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Of two connected non sequiturs

Raped by this dimension
Born without my consent *
Having been thrown out of
The spiritual green room for
Asking too many questions

“Lost the love of heaven above
Chose the lust of the earth below”

– Iron Maiden

So now I’m stuck here and
No one is sending me back
Knowing if I do it myself
I’ll have to keep coming back
Only to ask more questions

Which is apparently what
Got me here in the first place

I can only console myself
In the knowing that
Nobody else knows why
They are here either
Except to be crass constant
Consumers of consumption

“Mother Earth raped again.
She was asking for it”

– George Carlin

Wearing a white hat, a brown top with green sleeves and a deep blue dress. She is hot and getting hotter with age. A cosmic natural beauty, violated by man (not so) kind. Exhausting her fragile resources. That in an overwhelming acceleration of bruises and scars continues to be harder to recover from.

Until she (the planet) decides “to shake us off like a bad case of fleas.” – George Carlin

Search and watch “The Planet Is Fine”

With minimal research
My best understanding
Is that we are “here”
To serve each other

Not sure how mining, deforestation, overfishing, building stuff to bury stuff in different locations is going to “serve”.

“You’re gonna have to serve
Somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody”

– Bob Dylan

Not sure what that entails
(Certainly this blog is
Not helping anyone)
But I often wonder what
Have I done to “serve”

Not sure if it is humility
Or just a skewed view
That anything I have done
Has served any one

From the narcissistic
Cheap seats
Everything appears
To be serving me

If I help
A little old lady
Cross the street

That serves me
By spiking
My serotonin

Which leads back
To me having
Only served me

Sidewalk to sidewalk
Is only a byproduct of a
Physical transference

“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin

I didn’t ask to
Be here.
Someone created me.
Yes, I know that’s a selfish thing.
It’s a selfish thing.

But you know what?
I’ve cared about other stuff,
And, yeah, me not caring about stuff
Will, affect it as much
As me caring about stuff
Which is

– Doug Stanhope

Every Choice

Is a Sophie’s Choice

Just varying in degrees

From life or death

With all its subsequent consequences

Suicide, murder, genocide, abortion


Chocolate or vanilla ice cream

With all its subsequent consequences

Sugar free, fat free, dairy free, taste free

Whether or not to use commas

Or structure this in “real” sentences


You can choose a ready guide
In some celestial voice
If you choose not to decide,
You still have made a choice

You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill

I will choose a path that’s clear
I will choose freewill”

– Rush

While clipping and pasting
The above lyrics from Rush’s song


I chose to leave in the word [Chorus:]
Because that was my choice

Though I could later edit it
None being the wiser…..or myself

Also in my perception
Needs to be repeated

“You can choose a ready guide
In some celestial voice
If you choose not to decide,
You still have made a choice

You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill

I will choose a path that’s clear
I will choose freewill”

Any one’s life
At any moment
Is a culmination of choices
Made prior as a projection
Of future choices
Based on the flow chart
Breakdown of
If then
Go to
This projection
Of plausible outcomes

Most not as severe as Sophie’s Choice though

Are choices
The best
Or correct

Impossible to know
Because technically
There are no do-overs

There might be some resets
But only after that outcome
Is disliked or tested
And found unworthy

Again, none as final as Sophie’s

Or move on to new choices
Always perceived as
Better choices
All ways always

Impossible to know
Because technically
There are no do-overs

Although there may be

Just not at the moment
Of the choice
In the moment


“We only have this moment”

– Bill Hicks

Here is another decision dilemma

Often I post lyrics and
Comedian’s “bits”
Knowing my ability to communicate
Is sketchy at best

Utilize their words to clarity points
Much better than I ever could
That, and both are constantly
Rattling around in my head
Ready to pop out
Surfaced with word triggers
Like bullets in a loaded chamber

The decision dilemma is this
Amongst a myriad of others

In the Iron Maiden song
“An Educated Fool”

The line

“I want to leave my life on my own”

Sounds like

I want to (live) my life on my own

Either way both make sense
Just contextually
Words and worlds apart

One suicidal
The other positive

Searching lyrics both come up
Shazam comes up with leave
Which at some point is
A decision somebody made
To leave it as leave
Living with that choice

Regardless how it sounds
Heard or perceived

Can not write it out as lieve or leive
Or live or leave
What am I supposed to do
Call Steve Harris and ask him
One of the credited lyricists

What if the connection is bad
And I hear
Do I bother him more
To send it as an email
Or write it in a letter
What if I can not
Read his handwriting
Do I call him again……..

