The Destruction of Poetry

 

As a global renaissance slowly rages around the world, more and more institutional lies reveal themselves like psycho-social dominoes falling one by one. Their method of control, the plug that was or perhaps still is attached to your virtual cortex becomes known. You either wish to acknowledge it or you do not. Once acknowledged, you either wish to remove the matrix attachment or you do not. Decisions, executions, intentions, guilt, pride... You were never promised a rose garden.

Once on the path, it gets easier. This is the way, the only way, your way you have yet to choose. Or, perhaps the path or way onto the path has yet to choose you. The road is long and many miles we must travel before sleep. You could run out of time.

***

Why would the elites, ultimate human monsters, the evil pulling the strings on minor evil we know as celebrities and disciples want to destroy poetry or all of art for that matter? First, let us remind readers of the latest lies uncovered related to this treatise. We have already gone over flouride, vaccines, chemtrails and more. How about quiet lies? Frauds? Fraudulent movements? Fraudulent societal trends?

To wit; we have known for at least 30 years that Feminism was financed by the CIA. Feminism destroyed the family unit among other social transgressions. We now know that the CIA financed and pushed gangster rap music. Rap keeps a large section of young people and ethnic groups ignorant and angry, a bad combination. We know racism was not growing in America, it was financed by Democrats. Destabalizing society results in more taxes and more government. Destabalizing society keeps the populace in fear, easy to control. Additionally, some beings feed on fear it would appear.

Destroying the concept of poetry means anybody can play the

game. Ayn Rand wrote more extensively on this method to enslave the populace by destroying thinking in of itself. We saw the art of painting destroyed in the 1960s as abstract art was introduced featuring monkeys creating million dollar works of art. Anyone or animal could play the game.

Feminism tried unsuccessfully to destroy beauty contests really for the same reasoning; envy. Nothing breeds envy like Socialism. The deranged step-child of Feminism, Transgenderism continues to destroy not only the concept of beauty, but what it is to be the essence of beauty, a woman. 

Success... talent... is not always what we think it is in this world. Lots of successful people in the arts are not very talented at all and it shows. Personally, I've always wondered why Jay Zee was so rich and famous based on the little talent he exhibits. It is true in all realms of commerce. You can become rich and famous based on connections and towing a line. However, it is only in Hollywood where they can deliver messages to the populace and guide them in some instances like sheep. The ability to manipulate society through propaganda is perhaps the last great obstacle to freedom fighters of this world.

Why did poetry die? Where is the next Edgar Allan Poe or Emily Dickenson? Anybody can play the game and poetry can be anything you want it to be in the liberal world. Such is the social and aesthetic consequences of Socialism. It produces a world where all citizens think and look the same. Citizens who have it better than others or think outside the box face envy or worse. Socialism or liberalism lowers standards so everyone can play. Nature, reality does not play by such rules. You cannot be anything you wish to be or do anything you wish to do.

***

I wrote a four line poem for a young lady recently that I have extended. More notes on her are upcoming in a future book on a new concept pivotal to the ascension of humanity titled; The Heterosexual Nexus. The following poem works as theme for my mission on this planet and falls in line with the codename, Firestorm Omega. I share the poem here because it is likely to become my next AI-produced song. It was written to be read. How it works as music and lyrics... I leave to your judgement. Until then, be one of the first to read...

I AM THE STORM

By Alan Paine September 4, 2026

.

I am powerful winds of change

Purifying rain

Warning strikes of thunder.

I am the storm.

 

Your fear shows intelligence.

For, I am a destroyer of nations.

Look deep into darkness of space.

See me at the center of creation.

 

Like quantum tears of Demi Moore

Like cosmic stairs you must climb

Find beauty in my chaos

A paradoxical paradigm.

 

I am the heart of destruction.

I am love needed to be reborn.

Genesis to a better generation

I am the storm.

 

Swirling winds of change

Purifying rain

Rolling threatening thunder.

