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
Could not come soon enough
To arouse the living dead
From their narcissistic
Self serving slumber that
It is not okay to be a bully
Sharp, blunt, fast or slow
Words are only words or
What one was supposed
To have learned is…….
“Sticks and stones may
Break my bones, but
“WORDS” will never hurt me,”
Or my wife, or my feelings
Regardless of who
Makes those words audible
Least of all, a comedian using
The tools of their trade to
Build content from context
To inspire laughter and thought
“Will Smith just smacked the shit out of me”
//
“I didn’t know that this year was
going to be the most exciting Oscars ever!”
– Chris Rock
“When you change the way
You look at things,
The things you look at change.”
– Dr Wayne Dyer
What if Michelle Wolf
Delivered those lines
Making a movie reference
Some twenty five years old
To a beautiful bald woman
In a role with a hairless head
Or another “Rock”, Dwayne Johnson
All of the outcomes
Would have been entirely different
(If Will Smith hitting Chris Rock
Sounds funny, consider replacing
Will Smith with Airplanes and
Chris Rock with The Twin Towers)*
* FB meme
Not so funny now is it
Had the same words come
Out of either Michelle or Dwayne’s mouth
My guess is Will, would have
Remained…….seated
For the sake of perspective though
If it were the words that caused “harm”
And Will stormed the stage
To intentionally assault Michelle Wolf
Security and or some of the
Self-agrandizing audience would
Have subdued the emotionally
Unbalanced actor instantly
Had it been Dwayne saying those words
A. Will may have had his head
Handed back to him or
B. Will would have remained seated
To actually “tend” to his wife to
Sooth and nurture Jada’s feelings
As Robin Quivers on the Howard Stern show
So clearly and eloquently observed
If his wife, was actually his concern
How ironic is it that the “Wake-up Slap”
Came from the allegedly “woke”
Though they quickly turned a blind eye
To the violence right in front of them
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Can occur
In the only
Place it can
The mind
Where everything
Is possible
Forward or reverse
I first discovered the invisible time machine at a restaurant, while sipping my coffee. Being my usual quiet self at our table, having nothing intelligent to say, or add. Noticed a table of an elderly, coffee klatch club.
The time machine beckoned me to concentrate on the faces of the four sitting near me. While watching their mannerisms and tone.
Observed, through an age regression perception, them go through a transformation back to their youth, while still sitting at the table.
Just like in the movies, using “time” lapse photography, CGI and the rapid night/day visual.
Next, saw the same people, now sitting at a “kids” table. Drinking juices instead of coffee.
Figuring out, went back about sixty years. To see them behave exactly the same, in smaller bodies and fresher faces.
The alpha then/now was the alpha now/then. Talking and taking over the conversation with grandiose self importance. The timid one smiling and noding, the other two getting in what they could.
Then with a clink of a fork, was brought back to the present, yup, same kids, back in their worn out bodies and wrinkled faces. The trip took all of fifteen to twenty seconds. No one around me, noticed I was “gone”.
Realizing, as by writing this, the whole restaurant section went through this warp. To the “ages” of five through about nine. Which is good, so the grandkids didn’t disappear.
Post, observing my self, amongst my group/family, am too basically the same. In my own little world trying to think of something intelligent or useful to say.
“I don’t fit in anywhere, man, I really don’t. I don’t agree with anything either, not even what I just said so, think you see the problem here. Stranded without a clue.”
– Bill Hicks
Then or now, this is neither my time or place to be here. That perhaps is a little egotistical, projecting myself in a future or a past, knowing neither exist. Trying to realize what purpose I serve, that could not be replaced by a commoditized cog in an unstoppable wheel.
Which is where “we” are at..
“Too many people
Causing too many
Problems, not enough
Love to go around.”
– Genesis
“Land of Confusion”
Nothing that I have ever written or said has slowed that down one iota. My only saving grace is that I never contributed to the problem in this land of confusion.
“Time” will only tell.
“I left no litter behind.
That’s your problem.
I’m treating this planet like
The fucking rental car that it us
And I’m turning it in trashed
With a bumper hanging off
Fuck your insurance,
Fuck the environment,
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 none.”
