Not with a virus
Adorning a crown
Something more deadly
Just a lifetime slower
Suffocating evolution
No bleach or light
Time or vaccinations
Will cure the devastation of
Beliefs superseding
A potential reality
Invisible contagions
Enter simultaneously
Through the visual cortex
And auditory canal
Via light and sound
By carriers of misinformation
Well before the mass media
Was creating mass hysteria
Rumored notions of power
Outside of one’s self
Contaminating the contents
Of the case hardened cranium
Infecting the intelligence
Of diseased divine deities
Ill with religion and politics
Race, gender, height, weight
Sexuality, possessions, power
Geographical location, caste
Pride, flags, guns, rights, etc.
You know, all of the stuff
That keeps us inhumane humans
Jonesing to keep up with the Joneses
Is the only cure the transcendence
Of this dense diabolical dimension
To the illusionary eternally ethereal
Methinks not, methinks we could
Make heaven here on earth
In an instant if we only knew how
Trouble is, there is no money
To hoard and ostentate wealth
If everyone was infected with
Sharing, helping, feeding, teaching
Learning, housing, elevating and
Being at peace with who they are
No sides to take, no game to win
Simply bask in the glow of breathing
In the miracle of consciousness
“Ooh, baby, do you know what that’s worth?
Ooh, Heaven is a place on Earth
They say in Heaven, love comes first
We’ll make Heaven a place on Earth
Ooh, Heaven is a place on Earth”
– Belinda Carlisle
I would like desperately to evolve
However with all the chaos
In the world the only thing
I can imagine I can do
Is grow another set of thumbs
Grasping the last scraps of hope
Off of the barren table
“Folks, it is time to evolve ideas.
You know evolution did not end with us growing thumbs, you do know thar right. Didn’t end there.
We’re at the point now where we are going to have to evolve ideas.
The reason that the world’s so #ucked up is we’re undergoing evolution and the reason our institutions our traditional religions are all crumbling is because……..
THEY ARE NO LONGER RELEVANT
THEY ARE NO LONGER RELEVANT
So it is time for us to create a new philosophy and perhaps even a new religion, you see and that’s ok. Cause that’s our right. Cause we are free children of God with minds who can imagine anything. That’s kind of our role.”
– Bill Hicks
“Dead Inside”
I see it crumbling
Right in front of me
There’s no stopping it
So get that out of your mind
You can’t run from it
You know you never had a choice
And now you’d better make
Your peace with it
It’s unraveling
Become clear to me
A new terrorism
Taking over our lives
The beast’s hungering
It keeps ravening
There’s no remedy
And do we even want it now
Look in my eyes
And know that I
Am dead inside
From the countless lies
That have eaten us alive
I know why
I’m dead inside
You’re dead inside
We’re dead inside
Can’t handle it
Collective punishment
Who are these maniacs
Taking over our lives
The old strategy
Destroy liberty
A modern tragedy,
And can we be forgiven?
Swift consequence
Without evidence
Losing relevance?
Hate will keep you alive
The beast’s hungering
It keeps ravening
Have you ever thought that maybe
We deserve it now
Look in my eyes
And know that I
Am dead inside
From the countless lies
That have eaten us alive
And now you all know why
I’m dead inside
You’re dead inside
We’re dead inside
Will you bury the dead
Hear what I said
Time to bury the dead
Remember what I said
I know I
Am dead inside
From the countless lies
That have eaten us alive
And now you all know why
I’m dead inside
You’re dead inside
We’re dead inside
– Disturbed
In making a better world
Others participate
I found some hope
In some recent encounters
Usually my deliveries are made
Like a factory worker
Kicking out a widget
Open door, point at freight
Get next delivery ready
Close door, sign here, print here
“Thanks for the quick help”
(Regardless how long it took
So they will be quicker….next time)
“Have a nice day……….bye”
Start engine, release brakes…..boogie
Every once in a while, will deliver
Something peculiar or to a peculiar place
Must pause and ask questions
So “what is “this” for ?” To which
Will either hear, they have no clue
And are just doing their “factory” work
Or will get a hearty, let me tell you….
