You summoned us, the largest head said. “I did.” We are in debt. Your desire is our command. “I need someone to die.” Do you have what’s needed? He held his hand out, revealed a hairbrush. It burst into fire. It’s done. He walked up the stairs to his house…
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It’s becoming plain… (poetry)
It’s becoming plain
For all to see
That all we are
Is a commodity
Pawns and players
In a terrible game
What’s now become
Is such a shame
I wanted to think
The future was bright
That people would know
Whats wrong from right
Yet here we are…

(c) K Wicks
Rhyme and Reason
Under the Apple Tree…
Six creepy tales of long kept family secrets, dark dreams, broken sanity, ghostly encounters and the old magic of witchcraft.
You can bury your dead, but secrets have a way of coming back…
Black Death — Fictionspawn Monsters
He ran thought the forest, black like a tomb. He stumbled and fell. The village had been empty, dead bodies lying around. The plague had wiped it clean. He got out of there, as fast as he could. Death was hanging in the air, lurking in the ground. It always does when the sickness had passed by. Evil forces stayed around. He came out into an opening. The ground felt moist, almost wet, giving in when he stepped. Something came flowing up from the dirt. Like smoke, yet solid. Darker than the darkness itself….
Ancient Mysteries – Pink Granite Sarcophagus
Clear evidences of lost ancient technology in Egypt. Today having a conversation with my explorer friend @explore_with_antonio we decided to review our photos from this mysterious granite box in the Cairo museum. This is a pink granite sarcophagus, found in the Egyptian museum in Cairo. It is said it’s from 21st Dynasty of ancient Egypt. As you can clearly see, the granite has been melted through with some kind of tool.

The melting temperature of dry granite at ambient pressure is 1215–1260 °C (2219–2300 °F);[5] it is strongly reduced in the presence of water, down to 650 °C at a few kBar pressure.[6].
This is clear evidence of ancient lost technology. The circles point to a drill type tool that melted through the solid granite.
There are many ancient artifacts found in Egypt that defy what we are taught, which is these artifacts are created using copper tools. When looking at the photographs, it is clear to see extreme heat was used to penetrate the granite.

The precision of the cut granite and the heating of the granite is not easy to achieve. Yet here it is, thousands of years old, with no physical evidence of technology left, but the evidence of its use does. To me it is undeniable.

What kind of technology was used, who built this technology or created it? Where is it now? Have we just not discovered it yet, or is it hidden from the public. Many ancient sites across the world show clear evidence of advanced mathematics and technology. We are not the first to walk this earth, not the first to use mathematics, not the first to create technology, not the first to understand science. It seems every discovery is a rediscovery, nothing is new, it’s just different somehow.
(c) M Wicks – Photography by M Wicks and Antonio
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On Ones brain… (poetry)

A certain truth… (poetry)
A certain truth, We try to find
Surrounded by, A mass of blind
Agendas hidden, And not of kind
To take our lives, And stop our mind
It could be said, That in the end
In fact we didn’t, Comprehend
The wheels were set, With none to know
Who’s steering the train, Who rigged the show

(c) K Wicks
Rhyme and Reason
Shame on them… (poetry)
Shame on them
The ones who are
Just not normal
So very far
From what we need
To see and be
They just don’t like
Our unity
It holds a threat
We just can’t hide
Their plan of conquer
And divide
Is clearly plain
And seems so set
But still I think
There may be yet
Time…

(c) K Wicks
Rhyme and Reason
As it unfolds… (poetry)
As it unfolds
What is on show
The greatest crime
We’ll never know
Shown just what
We’re meant to see
Given a choice
But not for free
What they take
Is more than thought
A new future
Is being taught
And it’s coming…

(c) K Wicks
Rhyme and Reason
It’s usually more… (poetry)
It’s usually more
Than we would ask
Of ourselves
A particular task
One which robs you
Of your will
It shuts you down
And yet you still
Believe somewhere
Inside your brain
Thinking we
Can take the strain
But for how long?…

(c) K Wicks
Rhyme and Reason

