Revelations are realizations
Apocalypse means revealing.
History repeats
in waves of decades
movements in time
themed routines live streamed
political hits and skits.
Justice scales tilt like a see saw
in greed driven inequality.
Pause the scheduled program
slander the propaganda
backtrack flashback
question the authority.
Use your wit
reverse the agenda
distort the sound bite formula.
Open your mind’s knowing
center your pineal
enlightenment is uncovering
what’s real what’s fake.
Turn off the mainstream media
disconnect from the mainframe mafia
the underaged click bait.
Filter through half truths
disinformation’s dead ends
are a magician’s trick.
Homegrown terrorists
eye candy distractions
detoxify your natural grace.
Unplug and unscramble
hurricane survivor
surfing through disasters.
The whirling world won’t stop
spinning lies.
Seoul Sister 
Excellent poem.
That photo you use to illustrate-
there’s a hill east of the town of Three Hills, Alberta, Canada where a great Blackfoot First Nations chief is buried.
That photo of the man sitting and the view- looks like the view you see from the Great Chief’s Hill when you look west.
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That’s a cool synchronicity; thank you, your comment adds another element to the poem.
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Your last four lines are particularly powerful. They convey to me that prayer has much to do with listening to the divine within rather trying to contact power beyond our own. You leave the reader with much to think about and end with a beam of light.
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Thank you for your uplifting compliment.
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As you express so well in your poem, we need to disconnect, detoxify, and unplug from everything that distracts us daily. We desperately need to listen to Mother Earth.
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Thank you Rosaliene, I agree, it’s vital for our survival to reconnect to nature; surrounding us, and within us. The more we disavow and destroy nature, we are destroying ourselves.
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