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Close But No Cigar


The dragon understood

What was necessary

Burn down the throne



The paradigm shift

Lasted too briefly

To sink in and grow



Still adhering to

The way it was

With modifications



To not serve all

Only to serve

Those deciding



To serve themselves

Expecting many

To kneel or bow



When all it is

Everyone needs

Is food and shelter



Love and compassion

Healing and guidance

Forgiveness and understanding



From “Rush’s” “2112”

[V. Oracle: The Dream]

‘…I guess it was a dream, but even now it all seems so vivid to me. Clearly yet I see
the beckoning hand of the oracle as he stood at the summit of the staircase…’

‘…I see still the incredible beauty of the sculptured cities and the pure spirit of man revealed in the lives and works of this world. I was overwhelmed by both wonder and understanding as I saw a completely different way to life, a way that had been crushed by the Federation long ago. I saw now how meaningless life had become with the loss of all these things…’

The lyrical adaptation.

I wandered home through the silent streets
And fell into a fitful sleep
Escape to realms beyond the night
Dream can’t you show me the light?

I stand atop a spiral stair
An oracle confronts me there
He leads me on light years away
Through astral nights, galactic days

I see the works of gifted hands
That grace this strange and wondrous land
I see the hand of man arise
With hungry mind and open eyes

They left the planet long ago
The elder race still learn and grow
Their power grows with purpose strong
To claim the home where they belong

Home to tear the Temples down…
Home to change!


The Vault

The vault door

To our soul

Has been

Left open

The contents

Have been


Unlikely to

Be returned

Leaving us

To be





Controlled by


Manipulated by


Driven to






Must keep

Looking though

One soul

At a time and


Permanently its



Was going to leave this end here.

However, the following started rolling around in my head, like the steel ball at the bottom of a freshly emptied can of spray paint. So am putting it here, before it dries.

Which is usually how most “bits” and lyrics end up in each post. I don’t recall what I had for breakfast, can barely remember how to tie my shoes.

Yet, the other stuff lines up, stage right, waiting for its cue to go on.

“What you see is not real,
Those who know will not tell
All is lost sold your souls
To this brave new world


Dragon kings dying queens,
Where is salvation now
Lost my life lost my dreams,
Rip the bones from my flesh


Silent screams laughing here,
Dying to tell you the truth
You are planned and you are damned
In this brave new world”

Excerpts from

“Iron Maiden”‘s

“Brave New World”




The Vision

“You know all that money we spend on nuclear weapons and defense each year, trillions of dollars, correct?

Instead — just play with this — if we spent that money feeding and clothing the poor of the world — and it would pay for it many times over, not one human being excluded — we can explore space together, both inner and outer, forever in peace.”

– Bill Hicks

The Vision

Nobody else

Seems to see


From words


By now

Dead men

Just more

Life affirming

Than words

Written by

Less recent

Dead men

Proving the point

May be pointless

Just * “Imagine”

If there was


No religion

How much better

We’d all get along


Trapped from


By the

Hamster wheel of





And greed

Oral ideologies

Transferred to and

From books

To brains


After generation

No where near

Ending the

Psychotic cycle

Of insanity



“Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today…. Aha-ah…

Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion, too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace… You…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world… You…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one”

– John Lennon

Would that really be so difficult

Nothing from that song

Is impossibly achievable

Just need to stop buying

Into differing ideologies

Geography and epidermis’s


Underneath it all

It boils down to

Blood and bones

Brains and biology

Riding on a rock

Hurling through the cosmos

At an incalculable speed

Protected only by a thin

Layer of ozone & atmosphere

Plus we are all being timed

Under the same watchful clock

Observed under the camera’s eye

“Our DNA hasn’t changed substantially in 100,000 years. We’re still operating out of the lower brain. The reptilian brain. Fight or flight. Kill or be killed.

Now, we like to think we’ve evolved and advanced because we can build a computer, fly an airplane, travel underwater. We can write a sonnet, paint a painting, compose an opera.

But you know something? We’re barely out of the jungle on this planet. Barely out of the fucking jungle.

What we are is semi-civilized beasts with baseball caps and automatic weapons.

