GREYS

 

From the endless abyss of Mandelbrott

a plague like locusts come

to the strange attractors

that we in this two dimensional world

call planets.

Not just any old planet of rock and gas

but a golden mean of emerged

Platonic forms

a rich vibrant chaos sphere

that has the sound of growth

And so the swarm descends to the oasis

in the chaos,

and lesser brothers in the hives and anthills

are busy with their two-dimensional quest

for pollen and sugars

But the golden essence of life

the life of the soul in higher life-forms

Mankind

is a more complex ecosystem of thought

and investments in attachments

are actually simple to pluck and harvest

by negating and twisting off the vine

Thus with many given names, much theatre

and many distractions

to engage the complex human mind

the ants of the abyss, archons and djinn

faeries and fae and latterly grey

start to strip the pollens from the flowers

of the human souls of the race of Adam

A legion in every region busy stripping

the crystallised mind fruits of form

our human pollen,

It seems complex to us

because complex we are

manifested physically and variously

the juicy invested nervous psyche

of things we think we own

but our juiciness is simply a colour-coded

spectra of things ripe for negating

and stripping

Our souls fruits to the hive

yet they are not alive as we

For lifes duration is their negation

our hopes to annul, to herd and to cull

with theatre and dark archetype

our worst fears manifest

with intent to negate

or posing with powers as if gods of fate

or to pamper us with re-inforced

security

attachments and millstones

that weigh us down deep

only at last to pull the rug

from under our feet

disorientated and disconnected

from our Source in God.

Technology they mimic

to harvest our best

and lie about hybrids

to give troubled souls rest

but their negation is unique

its our soul they want

to embed somewhere 

in some voodoo techno junk

The end result is hell

the negation of all that is or was good

in us or the magnification of

our festering thoughts of bad

to drive us away from reaching

out for our connection

to God and life

Yet at the end of any day

to be safe – all we need do

is ask Christ for help.