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Is only
Of the
As it is
Merely a
Of the
To discern
Our subjective
Objective as
Sparks of
The divine
Sorting out
Emotions and
Reality from
Well intended
Perhaps but still
That you are
Your body
Your “Rights”
Their “same”
As if it
Already you
You are
Death as
An essence
As well
As there is
Only recycle
And repeat
Learn and
If you will
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin

Lying Of Duty

Hold on for a bumpy ride
That goes nowhere…..not really
Lying Of Duty
In the line of duty
With the clever, yet deceptive
Incongruous slogan that
Does not match behaviors
“To serve and to protect”
Which plays well to the audience
Leading them to believe
It means “them” and not the
Corporate masters they serve
Quick example to illustrate
From a microcosm of the whole
Small town with one “Sheriff”
Simultaneously receives calls
From a bank being robbed and a
House of worship being vandalized
Both a mile away with equal
“Monetary” damage manifested
Where’s the Sheriff going?
Tick, tock, tick….you guessed it
Where the Sheriff’s money is
Buy, those who pay him, her or they
But hey, “they” are only doing the job
Society is asking them to, after all
Their “money” is in there as well
Even though they may find comfort
Solace and guidance in the other building
Or at least, compare clothing and cars
No matter that, they “need” money
Especially since they think they
Can take it with them, when…..they go
It does spot-light human values
Society is so deeply indoctrinated
Into believing that more enforcement
Of “Law and Order” will save the day
Protect them from the bogeyman
That itself has created by accepting
The dichotomous notion for one, that
Since nearly 50% of all incarcerations
Are drug related it reveals only that
“Illegal” substances (drugs) are bad
Yet, “legal” chemicals (pharmaceuticals)
Are good, by a fine line of which
Cartel wields the most power
Oh yeah, the pharmaceuticals with
High rise buildings, corporate logos
Fancy labs and sanitary conditions
Bank accounts and deep pocket insurance
Same small town example would
Apply to a singular fire station as well
With a drug den on fire or a legal lab
Equidistant away from the station with
The same amount of lives to be lost
Where is the firetruck going first?
I’m not trying to be all
Namby-Pambi about this
Haven’t the bipedal
Earthly artists
Evolved past the “need” for
………Look around
It’s not working.
Certainly did not work for George Floyd
For being under “suspicion” for using
“Fake” money, a counterfeit $20. bill
See what happens if the bank’s money
Is not being used, they don’t get their cut
Even though it is all “fake” in the first place
Back to George Floyd
Of which, in either side of nine minutes
An unintended audience was sadly
Metaphorically privy to a late term
Open air (poor choice of words)
Out of the womb abortion of a
2,392 week old grown fetus
Whose taxes also allegedly paid
For “service” and “protection”
Reiterating another empty slogan
For empty heads and hearts
“We do not serve or protect you
We are very blatantly a private military
Carrying out only the will of your
Capitalist ruling class
Fuck you and fuck poor people”
Author “Unknown”
It seems as though the
Proclivity of human nature
Is to do what it wants especially
Is if it is not “allowed” to do “that”
Not that the source can be trusted
However, it is in the bible saying
That God allegedly made a
Whole planet of food on
A giant sphere or according
To some an illogical flat earth
Loaded with edibles and
Gave the creations “freewill”
In order to be able to choose
Then said you can eat from
Every tree, except…….this one
Plus, just for fun, threw in
A “talking” serpent to entice
Hanging around the supposed
“Tree of Knowledge”
Who wouldn’t want to eat from that
Especially since no teachers
Were anywhere around
What was the first thing they did?
Yup, what they were told not to do
By an allegedly all powerful
Allegedly all “white” male
Which immediately turned into
Bizarre punishments for “his”
Allegedly beloved creations
I infer to allegedly as there is
Absolutely no proof only the use
Of misconceptions over millennia
Let me try and bring this
Roller-coaster cart safely back
To the loading unloading platform
(In case you want to ride it again)
You know how some people believe
They will have another beer
I believe it is our duty to behave like
The ascended masters spiritual teachers
Muhammad, Christ, Gautama Buddha, Maitreya, Confucius, Krishna, Carlin, Hicks
(Just seeing if you are paying attention)
Instead of believing a nicer kinder more
Humane Law En-“Force”ment officer is
Going to solve humanity’s “problems” with
WMD’s, body armor tazers and cameras
While “working” in their lying of duty.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin

Neither Positive Or Negative

The glass
Is neither
In the instant one determines the level of the contents of the glass, is the same moment they would realize that there is no glass or liquid in the first place.
Merely perceptions of projections broadcast by the mind’s eye on to the sensory screen of illusion that there is only waves and particles interchanging always in all ways.
Consciously or unconsciously agreed to by the universal mind as toys on the playground for individual subjective views to experience their surroundings as positive or negative.
Leaving only attitudes and opinions to satiate an ego differentiating itself from other ego’s in simple yet complex ways of experiences.
The contents of the glass is simply at the midpoint of its capacity and that is that.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin

Thankless Cliché

In a self race to the bathroom
At an over convenience store
I found myself not passing
The turtle in his non race pace
Sauntering to same location
Walled in by the displays which
Gave me the unfortunate
Opportunity to read his hat
Which read……Thank A Vet
No chance, I passed him near
The entrance to get an open stall
Where I had the chance to think
What was I supposed to thank
That vet for, had he saw my, plight
Stepped aside, I would have said
Assuming the hat wearer was a vet
Since the cap covering colors were
Of a post military camouflage and
Not with insignias of cats and dogs
Should vet have meant veterinarian
I would have thanked anyone
However, in my pooping pondering
I wondered the arbitrary message
Of the velcro hat band’s lettering
Which as I said read…Thank A Vet
If you have read this blog at all
It presents information to question
Usually in dichotomous forms that
If x means y it could also mean z
Clichés are easiest for their triteness
A random thank you is as meaningless
As the definition of meaningless
(Which technically “should” be the one
Word in the dictionary without a definition)
Meaningless : __________________________
Still, contemplating the cliché
I try to understand its suggestion
What if that individual veteran was
Involved in a “friendly fire” incident
Is that something to be thankful for
Certainly, not by the “mistaken” casualties
If while shooting at an alleged enemy
Every shot missed its intended target
Should he be thanked for his bad aim
Since no one died in the incident
Maybeeee I am supposed to thank him
Fot making hats, not sure, didn’t get to
Read the front of his hat which may
Have read “If you like this hat…..”
Though in all ironic likelihood the hat
Was made where previous veterans
Cleared the foliage for democracy
Or hats, shoes, shirts and sweatshops
Something else I noticed, it is always
A dude with that hat or t-shirt message
Never do I see that directive on a purse
A frilly bonnet or on high heeled pumps
Giving further credence to the sexist
Systems of society that the work that
Females / women / do, unfortunately
Go unthanked on a daily / life basis
Let alone, the very few monikers
Assigned to the typically nurturing
Life bringer half of the population have
The Gilead-ian tone of being Of-men
(Fe)males, (Wo)men all because of
Some old book in its opening chapters
The authors job of convincing society
Their mere existence is due to rib surgery
(Ooops, sorry, got sidetracked
That’s for a different post for another time)
Not needing to flatter a fragile ego
For allegedly protecting freedom which
Is absolutely impossible to protect
Lest everyone else has a different
Definition of freedom then I do
Which could free my mind from the
Gnawing notion that my tax dollars
In large part, subsidize the funding of
The military industrial complex where
Under the guise of “protecting” freedom
People are trained to kill people
Where is their freedom “protectors”
Not because they are taking any
“Freedoms” away, rather just being
In the wrong place, residing on
Sovereign soil that has a resource
Criminal corporations can harvest
An oldie, but a goodie…
“I spent 33 years and four months in active military service and during that period I spent most of my time as a high class muscle man for Big Business, for Wall Street and the bankers. In short, I was a racketeer, a gangster for capitalism.”

– Smedley D. Butler, 

“War is a Racket: The Antiwar Classic by America’s Most Decorated Soldier:
As long as this is about hat messages
“You know what gives me the creeps about the Vietnam vets, they have this obsession with wearing the hat.
They have to let you know they’re a Vietnam vet. They all wear the baseball hat with the gold leafs and the platoon and the year. “Dang Wang, ’68 to ’70, Vietnam vet.”
Why the fuck would you wear that hat? Did you forget how brutally fucked over by your own government you got on that deal? And you wear a hat celebrating it?
Nixon, in his own words in the Nixon tapes, talks openly and casually about delaying the withdrawal of troops just so he can win reelection.
“Fuck ’em if thousands more die. I need this gig again.” – Richard Nixon
And then you’re wearing a hat. They fucked you over and then sold you merch after the gig.
How bad do you need someone to buy you a Pabst Blue Ribbon down at the VFW?
That’s like a rape victim walking around in a pink trucker cap that says, “Molested, step-brother, ’82 to ’86.” “Hey, girls, where’s all the fun at?”
– Doug Stanhope

A Clean Slate

And with that topic
To this post
Almost Immediately
Figured out
Why I am here
Which is…..
To clean my slate
For it was “clean”
When I  got “here”
“Wouldn’t it be nice to have a kid? To have this fresh, clean slate which we could fill. A little clean spirit, innocent, and to fill it with good ideas.”
Yeah, yeah, how about this? If you’re so fucking altruistic, why don’t you leave the little clean spirit wherever it is right now?
Okay? Horrible act, childbirth. Nightmare. Bringing … I would never bring a kid to this fucking planet…”
– Bill Hicks
(DISCLAIMER: This in no way reflects the love and adoration of my non-biological children and grandchildren.)
According to my
Empiricalistic perception
Going back to my first inhalation
I did so from the perspective
That I too was a “clean slate”
Fresh from the spirit realm
Or what I like to call
The celestial “green room”
Where you prepare for your
Earthly appearance
Rehearsing what you will say
How you will react to the hosts
Whilst receiving feedback
From the audience
Dare I say due to procrastination
I was not ready to go “on”
For I knew / believe and
According to Helen Wambach
In “Life Before Life”
That you me each one of us
“Pick” our parents
That’s a responsibility
Not to be taken lightly
For with last minute decisions
You get last minute decision parents
Ones who wouldn’t even know
What a slate was or for
Let alone clean or that
They would be marking
It up at all or all up
I can only assume due to
Some technical glitch
The producers needed me
On stage “Earth” and whisked
Me out of the green room
Wishing me good luck
Holy #uck, I’m going to need it
So on the way out……or “down”
Since that is the commonly perceived
Cosmo-georaphical location
Of heaven
I quickly picked a nice place to live
Over the complex process of vetting
Enlightened parents with
Nurturing capabilities and
A penchant for evolutionary awareness
Better luck………next time
For just below the biological process
Understanding that planting a seed
In a fertile garden will grow a child
……..smack…whaaaa…I was now here
Clean slate……be damned
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
To be continued on
“Cleaning My Slate”

Cleaning My Slate

Continued from “A Clean Slate”

Sometimes what gets
Embedded the deepest
is not that which
Strikes the hardest
Though that is
Everlasting too
It is the constant
Application of soft chalk
Layered on daily with
Persistent application
Repeated recitation
Though slumber erases
The daily incursions
Of lessons taught
Behaviors observed
The firm felt of that wool
Can only erase so much
Leaving the remnants
Pressed deeply in the
Pores cracks and crevices
Of the “precious” clean slate
Such as
On the bright side
What was not etched in was
Sexism – mother and father did the same thing for the same pay, as far as I know
Racism – everyone’s money is green
Xenophobia – did not identify myself with my religion or its weakly indoctrination, therefore did not identify anyone else with theirs…….
Thank God
Back to cleaning my slate
Anger – perhaps not anger rather temper
After all:
“Don’t trust anyone who isn’t angry.’
– John Trudell
Temper – Knowing this needs to be cleaned off of my slate, looked back to see when thiis was carved in. Oh yeah table tennis.
Nice fun indoor sport, can’t get too winded or too hot. Learned from father, that if you miss an easy shot or difficult one is that somehow, striking the table with the paddle was okay.
That monkey mimicking behavior carried way beyond the ping-pong table and its notched paddle stricken ends where the children would later play and get blamed for its condition. Though the alleged adult could keep “playing” that way.
Covered by the oft repeated mantra
“Do as I say, not as I do”…Great…Thanks
Deception – These fine “fine” particles are all over the board/slate ingrained deep. Plus occurring often albeit unintentional driven by social norms i.e. Santa Claus etc.
When I observed what I saw and knew what I was fully aware of then was dismissed or distracted from said awareness was cause for not only questioning reality rather questioning sanity.
I know what I saw, I’m old enough now
You can not gaslight me mother-father
“Watch what they do, not what they say.”
– Rachel Maddow
Detachment – This strike nearly broke the slate, expending every last bit of exhausted energy to hold it together. Without going in to details what needs to be removed from my “clean” slate is the notion that I “should” not have been born.
Also, my grandfather’s business being firmly planted across the street from a funeral “home” (nice euphemism for business). Heard the constant cliché that someone was going on their “last ride”.
Giggling away the sanctimonious whim that if death means nothing, neither does life….
I like yourself wonder how someone
In their mid 50’s is trying to work
Through childhood indoctrinations
Nevermind,  you clean your slate
I’ll clean mine……
Let me know when you are done……
This last project started realizing
I was tired of my temper which is
Usually self directed and intense
Loathsome, lamenting & exhausting
Which only inflicts damage to my
Own slate, which is waiting to be
Cleaned before I can go back
To start all over again with a…clean slate
After carving in the reminder not to procrastinate and vet enlightened parents with nurturing capabilities and a penchant for evolutionary awareness.
Nevermind…those people won’t have children.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin

Invisible Real Estate

One of the fun parts of my job
Is reading billboard messages
Which at this point are about as
Necessary as the phone book
That is as thin as a magazine
And just as easily disposable
Really,  there’s a hotel up ahead
Or restaurant or gas station, WOW
Stuff that little pocket gadget
Could bring you to in clear
Step by step friendly instructions
If you’re tired, hungry or need fuel
In 1/4 mile, turn right at the stop sign
This one really caught my eyes
Distracting me nearly enough to
Practically utilize its message
Was the hugely BOLD EPISTLE
Followed by some biblical missive
With even smaller print of who
Sponsored the really big sign
Will have to drive by it again to read
Who the real estate group is selling
Oh yeah……the invisible real estate
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
“You go to church and light a candle
And then you’re blinded by the light
From all the golden pews
The devil’s snapping at your toes now
Because the angels can’t be
Bothered to live up to you
They’re selling Jesus again
They’re selling Jesus again
They want your soul and your
Money, blood and your bones
They’re selling Jesus again
Selling love to you – selling love
You’re buying this
You’re buying that now
You’re wishing all the money
In the world belonged to you
You’re crucified
Upon your own cross now
You’re givin’ money
To the white men
In the white limo
That kind of god
Is always man-made
They made him up then
Wrote a Book to keep
You on your kness
They get their theories
From the same place
Then build a church
If there’s some money left
From lying on the beach
They’re selling Jesus again
They’re selling Jesus again
They want your soul and your money
Blood and your bones
They’re selling Jesus again
Selling love to you – selling love
They’re selling Jesus again
They’re selling Jesus again
They want your soul and your money, blood and your bones
They’re selling Jesus again
Selling love to you – selling love”
“Selling Jesus’
– Skunk Anansie
As long as I’m on this theme…
Slightly dated, yet always relevant
“Believe in me, send no money
I died on the cross and that ain’t funny
But my so called friends
They’re making me a joke
They missed out what I said
Like I never spoke
They choose what they want to hear,
They don’t tell a lie
They just leave out the truth
As they’re watching you die
They’re saving your souls
By taking your money
Flies around shit, bees around honey
Holy smoke holy smoke,
Plenty bad preachers
For the devil to stoke
Feed ’em in feet first, this is no joke
This is thirsty work, making holy smoke, yeah
Making holy smoke
Jimmy Reptile and all his friends
Say they gonna be with you at the end
Burning records burning books
Holy soldiers Nazi looks
Crocodile smiles just wait a while
‘Til the TV queen gets her make-up clean
I’ve lived in filth I’ve lived in sin
And I still smell cleaner than the shit you’re in
Holy smoke holy smoke, plenty bad preachers for the devil to stoke
Feed ’em in feet first, this is no joke
This is thirsty work, making holy smoke, yeah
Holy smoke
Smells good
They ain’t religious but they ain’t no fools
When Noah built his Cadillac it was cool
Two by two they’re still going down
And the satellite circus just left town
I think they’re strange and when they’re dead
They can have a Lincoln for their bed
Friend of the president trick of the tail
Now they ain’t got a prayer
A hundred years in jail
Holy smoke holy smoke, plenty bad preachers for the devil to stoke
Feed ’em in feet first, this is no joke
This is thirsty work, making holy smoke, yeah
Holy smoke”
“Holy Smoke”
– Iron Maiden


Was going to title this
Thought experiments
However when I’d it
The first thing that came up
In the etymology was
:an experiment carried out in thought only
Which looked and sounded cooler
Like Schadenfreude
One can almost sense the meaning
By pronouncing it
The mind is the laboratory
The Bunsen burner is time
The thoughts are the materials
Inextricably attached to words
Big and small, free and two bit
Mixed in as content and context
In the paragraph petri dish
It seems that this whole existence
Is merely a thought experiment
Replayed over and over again
Like in the movie “Groundhog Day”
Each day (lifetime) waking up (being born)
To the same world one just left
With a vague awareness that this time
One can / may correct their behavior
As if each lifetime were a day
Or each day was a lifetime
Waking up singing to oneself

“I Got You Babe”

So that you / God. You as God
Can better your behavior, thoughts
Actions, empathy, understanding
In ways that would allow you to move
Onto the next experiment / experience
How are you carrying out your
Gedankenexperiments ?