After picking up 50,000 pounds of
Palletized big bags of some grain
Shipping out to be converted to fuel
Inquiring in between 24 pallets
On two trailers with a pallet jack
The loader / entrepreneur showed
Me how their small set up was
Being adapted to process hemp
Finally a natural resource used wisely
“No other natural resource offers the potential of hemp. Cannabis Hemp is capable of producing significant quantities of paper, textiles, building materials, food, medicine, paint, detergent, varnish, oil, ink, and fuel.”
– hempbasics.com
What came out of the dually prompted
Conversation of quick questioning was
The fibres in hemp will be able to make
Lighter windmill blades turning turbines
Also, since old broken carbon fiber ones
Up to 170′ feet long get buried in land fills
Their process will be able to stop that and
Incorporate it in to the new blades win win
At a different stop at a larger operation
The converted warehouse was bustling
With activity around flaxen colored bales
That looked uniquely strange so I had to ask
What is this stuff used for, for I am curious
Received the same stored excited response
It can make concrete lighter and stronger
Eliminating plastics and toxic resins…cool
All this time during the alleged “drug war”
Rather the attack on personal freedoms war
Society could have been using this hemp
To build more homes quicker and cheaper
With tons and tons less environment damage
Ooopsie
The following “bit” is slightly dated, however…
“Why is marijuana against the law? It grows naturally on our planet, serves a thousand different functions, all of them positive.
To make marijuana against the law is like saying that God made a mistake. Like on the seventh day God looked down,
“There it is. My Creation, perfect and holy in all ways.
Now I can rest.
Oh my Me!………
I left fuckin’ pot everywhere. I should never have smoked that joint on the third day. Hehe, that was the day I created the possum. Still gives me a chuckle.
But if I leave pot everywhere, that’s gonna give people the impression they’re supposed to … use it.
Now I have to create Republicans.”
” … and God wept”,
I believe is the next part of that story.
– Bill Hicks
The proverbial they
They say
“Everything happens for a reason”
– They
But instead
The words reduce
God to man and
Elevate man to God
In illusionary knowledge
That one deciphers
What is perceived
In a momentary moment
Having a grand purpose
In the scheme of infinity
When it is merely
An event occuring
At a time and place
(Ah ha ha haha hehe ha)
Coinciding matter*
*(AKA waves and particles)
Observed by
Subjective perception
Through eyes and ears
Made up of the same
Waves and particles
That do not exist
In the first place
Unless they are
Being observed
At the moment
Moment to moment
The only un-provable proof
Is that when one is asleep
The universe disappears
Nothing exists at all
For what is perceived as
A five to six hour moment
Probably the first “thing”
That gets tossed out
Of that existential window
Is reason
Followed by materials
Worries, concerns
Time and space
So then….
Where does reason come from
Methinks it is to end boredom
Because it is boring to accept
Things are such as they are
Conjuring up justifications
Rather that fate is determined
By circumstance and coincidence
Or better yet by an invisible hand
Satiating “His” boredom therapy
(Better let Fred survive the car crash
He just adopted a rescue animal)
Meanwhile to accept that is to
Accept that, always occuring
Just for the human species
Eight billion times at all times
Leading to very poor reasoning
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
“For some reason I
Do not see things
The way other people
See things”
– Angelo Devlin
Part two, so to speak of Reasoning
For the reason being
It would have made “Reasoning”
Be waaaay too loooong
Much like the alleged
Creation of existence
Two fold
Neither provable
That that
“In the beginning” (story)
– Genesis 1 1
“Actually” occured
Or that a group of dudes
Sat around being bored
And “made” that shit up
“Here’s how it happened: About five thousand years ago, a bunch of religious and political hustlers got together to figure out how they could control people and keep them in line.
They knew people were basically stupid and would believe anything they were told, so these guys announced that God— “
– George Carlin
“Created” the universe
WHY?
Because he was bored.
Have no clue, am
Just a schmuck
Driving a truck
If you were / are the
Master of the universe
Infinite intelligence
Floating in the ether
With nothing to do
Surely your reasoning
For creating the universe
Was simply because
You were bored
Like a parent telling a child
They are bored
Because they are sleepy
Burdening the child with
Having to have to go to sleep
Or finding something to do
Either way, getting out of
The parents hair because
They are bored being parents
Needing to exercise control
For some strange reason
“The proverbs idle hands are the devil’s workshop, idle hands are the devil’s tools, and idle hands are the devil’s playground mean that someone who is unoccupied and bored will find mischief; someone who has nothing to do will partake in something that will get him into trouble.”