– Doug Stanhope
While traveling on your own trip
You can travel back and forth
On your own volition
By taking a “moment” to do so
Observe a person or yourself
As you perceive them/you “now”
Give them/yourself a quick study
Of the personality traits
You see/experience
Run those forward/reverse
Depending on the “age”
See that regardless of “time”
All that is encapsulated in
The being you have chosen
Is the same from their first
Introductory breath to
Their final exhalation
All the #uck-ups and attaboy’s
Hoard of possessions
Or empty hands matters not
(You can’t take it with you)
That person is the same
“Infinity is so big, that everything that has ever happened, on earth in the exact same order, down to………. that … pause has happened an infinite number of times, all through out the universe.
Everywhere in space, there is a you, making the same colossal f**king errors, that you’ve made your entire life.
So if anybody ever tells you, you can do better. Go…………Apparently not.”
That’s infinity.”
Joe Rogan
Beliefs are a lot like gravity
If you are not careful
They can bring you down
An invisible intangible energy
You know you have them, but
Can not explain how they work
It takes tremendous force
To overcome their pull
Regardless, you are likely
To return to them anyway
Though unlike gravity, beliefs
Are a learned phenomenon
As in accepting 2 + 2 = 4
Through repetition & memorization
Or does 2 + 2 = 5 yet?
Best check my Orwellian calendar.
Beliefs are as intangible
As holding your breath
In open palms
Yet people cling to them
Like it is their last one
I know I have used the following, before
However it is the most clear and concise
Apt description of defining beliefs beyond
The definition of belief itself
“I just think it is interesting to see how people act on their beliefs you know what I mean.
Because your beliefs are just that, they are just how you were taught and raised. That doesn’t make them real.”
– Bill Hicks
“Belief :
A state or “habit” of mind in which
Trust or confidence is placed in some
Person or thing”
– M-W.com
Beliefs are not even fantasy given form
They are abstractions based on rumors
Collective beliefs are nothing more than
Shared perceptions of indoctrinated opinions
Experienced as a group hallucination and still
If you isolated members of that group, have
Them explain their version of the similar belief
You would find they would not match
I’m guessing on a percentile accuracy scale
They would not even be close to the same
The cool part about beliefs, is their quick
Convenience and mushy malleability
Especially when they surround that
Other invisible force known as God
Twice the fun with half the credibility
“The God excuse.
The last refuge of a man with no answers and no argument, it came from god.
Anything we can’t describe, must have come from God.”
George Carlin
You hear about it all the time
Usually after a personal tragedy
Or a collective calamity in which
Some people die and some do not
(Thank God, Tom survived the airplane crash)
“Let’s just think about this for a minute”
– Bill Hicks
Before realizing what an empty cliché it is.
Starting of course with God. Not to worry, though, “he” can handle any criticism that this post could possibly dole out.
God, the “belief” in an all powerful, invisible Santa Clause caricature type dude. Floating in a cloud, on a golden throne, watching everything, his global genocidal flood leftover survivors are up to.
When not preparing and planning for some Armageddon battle, “he” “should” already know the outcome of……….DUH!
Pulling and slacking more strings, than a band of puppeteers putting on a side show.
God sees out of the corner of his eye, an airplane descending rapidly (due to gravity and faulty wiring) just in “time”. (which does not exist.) To save Tom and a few others.
The dissonance in the belief, that an APAKALOBCOL, (All Powerful All Knowing All Loving Omniscient Being Creator Of Life) could save Tom and some others is contrary to the contemplation that God could have prevented the whole plane crash in the first place. Ooopsie.
WTF is so important about Tom?
“You got me runnin’, goin’ out of my mind
You got me thinkin’ that I’m wastin’ my time
Don’t bring me down
No, no, no, no, no
Ooh-ooh-hoo
I’ll tell you once more
Before I get off the floor
Don’t bring me down”
– Jeff Lynn
“Now, believe is a word that I have a serious problem with, right, because it has a “Lie” in the middle.
“DNA” Descendant Now Ancestor
– John Trudell
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Could I possibly believe
That different glasses
Are going to change
My beliefs ??????????
