, its ALL true

DONT TRIP

cuz everything is everything

like Ms. Lauren Hill insists.

Though, you gotta admit,

we don't know much about it,

but maybe when the great Mystery is deduced, We're all One and you attract what you focus.

This ain't just some witches brew-ha ha or hocus pocus, these words sit, up upon a floating lotus,

with rose petaled proses flowing in and out of poses,

what can YOU see from the crows nest?

From sea to shining sea,

WE are melting what was frozen!

>>2677

Share on, anon! I wanna read em! no matter how shitty! (its all relative)

>>2457

HOooOoOOOOOOH LORD!! talk about some starseed Space Soul!!!

Check this amazing poetman out!

www. youtube.com/watch?v=KJHquOEChRg

an excerpt:

I can recite the grass on the hill and memorize the moon

I know the cloudforms of love by heart

and have brought tears to the eye of a storm

and my memory banks vaults of forests and amazon river banks

and i've screamed them into sunsets that echo in earthquakes

shadows have been my spotlight as I monologue the night and dialogue with days

soliloquies of wind and breeze applauded by sun rays

we put language in zoos to observe caged thought

and tossed peanuts and p-funk at intellect

and motherfuckers think these are metaphors

i speak what I see

all words and worlds are metaphors of me

my life was authored by the moon

footprints written in soil

the fountain pen of martian men

novelling human toil

and yes, the soil speaks highly of me

but earth seeds root me poet-tree

now, maybe i'm too serious

too little here to matter

though i'm riddled with the reason of the sun

i stand up comets with the audience of lungs

this body of laughter is it with me or at me?

hue more or less though gender's mute

and the punch line has this lifeline at it's root

i'm a star this life's the suburbs, I commute

The wheel turns o'er the ashen fields

of man's achievements and exploration

broken swords and twisted crowns which none wields

mark the lands of his desecration

This place yields nothing to him alone

who wanders willfully blind through this zone

Symbols and sigils talk to him not

if only by the arrow of dark he was shot

Eternal shame on who blinds himself

and takes his ego to be his true self

The truth shows only to those who will see

and not those who look and think themselves free

That truth does not show is not just your fault

unless it did and you chose the assault

of truths you don't like so they may be buried

even if you did so to stop the mind from being worried

And who are you my great proud lord

that you demand of me to go overboard

because your men tore a hole that let's in the dark

You would do so yourself if you really would be

as you claim: a shark, in the deepest of sea

What shark lives on land, what pig wears a suit

Only one who has eaten of the forbidden fruit

So let us rejoice for we are all mad

And it is better to laugh than always be sad

-judge of fools-

The friends and foes I've made in life,

the lessons they have taught.

Reflections of my other selves,

from times I have forgot.

Don't rush to judge these fools to quick,

if mind makes all I see.

The thoughts I think create them all,

thus all of them are me.

>>11664

The Day is Done

BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

The day is done, and the darkness

Falls from the wings of Night,

As a feather is wafted downward

From an eagle in his flight.

I see the lights of the village

Gleam through the rain and the mist,

And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me

That my soul cannot resist:

A feeling of sadness and longing,

That is not akin to pain,

And resembles sorrow only

As the mist resembles the rain.

Come, read to me some poem,

Some simple and heartfelt lay,

That shall soothe this restless feeling,

And banish the thoughts of day.

Not from the grand old masters,

Not from the bards sublime,

Whose distant footsteps echo

Through the corridors of Time.

For, like strains of martial music,

Their mighty thoughts suggest

Life's endless toil and endeavor;

And to-night I long for rest.

Read from some humbler poet,

Whose songs gushed from his heart,

As showers from the clouds of summer,

Or tears from the eyelids start;

Who, through long days of labor,

And nights devoid of ease,

Still heard in his soul the music

Of wonderful melodies.

Such songs have power to quiet

The restless pulse of care,

And come like the benediction

That follows after prayer.

Then read from the treasured volume

The poem of thy choice,

And lend to the rhyme of the poet

The beauty of thy voice.

And the night shall be filled with music,

And the cares, that infest the day,

Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,

And as silently steal away.

This seems appropriate here. It's from Dean Koontz, Book of Counted Sorrows.

All of us are travelers lost

our tickets arranged at a cost

Unknown,but beyond our means

This odd itinerary of scenes

Enigmatic, strange, unreal

Leaves us unsure how to feel

No postmortem journey is rife

with more mystery than life

Tremulous skeins of destiny

flutter so ethereally

around me - but then I feel

Its embrace is that of steel

On the road that I have taken

One day, walking, I awaken

Amazed to see where I have come

where I'm going, where I'm from

This is not the path I thought

This is not the place I sought

This is not the dream I bought

Just a fever of fate I've caught

I'll change highways in a while

At the crossroads, one more mile

My path is lit by my own fire

I'm going only where I desire

On the road that I have taken

One day, walking, I awaken

One day, walking, I awaken

On the road that I have taken

>>12137

Since there are no coincidences, i just looked it up. A haiku is composed of 17 syllables. Thank you so much for sharing this wonderful poem. I absolutely loved it. I don't know very much poetry at all, and this was a gem. Have a haiku, know you are loved!