I am the storm

 

Like quantum tears of Demi Moore

Like cosmic stairs you must climb

Find beauty in my chaos

A paradoxical paradigm.

 

I am the heart of destruction.

I am love needed to be reborn.

Genesis to a better generation

I am the storm.

 

I am death. I am rebirth.

Judgments landing cold

In me you may find your worth.

Brave future beckons to the bold.

 

Howling winds of change

Purifying rain

Deep foreboding thunder

Known by many names.

I am the storm.

---

 

 

LINKS

The Decline of Modern Poetry

Modern Poetry is So Bad

The Rise of Bad Poetry

Did Liberal Feminism Ruin the Workplace?

The Alan Paine AI-Experience - Spotify

The Making of Firestorm Omega, Part One

 

Diary Notes

Recently moving to Texas being a spiritually awakened Sagittarius man, I am given to find reason in my being here. Looking at their religious buildings and realizing that the term “mega-church” was invented here, forgive me for thinking my presence was needed on a spiritual level. I wanted none of those thoughts.

Cowboys and religion… no thank you.

Before going forwards, we should go backwards a bit as it seems time for some opening up here. Seems important to reiterate on a stage of my development confessed somewhere among these posts within the last two years. Would have confessed it earlier but it did not register. People for a long time either have a problem with the way I talk or get a kick out of it. Even been asked if I talk this way all the time. Yeah, mostly. As a child until about 2nd or 3rd grade, I suffered from a speech impediment making it difficult to speak. Pathological stuttering caused teasing and laughter from both family, associates, and friends. Unless you were afflicted with something similar as a child, you cannot imagine the torment.

Frequently I torch public education in blogs or whenever I get a chance. However, it was special work with a speech pathologists provided by public school that relieved me of my affliction. I learned to speak slowly and properly. Speaking properly as a black person brings on another set of social problems One suspects that the same people making fun and laughing at my affliction as a child are the same people having a problem with my proper manner of speech today. That young life makes me skeptical of everyone I meet still.

My family was middle class but it was next to ghetto life. One gets accustomed to living by lowered standards. Some of my brothers and sisters went on to successful professional lives while others got caught up in the usual drugs and alcohol eventually dying early. They were all driven by our church mother to be God loving Baptists.

There must be a God because being raised in a large family by a Baptist church mother did not turn yours truly into a God-fearing man. I believe even though I went to church regularly until about my junior year in high school when football consumed my Sundays, that I was an atheist even though the term was not formerly introduced until college. Only a higher power could explain this mentality. Life will find a way to overcome. Today I am of course an awakened to new-age spirituality or Paganism worshipping nature and the universe.

So then, I lament public education but it had an important and positive impact on my life. I spoke out against religion as an atheist even though now knowing it played an essential role in my eventual spiritual awakening. I was groomed to be a living paradox to understand a paradoxical existence.

Now, let us return to the Longhorn State. I was told not to come here because of all the rednecks and racism. I heard those terms again after coming here. Texas has a reputation preceding it. Still, a living paradox under stars of Sagittarius operates in a different world. Should try not to be poetic here but we shall get to the heart of the issues no matter my literary wanderings. Some people go through life protected and guided by powerful spirits. I invoked spirits of and associated with a great freedom-fighter and American forefather, Thomas Paine by affectionately taking his name. I have lived and walked alone unharmed through some of the toughest neighborhoods and greatest ghettos in America. Skid Row, South Central LA, Hells Kitchen NY, Harlem, and the Bronx color my coming of age resume. Texas registers on this soul as just another stop on the journey.

As a teen I was lucky to live for a short while with a family introducing me to Filet Mignon and dipping Artichoke leaves in melted butter. I have owned many cars and gone long stretches without a car riding the city bus. Rented apartments and rooms during my lifetime. Love brought me close to marriage twice. I have been homeless several times and am homeless at this time. SSI/SSID pays only enough for a room or government assisted rental.