– grammarist.com
Well, well, according to that one book
Who had more idle hands than God?
For what “reason” are you
Living in this manifested mischief
Seems more likely thay we are
Playing on the Devil’s playground
Are you the byproduct of
Someone else’s boredom
Eliminating reason would
Bring one to an understanding
That everything is such that it is
Which is actually easier
(If you try)
Than pretending to point out
Pathetic purposes for
Stuff one clearly
Does not understand
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
From the opposite perspective
No body would want
A governing body
Governing their body
Regardless of the
Tyranny of the majority or
A tyrannical minority
Depending largely on
Who is participating
As to who is which
Mandatory vasectomies
To any male even
Thinking of rutting
With egg producing bipeds
Would be considered an
Infringement of their “rights”
That perspective jn
All likelihood could END
The abortion argument
Yet, neither of either
Are going to happen
WHAT
Now the government
Has no say in medical
Treatments of a body. Hmmm.
Such hypocrisy, shame shame
The other thing that won’t happen
Is when the planet is plum full
Of wanted or unwanted
Usually both unplanned
Pregnancies then the
Legislation of automatic
Sterilization of both sexes
At puberty will commence
While figuring out who
Might have the right to
Keep the goodies to
Keep creating such
A self destructive species
Save birthing the baby
Directly into a casket
Because the pollution
Of a scorched earth
Fresh out of fresh resources
Will have blocked the sun
Kicking everyone into
Mad Max apocalyptic
Survival mean mode of
Our own ignorant doings
Not some invisible hand
Reaching from the sky
To amuse himself in the
Hands off binge watching
Death of humanity by sheer
Replication of ignorance
Spawns of consumption
Homo-erectus geo-destructus
That I am guessing is Latin
For man destroying planet
Which methinks is not our
Intended divine birthright
Of creativity and expression
Living, loving, sharing and wonder*
Rather our followed distraction
Like a cat chasing a laser point of
Consumption production destruction
Repetition expedition and lamention
To which there is no opposition
Because someone somewhere
Can make a dollar in the process
Where this should have stopped……
Nope, just a little bit more
If a farmer planted
A crop in a fertile field
Just to spread his seed
Because he liked to
But had no plans to
Help harvest the product
Other farmers would
Cut off his ability
To plant any more seeds
As it would be their
Responsibility to do so
Otherwise they would
Continue to be burdened
With the extra expense and
Time they do not have to
Properly cultivate the crop(s)
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
*
All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten
by Robert Fulghum
Most of what I really need
To know about how to live
And what to do and how to be
I learned in kindergarten.
Wisdom was not at the top
Of the graduate school mountain,
But there in the sandpile at Sunday school.
These are the things I learned:
Share everything.
Play fair.
Don’t hit people.
Put things back where you found them.
Clean up your own mess.
Don’t take things that aren’t yours.
Say you’re sorry when you hurt somebody.
Wash your hands before you eat.
Flush.
Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.
Live a balanced life –
Learn some and think some
And draw and paint and sing and dance
And play and work everyday some.
Take a nap every afternoon.
When you go out into the world,
Watch out for traffic,
Hold hands and stick together.
Be aware of wonder.
For miles at a time
All you could see
Was ground and sky
Like floating on top
Of a land ocean
Rolling waves of brown
Traversed by truck
On patchy pavement
Gravel spitting roads
Guided by power poles
Lined up like dominoes
No billboards or signs*
An occasional buoy
Street moniker to guide
From complete disorientation
Silos and mega barns
Dot the landscape
Rising and sinking
With the roll of the tide
No shore to stop
Just heaving and breathing
Bringing to the surface
All the food that we eat in its
Purest form of nutrition
Before being processed
Preserved and packaged
To nearly inedible form
The above was my attempt at a poetic description of some recent far-out far out deliveries I made through vast ranges of farm land. Where, if it were not for GPS and an app telling how to get to my destinations, I’d still be lost.
Not the typical farmland seen from the interstate highways and byways. Rather massive patches of land squared off in grids, between the four lane concrete corridors.
Corporate and colony run farms, counting mostly on nature to water the crops.
Miles of maternal mammaries of a loving mother earth feeding her offspring, suckling every last drop as she ceaselessly gives. Though she is exhausted and abused and nary a card for mother’s day. Shame on us.
