Soul of Nightmares | #Poetry #Poems #Prose #DarkPoetry #Darkness #DarkKnight

SoulofNIghtmares

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About Me:

Zy Marquiez a.k.a. Noctis Blackburn, is author of Amor Vincit Omnia – Love Conquers All, and also an avid book reviewer, poet, inquirer, an open-minded skeptic, health freedom advocate, and writer who aims at empowering individuals in many ways, while also delving deeper and regularly mirroring subjects like Consciousness, Education, Creativity, Individuality, Ancient History & Ancient Civilizations, Forbidden Archaeology, Big Pharma, Alternative Health, Space, Geoengineering, Social Engineering, Propaganda, and much more.

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Suggested Reading & Viewing:

Backpedaling 101: Epidemiologist Neil Ferguson Drastically Downgrades COVID-19 Projection
The Coronavirus House Of Cards
Dr. Deborah Birx’s Coronavirus Propaganda: Does NOT Want People To Be “Reassured” Of Negative Tests
Coronavirus, Fearmongering, Hopelessness & Propaganda
The Rise Of Censorship By ISPs, Working Around Censors & More
7 Phenomenal Books For Homeschooling, Self-Directed Learners & Autodidacts
How TV Robs You Of Your Life
Have You Ever Walked On The Moon?
The Gift Of Truth, The Gift Of Friendship
The True Purpose Of Modern Schooling
WordPress Censorship
Catherine Austin Fitts’ Website Blocked By My ISP
Why The Incessant Propaganda Regarding Coronavirus, Especially Given Italy’s Latest Numbers? 
Quality Of Consciousness
Social Engineering, Censorship, Censorship Of The Solari Website & More
13 Great Reasons To Study Logic
Are You Living Your Dreams?
The Divide & Conquer Left Right Paradigm
What Is The Difference Between Education & Public Schooling?
How A Generation Lost Its Common Culture
Jon Rappoport’s NoMoreFakeNews.com Website Is Being Censored
Philosophy 101 by Socrates – An Introduction To Phylosophy Via Plato’s Apology By Peter Kreeft Ph.D.
How To Read A Book by Mortimer J. Adler & Charles Van Doren
A Different Kind Of Teacher by John Taylor Gatto
Logical Fallacies Employed In Every Day Life
The Imaginative Argument – A Practical Manifesto For Writers By Frank L. Cioffi
A Workbook For Arguments – A Complete Course In Critical Thinking by David Morrow
The Minds Of Men [Documentary] | Social Engineering & Mind Control
Manipulation Of Media Messages & Astroturf by Sharyl Attkisson
Mainstream Media Control
Zen Mind Beginner’s Mind by Shunryu Susuzi
Socratic Logic V 3.1 by Peter Kreeft PhD
Dialectical Thinking – Zeno, Socrates, Kant, Marx by Tommi Juhani Hanjijarvi Ph.D.
The Trivium – The Liberal Arts Of Logic, Grammar & Rhetoric by Sister Mary Joseph Ph.D.
Why Read The Classics?
Getting Things done by David Allen
Classrooms Of The Heart [Mini Documentary] – John Taylor Gatto
Dumbing Us Down by John Taylor Gatto
History So It Doesn’t Repeat – The Deliberate Dumbing Down Of America with Charlotte Iserbyt
The Catastrophic Decline of Public Schooling: 21 Facts Why School Performs Poorly
Mindset Musings#1: Venturing Outside Of Comfort Zones
Rotten To The Common Core by Dr. Joseph P. Farrell & Gary Lawrence
Lesson’s From Orwell’s 1984
Against Public Schooling – How Public Education Cripples Our Kids By John Taylor Gatto
Social Engineering 101
The Tavistock Institute – Social Engineering The Masses By Daniel Estulin
Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle
The Emergence Of Orwellian Newspeak & The Death Of Free Speech
What Is An Elite Curriculum?
A Mind Of Your Own – The Truth About Depression by Dr. Kelly Brogan
Social Engineering 101
Propaganda by Edward Bernays 
Drilling Through The Core by Sandra Stotski & Contributors
What Is An Elite Curriculum?
Invisible Influence by Kevin Hogan
The Secret Space Program & Breakaway Civilization by Richard Dolan

The Soul Of An Angel, The Heart Of A Saint | #Poetry | #Poem | #Depression | #Loss

The Soul Of An Angel, The Heart Of A Saint

Devoutly religious, she was the Queen of her endearing empire
Though she was clearly the alpha, my grandpa didn’t mind at all
My grandfather was loyal to the end, though they argued like fire
All the time, every single day, until they would finally unwind it all

The first dear memory of her I have is the day I was baptized
Recalling it like it was yesterday, I oft-reminisce of that day
For it laid the foundation to how I would be humbly chastised
Of all moral lessons of wrong, or right, there’s only one way

