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Rorschach Truth

“Trump’s Lies Matter”

– Bumper sticker

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Rorschach truth

Open to interpretation

Using think blots

Of

Blatant misinformation

Indecipherable blurs

Malleable interpretations

Blended realities

Muddled clarity

Accurate fuzziness

As concrete as quicksand

Vaguely verified

Delivered deceptively

By 45 / “Individual One”

That and the guy

Can’t speak

I’ve never heard a more

Rudimentary adolescent

Staccato delivery

Of stumped speech

So “BIG” and “GREAT”

Rather

“BAD” and “VERY BAD”

If not intentionally

Meant to deceive

Surely ends up that way

How can anyone

Say one thing one minute

Then contradict it

In the next minute

Or a week later

Without having pundits

Available to interpret

Dissect and disseminate

Dopey dialogue into

Malleable musings

That serve each

Their own purpose

And aggrandizing agendas

To distract and direct

Their intended

Flocks to follow

Down a dead end road

To the slaughterhouse of 45

“Americans, like human beings everywhere,
Believe many things that are obviously untrue.”

― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

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This stemmed from an at work situation of management misinformation where I made a loose lipped kind comment to a fellow coworker that Sarah Huckabee Sanders could work for us now to decipher our reality of impending job changes and who will be doing what.

Without skipping a beat, ignoring my intention pointing out her rearranging 45’s words into what “he meant to say”. The coworker went right to that he understood why she was quitting for constantly having to defend Trump’s truths because they were/are true.

“President Trump has made 9,451 false or misleading claims over 801 days.”

– Washington Post

Just for fun, since some of those “false or misleading claims” are redundant. (Repeating a lie doesn’t make it any more true. Unless you ask Hitler.)

Let’s say 20% are absolutely verifiable by both democrats, republicans and independents.

From the most outrageous (crowd size) to the benign (Tim “Cook” Apple). That means 45 has lied one thousand eight hundred and ninety 1,890 times since being elected, that is 2.3 per day.

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That is not leadership by any standard that would measure it as such.

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Wheels

Wheels

Can not spin fast enough

To wrap my head around

Advantages ways to profit

Financially or otherwise

Off of the “new norm”

That has capitulated society

Into accepting

Celebrity leadership

Wealthy socialism

Blatant intolerance

Duplicitous doublespeak

Transparent collusion

Greed and power

Because when one

Reflects back

At the perceived end

The above will not have

Been greater than

Nurturing guidance

Understanding differences

Acute communication

Overall forgiveness

Widespread acceptance

Kindness and sharing

Helping and healing

Peace and love

 

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“Watching The Wheels”

– John Lennon

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People say I’m crazy doing what I’m doing
Well they give me all kinds of warnings to save me from ruin
When I say that I’m o.k. they look at me kind of strange
Surely you’re not happy now you no longer play the game

People say I’m lazy dreaming my life away
Well they give me all kinds of advice designed to enlighten me
When I tell that I’m doing Fine watching shadows on the wall
Don’t you miss the big time boy you’re no longer on the ball?

I’m just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round
I really love to watch them roll
No longer riding on the merry-go-round
I just had to let it go

People asking questions lost in confusion
Well I tell them there’s no problem
Only solutions
Well they shake their heads and they look at me as if I’ve lost my mind
I tell them there’s no hurry…
I’m just sitting here doing time

I’m just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round
I really love to watch them roll
No longer riding on the merry-go-round
I just had to let it go

Time To Realize

There are no enemies

Foreign or domestic

Inter or extraterrestrial

It is just us

Like your family

Driving in a car

With no place to go

Or perhaps

An amusement park

Either way the intent

Is to also have fun

Going along the route

A metaphorical

Correlation to the

Spaceship we are

On and in now

With no place to go

Save hurling through

The cosmos

Through we may

Not know

Where we’re going

We are all still

In this together

No borders

Only atmosphere

To protect us

Not an oath

Recited rhetorically

From an

Outdated map

Getting us nowhere

Yet since

Time does not exist

Will we ever realize

We have no enemies

Memories

 
“Daylight

I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life and
I mustn’t give in”

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– Barbara Streisand

From “Memory”

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(Actually, it is by using a lyric search engine, copying it, then pasting it here.)

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Trying to recall

Synthesized memories

From a potential past

Catching glimpses

Of nurture

Versus nature

Between a bevy of

Behavioral modifications

Erased emotions

Saved as anger

Perceiving truths

In a lair of lies

Reflecting in a

Narcissistic pool

Of dammed

Up tears

Drowning in

Dichotomy

Grasping at the

Sinking life preserver

Of the future

Clinging to the

Buoyant death

Of the past

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“Sometimes when I feel the anger
Sometimes when I’m all alone
Sometimes when I feel surrounded
Like all the doors are closed

I feel like I’ve been a prisoner
I feel like I’ve been a tool
Let people try to judge me
When they’re not in my shoes

I’ve lived on my knees
Trying to please
It’s time to change”

– Iron Maiden

From “I Live My Way”.