And this civilization of ours that we’re so proud of, this civilization with its so-called civilized behavior, you ever stop and realize how fragile all this is?”

– George Carlin


Playing pawns as proletariat puppets

In our own misguided game of thrones

Convinced an or any individual can lead

When it is a just a money & power grab

Exercising will of hubris and henchmen

Doing dastardly deeds no divine deity

Would have in their enlightened masters

Playbook, preserving & protecting people

So why not behave like them that we

May too become enlightened masters

Know One

Know “One”

Is living above

The “Rule Of Law”


It needs be




Oh #uck


Just kidding

Let me think

How about

“Karmic Guidance”


“Enlightening Humanity”


“Enhancing Intuition”

Just because

The “Rule Of Law”

Is here and in place

By those it serves

Doesn’t make it

Right or best

When it is

Malleable and

Malignant in its


As it is man made

And extremely


So would be

The presented options



In the wording alone

Express benevolent


‘Stead of “electing”

A singular person

To “allegedly” “lead”

We could all

Help each other

Make sure everyone is


Fed and clothed

And until the system

Corrects itself

To those who bring

Harm to others

Forge forgiveness

Help healing begin

Remind of

Recurring reciprocity

As am quite sure

Will be getting on

The next ride

When this one is over


“The world is like a ride in an amusement park. And when you choose to go on it, you think it’s real because that’s how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly coloured and it’s very loud and it’s fun, for a while.

Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, “Hey — don’t worry, don’t be afraid, ever, because, this is just a ride…”

And we… kill those people.

“Shut him up.”

“We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real.”

Just a ride…… But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. But it doesn’t matter because:

“It’s just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one.”

– Bill Hicks


Flash by rapidly

Colorful and bright

Hues and shadows

Yet the scene only

Slowly changes

Decisions to make

Confront immediately

Not every action

Needs a reaction

Or indecision

Rules each

Passing moment

Left with

No devices

To choose

Right or wrong

Good or right

Bad or worse

Thoughts reoccur

In what my mind

Tells me is my brain

Projected as a

Sensory collector

Of sights and sounds

Taste and touch

Smells and the sublime

For what

No one knows

Memories are veiled

By curtains of

Differing dimensions

Flapping in a

Bemused breeze

Leaving us

Only experiencing

Each moment

Trying desperately

To drop off

Befuddled baggage

In a futile effort

To right

The world

Or perhaps

Write the world


In a crammed cranium

As it would like

It experienced

‘Stead of

Understanding and

Accepting it all

As a speck of dust

A Day Like No Other

Did you ever fall asleep on a late afternoon, you wake up after dark, and you don’t know what goddamn day it is?

– George Carlin

I want one of those.


Scripted Insincerity

@ Fast food joints

Is becoming the norm

As soon as

The tires trigger

The sensor

You are bombarded

Excuse me ……….


With a peppy

Looped recording

Welcoming you to

Fat, Salt and Sugar

Deadly dispensary

“Inviting” you

Because you’re


To partake in

Today’s deal

Of the profit push

Calorie counting killer

Wallet emptier

In the only form

Available outside

Audio enticement

Pleasant and quick

Unlike the death

Being digested

After all you are

Already there

Because you’re hungry

And “driving” thru

So you can get it fast

Tag lined

Order when you’re ready

As what follows

The script

Is now

A “live” person

Who couldn’t

Possibly have

Sustained that

Insincerity insanity

Driver after driver

Feeding the bottom line

Even though “money”

Isn’t actually

Being exchanged

Just plastic

For preservatives

Because you know

Inside you are

Spared that

Pesky pitch

As the

Silent screens

Do that for them

Flashing food

In impossible to

Eat portions

Each looking

Better than the last

Replacing indecision

With buy it all…

You have to figure

When they are

Processing for profit

Just based on

Crass consumption

That can’t possibly

Be what humans

Are here for







Everything is


For the

Target audience

To consume

Nothing else

Think not

Ask yourself

Why is only

The last part shown

Before consumption

Instead of

The whole process

Of the process

From greedy breeding

To inanimal conditions

To filthy



Pumped up

With hormones


Every last drop

Into the

Bottom line

When upon reflection

There are probably

More nutrients

In the

Happy meal box


The contents