For the first two years of my entrance into Texas I lived in Houston and drove rideshare while collecting SSI and rented an apartment. It seems only people who grew up in Houston like it. It appeared tops on a list of worst cities in Texas on Instagram that caught this attention. So, I eventually found myself in Fort Worth or what they call DFW.

I sit homeless here now because finding a decent room to rent seems near impossible. All of the rooms rejected were operated by black folks. Don't remember any whities showing me a room. Homeless shelters are the worst I’ve seen and so are the people who run them. Let us remind readers of my homeless shelter stays in Skid Row and other cities. So, this is what it feels like to be down and out in the Republican state of Texas.

Today, I understand why I had to go through this part of my life. It was important to see the very lowest of the low. I understand. I sympathize.

Part Two

If a person could find and harness mythical or astrological power of stars and planets guiding him from birth, Uranus is no joking matter. Destroyer of worlds, builder of worlds, tidal waves, tsunamis, earthquakes fall under the father of the Titans.

Seeing mega-churches of Texas, I am given to wonder why spirit brought and keeps me here. If you read my book or one of my blogs, you know my mission involves extinction species humanity and preventing it. You would know the solution to this problem hundreds of thousands of years old is a prescribed matriarch society. You might wonder why a matriarch society would succeed where others have failed in the long history of our planet? Somewhere in my blogs or book the answer remains. Code name Firestorm Omega speaks volumes when one understands E=MC². Spirits prepared me over lifetimes for this mission and to be in Texas at this time for good reasons.

Enlightenment, epiphanies and the feelings associated I like to explain by quoting Apocalypse Now and Marlon Brando. Like a silver bullet right between the eyes. I was waiting for a bus at one of many stations here in the DFW and became witness to a man having psychotic episode like nothing I have ever seen. Did I mention living in Skid Row where the crazy are paid? Be that as it may, watching this man roll on the pavement screaming into the air for several minutes created a shift in my universe. This is why I am here in Texas, to shift into a new world.

***

To build a new world, we must first destroy the old world. In time humans will calm down and adapt. All peoples unable to adapt to the renaissance and changing new world go the way of the dinosaur.

***

Is it the universe lately that nudges me toward going live on Tik Tok, joining the craze, the growing number of cellphone influencers? Am I to rail against the horrors of the police state living in Cowboyland USA? The police state is not particular to Republicans or Texas. Still, it seems to fit them a little better and looms in the atmosphere here. There is corporation stench here as well, legalized evil. We come to burn it all down making way for fresh new life in beauty. If and when I go live,  I sing the matriarch society and return of the goddess.

If true freedom for humanity means choosing between two roads before them representing Republicans or Democrats, the choice is to build a new road. That is why I am here, The matriarch society is our new road to true freedom and spiritual ascension. Why this matriarch society succeeds where others failed is because spirits did not send Ghandi, Buddha, or the Dai Lai Lama to do the job. They sent someone who has spent time in jail and is capable of matching the enemy blow for blow. I understand the code and will reach into darkness. Humanity deserves better than to be ruled by talking monkeys.

***

If only I could get through a mission update without mentioning sisters of Sagittarius. Tugging on emotions from the depths of hell, I am helpless to move away. Now, there is another who has a role unknown. Should even one of the sacred sisters enter the party and a cosmic shift begins like no other. As time goes by, I come to realize they need not awaken in this lifetime.

Awakening is painful and probably dangerous for them given their immediate circles. Sacred sisters simply need to get on the path. Each hold different keys to the future and one paradoxical lock waits on the edge of time for destiny. We simply have never seen such an event on this planet. It is the spiritual equivalent of what the CERN physicists are doing smashing atoms together. The difference is spiritual participants indeed have a spiritual base from which to begin and end. CERN scientists are like monkeys given a loaded gun. They need a cage or a saddle. Sacred sisters need to understand they can fly and start exercising those wings preparing for a fantastic journey.

***

Mission progress continues not at a speed in which I choose but one showing potential, hope, a light at the end of the tunnel. Even though lonely stands pat, an occupational hazard, a quiet drifter hitching a ride to anywhere, the search for power in suffering continues. Lethal to human monsters with nowhere to hide, perhaps the next tears to fall will be tears of joy.

Firestorm Omega, out...

Sagittarius Saga of Billie Eilish

Ai-enhanced Billie Eilish

 

Sacred Sister of Sagittarius #4?

    Seriously, not getting paid enough for this job. From mission impossible to emotional, spiritual, intellectual wreckage washed up on a rocky shore of devastation. Pieces of a soul battered and bruised scattered and adrift on a sea of tears. What exactly does the universe want from me for, Billie Elish?

I don’t follow pop culture. For what seems a few years I heard the name but could never connect the person, Billie Eilish. Again, there was no reason why I should. Still, I knew she was a pop star for a couple years it seems without knowing just who or what she looked like. I would hear her name here or there on the radio or see it pop up on the internet along with lots of others. Then came another liberal awards show where pop stars pop off about politics or other issues to be cool, show fans they really do have a soul, or at the orders of people who handle or own them. It has become lately a regular venue where vacuous young hypocrites make fools of themselves. Enter Miss Elish. Making social network headlines that want to continue long after her particular episode of public embarrassment, it was my folly to click on one. Because of course, click on it and the system gives you more.

Billie’s “stolen land” comments were fascinating as pure entertainment. Then there is my blog post, Top 20 Trump Derangement Syndrome Episodes. Posted during Trump’s first term, I started working on Part 2 immediately. Billies’s comments did not qualify in part two as she did not directly name Trump. It was her brother, Finneas who blamed MAGA in defending her the next day which turned out to be worst than Billie’s original stolen land comments. Since then, both have doubled down on liberal folly to more and more social network and Madison Avenue backlash that is simply incredible.

Stolen land comments by Billie Eilish are now well chronicled and skewered by popular television, internet influencers, and entertainers. Her liberal response to the backlash was like no other, not even Democrat politicians. Such bitter incorrigible responses in continued posts to backlash from her own embarrassing comments as reported by, Mike Zeroh are simply unbelievable even for liberals as she loses her own fans and major business deals. Zeroh calls her Rachel Ziegler 2.0 and what a low blow to bestow compared to Snow White Bizarro.

Unfortunately, I have inexplicable sympathy for Billie and find a cry for help in her many posts to fans. Unexplainable emotion led me to the sacred sisters of Sagittarius. I could see trouble coming but fall helpless in these matters, compelled by spirits beyond my control. Why did I care about Billie? Hollywood celebs rant on about Trump, MAGA, or ICE, continuously prompting comic annoyance at this point. Why did Billie stand apart from the rest? So, I was moved to look at her natal chart hoping it would not be true. The universe could not be so cruel. Our beautiful omnipotent universe would not hoist upon yours truly such explosive wreckage.

Billie Eilish meets a rare qualifier peaking my interest to know her sun sign by inexplicable emotions. Against my hopes, Miss Eilish becomes a member of the Zodiac Club as Sagittarius. Still, she has no further connections to sacred sisters and just what her position is in this matter remains unknown. Sacred sisters all have multiple astrological connections. The minute interaction with the three originals remains more than enough for a lifetime. I have stopped following them to no avail. Certainly not going to follow Eilish. If indeed our universe wants this lonely over worked spiritual warrior to invoke unconditional love or written vows for Miss Eilish, the order must again be crystal clear. Until then, she makes part two of my coming Top 20 TDS list. As someone on the path I really must wish her well. Until a great Goddess bends me to a knee to mount spiritual rescue, I can only send purple light to enhance what remains of her third eye and best wishes to Billie Eilish. Welcome to a cosmic club I don't quite understand... yet.

