poem - with our money

with our money

the polling stations are open

the candidates are off

the political landscape is about to change

a new variety of weed will soon take root

some old dandelions will triumph and prevail

the grass will not be greener

just an alternative thickness and hue

the winners won't matter

for the electorate will continue to lose

just in time for Thanksgiving

a time to thank Colombus and Cabato 

or to invoke Sankofa, not Sanka

remembering how they pissed off the Natives

making room for the Pilgrims

nonetheless, the political chambers await their arrival

oaths in hand, God in the closet

newly acquired diapers fitting taut

graft and corruption will soon be on display

fools finding folly in fanaticism

providing excuses on how to best spend their lies

with our money

thank you,

joseph pede

poem - black or white

black or white

is God a magician 

the Master of the wand

elegant in a black cape and top hat

the elusive Sophia ready to assist

no need for Him to pull a rabbit out of the hat

He concocted an entire universe

filled it with everything imaginable

capped it off with a devil, and an anti-Christ

but was it magic or a miracle

magic is a trick of dual-light

miracles have a full spectrum of colour

they shatter the boundaries of black or white

God did not script spells or grimoire

His Words travelled across the void

and One Word became Jesus

it wasn't Doublespeak, or slight of hand

Jesus is the miracle creating miracles

the magic comes in knowing that

thank you,

joseph pede

poem - protest of silence

protest of silence

demand your future

but do not raise a flag

a fist

a voice 

this would be a protest conducted in anger

instead, gather hand in hand

form an unbreakable chain

raise your heads to the heavens

kneel

then bow your heads and pray

do not move

you have become invincible

powerful silent voices

inquisitive hands clutching each other's humanity

bodies in repose, summoning eternity,

     the peace of the heavens

innocence cannot be overthrown

saints will bear witness

angels will comfort the brave-hearts,

     as the Ophanim guard God

let your "protest of silence" roar

thank you,

joseph pede

poem - kingdoms rise and fall / Vampires 23andMe

kingdoms rise and fall

the times have weighed you down

the light, a spectrum of confusion

life appears empty

the future is bleak

the mind is empty of thought

your guardian angels have departed

God has grown distant

each misstep has filled your trail with baggage

the world is empty, with only you

demons preoccupy your time

the "what if" is a constant plague

kingdoms rise and fall

you too have come to know the "Dark Night of the Soul"

you have encountered the storm

wind and rain stall your journey

the clouds guard your rescue

the same clouds present at one-time Calvary

yet, God listens, He awaits your return

He is the storm that overcomes the storm

be not afraid to bend a knee

to cry a tear

to clasp your hands, and pray

thank you,

joseph pede

Real Vampires and Satan in the flesh. What is 23andMe?

A "one" minute video of enlightenment.

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/guGGQILSkYo

The offspring of the Fallen Ones rest in Los Angeles (the Angels), City of London, Disneyland, Vatican, Lake Havasu City, Kandahar and "many" other places beneath and about us. Flesh and blood is their desire.

poem - i cannot sing

i cannot sing

i cannot sing

nor can i compose song

instead i listen

to the Lord's creation

to the chirp of the tiny sparrow

to the discourses of the masses

to the premonitions of the cold wind

but most of all

i listen to my soul

the aether of my heartbeat

prayers are my replies

they seek repentance

they pray for God's love

they share my inner self with the universe

seeking comfort from the "I Am" within me

knowing the "Holy One" is my ear

thank you,

joseph pede

prose - The Lord is a Lover of Music

 The Lord is a Lover of Music

The Lord is a lover of music and of words that are sung. Creation was His master opus, a symphony of light spoken into the void, while Jesus’ favorite opera was scripted in the sacred poetry of David’s psalms. Played upon the kinnor, a lyre of ancient secrets, the unison of human fingers and taut chords bridging heaven and earth.

This eternal rhythm echoes throughout time. It drives Beethoven’s piano keys, with the mysterious Fifth Symphony aligning ivory with the golden ratio and the mathematical patterns of the universe. It soars through the soaring heartbreak of Puccini’s greatest aria, whispering a truth the cosmos already knows - "His name is Love". Music is the universal language, the holy resonance, the very clef of the soul.

You are much more than flesh and bone, you are song, sung by the tenor of the Universe.

