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

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

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

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

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

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

I Feel a Poem Coming On

I Feel A Poem

Coming On

And On

And On

And On

And On

I have inner  drive

Equal to a heard

Of frightened

Elephants

And then

What would One

Expect from the words

They red just before the brain

In their head said so more please NO MORE

Moist is the new dry that soothes the inner skin of thought

Only an earthly swallow's morning song can carry the load of

an over weight brain to it's final resting place amongst the earth-worm's

Dark Domain

Vengeance

Never crossed

The borders of the

Two worlds, but the twist

of the turbulent wake will swiftly

deal a crushing blow and the sound of

Valor, and the Feel of Victory will share in

The glow of the silver lining that feeds the hungry

Travelers

Can it be that the end is just around the bend of the broken arrow

That follows the path without a point

The glory of the coming, shall

accompany each and every

word that ends the

incomplete

sentence

That serves as the binding link that connects us all to the hidden

Truth that lay before the soul. Waiting.....Wanting...

To be discovered.

Inch by inch

The fine silk thread

Weaves the net to catch

The fallen bits that break from

The once whole, but crumbling over 

Cooked Crust

The smell of burnt spirits, that tried desperately to slam on their  

Brakes, now cast a shadow of shimmering dark

Particles upon their intoxicated

Organized Existence

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 
Twelfth Day

 Of The First Month

In the Year Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

What's That Sound

What's That Sound

What if we could see the world as it truly is

and not as we are.

What's that sound ? Can you hear it !

Could it be the door you've been searching for

Rusty hinges creek and grown

Healing light slips through the crack

Your site has now been given back

Your proper path has now been shown

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 
Thirteenth Day

 Of The First Month

In the Year Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

I'm A Little Strange

I'm A Little Strange

I'm a little strange in the eyes of most

But I am needed in this world

To tip the scales in favor of happiness

I find there is an unhealthy abundance

Of sadness and confusion in the here and now

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 
Twenty Second Day

 Of The First Month

In the Year Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca