“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.
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
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
“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
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
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
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