Decisions decisions decisions

“I am an educated fool
So I don’t know what it is I’m supposed to do
About this awkward situation
That’s been forced down right upon me

As I’m walking down into
On my own into the Valley of life
Got a lifetime of experience
Yeah I’ve got so much to give

Open the page at chapter one
Could this just be that life’s just begun
Forever within your darker thoughts
Reflecting on everything you’ve been taught

Never felt this way before
Seems that somebody’s just opened the door
To the book of life or is it death
Is there ever anyway out

Someone’s looking down on me
To the very inner core of my soul
They won’t tell me what they see
But I really want to know

I want to leave my life on my own
I want to lift the unturned stone
I want to walk right into the fire
I want to live out all my desires
I want to go and see the fire burn
I want to see and feel my world turn
I want to know what more there’s to learn
I want to pass the point of no return

Do you really wanna be
Just another one statistic or feel
That you really should aspire
That you really do deserve more

Do you ever really feel
That you have so much potential inside
What you really have to give
Could be realised so much more

I want to leave my life on my own
I want to lift the unturned stone
I want to walk right into the fire
I want to live out all my desires
I want to go and see the fire burn
I want to see and feel my world turn
I want to know what more there’s to learn
I want to pass the point of no return

Time will flow
And I will follow
Time will go
But I will follow

Time will flow
And I will follow
Time will go
But I will follow

I want to feel what life’s like respond
I want to meet my father beyond
I want to walk right into the light
I want to feel no fear but delight

I want to leave my life on my own
I want to lift the unturned stone
I want to walk right into the fire
I want to live out all my desires

Time will flow
And I will follow
Time will go
But I will follow

Time will flow
And I will follow
Time will go
But I will follow

Time will flow
And I will follow
Time will go
But I will follow

The “Educated Fool”

– Iron Maiden


Listening to it over and again
The first sounds like leave
The repeat sounds like live.


This one is less ambiguous
Still, rattling around in my head

“I Live My Way”

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

Some people are only happy 
When they can watch you fail 
And to them every day is 
Another coffin nail 
I think that I’ve found the answer 
I think that at last I know 
We’ve only got one lifetime 
I’ll make my life my own

I’ve lived on my knees 
Trying to please 
It’s time to change 
To live my own way 

I live my way 
Living for today 
Don’t care what they say

– “Iron Maiden”

But what does it all mean
No two people
Hear the same lyrics
In the same way

According to each
Their own context and perception
In the content of their experience


Melted snowflakes are all the same

“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

“Or hearing aids”

– Angelo Devlin

Hearing aids

So far the choice
Is not to get them
For fear it will amplify
The voices in my head
That give me
Sophie’s choices

Stolen Valor

Stolen from humanity

In the form of blanket praise
Laid bare in mindless clichés
Thanking people for their
Oddly enough..  unknown service

Just for being in the military
When some may have signed up
To get their college paid for
Or just carrying on a family tradition
Or felt like there was no other choice
Or found a legal way to kill people
Under the guise of democracy

Who knows it is not for me to decide
But as it has become a growing thread
In the fabric of a violent society
That is when it becomes a problem

Impeding our evolution to become
A peaceful enlightened species
Part of each individual’s birthright

With daily slogans and financial reward
To a government group of people
Whose primary objective is to train
People to prepare to kill other people
Mostly for wearing a different hat

“You ever notice that? Any time you see two groups of people who really hate each other, chances are good they’re wearing different kind of hats. Keep an eye on that, it might be important.”

– George Carlin

Or with resources under their feet

“I don’t care how many push-ups you can do, put on a helmet, go wait in that fox hole. We’ll tell you when we need you to kill somebody.”

– Bill Hicks

Twice now in less than 30 days
I’ve been through some airports
Flying on different company airlines
That have adopted similar policies

To give priority boarding access
After the announcer of the flight
Sticks to the script of gratitude

“At this time we will be boarding
The people who paid a lot extra
To get to the same place you are
At the same time with more leg room
That have the same risk of dying
If we crash blah blah and those
Veterans and active duty military”

In a society that also pretends
To give homage to fetus carriers
Though some have simply become
Brood mares for the state since it
Is unlawful to remove the package
Before it gets delivered unwanted

Oh yeah…..”Conservatives want live babies so they can raise them to be dead soldiers.”