With the current state of affairs
Projected on to the world’s stage
Cast from the collective mind’s eye
I dream of dystopian nightmares
As a respite from agonizing reality
Besides being an oxymoron
All news is old news
Only the names have been changed
To protect the corporations
From the illusion
That it is not regurgitating
Previously consumed information
Otherwise its consumers
Would arise from their slumber
Revolt and demand new news
Instead of steady stories of
“WAR, FAMINE, DEATH, AIDS, (VIRUSES) HOMELESS, RECESSION, DEPRESSION, WAR, FAMINE, DEATH, AIDS. (VIRUSES)”
“WAR, FAMINE, DEATH, AIDS, (VIRUSES) HOMELESS, RECESSION, DEPRESSION, WAR, FAMINE, DEATH, AIDS. (VIRUSES)”
– Bill Hicks
The “News” could broadcast, print. inform
That there are no sides to a sphere
Any notion of East, North, West, South
Are illusions made-up by bipedal earthlings
To contaminate craniums with crapola
Strip individual souls of their sanctity
If the sphere is spinning on a rotated axis
Millions of miles per hour while
Hurling through the vacuum of space
Does it really “matter” which part
May be “up or down”, “left or right “
Since it is in the Goldilocks zone
Supporting life between its
Molten core and eggshell fragile atmosphere
One of trillions of other stars and planets
That go on infinitely forever
Oh wait, there is no money in that. Ooopsie
How could it possibly suggest then
That we are all of one consciousness
Experiencing itself subjectively miraculously
Through the sensations of unexplainable
Senses of taste, touch, sight, smell, hearing
Wasted filling empty opinions about “sides”
Who is conquering who seeking power
Over its own self and better interest
Oh wait, there is no money in that. Ooopsie
Best continue with distractions of deception
“It’s always one bloody war after another, and one knows the news is all lies anyway.”
– “Julia”
– “1984”
//
WAR IS PEACE
FREEDOM IS SLAVERY
IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH
– “1984”
Nearly 75 years later
We have that notion down pat
“1984” was written in 1948
How can anyone have alliances
Opposing enemies if you are in
A constant state of flux of knowing
Not knowing who your enemy is
Oceania has always been at war
With Eurasia or was it East Asia
Better flip on the “old” news
Can you even “Imagine”* the possibilities
If we succumbed to an awareness that
Earth is a birth mother to all its children and
Wish they wouldn’t fight amongst themselves
Only slightly changing the narrow narrative
Between knee jerk emotional pull topics
WAR, FAMINE, DEATH, AIDS, (VIRUSES) HOMELESS, RECESSION, DEPRESSION, RACE, GENDER, POLITICS, NATIONALITY, FLAGS, GUNS, RIGHTS, ABORTION, RELIGION, SCANDAL, CELEBRITY, WEALTH, ENVIRONMENT, ETC ETC ETC……..
//
“Then you look out your window – (crickets chirping) – where’s all this shit going on, man?
Ted Turner is making this shit up.”
– Bill Hicks
“Imagine”
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
(If you can’t take it with you
It is not yours to begin with)
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
The Noon New News
“Today a young man on acid (no acid necessary, breathing, will suffice) realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively.
There is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.
Here’s Tom with the Weather.”
– Bill Hicks
Isn’t the sunniest of your disposition
Related more to your outlook than
Atmospheric conditions of heat and light?
Now, that would be NEW NEWS.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
By an Orthopedic Clinic
Plastering the highway
Obstructing good views
On not one billboard
But four in a series
Facing both directions
Read like a graphic novel
With both words and pictures
Encouraging risky behavior
Not as in deadly activities
Just where bones are broken
RUN, PLAY, LIVE, FIX
Something like that
As the message and pictures
Seem to change quarterly
(Have to do something with
Those gross gross profits
To satiate inflated egos)
Pictures of skiers, runners
Hikers and motorcyclists, etc
All geared towards the notion
If you break it we will fix it
Which is a strange large shingle
To hang out near the highway
If you break something you are
Headed to the closest ER
(Yes, honey I know my shin bone
Is protruding out through my skin
And blood is still dripping from
The open wound, but what is
The name of that ortho clinc?
Quick… drive by highway 55 & 43
Maybe we can catch the address
Yeah, the one with the smug picture
Of all white dudes in lab coats, standing
Arms crossed on the fourth billboard.)
As long as there is
Mind competition vying for one’s
Precious attention units
Wouldn’t it be better if book stores
Occupied that same space
With a more dangerous message
STAY, HOME, READ EVOLVE
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
Maybe…..we could grow another digit
………….To turn the pages faster.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Amber lights
Keep us aware
Crimson lights
Advise us to stop
Green lights
Guide us to go
Crimson, cyan and white
Flashing rapidly
Signal troubles
Ahead or behind
Thousands of tiny
Pixelated pulses of
Rainbow lights
Instantly flashing
Keep us pixilated*
And…..or….asleep
“Pixilated :
somewhat unbalanced mentally”
M-W.com
Just learned that myself.
