Watcher Of The Skies

                                   Watcher Of The Skies
by Stormm


The Watcher Of The Skies glares down upon the sizzling naked city.


Mute, dispassionate, wearing a cold blank expression.


Emotionless.


Unable to detect or record The Artists Of Veiled Thoughts,

nor Adepts Of No-Mind.


Like a blind vampire bat on silent, empty afternoons.


Sadly Insane, while habitually deploying it's precise sweeping vision.


The perfectly logical recording cyborg spy, a patented scientific breakthrough.


Automaton. Assassin. Abomination.


Failed result of twisted science,

formerly mankind's most promising niche of genetic research,

predictably gone sour.


It alone observes me, but knows not exactly why I'm watching.


Suddenly it momentarily disappears, to reappear right beside me,

much too close for comfort...

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IV The Emperor

                           IV The Emperor
by Stormm



The Ram Enthroned On The Mountain Top.


Upon mountaintops miles ahead,

the well-established Emperor surveys his entire domain.

The Good Father, provides for his family behind a stern appearance.


Offensive Mountain Ram Miles Ahead.


He clenches the gift of life in right fist, astride his grey rams' head throne,

wrapped in red robes.

Silver arms and legs reveal a shield of full plate armor.


Red Blood Of Life.


The Crowned Conqueror Ho Nike, The Stormm King,

he the ruddy faced "Son Of The Morning, Chief Among The Mighty."

The Warrior Seer beholds five windows simultaneously.

Powerfully exerts his influence in the form of active creative energies

directed upon five elements, throughout 25 dimensions,

five by five tattva conduits transmit electric alternating currents, lo, concurrently.


The gold crown on his head upholds at it's summit the symbol of Aries.

In his right hand the Golden Ankh of Life scepter,

his left displays Golden Sun Of The Burning Orb.

The Ram On Fire Mountain Butting Heads, challenges the status quo,



rushes out to encounter opportunities and confront obstacles head on.


Charges in full stride, passionate, unrestrained, aggressive.

He's the active male principle, The Healthy Ego, Hero The Action Man.


Orange mountains on my left, yellow mountains on my right,

steep slippery trails from whence weak hearts plummet into the abyss beneath,

falling away behind my throne, rooted solid with deep foundations.


The Mighty Solar Warrior directs from on high,

comfortable atop world globes.


The Lone Eagle On Barren Mountains,



confidently observes all from my dizzying heights of power and leadership.


The Protector maintains his position of strength,

fertile dynamic controller of rich and abundant lands.


My long beard represents experience, displaying life's hard-earned lessons,

offers guidance and wisdom to others.

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Ringside Tarot

                             Ringside Tarot
by Stormm


Ringside at a boxing match in a huge arena or stadium,

near front row, middle section VIP.


Between rounds or just before the fight.


There's a beautiful semi-clad woman in red high heels and miniskirt,

strutting around the ring.


She carries a giant Tarot card held high above her head by both hands.


It's Key IV The Emperor.


"War, Conquest, Victory, Strife, Ambition."

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The Prolific Future

                             The Prolific Future
by Stormm



The Prolific Future Life is brisk and invigorating. Mining asteroid

belts, mostly for but not limited to only space craft materials is

booming. Our Space Exploration Programs fuels unprecedented

expansion for the endless varieties of free independent colonies.


Food, clothes and shelter are deemed basic essentials, mandatory

provisions easily affordable by everyone.


Art has replaced boredom, various cheap and abundant alternative

energy sources sustain the numerous powerful, thriving and

completely self-sufficient regions.


There are no taxes or wars, each republic permits zero to a bare

minimum of laws. Gladly opt for as smallest as possible legal

systems, observing only the rarest of minor criminal activity.

Music and Art are the official interplanetary languages, we

humans create and converse in unique new means of expression



daily, fresh new symbols being constantly created.


Peaceful trade has already been well established with most of

the known extraterrestrial and multi-dimensional entities.


There are no illnesses the average person cannot self-heal.


Each individual when personally ready,

if so desired, consciously brings about their own death and rebirth.

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Painting Comes To Life

                                Painting Comes To Life
by Stormm


"Psst psst, over here, come closer" it said.

"Hey, listen up I'll let you in on a secret." "I'm God, your creator.

It's me the one and only, your own personal savior, you know, the supreme being.

So worship me, okay, get down on your knees right now and start praying to me.



Yes of course! right here in front of everyone,

it's the only way to be safe from what's coming down the pipe.

Because the more that you bear witness of me, the more greater will be your glory.



Louder! prostrate and proclaim your insignificance, beg for forgiveness.

Tell me you're not worthy, declare it to all,

let the whole world know how you're unworthy but for my divine grace.



That's it.

Let me see you cry and shed even more crocodile tears this time for Christ's sake.

Without me you're an ignorant f*cking flea, yes say it, you cock sucking bastard.

You better never stop praying to me, if you know what's good.



Where do you think you're going you goddamn son of a bitch,

come back and f*cking fear me. Fear me, fear me, fear..."

I ran out of there in mortal terror, sprinting the museum corridors panting hard.

Only to gradually, tragically,

realize that all the paintings from room to room although in different sections,

were each repeating almost the exact same spiel,

to any fool who should happen by.



So many millions were discovering how easily they could climb right inside paintings,

shrinking themselves down to take up permanent residency.



I could swear that I heard my own voice, it sounded kinda relieved.

Just another poor soul lost in the details of some unknown artist's depiction of paradise.

A weak, self-righteous, whining professional victim gasps in awe.


"Guess I'll make this the stop."

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The Man In Blue

                            The Man In Blue
by Stormm



I'm at a rave, in a massive pale grey concrete warehouse space.


There's probably about a hundred people milling about.


Most are sitting around, upon and along,

the rectangular curves of cream and brown boulders,

surrounding a huge rock garden forest in the center of the room.


It's quiet, we're all hanging in this smoking and chill out lounge area.


Standing up at the farthest left end corner,

I had been casually sitting on the edge, my feet dangling over.

Suddenly I'm walking straight over now to the huge south face wall,

right against the brick at my feet is a burgundy mid-size paint brush.


Automatically I pick it up and just start painting a massive oil mural.


I roll instant drying wet paint, almost from the bottom of the floor,

nearly all the way up to the distant ceiling overhead, with each stroke.


After which I take another step right, repeat over and continue,

until occupying the western half of the entire wall.

The painting unfolds completely detailed already,

like I'm laying up long rows of prefabricated, dry finished wallpaper using a roller,

adding several extended broom's length coatings per stoke.


He's a sober, somber looking,

seriously focused medium built white man, with long grey beard.

Mr Blue Sky is wearing The Navy Blue Suit,

Sits In The White Chair against a vast blue empty backdrop.


Both hands resting on armrests, fingers clasped around bamboo weaving.




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