Changing Times and Shifting Paradigms by Jenean C Gilstrap

Changing Times and Shifting Paradigms by Jenean C Gilstrap
Jenean C Gilstrap

Changing Times and Shifting Paradigms

in october of 2010 i had a dream in which i saw two animals – a blue bear and a blue lion – both appearing very totem-like as they walked along a concrete ledge overlooking large waves of water lapping up to the ledge – to the side of the [right] side of this bear and lion, there is a three-tiered apparatus floating down to earth – on this apparatus, in each corner of the top two levels, stand beings dressed in linen-white full-length hooded garments – they are simply standing there as they float to earth –

the dream was intensely vivid and when i woke, i immediately began writing the words below – on wings of wire –

the other piece was written during the same period of time – both poems seem relevant in light of today’s world of changing times and shifting paradigms as we follow the signs of our own hearts –


Lion (Photo credit: fatedsnowfox)

on wings of wire

the sun no longer shines

darkness destroys the holy trine

and night slips in our minds

what now the fate of all mankind

will the planets all align

or will they surely intertwine

and now they come

they come not to be outdone

they come this way to conspire

and hold at bay the world entire

this and only this the beasts desire

they are the ones with souls depraved

and in their hearts sin engraved

darkest days to find our way

who will rule if chaos stays

they will reign come what may

on wings of wire

from skies on fire

bodies cloaked in linen robes

floating down like celestial globes

with their thoughts your soul they probe

layer on layer to the lowest lobe

feet unshod

and in their hands are lightening rods

four by four

then some more

they come

with their drums

they dig their way

from the earths dark wet caves

to come above and all enslave

and bring with them the tidal wave

but what of them the gods forgave

is there no salvage from the grave

they draw you in then slam the door

and take you through the ocean floor

they come to drain you to the core

as they are here the gods own whore

do not false prophets you ignore

lion of blue

two by two

bear of blue

what to do

the bear and lion both carnivores

and will not stop till all means more

along the waters edge

they crawl the concrete ledge

what will be when time has dredged

and nothing left but their own hedge

they are not souls among the blessed

they are not ghosts but souls in flesh

do not let them be reviled

listen to the words of the wanton child

who speaks in voices now beguiled

as she was birthed by spirits wild

read the raging signs

they tell you of the time

down from the skies falls the great blue bear

oh gods of gods hear our prayers

with seven rays of light divine

his time has run its course

the blue bear now a demon force

read the raging signs

they tell you of the time

when lord of the golden sun now roars

pray the mighty lion your soul restores

but should you wish for love and more

just hark you now the great lion’s lore

invoke you now your primal id

to do the mother’s final bid

as the sword of salvation cries

and silently slashes the weeping sky

do you hear them

do you see them

do you feel them

they are here

they are near

those you fear

they are


when will truth

be revealed

or will they all




from deep inside her belly

she lay her down on the jungle floor

her self was hers to be no more

she reached inside to oceans shores

and opened wide the mystic doors

her mighty mate he did roar

then deep inside her belly

first came the shape

the shape of things to come

the shape of all or none

the shamen did not shun

her belly now the rising sun

then deep inside her belly

next came the scream

of all your ancient dreams

nothing now as it seems

pray your gods your soul redeem

the universe her birthing stream

then deep inside her belly

came now the spirit from within

bursting through her bleeding skin

and issued forth in ravaged sin

the cosmos turn to spiral and spin

with no beginning and no end

deep inside her belly





do we not hear

do we not see




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Jenean C Gilstrap

Since childhood, Ms. Gilstrap has had a love of words-of writing and other arts. An individualist, she chooses not to follow any pre-conceived pattern for the outlay of these words – rather, she allows them the freedom to forge their own path as they make their way from her heart to pen to paper. Her art work involves both photography and mixed media on large canvasses. She is a weekly featured poet in Yareah Magazine where her works have appeared for more than a year. Her piece The Granite God was the winning poem in Painted Bride Quarterly Sidebar #12 [2012]. Her work has been featured in performance poetry theatrical productions in Louisiana and her short story, Retribution, published in the Helicon Literary Magazine there. She and her gypsywomanworld blog are included as character/story elements in Ghost Key, the fictional work of award-winning author Trish MacGregor. Her first volume of poetry [2013], words unspoken, is available in both paperback and on kindle at amazon. She currently divides her time between her home in Louisiana and the east coast as she completes her second volume of poetry to be published in 2013.

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