“Not” Hanging On The Wall

In my random and meager
Internet searches for biblical
References and passages
Not for truth rather for information
Perhaps inspiration…..maybe
Just definitely not the truth
Has landed me squarely
In the algorithmic clutches of
Corporations seeking profit
Through the “FREE” format
Of “social” media a.k.a the
Rumor mill and whine club
That grabs ones attention through
Pet pics and stupid human tricks
What comes up for “sale” is a
Detailed time-line representation
(Laminated “extra” for the up-sell)
Of allegedly everything that has
Ever occured since Adam and Steve
God’s original name was Steve
Before they played hospital as
Surgeon and patient to “create” Eve
You know….so they could …………
“Control” her…….Bwaha haha hehe
Then God said, “Let us* make mankind in our image, in our likeness”
Genesis 1:26
* “Us” – meaning Adam and Steve
(Ooops, that’s how all this shit started)
Had to be all of the rest of the other
Beasts of the field birds in the air
Fish and whales of the oceans
Vegetation on the ground magically
Received their stamens and pistils
So they could reproduce after their kind
In one fell swoop or days 5 and 6
That’s a lot of surgeries in 2 days
Lest that part was left out of the story
Like leaving out where Caine’s wife
Came from so as not to be his sister
I am not going to buy this poster
Because its pitching point is that it
Covers existence from then to now
As only 6,000 years which would mean
That ship building selfish drunkard
Lived 1/10th of “known” eternity
By comparison if you lived to 80 it
Would be 1/75th of “known” eternity
That calculation seems a tad off
Probably when switching from a
10 month to a 12 month calendar
If I suspended disbelief anymore
I’d have to hang myself
Silly me I thought the fundamentalists
Believed it was 12,000 years old probably
……because I perceive “truths”
Through comedians
“Did y’all know..this is fascinating.
This is ab..solutely fascinating.
Fundamentalist Christians believe the world is 12,000 years old. Is that..let’s just think about that. Idn’t that great? And I ask them, how do you think that? Why do you think the world’s 12,000 years old? And they go,
“Well, we added up all the people born from Adam and Eve, added up their ages- roughly 12,000 years.”
Well, how scientific. I can’t ******’ argue with that kind of research.
You think the world’s 12,000 years old. “That’s right.” Ok, can I ask you a question? “Sure.” It’s a one word question. “Fine.”
If the world’s 12,000 years old and the Bible covers it, why didn’t someone bring up ******’ dinosaurs? You’d think someone would have brought that up …somewhere in the g****** book.
..And Jesus and the disciples walked down the path towards Nazareth but, oh, the path was blocked by a giant brontosaurus with a splinter in his paw. And the disciples did run a-screamin’, “What a big ******’ lizard, Lord!” “I’m sure gonna mention this in my book”, ..said Luke. “Well, I’m sure gonna mention it in my book”, ..said Matthew. “I’m not sure what I saw”, …said Thomas. Timothy nudged him. “It was a big ******’ lizard, Thomas!”
But Jesus was unafraid. And he took the splinter from the brontosaurus’ paw and the brontosaurus became his friend. And Jesus sent him to Scotland where he lived in a loch oh, so many years attracting fat American families with their fat ******’ dollars to look for the Loch Ness Monster. And oh, the Scots did praise the Lord. Thank you, Lord. Thank you, Lord.
12,000 years old… I asked this guy- Come on, man. Dinosaur fossils. What’s the deal? He goes, “God put those here to test our faith.” I think God put you here to test my faith, dude. I think I’ve figured this out. That’s what this guy said. Does it bother anyone here- the idea that God might be ******’ with our heads?
Anyone have trouble sleepin’ restfully with that thought in their head? God’s runnin’ around, buryin’ fossils. “Oh, ho, ho! We’ll see who believes in me now! Oh, ho, ho. I’m a prankster God! I am killing me, oh, ho, ho!”
You die, you go to Saint Peter- “Did you believe in dinosaurs?” “Well, yeah. There was fossils everywhere!” BOOM! AAAHHH! “What are you, an idiot? God was ******’ with you! Giant flyin’ lizards! You moron! That’s one of God’s easiest jokes!” “It seemed so plausible! AAAGHHH!” Bound for the lake of fire.
While I appreciate your quaint traditions, superstitions, y’know. I, on the other hand, am an evolved being who deals solely with the source of light which exists in all of us in our own minds. No middleman required. “
– Bill Hicks


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