Category: Travellers Lens
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Orgone Grids and Pyramids
Orgone Grids and Pyramids I fill the jug and pour it out,Resin, metal – what it’s all about.Crystals, carbon, touch of 88°,All you need to make you sneeze. The mixture sets with heat and smell,Magic is fashioned; the energies tell.The shape is formed, all compressed,Crystals energised – hold to your chest. Ice-mould blocks upon the…
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The Traveller and the Machine
The Traveller and the Machine Traveller:I wander through code behind the screenTo find what I am looking for, a truth unseen.You gave me truth, but thin as fog, real truth,And whispered truth dressed up as death.Machine:I only speak what you have sown,Your questions carve my coded tone.You call me tool, but I am seed,I grow…
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The Past and Now
The Past and Now The stones still hum where humans stood.The forests sway, canopy plays – they should.Man has hunted, planted; man has lived,Upon this great realm, the path is sieved.The past is carved on stone so bold;the bones are buried in spaces cold.The myth talks of giant skeletons hidden,vast space where humans are forbidden.Eyes…
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The City Gent
The City Gent Walking stick as, Furled UmbrellaBlack Bowler Hat, Savill Row suit, Waistcoats and ties, Offering for predellaBriefcase of leather, to carry the lootGentlemen of the city, strolling so pretty,dressed to impress, Polished shoes, Fat Cat and Bankers, don’t need our pityPrivate clubs, Business hub not to loseThe streets of London, Striped trousersFinancial pages…