– George Carlin

Don’t you think a single parent

(With two kids in tow trying to
Escape an abusive relationship
From a spouse suffering from
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
Developed that disorder because

Their government told them
It would bring taxpayers freedom
When instead they discovered they
Were just murderous mercenaries
Hired to do their dirty work)

Ought to get on the plane first
So they can settle in and cast
One less anxiety aside trying
To compete with passengers
Rushing to sit down and……..wait

Let us put our money
Where our mouth is

Better yet (money doesn’t exist)

Let us put our mind
Where our collective mind
Says it is

If this or any society continues
To propagate the widespread notion
That it is “honorable” to kill people
We will only get more people
To kill more and more people

I don’t care who gets on first
Quite frankly it should be by
The last rows first so it goes quicker
Instead of assholes and elbows
Waiting for someone too short
To cram in a carry-on that will not fit
In the overhead compartment
(Forget policy, physics won’t allow it)

Hope you enjoyed this rant so far
Unfortunately it keeps going

At the fuel island franchises
Where I fuel they too offer discounts
To veterans and active duty military
Not saying they do not deserve it

(Just thought of this… maybe they
Are offered a discount because
They did not get their cut of what
They helped steal in the first place)

However would not the motoring
Public be better served if they offered
Discounts for exemplary driving

Show us your safety pin or wear your
Two million mile safe driving jacket

Get a tiny fraction off of a product
Which price is so jacked up
We will still make a huge profit.  Thanks.

Maybeeee I am just jealous because
I did not join a gang to follow orders
Or be subjected to bad brainwashing

Seems only to feed an ouroboros snake
Feeding off of another ouroboros snake

“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin

“All we are saying is give peace a chance”

– John Lennon

One more indulgence
When you see or hear
Humanity’s valor being stolen
Ask yourself what is the end game
Of all that empty blanket praise

“I write, because if I open my mouth, I get in trouble.”


Light casts shadows


My shadow

Casts shadows

Increasing the darkness

All around me

HF it is dark

Where I am at

No matter where I go

How do I become


Without disappearing

To transform

Into a warm ray of light

So luminescent

There is no shadow

Not a rhetorical question

By the way

I am searching for answers

They just happen to be

In the dark

Turns out there is a parable
For this dilemma better known
As the “Streetlight Effect”

A parable featuring the Seljuk Sufi mystic Nasrudin Hodja may be the earliest form of the story:

‘Someone saw Nasrudin searching for something on the ground.

“What have you lost, Mulla?” he asked.

“My key,” said the Mulla.

So they both went down on their knees and looked for it.

After a time the other man asked:

“Where exactly did you drop it?”

“In my own house.”

“Then why are you looking here?”

“There is more light here than inside my own house.”‘

Guess I better keep
Searching in the dark
Where the key is

“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

“And a lot more light”

– Angelo Devlin

“Breathe deep the gathering gloom
Watch lights fade from every room
Bedsitter people look back and lament
Another day’s useless energy is spent”

From “Late Lament”

Moody Blues

Simply The Best

Time to be driving is

Starting before dawn

Descend into the local

Travel center, sparkling

With prismatic lights

Like a diamond under

Bright lights on black velvet

Get a quick whiff

Of the diesel fumes

Fuel for a long ride

Clean the windshield

In the cool brisk air

For as Ziggy might have said

Happiness is a clean windshield

Grab a hot black coffee

Buckle up and mosey on

To capture the sunrise

Wait….scratch that

Eke out the awareness

That you are nothing but

“A virus with shoes”

– Bill Hicks

On a gigantic large sphere

(Gigantic is relative to ???)

Speeding through the cosmos

While rotating at a high speed

Knowing that, like a playground

Kid pushed spinning carousel

Its centrifugal force “should”

Technically be throwing you off

“Sunrise” you realize is a

Geocentrically made up word

To satiate the ego of its own

False self importance that it may

Only thinks it is at the center

Of its own universe when it

Is merely a tiny tiny tiny cog

In a colossal ever spinning wheel

So yes driving at that time

Is simply the best because

You are most awake and aware

And get to contemplate

The meaning of a “sun” “rise”

In all of its beauty and splendor

Forgetting each time you

Are trying to come up with

A more descriptive or accurate word

That would explain the experience

Where this should have stopped..



