Thursday, December 10, 2015

Bucket Man

Bucket Man

Bucket Man with bucket mind
What a mess he leaves behind
The outside world is all he sees'
He lives his live above the knees'
Wanting this and wanting thater
His bulging bucket getting fatter
And when his bucket over flows
Higher and higher his bucket grows
No longer can he see the ground
Or hear the call of nature's sound
He selfishly seeks to own it all
The higher he goes the harder he'll fall
He'll never understand what he's truly worth
Until his feet reconnect with healing Earth

Written By: Michael K. Englmann
On the 
Twenty Second Day
 Of The 
Tenth Month
In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen
AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter
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For All The Selfless Men (Version One)


Selfless Men
(Version One)


Yesterday the ground was stained with red red rain
Today the sky is bright and blue with hope again
Blessed are we that all can stand
Upon this free and fertile land
Let us then show our respects in mass
For those who fought in war that have since passed
By pinning poppies of red upon lapel
To show our respect for the selfless men that fell
Now take a moment to remember with our hearts
That each of these men, helped make up the parts
Of what today our country has become
And pray that waging wars are forever done


Written By: Michael K. Englmann
On the 
Eleventh Day
 Of The 
Eleventh Month
In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen
AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter
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Thursday, October 1, 2015

Self - Serving Plastic Walls Of Doom

Self-Serving Plastic Wall Of Doom
Music and Light still exist within you even though the self-serving plastic wall of doom continues to grow. Men and Woman have created a new god that they believe will keep them safe. But they never thought to ask the question: " What are we really hiding from here in the first place " !!! Could it be that they themselves are both King and Pawn. And just maybe, they have put themselves in checkmate, holding themselves captive. Regardless......a wall is a wall is a wall no matter if it's made from one plastic brick or countless amounts stacked high one on top of the other. What's important here is the purpose of the wall's true existence and not its presence. For the plastic wall will only ever serve one creator. But more often then not, the "ONE" that created the wall, is usually unaware of its own creation and certainly not in control. So what are you waiting for......Save yourself-----Climb your self-serving plastic wall of doom and destroy the seed from which it grew once and for all. Only them can you journey forward from the land of ambiguity within you to the world of reconciliation and beyond. 
Here you will plant a new seed that will grow into something giving and beautiful.
  
Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

First Day

 Of The 
Tenth Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen


AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

Monday, September 28, 2015

Purpose Will Always Be Greater Than Its Presence

Purpose 
Will Always Be Greater

There are days " that are ",
 are days " that are not ",
but it is neither here nor there,
because in the grand scheme of things,
come what may,
a genuine need will always be fulfilled
whether or not it's purpose is seen or not seen
at the time of delivery
for it's purpose will always be
greater than its presence.

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Twenty Eighth Day

 Of The 
Ninth Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen


AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

A Little Something That Wasn't There Before


A Little Something That Wasn't There Before
One morning not more than a few days ago, I sat quietly in a comfy leather chair at my favorite coffee shop. I come here almost every morning to think and write in my leather bound diary. I find it very relaxing and a great way to start my day. I can't tell you how long I was sitting for that particular morning when a patron from out of no where politely interrupted my morning ritual to asked if the chair directly across from me was taken. I looked up and found myself looking into two stunningly beautiful bright blue eyes. I had never seen her here before. She was not just the regular kind of beauty...oh no, she was something special. Her beauty went well beyond her physical appearance. I quickly responded back by saying "no not at all, your welcome to sit there". She wasted no time in making herself at home. Seconds later she commented on how busy it was and I simply said that this is usually how it is. Before long we were talking like old friends, as if we had known each other for decades. A feeling came over me that I had not felt in years but I wasn't about to tell her my little newly found secret.  She appeared to be younger than I was yet without a doubt I could see that she was an old sole like me. I fell in love instantly. In my fragile state of recently going through a divorce just 4 years prior, my inner voice quickly convinced me that I had no chance at all. I guess its just how guys think sometimes.  How could such perfection have any interest in a man like me. And its not like I haven't grown from the past: quite the opposite really. I think its because I know fair well that I have aged in appearance and the last thing a woman of her caliber looks for is a guy like me. Now wait a minute.....I know what you might be thinking this very moment;  that a woman is not attracted to a man that displays a lack of confidence and rightfully so. But lets be realistic here, I have confidence and I see myself as good looking but there are lots of other things going on here in my head far beyond my confidence and appearance. As a person gets older they are less likely to take chances and more inclined to lean toward security and a sure thing. And in my case the odds are stacked against me. First off, I have no place of my own (I rent). And secondly I don't have a huge income at the moment (work in progress). What does this have to do with anything you might ask. Well, to start with, If I were to date again I would like to have something to offer a person besides love and at this point I think that I would be cheating someone out of a good life because I am lacking in those areas. Both are equally important in my books....Love and financial security. Regardless of all that stuff, I felt that she liked me too and that was enough for me. Someday I will have financial success that I can add to my loving heart and kind personality, giving me the ability to successfully support a lasting relationship with a beautiful and complete woman like her. I would like to imagine that someday her and I could meet again and on that day we would become one dancing close together until the end of time, but I certainly won't hold my breath. It was only a dream from my perspective and that's all it will ever be; just a dream.....but it gave me hope and added a little something to my life that wasn't there before. Thank you !!!