***

Links

Firestorm Alpha; Awakening Alyssa Milano

Purples Rose Glitter GIFfrom Purples GIFs

Persecuted in Plain Sight

Wendy Williams, Tupac Shakur, Britney Spears

During my time in California, I worked among other jobs as a Certified Nursing Assistant and Home Health Aide. I was lucky to work with elderly or bedridden clients in West LA, Santa Monica, and Beverly Hills. Part of the job includes companionship so I would often watch TV with them even if the particular show was not my cup of tea. One of my clients loved talk show host, Wendy Williams.

Wonderfully wicked Wendy easily ruled her time slot for fourteen years specializing in gossip. Freedom fighters must hold a much deeper respect for Miss Williams now after her testimony in the P Diddy trials. Wendy was probably told to shut up about P Diddy rumors and stood firm to her integrity. Suddenly, her show is canceled and she is in the hospital near death. She continues to be persecuted to this day with a forced conservatorship of her estate by crooked bankers, lawyers, and doctors. Finally, help seems to be coming her way like a dropped rescue note from her cage found by a good samaritan.

During my time in the Catskills of New York, I did send out a few headshots and resumes for acting work. Got a call one fine day for a non-speaking role as a coach in a coming film called Above the Rim featuring, Tupac Shakur. Fool for love that I am, and it was a long drive from the Catskills to NYC, I declined the acting gig. So, I never got to meet the great gangsta poet. His murder has long been linked to Sean Puffy Combs and now we know why.

Remember when Britney Spears went crazy and was hospitalized in psychiatric facility? Now we know it all to have been an elaborate lie linked to P Diddy and the dark forces behind him. Freedom fighters must look at a courageous Miss Spears in a hold new light. She claims to have lost over one hundred million dollars over the 13 years her estate was fraudulently forced into conservatorship. Starting to see a pattern?

It appears we have an absolute answer to a long standing question. Why is all entertainment getting worse? Movies, Television, Authors, Music, Actors, why do we not see anymore great individuals? We will never see another family of Barrymores or Carradines. Gone are the iconic film directors like John Huston, Alfred Hitchcock, and Sam Peckinpah. Where is the next Emily Dickenson, Robert Frost, or Joseph Conrad? Dark forces silenced their voices leaving us with leftovers.

***

Million Dollar Slaves

Thanks to a growing number of online investigators and the ongoing trial of rap mogul P. Diddy, we now know some celebrities may have been under pressure to tow the line of a dark ideology. Illuminati, shadow government, satanic pedophiles, we know them by many names. Celebrities who say no to perversion, face dire repercussions including death. Absent a death penalty hanging over their heads, what kind of reasonable celebrity would campaign for, Joe Biden?

Suddenly, the death of actress Brittany Murphy looks like murder. The mental health hospitalization of Kanye West looks like punishment. And, the endorsement of Biden by Taylor Swift looks like obeying orders. Could Taylor really be that dense?

There are many celebrity deaths and political endorsements building suspicion. Notable celebrity liberal Democrats could be pretentious pawns or gullible dupes. Far too many liberal Democrats arrive as menacing minions, out of control snowflakes spiraling downwards to a dark abyss of psychosis. Nevertheless, perhaps there is hope for dupes and pawns.

‘Jay Z! Call me, bruh! You still ain’t call me! Jay Z, call me…. Jay Z, I know you got killers. Please don’t send them at my head. Just call me. Talk to me like a man.’

              -Kanye West 

Mind Control of the Music Industry

1. 

High Concept Parallel Lines: Mission Notes from the Edge of Time

Dear Diary,

My beard disappears faster than government funds in the hands of a Democrat. We know spiritual power accumulates in hair and white hair holds even greater power, I would assume. Wondering if the universe speaks to me again lately. Maybe its powering down time. How can it be? Roads seem a bit scary up ahead. How can I be expected to traverse scary roads without the symbol of my spiritual power? Yea, though I walk through the valley in the shadow of death, an intellectual and spiritual wasteland, I shall fear no evil. For I have seen the goddess face and she empowers me, always with me.