Always reminding us that actions will speak louder than words
She would cook for armies while having family get togethers
Two of her gems: the spirit is more powerful than a sword
While the other insight was that family will never fret forever

It mattered not the day or night, she was always by our side
Problems, no problems, it mattered not, she always lent an ear
And she loved dancing!  Through the hallways she would glide
While cooking, or cleaning, she was always content to endear

She had the soul of an angel and the holy heart of a saint
No matter what happens in life, I’ll reminisce her wherever
In the most vibrant and boundless of memories to paint
With each of my heartbeats I will miss her forever

R.I.P. Elena

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Author’s Note:

I just found out today that my last living grandparent passed away, Elena.  Needless to say, its one of my worst fears come true and it’s been an incredibly tough day.  I’m fighting really hard to keep it together.  I only have a handful of hours more to go, but I’ll get there.

Recalling my grandma reminded me of so many fond memories growing up.  I remember being baptized like it was yesterday even though I was an infant.  My whole family was there and it’s a memory I will never forget.  Of course, my grandma was there as well.  I also recall countless memories and lessons she was always attempting to impart.  These very lessons helped lay the foundation for who I am now, for which I am eternally grateful.  The bit about her cooking for an army wasn’t really in jest.  When she cooked, she cooked for A LOT of people, even if there wasn’t that many.  She was always giving me 2 or 3 dinner plates trying to get me to grow taller lol.  Hey, maybe it worked since I hit six feet one inches when I was twelve and have been stuck there ever since.  A wide assortment of food was always a staple of our family gatherings.  There was usually a lot of us given that family get togethers easily had half a dozen to a dozen people on Sundays rather regularly.  During holidays, or birthdays, then there was easily 2 or 3 times more than that.  That was when she was in her zone cooking.  Unlike my grandpa, my grandma loved to dance a lot.  She joked about it with me when I was much younger knowing that I was terrified of dancing, and she always was trying to get me to dance but I never would.  It wasn’t until much later on that I got over my fear of not being able to dance, which was one of my three worst fears growing up.  Why is dancing so significant?  Because I grew up in a culture where dancing is a staple to life, it didn’t matter the time or the place.  And I was always afraid of being the person that wouldn’t be able to dance at family gathers or whenever, so I just kept to myself which was why I grew up incredibly reserved in that sense.  My grandma understood that and wasn’t pushy about it at all.  She was merely her vibrant, cheery self.  In fact, I don’t recall her being sad almost ever.  Not implying she didn’t experience sadness, not at all, just that her being happy was just in her nature and that just rubbed off on everyone.  That’s probably what I’ll miss about her the most.

I wanted to make the poem longer, at least twice as long, but I just don’t have the spirit in me to write more than this.  This is the best I can do under the circumstances now given my mind’s a total tornado of absolute nonsense.  I don’t even want to think right now.  Thank goodness I don’t really drink nigh ever or I would go have a couple of drinks right now.  Plus that would just wreck my health.

Anyhow, In the last few years I’ve lost three grandparents and a few friends, and it’s always incredibly painful.  I really didn’t see this coming at all.  Who can?

That’s why I’m always trying to share things in this blog that hearken to living life mindfully and in the moment, every second, every breath.  Before you know it, things change, and they change incredibly fast.  That’s why no second, nor circumstance should be overlooked because we’re just selling ourselves short.  That’s just my opinion though.

I hope the day finds you all much better and you all are doing well.

A Heart In Despair | #Poetry | #Poem | #Prose | #Quote | #Writing | #Darkness


The dark mist formed just out of reach
And darkness stormed into the breach

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Zy Marquiez | The Lightning Baron
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Note:

Wrote this the day after my Mom was hospitalized.  Just felt downright overwhelmed at the time.  The dark mist is merely the information that you can’t grasp, thus, ‘out of reach’; the ‘stormed into the breach’ is just every negative fear about losing someone getting into your heart.

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Suggested Poems:

Path Of Darkness, Path Of Light
Frightening Wonder
Swarming Fears
Whirlwind Of Darkness
Frightening Storms
Ocean Of Frustration
The Morrow Knows
Inking Desolation
Sea Dragon
Words Are Like Swords
Skyquakes Asunder
The Sky Of Wonder Burnt Asunder
Dark Grays
Mist Of Dark Bliss
Frightening Forms
The Sparrow Chased The Morrow
Storm Of Worries
Onward Towards Rapture
Thunderbolts Of Fear
Coping Deep Within
Tornado Of Fears
Wings Are Made To Fly
Daily Horror-Scope
The Allure Of Purest Darkness
The Sky’s Laughter Is Blight
Locked Up
Despair