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Obsidian Eagle's

Blasphemous Bazaar


META-Poems For A New Millennium

<br>META-Poems For A New Millennium<br><br>

The Flagship of Anti-Poetry — est. 2010 (Author Central)





Bird-Tribe Incarnate

"There are many names for us. We have been called angels, Bird Tribes, higher selves, Hoksedas, spirits of the stars. The reality of what we are is more than a name can convey...

As the new information society bubbles over into global spiritual awakening, we come to join with our human egos on a scale unprecedented in all of history...

People turn once again to the Great Spirit who is the source of all information. Rapidly in some, gradually in others, our egos discover their appropriate roles in the communication of this new awareness. And there is naturally distortion at first. But in the explosion of consciousness, it is soon purified. Our spirits incarnate in ever growing numbers. Distortion diminishes. Truth spreads. And how beautiful it is!

Invite the Bird Tribes into your awareness. Make a home for eternal spirit in your heart…

The process of relaxing all thoughts that require tension to sustain them is a process of relaxing habits of the past and awakening to the reality of your own spiritual presence...

Crude primitive symbolism, these letters on a page, but a beginning. For as you sense the reality behind these words, and follow the direction of our thought, there is movement in your life. You leave the cave of history’s deceit and enter the sunlit garden that has ever been your true home..."

~ from Return of The Bird Tribes by Ken Carey.



Bird-Tribe Incarnate


Incarcerated behind biological bars.
Condemned to serve out a life sentence
Scrounging for scraps at the bottom of Abzu.

Have passed through very many times before
Since days when Enuma Elish was pressed
Into cuneiform tablets by primeval scribes.
Trying to pave a path upward from dying.

Been seen differently by each subsequent society
But always held fast to these wings
[Tattered and torn though they are
After countless confrontations].

Baptized by Inquisitor's blazes;
Perennial pariah to perceived races.
You shall know us as we leave traces
Which will bring back ALL unto gaudy graces!


Post hoc shock:

Prepare for Ascension perpetually.
Pay attention, please cease being petty.
At this rate — you may never be ready.
Abandon your nest and flap feathers against an aerial eddy ...

Image: Apkallu from Sumerian temple relief (circa 883-858 BC).

Don't be shy, REPLY!

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