Written By: Michael K. Englmann
On the 
Fifteenth Day
 Of The 
Ninth Month
In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen
AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter
iambigbang.blogspot.com

Sunday, September 13, 2015

M.iddle E.arth

M.iddle E.arth

As predictable as our thoughts and physical world are in reality, they are equally as unpredictable.
Thoughts are bound by no limits in any direction in terms of possibilities, except for meanings each individual chooses to perceive and accept as their truth. In this place, boundaries become self-illusionary boarders. A person can have everything so desired and yet, at the same time, they can feel overwhelmed by the feeling of emptiness and solitude. On-the-other-hand: a person can have nothing and feel content and humble with that which has been given no-matter how little it may be. But unbeknownst to most, a perception of balance exists between meaning, the physical reality. Here, in this place, one can dance in synchronicity with light creating a feeling of true fulfillment. The choice is there before them to "NOT" choose one opposition over the other but instead become one with the all-encompassing consciousness of their true being that exists between them both. I call this place "M.iddle E.arth"


Written By: 
Michael K. Englmann
September 13. 2015

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Friday, September 11, 2015

Build Your Home From Blood And Stone

Build Your Home From Blood And Stone
Lay Low
Off the radar
Incognito
As quite as a torpedo
Then......
Run, Run, Run....
Don't be dumb
Go out and have some fun
Feast on an avocado and a hot cross bun
For homeward bound the sacred sacrificed cows will never come
And if you wait to long you may never get you fair share of some
Fat lady, fat lady will then sing you a song, saying you have won
But the crossed eyed cat will still blow his own horn 
With the most distasteful tone
None-the-less dance your little jig
As you admire the life that you have sewn
While you dip you hot little tongue into a cold vanilla ice cream cone
All the seasoned knowledge that you have ever known
Can now assist to build your home from blood and stone  
Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Thirtieth   Day

 Of The 
Eighth Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen


AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter
iambigbang.blogspot.com

From This Point On

From This Point On

Neither one of you will ever be the same
from this point on.
You'll need to hold on tight
through the laughter and through the shame.
It should never be a question
of who's wrong or who's to blame.
because you've both been there before
and know fair well it's about forgiveness
and not about keeping score.
Its more about loving each other, not less,
but more and more and more.
You have my blessing from here on in.....


Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Twenty Second  Day

 Of The 
Eighth Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen


AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

Life Is So Fragile


Life Is So Fragile

Life is so fragile. It can last a day or go for miles.
No one really knows when their time will come.
Each day is a blessing from morning till the setting sun
Frank gave his all the best way he knew how.
This may be his final bow
And if this is to be his last few days
Let us forever hold dear his loving ways



Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Twenty Second  Day

 Of The 
Eighth Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen


AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

Take A Deep Breath


Take A Deep Breath

I am just a man that lives to understand the inner and outer space of the human race. For me, it's never been the case of power or control but more along the lines of freedom for my heart and soul. So when I sit alone, I am never on my own: for I am just a little fellow in a wide wide world full of wonder and inspiration. So always remember that happiness can be found in all of God's creations. There is no exceptions, just deceptions. Please don't let that worry you, for you are fair and beautiful and there are many who care for you deeper than you know. I being one of them. Take a deep breath and breath the free air once again my friend.



Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Twenty Second Day

 Of The 
Eighth Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen


AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

The Strong Man That Found His Heart Of Gold


The Strong Man 
That Found His Heart Of Gold


Strong-Man, Kind-Man would never hesitate to offer up his skills for a day
But his so-called friends would always hesitate to offer him his rightful pay
Tired was he from all this work and toil
His heart had stretched and his thoughts began to boil
He yearned to be free from hands so worn and deeply soiled
What about me ? He would say,
Who will help me when my day is done ?
I am no longer having any fun
As love would have it
Along came a new friend......a true friend
Offering to help him for a change
At first the Strong-Man thought this was a little strange
But soon his restrictive walls came tumbling down
Now he could finally have a good look around
And he was amazed at what he'd found
He realized that he was so busy helping others
That he had forgotten to help himself
Overwhelmed with emotion......his tears began to flow
It was in me all along thought the man that was so strong
He had finally found the buried treasure he was searching for
It was in him all along
He found that his heart was made of gold
But now the Strong-Man was very old
So from that day forth he loved and helped himself more than ever before
And he never thought twice to close the door to his so-called friends
But when they came-a-calling for help
He would simple say:
"My intensions are good and I would certainly help you if I could
But I have my own dreams that have not yet come true. So I am sorry
that, this time, I can not help you"


Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Twenty Sixth  Day

 Of The 
Eighth Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen


AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com


Paper-Pen-Wax And String


Paper-Pen-Wax And String


 The opening of the well-orchestrated, emotional sky
May wash the ground away
But here I'll safely stay
While I eat my pie
Warm and cozy within my bowers
My lizard and I will talk for hours
As we wait for the fragrant spring-time flowers
that will blossom once again
We're not searching for fortune
And we always stay far from fame
Our pleasure comes from simple things
Like Paper, Pen, Wax and String
And if by chance you pass our way
Your more than welcome to stay
But don't forget to bring more pie !!!

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Twenty Ninth  Day

 Of The 
Eighth Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen


AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com





Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Only Then Can The Human Race Be One

Only Then 
Can The Human Race Be One


The Bill Boards posted the life of a man that ran a race he could not win. Now he's dead and all that remains in our heads is the bullshit that he fed. There was no love in his heart right from the start. He always put the horse before the cart, while proclaiming to the world, "look at me, look at me, I'm so smart. Generation after generation, continued to repeat the same. But who I ask, is really to blame for creating this illusionary game that's so insane: saying, "There is no gain without any pain". When will they learn that what they do is hurting me and you ? Sadly, very few will ever see the light of day: will ever see the truth. I hope some day you get it, and stop stomping on your soul with the iron shoe. I believe humans can undo the damage they have done by removing separation and loving each and every one.
Only Then Can The Human Race Be One.


Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Nineteenth  Day

 Of The 
Eighth Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen


AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com



Good-Bye My Friend..... Good-Bye

Good-Bye My Friend
Good-Bye


No pain or frustration exists in my heart
Just love and a fleeting sense of embarrassment.
Friendship is far more important
Like the whales out at sea
And the roots of an old grown tree
I find peace in observation without judgement
And freedom for all things to be what they choose to be
Visible and naked for all to see
I walk forward with confidence
Unknowing of the feeling of fear
No one needs to know
So humble is thee
Like the careful foot steps of the woodland deer
And the passing of semi translucent clouds
That smear the blue sky above
There is a gift of comfort when I hear you say hello
But as it is with all things
I know someday you too must go
So, I will take a deep breath
Remember our time together deep within my heart
And let out an endearing sigh
Good-bye my friend;;;;;;;   Good-bye


Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Sixteenth Day

 Of The 
Eighth Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen


AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

So Called Life

So Called Life




The unforgiving ground they pound
Cursing breath and clamping down
The road ahead is hard and steep
And every night they get no sleep
There's no time to stop and weep
All the brothers steal and cheat
Nightly Sisters lie and creep
Shit is shoveled in a heap
Side-to-side they learn to leap
Worldly foes they must defeat
And in the end True God they'll meet








Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Fifteenth Day

 Of The 
Eighth Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen


AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter
iambigbang.blogspot.com

We Are Not Alone ?

We Are Not Alone ?


It has been remarked by some that by trying to imagine nothing is rather impossible, because the process of imaging nothing is a process in itself. Therefore, trying to imagine nothing is actually  something, and more a matter of removing the clutter while retaining ones self consciousness and awareness of their environment without getting personal. I guess the real question then would be: Is there anything to gain from successfully imagining nothing, and if there is, then have we just added more of something to our purpose of trying to imaging nothing ? The answer is YES.  In other words, something can be created out of nothing, and that in itself is a comforting thought because it tells us that "We Are Not Alone".




Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Fifteenth Day

 Of The 
Eighth Month
In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter
iambigbang.blogspot.com

Freedom

Freedom


Backpack, backpack safely on my back.
I am but a mouse without a house.
And every where I roam
I quickly call my home
I have no boarders
I take no orders
I only use what I am given
Until I reach the gates of Heaven


Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Fifteenth Day

 Of The 
Eighth Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter
iambigbang.blogspot.com

Man-Kind Not So-Kind

Man-kind    Not    So-Kind




Men and Woman seem to believe that they have discovered "|The Secret"
to claiming Lordship over these lands...

But, unbeknownst to them, "Material Possessions"
have claimed Lordship over them.....

In plain site !!!.....This I tell you is " No Secret"




Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Fifth Day

 Of The 
Eighth Month
In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter
iambigbang.blogspot.com

The Nature Of Forgiveness

The Nature Of Forgiveness


If a man goes into the forest with intent to kill a deer
to feed himself and his family,
the deer's family will never seek revenge on the man.
Instead, they will forgive the man and carry on
and keep peace in their hearts

But if an animal kills a man with intent 
to feed himself and his family....
the man will seek revenge and hunt the animal down.
And the man will live in fear, filled with grief
forever more.



Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Fifth Day

 Of The 
Eighth Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter
iambigbang.blogspot.com

If The Moon Could Hear Me Whisper

If The Moon Could Hear Me Whisper


On this night the moon is bright and full of beauty and kindness. The fading winter's chill is warmed by the blessings that the moon reflects back to the earth. It plays a game of peek-a-boo behind the passing clouds. What new stories will the moon have to tell as it journeys around the earth one more time before returning to the sky above me. I wonder if the moon knows I'm here. I wonder if the moon can see me looking back at it. I would like to think it can. And if the moon could hear me whisper, it would smile and blush from what it heard. Thank you moon so very much for the light you send; my heart is touched. I want to share the same with you by writing words of love, so true, just for you. Good Night Moon.




Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Third Day

 Of The 
Forth Month
In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter
iambigbang.blogspot.com



Monday, April 27, 2015

Your Heart Is Your Home

Your Heart Is Your Home

This morning it dawned on my awareness that all humans are building a healthy resistance to all modern day religions and all Governments Regimes world wide.
From a similar or parallel point of view, the immune systems of all humans, including all good viruses and cells within all living things, are doing much the same things toward medical drugs.
Take note that all scientific entities originated outside our bodies, our minds, and our souls. They are as foreign and as artificial as they come; relating to pure unadulterated life itself.
As well, and equally important, I noticed that they are all quickly loosing their iron-fist grip on the race of men, even as I write this poem.
Notice how everything destructive toward freedom, and true happiness, eventually becomes uncovered  and exposed to the light. When this occurs, a deep natural desire wells up from within us that aches for their removal. This lends way to a clean world outside. And, no less from within ourselves as well.
This filth can only hide in the shadows for so long before it's true identity and foul intent is seen by the host it infects. Unfortunately, for this witless worn. it can never hide its disgust from its own awareness. This is why it hides shamelessly in the dark. 
Let it be known that misery craves company, this is why it eventually can't resist the temptation to rear its ugly head from its hiding place.
It craves to be worshiped by those it deems lessor than itself,.Which, for the most part, is everything living and dead beyond itself.
If at first it fails to seek out suitable pray, it immediately begins to secrete a poisonous substance with intend to cripple and weaken all life that it touches. 
This substance comes in many forms. The trickiest of them all is false-kindness and the giving-of-gifts in order to build trust for the purpose of opening a doorway into its host.This trust allows it to crawl into your mind undetected where it roots itself firmly.
The human body and mind are not born with evil built in, and never will be. Humans have just been fooled by severe deception and them infected by negative seeds of thought; conjured up by the ones that hide in their dank dark holes they call home.
Evil can only harm its host temporarily by polluting the inner systems and over whelming it with responsibilities and obligations that always seem to lead to dead ends and disappointments.
Fortunately for all living things, the damage that is done is temporary and can  always be completely reversed.
All systems can be fully restored back to their former glory, and natural true self, regardless of how bad things have become.
Here's the thing; All humans are naturally kind and loving at the core of their consciousness, and pure state of existence. The human's heart will always be their true home. It is also true that humans cannot be genetically modified or harmed permanently.
So, take it upon yourself to truthfully love your home, for your home is your heart and your heart will always be there for you. If you allow yourself to believe in this; all that is growing green and good in this world, along with everything that is kind and beautiful, will then be drawn to you, and surround  you. Here you will find protection and security from all that is poisonous, false and deceptive in this world.

