Warrior’s Dawn

by | Jul 19, 2013 | Prison Poems

By Gary Wenkle SmithSpiritual warrior

Before the great light warms Mother Earth,
the Warrior rises.
Looking out to see the new day.
Ready for that which must come.
Knowing that which only a Warrior can know.

Sensing the presence of Great Souls.
The new day breaks.
The Warrior is prepared for the battle of the day.
Freedom for the Nations.
Gaia sends the wind into the soul of the Warrior.

Children of the land sing songs of love.
The soul of the Wolf roams free.
The Eagle sees all that moves.
The Bear is of immense strength.
The Freedom Warrior feeds from the light.

It is a Warrior’s dawn.
Only a Warrior walks the land.
Love is everlasting.
I have seen these things.
I am a Warrior.

SOURCE: Gary Wenkle Smith 2000

The Scent of the Flower and Our Spirit

by | Jun 4, 2013 | Prison Poems, Quotes

(By Jack Grisham- Author and Singer T.S.O.L.) – I guess if you were to find a simple explanation for the spirit you could call it the scent Jack Grishamof a flower; that essence that drifts away from the object in view and connects it with the world around–have you ever held a flower with no scent–beautiful, but something seems wrong.

The world is full of flowers, but not all of them connect…

Jack’s Websites:
JackGrisham.com
Jack on Facebook
TSOL on Facebook

TSOL in the 80’s punk movie ‘Surburbia’

 

 

Bear-Gog-Lion: Prophecy of Pope Bergoglio

by | Mar 16, 2013 | Apocalypse, Prison Poems

Russian_bearMy Brothers, this is the second beast of Revelation 13.

Prophecies in the making, Hidden Hand, the Pope voted in on Revelation 3:13 – 2013.

Caesar’s bear out of the woods, and the Eastern light enters the dark catacombs of the Vatican lair.

Gog the Prince from the North, Tubal Cain, prepared to beat swords into plowshares.

A beast resembled a leopard, feet like a bear and a mouth like that of a lion.

The dragon who gave the beast his power and throne had said, “The lion of Judah hath prevailed.”

 

Pyramid Complete

by | Feb 20, 2013 | Featured, Prison Poems

Money is energy.tower-of-babel pyramid dollar

Everything is a form of energy, can’t I see?

To ‘earn’ money is to expend my energy that would be best spent on me.

Humans built the pyramids with their own cash; moving rocks ain’t free.

The masters work behind the scenes, so the slaves cannot see.

Chasing the dollar, the next job or the next big thing.

I see where this is heading, they’re going for the golden ring.

We the people are starting to feel like cheap two dollar hookers.

Our masters agree, the pyramid is built, no more need for all these workers.

The end is here, the means we must not fear

by | Sep 13, 2012 | Featured, Prison Poems

As we look within, we see the truth of our past, future and ancestors

Forged into our blood, familiar images of ancient memories

Your truth, my truth, as different as our DNA

One thousand year blood battles, what more can we say

From the Siwa Oasis, to the University of Paris

To the Tribe of Dan and Viking Lands

Phoenicians, Picts, Druids and Anglo Saxons

Battles lost and won, the damage has already been done

Order from chaos, your loss is my loss

The ends is here, the means we must not fear

Justice for all, time to stand tall

A changing of the guard, I hope they won’t take it too hard

Ancient Memories Run Deep

by | Jul 6, 2012 | Prison Poems

(This is a poem by me that I was inspired to write tonight on 7-5-2012)

The beat of a mended broken heart

Born into bondage, never would we part

Today I pictured the smiles on your faces

Time frozen still in my mind of ancestors and places

In my blood, ancient memories run deep

Veins like a canal, merging bloodlines I no longer sleep

Leopards and Eagles, Lilies and Roses

You did this for your children to tap our inner Gnosis

Words not spoken, histories explained

Water of our brotherhood, washes away disdain

Always in my heart these memories I will keep

The eternal fire burns inside,  I will no longer sleep

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