Rest and restoration is out of the equation.
“And I make her prove her love for me,
I take all that I can take
And I push her to the limit
To see if she will break
She might take it back,
She could take it back some day”
– Pink Floyd
“Take It Back” from The Division Bell
* The one sign I occasionally saw was
Election signs for Sheriff
W T F
Sheriff……..out here in this alien world
Miles from alleged civilization where if
You needed some “authority” to do????
It would be hours before the Sheriff
Could get there to do absolutely nothing
Seriously, in five hours of mostly driving
I saw three tiny patches of civilization
Covering a fifty mile square area of land
Better elect an authority for “protection”
We are so strangled
By the indoctrinated
Thought rope we hang
Around our neck
It is a wonder
We can breathe at all
Do these people honestly believe
Matt Dillon is going to ride up
On a horse and execute justice
If someone steals a potato??
At least if it were Andy of Mayberry
He could do a thorough investigation
Since Andy Taylor never carried a gun
As I write this it is still baffling
The need and or want of a Sheriff
On what seemed like another planet
Engaging in a process of “electing”
An outside “authority”, simply because
No one recognizes their own
Individual authority within the collective
When it is what they pretend to have
While saying it is something they want
FREEDOM
A lot of money, time, timber and paper
Went in to buying posters, building
Ground level half billboard size signs
To a small, scarce, ineffective audience
Ruining an otherwise pleasant drive
Having quickly realized there was
Not any distracting reading material
Nor miles to the next exit or turn-off
Or closest and approaching cities
Gas stations, hotels and restaurants
In my eighteen wheel land rover
Exploring the alien world I landed on
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
A different telescope.”
– Angelo Devlin
Dripping from the radio
Melting the mind from
Rationale reality by
Changing perceptions
Of none paying attention
Heard an ad on the radio
Of a “new” way to buy a car ?????
Am paraphrasing since I have no transcript
It sounded something like the following
Are you tired of the old way
Of buying a car, looking for a better way
Come on down to your local X dealer
Where you can select a vehicle
From our fine selection of new
And previously owned (used) cars
Where our highly trained staff
Can guide you in your choice
Then have you test drive it
To close the deal with financing
Oozing out of the throat of the
Deep voice, voice over guy, like warm
Honey infused with rose petal sprinkles
HF, that sounds like, how I bought
Every vehicle I have ever had
I should reveal what company
Approved the ad since it was such
Fucking Overly Ridiculous Drivel
But am not one to give free
Advertising good or bad
I suspect it is geared to the
Twenty somethings who are old enough
Not to have their parents negotiate a deal
Which they can no longer do anyway
“Price not negotiable but payment is
Different junk man different junk
Spend some money buy some more”
– John Trudell
I guess I just miss the days that with
A little bit of mind and financial leverage
One could broker a fair deal
For both the buyer and seller
Satiating a sale and transportation
Nope, not today, just figure out your
Monthly payment for 60, 72, 84 months
Or lifetime, whichever comes first
Turning it in to a lease agreement
Which you now know is a fleece agreement
In a propelled comfort cage of protection
Sustaining an artificial environment for
The duration of one’s short trip
Neither too hot or too cool
Built for comfort and evolving towards
Autonomous hands off driving
Oh oh, this is taking a turn
For when looking in the “rear” view mirrors
It mirrors autonomy and anonymity of being
Eliminating awareness, creativity and thought
Just another cog in the corporate wheel
With shiny safe travels for the road ahead
Having been given a coat of eloquent wax
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
“The act of coinciding”
M-W.com
Am less than patiently waiting
For the perception paradigm
Shift to occur, that it dawn on
Proletariat Pavlovian people
It is just as much of an abortion
To shoot an unarmed black person
Performed with a gun and bullet
Instead of forceps and a scalpel
(Could reference the latest “incident”
But, by time this is posted, it will change)
Could the difference be in the
Different color of the lab jackets
The logic is lost on me the difference
Except, the blue coat wearers have
Qualified immunity….yes James Bond
State sanctioned pre authorization
To eliminate with extreme prejudice
Key word being prejudice
Rewarded with paid leave
During the “investigation”
So much for not wanting to spend
Public money on killing fetuses
Albeit out of the womb grown fetuses
Maybe it satisfies a God complex that
If a creature can breathe under water
It is off of the expendable kill list
But once a fetus leaves the womb and
Starts converting CO to CO2 you’re fucked
Right? During the alleged global flood
All the underwater breathers got to live
Or at least there are no printed accounts
They suffered the opposite fate once
The land became available under the
Watchful eye of a “loving” creator
Dying painfully of dehydration
Maybeeee, the records were lost in the flood
Surely that drunkard shipbuilder would
Have had to build a bigger boat
To support a mobile aquarium
……..oh yeah, he did not have to
Those floating fetuses and fish were safe
From God’s wrath and for forty days
Even gave them more room to swim
Perhaps the…..
“Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.”
Genesis 1 1-2
“We gotta come to some new ideas about life folks ok? I’m not being blase about abortion, it might be a real issue, it might not, doesn’t matter to me.
What matters is……..
(He hem..
What matters is……..)
That if you believe in the sanctity of life
Then you believe it for life of all ages.
//
You either love all people of all ages
Or you shut the fuck up”
– Bill Hicks
Likewise
A Russian, Ukrainian or Afghan
Thousands of abortions at once
With weapons of mass destruction
While most of society is not involved
Still have plenty of blood on our hands
The following may or may not be
An illogical stretch of logic, however
If your hard earned money paid for
“Forceps” aka tanks and bombers
Via the military industrial complex
Then they were sold at pure profit
To another country and are used
To eliminate grown fetuses
One is then responsible for the abortions
Hint hint your tax dollars at work
(In other words which Eurasian or
East Asian country that Oceania
May or may not be at war with
At any given time keeping the
Docile masses easily distracted)
Where those with camouflage lab jackets
Have the same ok to kill pre authorization
Imagine that, poorly trained teenagers given
Tools of terror to crudely perform abortions
Regardless that the mothers want
Their children to live, having been born
Growing with hopes and dreams
Waving and presenting a colorful rag
Will not an abortion prevent save showing
Which fetuses they would rather save
For what little I know of child birth
I have yet to hear that newborns
Have a flag birthmark on their body
Or religious symbols or a gift receipt
Since they are a “gift from God” LOL
Just in case you want to exchange them
Speaking of coincidence, just as I was pondering posting this. Along comes a quote to wrap this up. What perfect timing.
“The unborn” are a convenient group of people to advocate for. They never make demands of you; they are morally uncomplicated, unlike the incarcerated, addicted, or the chronically poor; they don’t resent your condescension or complain that you are not politically correct; unlike widows, they don’t ask you to question patriarchy; unlike orphans, they don’t need money, education, or childcare; unlike aliens, they don’t bring all that racial, cultural, and religious baggage that you dislike; they allow you to feel good about yourself without any work at creating or maintaining relationships; and when they are born, you can forget about them, because they cease to be unborn.
It’s almost as if, by being born, they have died to you. You can love the unborn and advocate for them without substantially challenging your own wealth, power, or privilege, without re-imagining social structures, apologizing, or making reparations to anyone. They are, in short, the perfect people to love if you want to claim you love Jesus but actually dislike people who breathe.
Prisoners? Immigrants? The sick? The poor? Widows? Orphans? All the groups that are specifically mentioned in the Bible? They all get thrown under the bus for the unborn.”
Methodist Pastor David Barnhart
In a recent post reminiscing
Over a video game Sim City
Mirroring a pseudo reality
Where seemingly out of
No where / now here
Buildings magically appear
As if with the click of a button
The latest abomination floating
In the concrete commercial cesspool
That I notice keeps appearing
Is some sort of health care structure
Hospitals, urgent care facilities
Walk in clinics, specialized “care”
Along with all the medical marijuana
Turned legal vying for customers
Dying to be anesthetized
“Last dance with Mary Jane
One more time to kill the pain”
– Tom Petty
Is it not any wonder with all of
The buildings geared toward
Mindless consumption and hoarding
(More on that later)*
That now people’s alleged health
Is being commoditized as well?
Alarms are silently blaring that
In the current consumptive society
It is telling itself that it is deathly sick
Adding one more layer of buying shit
In the intangible field of “health” care
Like an invisible product consumed
Through the auditory canal
All guess-work in a white coat
Putting a bandaid on the symptom
Never finding or having a cure
“Doctor Doctor what is wrong with me?