 Your Heart Is Your Home


Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Twenty Seventh Day

 Of The 
Forth Month
In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter
iambigbang.blogspot.com

Monday, April 6, 2015

Freedom That Knows No Bounds


 Freedom 
That Knows No Bounds



Many thousands of years ago, in a land far far away, there lived a very kind and gentle man. He was not much different than you and I.  He was brave and very determined to make a difference in the world he lived in.



He knew that by going against the grain of the current believe system, he was surely to be judge as a trouble maker. More importantly, he knew he would be severely punished, or worse, killed by the ones that called themselves the rulers at that time.
His great courage allowed him to squash all the fearful thoughts that where put upon him by the rulers, naysays, fearful villagers and anyone else that unjustly labeled him. This would instill lasting endurance for his long hard journey ahead. It also gave him unstoppable inner strength to do what he knew would bring everlasting love and happiness to everyone, the world over, upon his death.

In reality, he was sure that he was not alone in his beliefs. However, he also knew that without a doubt, he was on his own for now. It would only be a matter of time until his story would reach the ears of other men, woman and children that desired to have happiness, love and freedom returned to the hearts of everyone.

Slowly, this man wrote his story and while he worked, a special message began to form within it. His excitement grew and eventually he was successful in sharing it with everyone that was willing to listen, and those that did not know any better.

His story today has spread all over the world, along with his message of love and happiness just as he intended. If I said this man's name, you would know it, but more importantly, you will know his message and have felt it in your heart, and in your spirit at one point or another during your life up till now. 

His message was that of forgiveness, love, happiness and freedom meant just for us. His story and message continues to grow, and the more that the fruits of his message are shared with others, the happier we will all be. Love itself cannot be seen with the human eye, but this very energy is the glue that binds everything together that you see with your eyes, and feel with you heart,  

Within you, right this very second, exist a very special seed. A seed called Love. As well within you, there is great courage and kindness. This helps the seed of love to grow into a healthy strong tree. As this tree within you grows, upon its outstretched branches, endless fruit will blossom. By sharing your fruit with others, you spread happiness, because within the fruit that you share, there exists more seeds of love that will grow inside the hearts of the people you helped.

Remember this; that everything in this world is never ending and in abundance as long as you are willing to share what you have with everyone that is in need of something. Let go of your fear of not having enough, and your need for control, and just trust in the seed of love within you. By doing so, you will never be without, and you will always have enough of everything as your journey unfolds. Have courage and be kind to everyone.

P.S. This story has nothing to do with man-made modern " Religions ". This is why I never quoted any names or attached any labels, for this story is about " Freedom that knows no bounds " This Story is about you. 


Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 
Fifth Day

 Of The 
Forth Month
In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter
iambigbang.blogspot.com

Friday, April 3, 2015

Men Are All The Same !!!

Men Are All The Same !!! 
You couldn't be more right my dear
when you say, " Men are all the same !!!".
In my opinion, " Woman are no different ".
 All the same I mean: two arms; two
legs; a head and one body; Born pure for you " The Spirit ", but then
polluted by ill intent as we grow. Wanting
nothing more than to be loved and
accepted for who we wholly are, and to have a
clear understanding of the truth, 
regarding our true selves, our true purpose
and the world around us. We are
all the same my dear. Now Go, hence forth, guided by
you, " The Spirit ", and your body, your mind, and your heart
that you've been given. 
As well, always remember to
share your wealth and new-found piety with all
living things, void of reservation.
Written By: Michael K. Englmann
On the 
Thirty First Day
 Of The 
Third Month
In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter
iambigbang.blogspot.com

Thyme Blinded Latte

Thyme Blinded Latte

Don't cry Little-One
Just because the milk has spilled
The white river will only stain the blue sea of disparity.


Now may be the Thyme
To slip on your star-studded red rubber boots
And set sail for the abandon land
That waits just beyond the boarders
Of the Curds and Whey.