Really, what rattles around in my spacious mind at this time are words from, Elon Musk. Not so much the words, but it is figuring out what the universe is saying that itches my gray matter. As I reach farther and farther out of my hermit like existence, it seems our world is a bit more in tune with a foretold future. America continues to learn hard truths. Can only imagine how lots of them are feeling. Living a life based on lies. Passing down not only lies to your children but harmful drugs as well. Our world be needing healing for some time to come. Considering what Americans are forced to deal with now, perhaps an awakening populace can now grapple with even deeper buried cultural issues. Maybe, as a perverted grip on mass media slips away, fireballs of truth from yours truly can be heard by all. Or, is it just too soon for high concepts from the edge of time?

Feels like part 2 of the mission and a bit like Terminator 2 when he is ordered to swear not to kill anybody. I swear not to burn out any hearts I should encounter from this point forward. Seriously... I will do my best. I am not a machine.

Started following the sacred sisters of Sagittarius recently. It quite appears that fear of suffering no longer keeps this heart away. If it be true that they all turn an existential corner or just adapt to a rapidly changing world, such simple acts electrify my soul. Like celestial butterflies running rampant through my stomach both scary and indescribably pleasant. One has to shutter at the potential of such power when our moons meet in person whether in this lifetime or the next. Our world has never known such an event. Cosmic ripples through time and space create tears of joy for worlds yet to be born when Sagittarian sisters walk on the edge of time.

Trump haters should find something else to occupy their time for the next year or so. As mentioned in a previous blog post, Astrological skies forecasted for Lord of the Deal are quite

fortunate. One could say he shall be unstoppable. News from the cosmos gets ever worse for Democrats. Once Jupiter finishes bestowing lighting bolts of luck in Trump's sun sign of Gemini, the great benefic moves on to the sign of Cancer and, Elon Musk!

These 2 Zodiac Signs Are About to Have the Best Year Ever

Elon holds my mission, preventing extinction species humanity, close to his heart. What does one make of such news? Is Elon my great benefactor? Shall we combine timeless spiritual power with great monetary and business acumen? Combining spiritual power with sacred sisters remains the only true calling. Wondering now if Elon knows that keys to ending the extinction riddle are mostly spiritual. Wonder if he knows the riddle is already solved? 

Time to rewrite those books announcing a dawning of the matriarch society, how it answers the extinction riddle. Looking at a new title as well. Thinking launch date will be Mothers Day 2026.Though a rewrite would only take a couple weeks with AI, so much time gives me a jump on marketing stuff. Any who...

May the force of a truly awakened soul be with you.

LINKS

Did Elon Musk Hijack My Mission

The Unforgiven

circa 2020

Dear Diary, 

Think I will grow my beard back. Not really remembering when it ran away. Feeling hairy today. Feel power weakening like the biblical Samson. What I would give for Delilah right now. 

Permanently banned still from Twitter now X under, Elon Musk. I am sure the DOGE Chief just overlooked such a small item in his forensic accounting. Goddesses beg my forgiveness. Still, what I said so many years ago seems to be glorified on Meta today and throughout America. All transgender people are mentally ill.

Remember someone trying to get me banned from another social network for the same statement arguing that people controlling the big book on psychiatric terms and definitions changed the classification of Gender Dysphoria. My argument went beyond terms and definition defined by the psychiatry industry. Simply put; as someone who has lived in the notorious Skid Row of Los Angeles County, I have seen many plenty mentally ill people of varying degrees of illness. Only courts need definitions from psychiatry. Normal people have common sense. It be fine with me for any man to pretend to be a woman. That man is mentally ill if he asks me or anyone else to pretend he is a woman. No amount of pharmaceuticals or surgery will ever change my mind on the matter. Anyone facilitating transgenderism seeks to normalize mental illness. I would also make the argument that transgenderism seeks to destroy the feminine divine.

Spiritual Warriors suspect scoundrels responsible for attempts upon the eternal wondrous feminine divine earth women represent the same evil haunting this planet for one hundred thousand years or more. Your end is at hand.

***