The Fed Is Dead

by | Mar 28, 2021 | Political

The Fed is quickly dying
The ink is almost dry
The quantum NOW is born
With a returning gold supply

The pyramids built long ago
Sweat falling from our brow
Found us compromised and poor
But not in this Quantum Now

Those who hide behind the scene
Where corruption hides its head
With means and schemes to blackmail
To get their ego feed

They see that times are changing
Fiat money has no pull
Like a sink-hole, downtown LA
Abruptly lost control

The width and depth of depravity
Have sources more than one
Humanity’s been complicit
By what we have and haven’t done

Lulled into a sleepy state
By the insignificance of our lot
Silently watch and pray
And let them weave their plot

Brain-washed, programmed into compliance
Into a system with two tiers
Penalties for deplorables
Freedom for those of ‘criminaled careers’

In a perfect world acceptance lives
Where energy flows free
But in the world we’re living in
Affected by the likes of me (*1)

Love, hate, indifference
Emanate from the core
Not dependent on a Savior (*2)
Created by a whore (*3)

The time is Now, the Quantum Now
To bring forth a paradigmic shift
Release all of God’s imposters
And solve the issues of the rift

2:20 PM – 3:10 PM


(*1) In referring to myself: Affected by the likes of me: Just suggesting
that the problems are born of the human condition, as I am a human. So, I
or me in this case represents a mirror reflecting mankind, not me

(*2) This is not to disparage Christ. It’s an effort to bring forth the
idea that the savior story reduces our sense of self or our individual

(*3) This is not aimed at Mary, but rather the Catholic church and every
church thereafter that uses the concept of God as separate from humanity as
a means to make a living.

Linda Brady

Linda Brady

Grandma Linda is a squigily peg in a square hole. Her poetry is aimed at moving the world to love, unity and perfect margaritas. And after years of perfecting the art, she has the skill to paint a better world and make it so.

When she is not serving customers, gazing at rocks, or visiting her grandchildren Linda is writing poetry. And even during all the above activities she has been known to write still.

– Zackary (self proclaimed “Favorite Grandson”)