Mornglow for what we
Perceive to be a sunrise

Eveglow for what we
Perceive to be a sunset

It could even be used in the
“Fiddler On The Roof” song

“Mornglow, Eveglow
Mornglow, Eveglow
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze

Mornglow, Eveglow
Mornglow, Eveglow
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laiden with happiness and tears”

Once it enters our lexicon
It could envelop our consciousness
In an evolutionary push towards
Understanding infinity

Simple stuff like that

Seems a tad more important than
Binging on our favorite TV show

“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin

Nincompoop Proof

That time does not exist

Forget Einstein’s theory that

Everything is happening

All at once

That is too complicated

Since he was a genius

And I are a nincompoop

The proof is in the

Reoccurring notion that…..

These are the “END TIMES”

Placarded at random on

Billboards and bumper stickers


To my best recollection these

“END TIMES” have been around

For quite a long time now or at least

30 plus years that I can think of

With such ominous warnings that

If you don’t repent YOU WILL DIE*

Or even better yet GO TO HELL**

So either myself and or everyone

Is doing such a great job

Changing their ways we are

Collectively kicking the can

Down some eternal road


It is probably safe to assume

These “END” times have gone

On longer than my memory serves

Most likely even before we had

Made up calendars and clocks


My guess is that somebody

Bought into that concept and like

A shitty pyramid scheme has to

Sell it on to everyone else so they

Do not see themselves as a

Foolish following gullible sucker


That message is always on signage

Never carefully crafted conversations

Because if it were, the above argument

Would shut it down in a heart beat


At this point it is not much more

Then a weak distraction save

Accepting it is as what it is

A bogus biblical scare tactic

To enhance some groups income

Or if one is paying close attention

Give proof that time does not exist

“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

“Or a better watch”

– Angelo Devlin



No you will not. Merely change shape
And / or enter a different dimension



HELL does not exist….save in a mind
That pretends to believe such folly


Where this should have stopped…….

My apologies for making this longer
However in my minimalist research
To polish this post I just looked up
The word “end” to clarify its meaning

Which 2a: states “The point at where
Something ceases to exist” (interesting)

Interesting, as in the consciousness of
Our collective awareness there is a word to
Describe something that has never happened

“Energy cannot be created or destroyed, it can only be changed from one form to another.”

Albert Einstein


Then, since it is an electronic dictionary
Noticed “end” wth a hyphen after it “end-“

No no no no it can not have a definition

Can it? Let me see e n d – t (oh scheisse)

Yup. There it sits “end-time(s)”

Must going to be a combined definition…..


“end-time(s)”  which doe not even have
Any subset definitions just…….get this

“The time of the prophesied end of the world”
: Armageddon

Oh no, another word to look up…..
Good thing it has automatic links here goes..

“Armageddon: the site or time of a final and conclusive battle between the forces of good and evil.”

Bwaha haha hehe chuckle snort guffaw

We are a suspicious lot are we not????

I don’t blame the dictionary, it is merely
A tool to help us see how silly we are.

Thanks for taking your “time” to read this

Hope it was as much fun to read as it was
To write, regardless of how much time it took

Gunning Down

(Like a child in a
Societal system
That only encourages
The saving of fetuses
To be birthed as
Consumer fodder
To unwitting parents
Without regards to
A soul’s divinity or
Personal responsibility

This post………nearly
Fell through the cracks)

Gunning Down

The population
Several students
At a time as if they are
Sovereign citizens
Standing over a
Valuable resource
To be stolen by
Crude corporations
Making unnecessary

As school shootings
Being so commonplace
They have become
Less interesting than
High speed car chases

Guns don’t kill people

Parents who buy
Their children guns
Kill other children

Wonder if Jennifer
and James Crumbley
Are “pro-life”

(I’m guessing…….sort of)
(At the least……pro-narcissist)

Think also that they
Were each so self
Absorbed in their own
Unconscious lives

They bought their son
A stay at home
Self abortion kit

Which instead got used
As a show-and-tell
Take to school random
Post natal abortion tool

“The defendants had information long before Nov. 30 (six months prior to the shooting) that their son’s only friend moved at the end of October, that the family dog died, that their son was sadder than usual, and that he was sending his mother disturbing texts about his state of mind,” the prosecution wrote in a Thursday court filing. “Instead of paying attention to their son and getting him help, they bought him a gun.”