Why do you think they are called pixels?
I know the spelling is different, but come on.
“Watching television
Is like taking
Black spray paint
To your
Third eye.”
– Bill Hicks
“Hello, darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again”
– Simon and Garfunkel
I am guessing that, unlike in the movies, suicide is probably a lot more difficult to clean up after. Physically, emotionally and spiritually.
“We teach best what we need to learn most ourselves.”
– Richard Bach
R.I.P. Greg G
Information is coming in, in slow drips and drabs. Like the blood oozing out of the exit wound, of the death / suicide of a former classmate, turned coworker. Boss actually, however the classmate designation, kept us on equal footing.
After a series of medical maladies, seizures, cancer, respiratory and brain damage. Life was taking its toll, the latest round was jaw surgery.
All of the life is precious mantras, are not going to do one lick of good. You can put brand new batteries, in a car all day long. If it has been totaled, it is not going very far.
Forced to retire for ill health, living nearby, would see Greg, outside and get in a quick chat. Observing his new skinny frame and pasty ghost like appearance.
First hearing of his death, figured everything finally caught up to him. Turns out it did, just quicker than he was willing to wait for.
By driving himself out to the woods, (this is the picture, painted so far, the rest is by, the most likely scenario. The rumor mill, will never grind out the truth.) finding a spot to park his truck, just enough out of the way.
Locking it up, wouldn’t want anyone to steal, it, though, he wasn’t going to be using it any more. Walking “far” enough into the forest so nobody will hear the “one” shot.
Laying in the leaves and snow. Catching nature’s early spring ritual of completing its decomposition, so that it may start anew.
Exiting this world, did not make the truck, gun and rotting corpse dissappear, merely matter to be located, by suspecting passers-by.
Starting with the truck, then subsequent searches for the owner and why. Or the bloody body, could have been discovered by teenage “folfers” (frisbee golfers). Playing in the woods, that might dampen their game.
Besides attempts to make suicide illegal by the likes of those like John Ashcroft, it ought be a viable option to every body. Can’t quite make suicide a capital offense, now can we? There are no repeat offenders.
If you kill yourself we will kill you again. Because suicide is against the law. Ooopsie. That is the power, the “state” thinks it has, in determining who gets to live or die.
“Life is like a movie, if you’ve sat through more than half of it and it’s sucked every second so far, it probably isn’t going to get great right at the end and make it all worthwhile. No one should blame you for walking out early.”
Doug Stanhope
Perhaps the black pill option, would have been a lot more dignified and less messy.
Greg was obvious in rough shape.
Maybe the scales of life could be balanced if the notion, death is precious, at least under various conditions, would warrant it.
Consider how less messy it would have been, had he made the decision to leave, to say goodbye to his loved ones and friends, get shit in order, and make peace before the departure.
In his condition, who really could have argued that it is a bad idea. Maybe the Christians, would be jealous he would get to meet Jesus before they did. Therefore keep drumming into the collective psyche that only life is precious.
Everyone is carrying around, their black pill anyway. (If I am wrong, then I think darker than I dark think.)
If you are going to pick an exit of your own choosing, that black pill is always readily available. That methinks every one is carrying, might be compartmentalized deep in the cranium, but, there is a notion or a plan. One that has been visited at least once, as an option, that if things get worse, there is a way or ways to make that final exit.
His black pill, just happened to be made of brass and filled with gunpowder, leaving too many questions unanswered. Plus getting a lot more people involved, then need be.
When Bob Gunton played Warden Norton in the Shawshank Redemption, near the end of the movie, in the scene where the quick culmination of his dirty deeds were about to come to fruition. He took his own life with a gun.
Well not really, Bob Gunton is still alive. Warden Norton is dead, well not really, still his “suicide” had to be cleaned up. After being “staged” on a set with props, sound effects of a gunshot, broken glass, a dropped pistol and slumped body, corn syrup and food coloring.
Hopefully in one “shot”, ummm “take”. Safe to say, Bob cooperated getting up off the chair, so there was no dead weight to move around.
In case the scene had to be redone.
I’d rather be on the set in a warm Hollywood stage cleaning up that “mess”, than the one, the authorities, family and the unintentionally involved had to.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Looking at the world through a windshield. 