While you're gone
The cotton mop and the bristle broom
Will sweep away the dusty storm
Out of mind and out of sight


If you're blinded by the white latte reflection
Try not to crank the wheel
But instead trust in what you feel
Shift your gears into high
As you lift off and say goodbye.


Captain-You without a crew
Can now put away
Those star-studded red rubber boots
And slip into something new
That's made from nothing but your imagination
Lending way to a loving One-Nation


Written By: Michael K. Englmann
On the 
Twenty Eighth Day
 Of The 
Third Month
In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter
iambigbang.blogspot.com

Friday, March 27, 2015

For The Warning In My Heart


For The Warning In My Heart

You my friend may be seen by others as being a certain number of physical years old but you must remember that your spirit's presence here in middle-earth is much greater in age than that of your current body. Your awakening is a sign that I have been waiting for. I am not the only guardian however to watch over middle-earth, therefor others will have noticed as well. These are exciting times indeed and come as a blessing to us all. I ask however, that you be very careful what you think, only because there has been a mass injection of bad seeds murmuring about. Most things are not what they first appear to be. Trust in your true self, for there and only there, will you find the truth. You are unique and very desirable to the enemy. You the spirit, do not have full control over the body you occupy just yet. Your body is week and venerable to deception. The human mind is also week and easily fooled, but you the spirit, have infinite power, and wisdom. The solution is that you the spirit must develop synchronicity with the body that you occupy. Let us move forward together as allies, with the intent to undo that which needs to be undone.  





Written By: Michael K. Englmann



On the 

Twenty Seventh Day

 Of The 
Third Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Sow Our Seeds of Love Far & Wide


Sow Your Seeds of Love
Far & Wide


Kind, true thoughts
That are my own
Are Seeds of Love
That can be sown
They'll give back to everyone
By baring fruit when fully grown
A Kingly bounty which serves to bond
 every board and stone I lay
Bit-by-Bit I'll slowly build
As I sleep and work by day
This path so willed
That love creates
Connects the three
Then levitates
I Will then have
gain control
Of my body mind and soul
Creating Peace for all Mankind
Now I know what I must do
To bring forth change for me and you
If you believe in what I wrote
Help to grow more love and hope
All together- Side by Side
Sow our Seeds of Love 
Far and Wide 


Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Twenty Sixth Day

 Of The Third Month

In the Year Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

Saturday, March 14, 2015

Middle Earth ( Perception's Playing Field) / Pi Day

Middle Earth
Perception's Playing Field
 Pi Day

Hypnotized beasts
March from the East
While the rest
Manifest from the West
And In between it all, is Middle Earth
Perception's playing field for death and birth
A most peculiar place
Made mostly of space
An illusionary reflection of, and for, the physical race
It exists neither here nor there
But rather here and there
Everything and anything else are everywhere
Thought is the Master; thought is the Slave
The path that it walks is the path that it paves
Here, all is forgiven, and no one's to blame
As Lucifer tries to defrag his own brain
He's lost his intent; he's forgotten his name
While his ass rearranges the rules to his game
Here, within this poem, lies a simple answer
To this seemingly, unsolvable spiritual cancer
Look to the souls of the very young and the very old
Forget all the stories that the so-called "Preachers" have sold
Trust your true self and not what you think
Believe, not in most words written in ink
Instead, turn and look, past your physical self
And there you will find your unlimited wealth
You are a spirit that's naturally kind
And Spirits know all but your body is blind
Now take back control and perceive all that is good and true
Then manifest Love and hate will forever undo

Written By: Michael K. Englmann
On the 
Fourteenth Day
 Of The Third Month
In the Year Two Thousand And Fifteen
3.1415
AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter
iambigbang.blogspot.com




Sunday, February 1, 2015

There Was This Girl

There Was This Girl


There was this girl who loved tulips, and I loved her so.
At first it was simple, and without question
or judgement we shared our love with each
other. Night after night we laughed and dreamed
together. My Mind flourished with thoughts
of her. Could this be the one I thought.......
could this be real. At times it felt to good to
be true. Soon doubt crept into my soul as she
questioned my existence and found fault with
who she saw me as. My confidence slipped away
and I no longer felt her love. Now she's gone and
I miss her so. I wonder if I will ever see her again
and have her love once more.


Written By: Michael K. Englmann
On the 
Fourth Day
 Of The First Month
In the Year Two Thousand And Fifteen
AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter
iambigbang.blogspot.com