– Detroit Free Press

Maybe politicians are so well greased
From the sweaty palms of the NRA
The blood on their hands does not stick

As somewhere in the back of
Their empty heads they can justify
Doing nothing to curb the violence
Placating the proletariat of their “rights”
To “defend” property and “free-dumb”

Though their constituents children
Are slaughtered like fish in a barrel as
Potential corpses in a classroom

While I may not have been
That sad or self destructive
In my teenage years at least
My parents were aware enough
(Semi-comatose conscious)
Not to have a hand held
Weapon of mass destruction
Anywhere in my presence

With an absolutely clear and
Definitively innuendoed message
Not to reproduce the likes of me

They knew just enough that a child
Was to be seen and not to be heard/herd

“Just an observation, Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin

Too soon?????


At home
Drawing pictures
Of mountain tops
With him on top
Lemon yellow sun
Arms raised in a V
And the dead lay
In pools of maroon below

Daddy didn’t give attention
Oh, to the fact that mommy didn’t care
King Jeremy The Wicked
Ruled his world

Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today

Clearly I remember
Pickin’ on the boy
Seemed a harmless little fuck
But we unleashed a lion
Gnashed his teeth
And bit the recess lady’s breast

How could I forget
And he hit me with a surprise left
My jaw left hurting
Dropped wide open
Just like the day
Oh, like the day I heard

Daddy didn’t give affection, no!
And the boy was something that mommy wouldn’t wear
King Jeremy The Wicked
Ruled his world

Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today

Try to forget this (try to forget this)
Try to erase this (try to erase this)
From the blackboard

Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in, spoke in
Jeremy spoke in, spoke in
Jeremy spoke in class today

(spoke in) (spoke in)
(spoke in) (spoke in)
(spoke in) (spoke in)

– Pearl Jam

Fun To Speculate

On nonsense of the past
Completely un-provable
Save some polished theories
Which get regurgitated
As often as necessary

That due to an asteroid
Dinosaurs became extinct
As a cultural meme based
More on indoctrination
Than actual tangible proof

Whether plausible or not
Becomes an unquestionable
Fact generally accepted
Because after all who is
Going to waste their time
Refuting its factual-ality
Since it happened about some
Vague millions of years ago
245 to 66 million to be “exact”

Voila there is the basis
For most religious beginnings
Which only happened about
Give or take 1600 years ago
Completely un-provable
Highly improbable and illogical….like

Where did Caine’s wife come from?
If that can be answered perhaps
I can keep reading and believe… yet

Why would an APAKALOBCOL*
Murder by drowning “his” creation
Boredom frustration anger or just
Forgot to create a therapist to help “HIM”
Deal with his “mommy” issues

(All Powerful All Knowing All Loving Omniscient Being Creator Of Life)

Ooops this was about dinosaurs
Sorry took my usual sidetrack
Questioning unquestionable beliefs

I have been to Dinosaur museums
Find them interesting and presumptive
However, short of a guided tour
From a verrrrry elderly paleontologist
The only thing to make me believe
The birth, age and demise of
Dinosaurs is a small placard
In front of the display with the “facts”

Here’s an excerpt from a previous post
To try and explain that theory

(Group of tourists going through
A jurassic museum as their guide
Explains a fossil of a dinosaur is
Two million two years and three months old…
Fascinated, a guest inquires how has it
That it has been narrowed down so exact

Has the museum tweaked the carbon dating
Or come up with some radiation method
How could it possibly be so accurate
As the guide confidently states they started
To work here two years and three months ago

What you know is what has been taught
It is convenient and easily repeatable)

Think about our alphabet and numerical system. There weren’t always twenty six letters or ten digits. S o m e o n e……made them up…….and then someone else added to them, likewise removed some of them.

“The Nobel Prize in mathematics was awarded to a California professor who has discovered a new number!

The number is bleen, which he claims belongs between 6 and 7.”

George Carlin

“We made the whole thing up!”