Wild hunch guessing try

Rhyme eye spotted in passing

New Anon welcome

Expectantly, we scan it all,

for signs that the storm nears.

Sharing news and spreading thoughts,

been doing it for years.

And if it takes a lifetime

through the patience learned I'll know

This time will only be a waste,

if I refuse to grow.

So gather round me, foes and friends.

Please listen to your hearts.

This show's about redeeming us,

and soon enough, it starts.

>>12212

>>12217

Poetry redpills

A meme drawn out using words

Brief effective gist

Images in words

We are winning bigly

A haiku for you, too

Are words sigil magic?

Wordsmith magicians

What is Spell-ing?

To celebrate No Collusion Day

Collusion collusion

seems more like self delusion

It was all a mere illusion

to foment mass confusion

They're in dire need of an infusion

of truth, then comes the conclusion

A kick down door intrusion

They're yesterday's bad news son

>>12256

>Are words sigil magic?

>Wordsmith magicians

>What is Spell-ing?

My fren…

You have made the right connections.

What have we been doing since the beginning?

We've been writing a comic book into fractal time, all based on the spells we put into words.

Haven't you seen the lesson yet my allies?

Take a step back.

See the entire Q experience since the beginning, to now, and everything in between.

Look at all the COINCIDENCES.

All of Q's posts?

Can you see beyond the veil now?

We've been casting spells the entire TIME.

What you put into words becomes reality.

“Watch your thoughts, they become your words; watch your words, they become your actions; watch your actions, they become your habits; watch your habits, they become your character; watch your character, it becomes your destiny.” - Lao Tzu

>>12498

>>12256

Word Magic - How Words can be Used as Magic Spells by Gary Lite.

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This is the tale of a kitten

Oliver was his name

Just like another orphan

Whom Dickens had written to fame

His mother was Zelda the barn cat

She was but a kitten herself

Not a great mother, no doubt that

She gave birth to her brood on a shelf

We think she was killed two days later

She's never been seen again

Found poor little Oliver hungry

And in desperate need of a fren

We had some milk replacer

We didn't want him to die

But sometimes life is cruel it seems

no matter what you try

He made it to nearly three weeks

He barely had oppened his eye

I cried like a baby the other day

I too shall someday die

So now out there in the garden

'neath carved log there is a grave

And I know how I'd want to be burried

Like the kitten I had tried to save

But I'm hoping my eyes will be open

I'll find out if my theories are sound

Let my soul carry lessons I've learned here

Let my meat rot back into the ground

>>13145

>>13171

https://godlike.com/forum1/message4068384/pg1

Q DEAD?: White House insider who predicted Iran False Flag, David Goldberg found dead

David E. Goldberg was found dead in his New York apartment on June 8th. The death is being investigated, but at this time, authorities have given no indication as to the cause of death.

He was 59.

Friends of Mr. Goldberg were given access to his accounts before his passing. They will be maintaining them, and posting new information as it comes in.

At this time, they are reviewing many documents in Mr. Goldberg's possession, some of which appear to be top secret government documents.

[link to israeltodaynews.blogspot.com (secure)]

War with Iran planned by Trump, to occur in the Fall of 2019

Tactical nukes and ground invasion planned for Iran, according to whistle-blower

[link to israeltodaynews.blogspot.com (secure)]

The sun also rises

On those who fail the call

Those who hoard all the world's niceness

Down and down shall those traitors fall

Freedom grows and Love burns brighter

The seeker knows where to find his lighter

Or a ladder towards his inner Fire

Walls shatter, slavers shudder, when Apoll' holds his lyre

Cast your spells and sigils and memes

For Power is one of God's favourite themes

Tower over reality's fears

Shower your world with affection, for it nears

The dawn of us children of growth

Simply remember that to Love you swore your oath

The old gods are coming back to this earth

Bringing with them their knowledge of worth

Ancient powers from beyond our understanding

Help us smooth out the individual's landing

Fuck fear, and Death, do please leave us kindly

Death to those who would have Man blindly

Stumble forever through the Abyss

Withholding the knowledge of Light's gracious kiss

We are the kings of this world, but are senile

Made stupid and fearful by creatures so vile

As to make any heart retch when catching the scent

Of the betrayal by those, who on destruction are bent.

I just wanted to give something back and say thank you to the people on this board. The most important thing I've learned so far on this journey is to trust my inner daemon, for it knows near everything. Glory and blessings to all of you who kindle the flames of freedom and truth.

>>13288

>you are godlike

Well, yes. Thank you. But why would I kill my inner daemon? Daemon literally just means "spirit" and makes no judgment of good and evil. Any angel is as much a daemon as any other soul.

Goddamn anti-cosmics

The deeper down this hole I dive

The more it charges up my drive

No longer weak

No longer old

No longer meek

No do as told

I'm racing up the path I see

No limits now, I'm running free.

How far can I take it? I guess I'll find out.

The concept is proven. There isn't a doubt.

All kindnesses done will come back in due time

There's always a reason, and sometimes a rhyme