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&

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“Wildest Dreams”

“I’m gonna organize
Some changes in my life
I’m gonna exorcise
The demons of my past

I’m gonna take the car and
Hit the open road
I’m feeling ready to
Just open up and go

And I just feel I can be anything
That all I might ever wish to be
And fantasize just what I want to be
Make my wildest dreams come true

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When I remember back to
How that things just used to be
And I was stuck inside
A shroud of misery

I felt I’d disappeared
So deep inside myself
I couldn’t find a way
To break away my hell

When I’m feeling down and low
I vow I’ll never be the same again
I just remember what I am
And visualize just what I’m gonna be

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– Iron Maiden

Stopgap

Permanently living

In stopgap measures

No plans

For the unplanned

Let alone the planned

Simply winging it

By the seat of our pants

Collectively flying solo

In a broken plane

Careening towards

The abyss

Before rushing

Headlong slowly

Towards the

Implacable

Wall of death

When or where

Neither karma

Nor reincarnation

Offer assistance

Giving the soul

No authority to

Venture into

New territory

Wasting an

Infinite birthright

More times

Than you can count

Travestied by

The burdensome

Amount of shame

We conceal and carry

Of our fellow

Space travellers

Identified as separate

From the whole by

Godless categories

Epidermis

Wealth

Indoctrinated beliefs

Geography

Hats and flags

Following

Blind guides

Eternally

Turning a

Deaf ear

To our

Internal voice

That tells us

There is no gap

Between

UsThem

Therefore

We must stop

Before it is too late

Lost

We have lost our way

Because alleged leaders

Have differing agendas

Than enlightenment

Using an outdated

Re-re-revised guidebook

To rewrite

A conveniently

Enforceable playbook

Initiating the

Rules of law

Not guiding

Their behavior

Using distraction

And deities

To divide and

Manipulate

Coercing crass

Covetousness

For commerce

A sexless ménageà trois

Of business, religion

And government

All in bed together

Keeping the flock

In fear and foreboding

That if they don’t

Get in line

With each any or all

That they will

Never

Be whole

Nary the three

Having a

Moral compass

In the first place

Such as

Thou shalt not kill

Lest it serves

Each their purpose

Justified by

Commerce, hate

And control

Rather

Business, religion

And government

Teacher Tanka

It is just a myth

Jesus had no cross to bear

He was a teacher

Whose lessons always get lost

In claims of being a martyr

 

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After putting the above in pixels to polymer glass (print to paper)

From where it came, I do not know “exactly”

Save my perpetually questioning brain

Then this fell into play

(“I don’t even understand the connection with ‘died for your sins’. He died for your sin, well, how does one affect the other?

‘I hit myself in the foot with a shovel for your mortgage’…”

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― Doug Stanhope)

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Then the following bubbled to the surface

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“If you strip away The myth from the man,
You will see where we all soon will be.
Jesus!
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And all the good you’ve done
Will soon get swept away.
You’ve begun to matter more
Than the things you say.
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But every word you say today
Gets twisted ’round some other way.
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All your followers are blind.
Too much heaven on their minds.
It was beautiful, but now it’s sour.
Yes it’s all gone sour.”

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– “Judas”

From

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“Heaven on Their Minds”

By “Judas”

From “Jesus Christ Superstar”
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“My mind is clearer now.
At last all too well
I can see where we all soon will be.

If you strip away The myth from the man,
You will see where we all soon will be.
Jesus!

You’ve started to believe
The things they say of you.
You really do believe
This talk of God is true

And all the good you’ve done
Will soon get swept away.
You’ve begun to matter more
Than the things you say.

Listen Jesus I don’t like what I see.
All I ask is that you listen to me.
And remember, I’ve been your right hand man all along.

You have set them all on fire.
They think they’ve found the new Messiah.
And they’ll hurt you when they find they’re wrong.

I remember when this whole thing began.
No talk of God then, we called you a man.
And believe me, my admiration for you hasn’t died.

But every word you say today
Gets twisted ’round some other way.
And they’ll hurt you if they think you’ve lied.

Nazareth, your famous son should have stayed a great unknown
Like his father carving wood He’d have made good.
Tables, chairs, and oaken chests would have suited Jesus best.
He’d have caused nobody harm; no one alarm.

Listen, Jesus, do you care for your race?
Don’t you see we must keep in our place?
We are occupied; have you forgotten how put down we are?

I am frightened by the crowd.
For we are getting much too loud.
And they’ll crush us if we go too far.
If they go too far

Listen, Jesus, to the warning I give.
Please remember that I want us to live.
But it’s sad to see our chances weakening with every hour.

All your followers are blind.
Too much heaven on their minds.
It was beautiful, but now it’s sour.
Yes it’s all gone sour.

Listen, Jesus, to the warning I give.
Please remember that I want us to live.

C’mon, c’mon
He won’t listen to me
c’mon, c’mon
He won’t listen to me”

Songwriters: Andrew Lloyd Webber / Tim Rice

Heaven on Their Minds lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group