This supermarket life…. is getting long.”
– Roger Waters
Pateint : Doctor doctor my back hurts
Dr: Is it any wonder you are in pain
Besides all of the brain baggage
You are carrying in your mental arms
Look at all of the stuff you have
Excessively picked up at the stores
Then sent on to the landfills
You are acquiring the devolutionary
Pose of your ancestors and walking
All hunched over like a Neanderthal
Soon you will be on all four limbs
Scavenging for food in a wasteland
You have the cure in your cranium
Knowing what to do and not to do
However, since I am obliged to serve
The pharmaceutical industry
Here is a prescription to dull the pain
“I need a doctor, call me a doctor
I need a doctor, doctor
To bring me back to life.”
Dr. Dre w / Eminem
* As for mindless consumption and
In all likelihood I could be wrong
This is just an observation I see
Mass market and sporting goods
Retailers are propping up plastic
Kayaks outside their buildings
Chained up of course with big
Visible from the street price tags
I know nothing of kayaking or
Anyone who has a kayak, however
With the rivers running dry or at
Least not high enough long enough
To utilize such a purchase it ends
Up selling the idea of being able to
Maybeeee someday do kayaking
So……since it must be on sale
Better buy it now before they’re gone
Not to mention needing a bigger
Vehicle to move it from the store
Then store it in the storage unit
Of all the other unused purchases
See the trend of our sickened society
Buy and store collect then dispose
To make room for the cycle to continue
“If you believe that God gave you the Earth, that God created Earth for you, why would you not have to look after it? Why the fuck– Why would you not think that when he came back he wouldn’t go, “What the fuck did you do?” “I gave this to you, motherfucker.
Are you crazy?” “The polar bears are brown.” “What did you do to the polar bears?” “Did you shit all over every polar bear?”
“What did you–who did this? Who spilled this shit? Who spilled this?” “Come over here. Did you fucking spill this? What is that?”
“It’s oil. It’s just some oil. I didn’t mean to spill–”
“Well why did you take it out of the fucking ground?”
“Because I wanted to go faster.” “I’m not fast enough.” “And I was cold.”
“What the fuck do you mean, ‘cold’?”
“I gave you everything you needed, you piece of shit.”
“Well, because jobs, and I wanted–”
“What is a job? Explain to me, what’s a fucking job?”
“Well, like you work at a place and people call when their game doesn’t work and you help them figure it out.”
“What do you do that for?”
“For money.”
“What do you need money for?”
“Food.”
“Just eat the shit on the floor.” “I left shit all over the floor.” “Fucking corn and wheat and shit. Grind it up, make some bread. What are you doing?”
“God”
– Louis CK
“I made TWO versions, two versions two versions..”
Luther Cambell
Version
: a form or variant of a type or original
– M-W.com
In rare and random biblical references
Seeking to perceive truths through
“Holy” book passages and parables
Usually from ones plastered on billboards
Informing me I will find salvation and truth
And everlasting something or other……
(Methinks since the message is on a billboard
Someone is trying to sell salvation. Hmmmm)
“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
If you read this Mathew such-and-such
Or John so-and-so you will know God’s truth
WOW that would be spectacular….except
The passage via a short verse and
Eye catching picture to distract drivers
Is referenced to a specific “Brand” of bible
One, that has a “V” in it…….. K J V or N I V
King James “Version” or New Int’l “Version”
Well isn’t that just dandy……God’s Word
Altered by a dead monarch or large group
Holding or having zero accountability
In other “words” …..God’s Words
Let me repeat that…… God’s Words….
Need some man made mansplaining
Interpretation, deciphering, presentation
Distorting and recontextualizing
“God can magically inscribe stone tablets
Needs man to write write the Bible”
– FB meme
WTF! What that tells me, is the ego of man
Somehow supercedes the Sanctity of God
That their* beloved alleged creation is to
Stupid to understand that God is the Word
“In the beginning the Word already existed. The Word was with God, and the Word was God.”