Thank you,

Joseph Pede

poem - the quickening

the quickening

the quickening is fast approaching

human vessels, now in danger

this the time of restless souls

where shadows trap the tired troupes 

this a time the dead wander throughout the thickened mist

seeking the comfort of a home to slumber

a place to undo their eternal unrest

a place Old Stingy Jack can escape the psalms of exorcism

a time for him to find the boundaries of life and death

no slice of a pumpkin pie will ease his unholy mass

for he is a soul denied of salvation

born of ancient twisted lore

famed among the ghastly orange facades of light

sentinels with jagged teeth and eyes aflame

they are the jack-o'-lanterns of the night

but beware the Wicker Man

for he seeks the lesser of the soul

warm flesh to occupy his make-shift cages

sacrificial quarry to amuse Epstein's earthly coven

hungry witches scurrying atop their brooms

hoping the quickening takes the earth

avenging the madness of Stingy Jack

thank you,

joseph pede

poem - poutine on the ritz

poutine on the ritz

it's happening with lightening speed

waves of euphoria

particle madness

millions of words buffer the packed projectile

but what it is, no one knows

promises upon promises

memorandums of understanding

commitments of confusion

but what's the reality

nothing, we've been running on the same spot

and there's proof, the spot's worn out

it's become a demarcation point

where the game of divide and conquer begins

you don't know any better

because you've never played the game

you've never considered yourself the ultimate prize

you've never perceived kings and queens to be foes

nor snakes and ladders

ladders that descend straight into hell

it's become a foreign affair

one embroiled with many hidden hands

hands that wear gloves

to hide their grizzly finger nails, and greed

but something strange has just happened

the Quebec PQ have arrived

and they're ready to put poutine on the ritz

thank you,

joseph pede

poem - edge of insanity

edge of insanity

things have changed
you have changed
willingly or by force
the status quo no longer has status
simplicity has succumbed to complexity
and rules have mutated into a labyrinth
the challenge is not in complying
but simply in carrying on
the granite wall provides no sanctuary
to turn back is an impossibility
the descent leads only to the edge of insanity
the new normal was not mere change
it was never a grand new vision
it was the emergence of the irrational
indoctrination into the bizarre
now, existence feels doomed
wickedness breathes down your neck

an omnipresent threat
the crowd turns feral, frightening
the day collapses violently into night
time itself has lost its pulse
tell me
are you insane?


thank you,
joseph pede

poem - the perfect trap

the perfect trap

i forgot what matters

not intentionally, it just happened

life got busy, priorities shifted

the compass kept spinning

high school was a blur

university, a place to lose yourself

a den of iniquity where i discovered

my soon-to-be enemies

friends became the departed

it was all a hassle

the first job was a tour of duty

i learned the anatomy of rejection

the "who-you-knew" knew fuck all

they couldn't help, they were just a nuisance

i got the poker, others got the pot

they knew someone who knew

finally came the 9-to-5

inked with a branding iron

a chosen one finally became the spouse

debt grew with each dinner out

ballooned with each extended vacation

the house was a leap

the mortgage a chokehold

i mattered less and less

just the one whom people depended upon

what do you do when the little one appears?

they only grow

and the more they grow, the more they eat

devouring everything

then, something changed

Big Brother grew more formidable

B.B. was everywhere

whether I mattered, or didn't matter

didn't matter at all

B.B. had me by the balls

the perfect trap

i went for a joyride and lost

i didn't beat the odds

thank you,

joseph pede

poem - if it is

Super-Intelligence cannot explain if's resolution, because it is constrained by the unexplainable how, even if it is unbounded by the dimensionality of the how.

if it is

the if

it's where you start to think

if this, then, will it be

good or bad

true or false

it's the flowchart of life

it's the simulation

the one you think does not exist

it's Claude, Grok and friends

it's if you live or die

make it or fake it

it's the if that becomes the it

if you only knew

then if becomes a certainty

not a decision

you've been bogged down with decisions

ones that don't really matter

they've made you believe they do

but what if life was simpler than that

if you looked inward, not outward

the if disappears

the "what is" manifests

the is, is you without the if

if it is

then there is no if

thank you,

joseph pede

Christa Pike / poem - Topo Gigio / Zelenskky the Whore

Christa Pike, was a convicted criminal who had committed Satanic ritual murder. Her failed execution was intended to be an exoneration to honour one of her Masonic namesakes, namely Albert Pike the Luciferian. Do you not find it odd that her name is CHRIST-A.  We have witnessed the symbolic resurrection of Satan. Is this a preamble for Lindsay Clancy's exoneration. Symbolism - the ritual murder of Motherhood.

Topo Gigio

in honour of Giuseppe Mazzullo

remember Mr. Magoo?

he was the voice of Thurston Howell III

and McBarker was his pet dog

no, not Pitou

that beast only spoke French

Marie-Claire abhorred bilingualism

Magoo was short-sighted and stubborn

refused to admit to his poor vision

created ongoing chaos

but seemed to overcome it all

had uncanny luck

kept winning, again and again

even started a trade war

and then wanted to go to war

made him eligible for a piece of Nobel 

kept blaming Topo Gigio 

damn rodent was constantly tariffing

called the Professor and Gilligan for help

all a waste of time

they had left for Europe

on a mission to find Charlie's peanuts

apparently Camilla hid them

had something to do with carbon capture

methane exhaust became an explosive issue

thank you,

joseph pede

Zelenskyy just paid $43 Million (U.S.) or $60 Million (CAD) for a Norwegian Royal Estate.

Now I know where my tax dollars went - an estate linked to Epstein, pedophilia and likely ritual human sacrifices. Looks like the Soros family cousin has elevated himself financially. I wonder how many bodies are buried on the estate.

https://x.com/SprinterPress/status/2105089915440480665

For almost a century the Norwegian royal family kept a 240 acre estate as a private seat. That house is now gone from the household. The buyer on the documents is Film Heritage Inc in Belize, a vehicle linked to Zelensky. They refused him in 2025. After the estate became a scandal for the palace, the sale closed. The war did not stop the closing.

https://x.com/ArmstrongEcon/status/2105042751406678089?s=43

As the economy gets tougher, it is going to get more aggressive. Zelensky said Trump asked him not to keep hitting Russian refineries because it is sending diesel prices high. Zelensky said, ‘No, I don’t care.’