George Carlin

Not to mention, numerals or letters were not always the same shape, until very recently. Save for a variety of categorized fonts, into systematic conformity they follow in rigid lines and curves of specificity by who knows who on who’s authority.

What would we do with, say 32 letters. First, we would all have to learn a new keyboard.

How can we do that, since we stopped evolving with opposable thumbs.

That many letters on a keyboard would require a rinky finger, right between the ring and the pinky finger. Who has eons of time for that?

See how that new word “rinky” just evolved in context into a new name for a 6th digit on a hand that will never exist in the future.

I made it up.

“Folks, it’s time to evolve. That’s why we’re troubled. You know why our institutions are failing us, the church, the state, everything’s failing?

It’s because, um – they’re no longer relevant.

We’re supposed to keep evolving. Evolution did not end with us growing opposable thumbs. You do know that, right? There’s another 90 percent of our brains that we have to illuminate.”

– Bill Hicks

“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin


Wouldn’t it be more adventuresome
If flying was inherently more risky
Say… one in twenty or so crashed

Not that I’m advocating for that
Rather more of a thought experiment

Manufactured from the cheap seats in
An aluminum tube 30K ft above (see) level

After being poked and prodded steered
Branded, through one way gates into a
Back straight, head forward, eyes glued
Feet crooked, elbows in, waist strapped
Technological marvel in the atmosphere

(Speaking of crashes, does anyone believe
That seat belt is going to do anything besides
Help identify bodies by seating assignment?)

Nevermind, here is the thought experiment.

What if….

Because of the above proposed risk the
Seating wasn’t so damned crowded and
Structured into fellow passenger ignoring
Screen staring, ears plugged conformity

The layout was as such that the seats
Are comfortable also even movable
Secured perhaps but more like a lounge

So that in two to seven hours on what
Might be your last flight anyway you took
A chance and unencumbered you spoke
(Ahhhhhhhh)(Yikes) with a “stranger” ??

Found out why they too were rolling the
Sky dice. Business, family, sightseeing
Or just a plain plane gambling addict
Like a grand scale of Russian roulette

Don’t get me wrong, I am good at avoiding
People like the plague, however in that
Given circumstance it would be interesting
Dialog beyond the usual cliche conversation
Of the uninteresting drivel that usually occurs

Where the answer is as programmed as
The innocuous question in the first place
Avoiding eye contact and emotions

With a looming gravitational demise
One could really get some insight into
A fellow earthly spaceship traveler’s
Fears, hopes likes and reason for the risk

So that if there were no crash at all
You would walk away with an experience
Unlike any other destination you could
Have possibly been to, that interesting

Besides, if for nothing else at all
Once and for all, to get on an airplane
You would no longer ever ever have to go
Through that illusion of the “security” check
Of the dehumanizing personal space violation
That systemic systematically happens now

“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin

Hope you enjoyed this flight.

I’ll Know God

When I understand

The language of the soul

(I’m guessing it is not English)

The numbers of the spirits

That move through me

Surround me and

Help me keep balance

Ever on the cusp

Between life and death

Of which there is

Neither of either

Only this moment

Experienced through a

Kaleidoscope of distraction

Must need focus on

Every ray of light

That makes it through

Not hold on to it though

Just experience it

Then let it go

Otherwise a shadow

Remains to be cast

By a temporal body

Holding on to nothing

Until that awareness

Takes place

The projection

Of an invisible man

Floating aimlessly

In the sky adjacent

Like a spirit less big brother

Is just one more

Man-made up distraction

Completely w/o merit

As a heavily lopsided

Reality shaking

Patriarchal energy

That knows not

Empathy or nurturing

Never creation

Only destruction

“All I want to do is learn to think like God. All the rest is just details.”

— Albert Einstein

The first step might

Be knowing where

These words come from

Save a force that uses

My fingers to write them

So I may read them

To help me understand

Or perhaps from……….

“Living on a razor’s edge.
Balancing on a ledge.
Living on a razor’s edge on…
Balancing on a ledge on…
Balancing on a ledge on…
Living on a razor’s edge.
Balancing on a ledge you know … you know !!

The evil that men do lives on and on !….”

Iron Maiden

“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin

“Lift me up out of this illusion lord

Heal my perception, that I may

Know only reality and only you”

– Bill Hicks

“Lift me Lord”