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When It Comes

To finding the truth

It’s the heart questions

You’ve got to ask

Along with a little

Soul sleuthing

To discover

It is on the inside

As it always

Has been

Between the beats

In the silence

And the still

With Awareness

Comes change

I am vastly aware

That nothing I do

Or say or write

Will alter anyone’s

Heart or mind

Perception or opinion

Belief or disbelief

My only hope is that

I might learn grow and

Evolve into a better person

A more human being

Being human

Instead of the

Wretched wreck that

Vomits volumes of

Vile views of

What is perceived

Against that

Which does not

Exist in the first place


It is bad enough when

People paint themselves

Into a corner

It is worse when

They have painted


Inside a sphere

In the former

You become aware

That you have your

Back up against

Two walls

At least you know

Where you stand

Whether to wait

Or ruin the paint

Inside the isolated

Concentric sphere

You don’t know

Where you’re at

Or where you can go

So you keep painting

Till you only see

One color to

The point you’ve

Painted yourself

Completely blending

In to your surroundings


Categorized into groups

You can guess what

Color is being painted

In each scenario

Blue into the corner

With no patience yet

Afraid to ruin the paint

Red in the sphere as

That is the only color

They see anyway

With an orange speck

Floating around with

A disembodied voice


You missed a spot

Me. I hate to paint

Care Full Haiku

Choose your words care full

It is the best way I know

To communicate

The Greatest Form

The only reason democracy is considered the “greatest” form of government is because within its rhetoric it tells and sells its constituents that it “IS” the greatest form of government.

Past that, and with minimal scrutiny one would find it very corrupt. Perhaps the least corrupt compared to other systems of government.

However still corrupt.

So then how can it be the “Greatest”?

If your computer’s files were “corrupted” and took data from one file and moved it to another. Leaving one constantly confused. Would you think it was the greatest computer. No of course not.


If your vehicle was listed as a lemon because of consistent and constant manufacturer discovered defects. Would you keep it, just because it looks nice. No of course not.


If your spouse constantly cheated on you, stole money from you with no remorse and no plans to stop. Would you stay with them because they are attractive or at least look good on paper. No of course not.




So then why would anyone regurgitate and repeat the high praises for democracy? Other than one has been systematically indoctrinated into believing that generation after generation.

The high ideals of what it could be, fall flat short and hard against the reality of what it actually is.

Succumbing to either the tyranny of the majority or minority. Depending on which group wants what and how easily they can manipulate information to malleable masses.

I know I’ve used the following quote before, however it is so fitting.


“Democracy is the worst kind, I am sorry,  but it is. We get to pick our leaders..well…

What if I don’t want a leader? Where does that vote go? I do good on my own, I don’t want to be “led”. Is that freedom?”


– Doug Stanhope

Because It Is Written

Because it is written

Somehow substantiates it

Whatever ” it ” is

Either to believe it

Or to disbelieve it

But rarely question it

Whether it is printed

On paper or under pane

Fascinating that those words

Are just as weightless as

Words heard through

The atmosphere carry

So much weight otherwise


The transformation to socialism

Is occurring under 45’s watch now

While the distraction is focused

On forecasts of what the next

Administration may or may not do

People paid gov’t asst not to work

Violence and unrest in the streets

Stirring protests by those sent in

To incite them and ignite them

Of a proletariat and bourgeois ilk

Impatiently waiting to play with

Stocked up piles of ammunition

That they thought were to be used

Against an oppressive government

Now being used against each other

Triggered by spurious slogans as

Your life matters my life matters

Meanwhile proving no life matters

(Man them sonsofbitches are clever)

Have the populace do the dirty work

Instead of by the jack booted thugs

Projected as the totalitarian state

Always ready to take their guns away

I’m surprised that guns are not being

Doled out to those not wanting them

Just so the state can be entertained

In a pseudo reality show played out

On mass manipulation morose media

Driven to dizzying distractions by

Don’s divisiveness of dastardly deeds

Perhaps since he couldn’t build

A wall at the neighbors expense

He would try to make things here

So bad everyone would return home

Remember these situations are

Being perpetuated on 45’s watch


“Just an observation, maybe I need different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin

Had The Choice Been

Looking back now

Had the choice been

A third term

For the last dude

Our current situation

Might have had

Some leadership

Actually tackling

Difficult dilemmas

Instead of using

Different distractions
Could have at least

Been lead to believe

We are in this together

44 was not perfect

By any means at all



He did take a bad

Economy to a better one

Provided health care

As a right not a privilege

Was inclusive not

Divisive and distracting

We were well on our way

To crossing the racial divide

Instead we have descended

Down the evolutionary bell curve



Like the previous 10 or so

Who objectively could

All be viewed as

War criminals

Against humanity

For when nonviolence

Was an option

As a solution

All opted out
You never heard of Jesus

Maintaining a standing army

So he could implement

People being kind

To other people

Forcing them to forgive

At gunpoint


Of course though

Jesus didn’t have

Multinational corporations

Backing him up through

The military industrial complex

Dictating who where and when

Which people were expendable

To enhance the bottom line

“War Pigs”

Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerer of death’s construction

In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to Mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds…

Oh Lord yeah!

Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor

Time will tell on their power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait ’till their judgment day comes, yeah!

Now in darkness, world stops turning
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more war pigs have the power
Hand of God has struck the hour

Day of Judgment, God is calling
On their knees the war pigs crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings…

Oh Lord, yeah!

“Black Sabbath”

A real genuine leader would

Find peaceful solutions

Because most wars are

Usually fought over

Trivial shit in the first place

Religion, race, resources

The first two can be dismissed

As we are all bipedal earthling

Artists born of Gaia consciousness

The third would be discovering ways

To share Gaia’s resources as

Everything belongs to everyone

Everywhere already all ways

Not just the greed #&@% pigs

Who have figured out ways to

Steal hoard control distribute

Maximizing profits for ego

And personal gain

I Saw A Sign

At a car lot

That read




I call bullshit

All those cars

Were about the

Same size as

All of the

Other cars

On the road


I am as full of myself

As an ocean sponge

Yet I know my ideas

Can hold no water

They just leak out

Of my sunken vessel