John 1:1
So far the only verse that resonates a “truth”
* A true APAKALOBCOL (All Powerful All Knowing All Loving Omniscient Being Creator Of Life)
Would be equally distributed between
Gender archetypes for pure balance
Likewise encompassing all that is……
Life and death, up and down, good and evil
My perception then, is such that God’s words
Are “written” on each individual’s hearts of
Their respective being’s spark of the divine
Where language needs no interpretation
Only quiet meditations of deep breathing
To hone in on the unchanging divine message
Connected to a soul regardless the language
Skin color, geographical location or gender
Any word you utter
Any sentence you read
Any thought you think
Are created by you
The creator and are all
The word/s of God
WORD is neither
Feminine or masculine
Neither is thee God Force
Now the following version
Might be something I could understand
To actually discover the truth of the divine
Plus save millions of trees & digital storage
On the constant generational revisions to
Appease the latest lame mass or monarchy
“Breath deep, focus on your heart Chakra
The very center of your being’s being-ness
Know that you are you and the cosmos
Simultaneously one with the infinite
And as unique as an individual flame
To an incomprehensible universal fire”
– God
Hell, you might as well make-up your
Own version like I just did
But then, there would be…..
No version to “sell” or
Teacher to manipulate or
Beginning to understand or
Armageddon to ponder etc.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
“Or new versions
Of the old glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Eurasia was winning
East Asia was losing and
Oceania is thinking of
Entering the war
The “News” reported
Thousands of abortions
Are being performed
Slowly and painfully
Limbs are being torn
Beating hearts stifled
As “innocent” mothers
Are being killed too
In the operating “theater”
Of the front lines of battle
(You know why it is called theater?
Because it is entertaining)
To those with an adolescent
Mind set of picking sides
Cheering on the bully so
He doesn’t come after them
“When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.”
– Dr Wayne Dyer
On the rare occasion I do listen to the news, after sharpening my listening skills. (It is easier to cut through the bullshit.) The language one is presented with is very vague. Enticing perceptions it is hearing “facts”.
“Sources” say,
According to government “officials”, “Unconfirmed” reports.
You know what an “unconfirmed” report is, don’t you?
…….A “Rumor”. Ta-da distracted again.
“I look at war a little bit differently. To me, war is a lot of prick-waving okay?
Simple thing, that’s all it is, war is a whole lot of men standing out in a field waving their pricks at one another.
Men are insecure about the size of their dicks and so they have to kill one another over the idea.
That’s what all that asshole, jock bullshit is all about. That’s what all that adolescent, macho-male posturing, and strutting in bars and locker rooms is all about, it’s called “dick fear!”
Men are terrified that their pricks are inadequate and so they have to compete with one another to feel better about themselves and since war is the ultimate competition, basically, men are killing each other in order to improve their self-esteem.
You don’t have to be a historian or a political scientist to see the Bigger Dick foreign policy theory at work. It sounds like this:
“What? ! They have bigger dicks? ! BOMB THEM! ! !” And of course, the bombs and the rockets and the bullets are all shaped like dicks.
It’s a subconscious need to project the penis into other people’s affairs. It’s called: “FUCKING WITH PEOPLE! ! !”
– George Carlin
War is just another opportunity
To give, all those “right to lifers”
Something to do to stop
Out of the womb fetuses
From being terminated
Nah, why do that?
“Conservatives want live babies so they can raise them to be dead soldiers.”
– George Carlin
It is much more sporting when
Fetuses can breathe on their own
Be ambulatory enough to be
Moving camouflaged targets
Besides all their hard earned money already
Paid for weapons of mass destruction
What fun would it be
If they couldn’t be used
(Will need some justification to make more)
For the next generational genocide to
Abort bipedal earthling artists
With resources under their feet
Having been assigned dehumanizing
Monikers in the most recent two minutes hate
Seriously, think about it.
If instead, the talking heads pointed out
They are filming live abortions instead of
Just reporting opposing side casualties
By a mean land grabbing dictator
People might write their congress person
To stop using their money to kill fetuses
Or instead of waxing eloquently over
Whose weapon is bigger or farm tractor
That backfired and blew up a village
It declared that the extra large forceps
Have extracted the living beings from
The comfort of their home to die
In their eighteenth trimester
Or…..
Like the Superbowl, regardless the teams
People would watch anyway…..you know
……for the commercials?
“I don’t mind about the war, it’s one of the things I like to watch, if it is a war going on. ‘Cause then I know then if our side is winning, if our side is losing.
Roger Waters
“What God Wants, part 1”
From “Amused To Death”
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Looking at the world through a windshield. 