At this point,
I don’t believe anything
While believing everything
Why not? It has all been
Protracted as well as reduced
To a meme or headline
Capturing doubt as an art
Convoluting science
With religion to prove nothing
2 + 2 might as well be 5, and 4
Numbers don’t exist in nature
We made them up for ourselves
For amusement, gambling, and taxes
Trade, weights, and measurements
Speed and distance either
Imperially or by metrics
Counting non existing money
A finger blaming who knows who
While the other three
Point at, you know who, who
Is responsible for perceptions
Of daily distractions
By not focusing on each
Miraculous moment
That occurs instantaneously
In the now, now, now, now….
Always, all ways, every which way
Forget the big conspiracies
JFK
9 11
Pearl Harbor
Gulf of Tonkin
Waco
Oklahoma
Flat Earth
Moon Landing
Which are all provable or not
If you follow the money, $
While the underlying conspiracies loom large
Keeping people suspicious against people
Via genders, immigration, climate change,
My team, your team, human ownership,
Alleged free speech, circumstantially
Eliminating intelligent speech and dialog
Red states, blue states, life beginnings,
Religions, guns, “drugs” vs. pharmaceutical
Poisons with warnings and permanent
Profits built-in, in case of a faulty product,
Debt ceilings, forest floors, wasted water,
Readily available water if only Canada
Would turn on that big faucet in Amerikkka’s
Newest northern fifty first state as soon as 47
Starts deporting the French unwanted immigrants
Ooopsie, got caught up in my own extrapolation
Just to show how, I, too, can be easily distracted
At least, that is my conspiracy schmeracy theory
As it comes with the alleged
Public presidential service job
For both the outgoing Joe
And the incoming schmuck
Seeing as how Gerald Ford
Accelerated this nonsense
By bypassing Congress and
The alleged “Rule of law”
Which are really just rules
Buy / by the rulers for the ruled
Which examined closely is the law
But where is the outrage
After all, both are riddled with
Unconscionable corruption
One “pre” pardoning non criminals
Plus, conveniently, family members
While the other, unpopularly
Pardons known violent criminals
Who won’t be deported because
Those criminals are loyal to their Royal
That alone ought to trigger
A peaceful, powerful revolution
Unfortunately, it will not happen
Because politics is like sports
With people picking their teams
Satiating a need to “belong” to
Something, even if it is duplicitous
Since the majority of the masses
Coagulate their chaos into one color
Though constant contradiction is
The standard bearer for both
As the “red” side will do everything
It can to save a fetus but will gladly
Arm and be armed to the teeth to
Kill anyone they feel is necessary or
Be willing to accept the order to do so
So much for saving, out of womb fetuses
The “blue” side will make sure you may
Extricate a fetus, like a pimple on a teenager
But go way out of their way to save a life
Of someone who has killed someone else
See how miraculously malleable morality
Is when one who has convinced themselves
Of mindless malignant moral superiority
Methinks people know that, but are so
Caught up in their own contradictions
It isn’t about doing the right thing but
Rather, what is acceptable within their herd
So it is not out of resignation that
A simple solution isn’t available
It is, however…….
The opportunity then permanently
Presents itself in personal behavior
Real responsibility and rhetoric to
Conduct themselves to their own
Highest autonomous authority and
Not put one’s self in a position where
Killing a human being is an option
There is no need to pardon my conscientiousness
Though you may pardon my bloated ego
For writing, my conscientiousness need not be pardoned
Would be a great
Place to start
Reducing them
To shards
Then fine dust
So that one
Can take
What remains
In order to
Breathe life into
The tiny particles
Making them
What most
Makes sense
To one’s self
Create a life
Of happiness
Be the God
That God / Word
Intended
All powerful
All knowing
All loving
All on your own
A construct
Of your mind
To make matter
What matters most
Not some easily
Indoctrinated
Sort of………..
Acceptable fantasy
Largely dictated by
Geography, language
Irrational customs
Drawings, images
Martyrs and bogeymen
That does not
Serve one’s
Evolution of
Self realization
In all of infinity
To bring relief
All by………….
Shattering beliefs
They are an automaton
Or a programmed robot
Yet, except for the hard drive
That runs the basic functions of
Heart, lungs, digestion & bowels
Everything else is recorded
Into the software through
Teaching and indoctrinations
Beliefs are bullied into brains
Whether it is God or democracy
Nationalism or bogeymen
Race superiority or gender fluidity
Generationally or instantly
It is all taught through
Innuendoes and impressions
Repeated and regurgitated
Via parents, society, and religion
The actual freedom to be
An individual imbued with
Independence and intelligence
Instinctual and inspired
By its host and surroundings
Is a far cry from the controlled
Consciousness of consumption
For the sake of more consumption
Buying your own chains that bind
To a life of debt, w/nonexistent money
Digitized numbers on a flashy screen
Satiating a modicum of happiness by
Believing one is “free” by having stuff
Speaking of non-ownership ownership
Does it not want to make you
“Puke in your soup” – George Carlin
Every time some nudnick refers
To a sports team as “My team”
(Because those members can
Manipulate a ball with hands or feet
They become so artificially proud.)
As if they are participating in profits
Or their waving, shouting, and gestures
Affect / effect any different outcome
Like a paid coach on the sidelines
Yet, knowing more about “their” team
Statistics, salaries, and scandals
Than their child’s school teachers or
Emotional stability and influencing friends
Owning nothing more than
Deceptive distractions from divinity
Occupying mind space with mush
“Give them bread and circuses, and they will never revolt.”
– Juvenal, a poet in ancient Rome.
That is where we are at folks. Wish us luck!
All because no one wants to think…….
For “Joe”
“There’s time to live and time to die
When it’s time to meet the maker
There’s time to live, but isn’t it strange
That as soon as you’re born, you’re dying…
…and reborn again??”
“Clairvoyant”
– Iron Maiden
What if instead
During the human “dying process,”
When you hear the term “end of life,”
It gets replaced with “end of chapter”
Since another will surely follow
Not to euphemise death, per se
As to pretend it does not occur
But rather change the perspective
As a continuation of an energy
That once materialized into
This dimension from another
(Why else, is it called, an arrival?
Because the Stork, comes from….?)
On a journey to yet a different realm
Serving purposes in various stages
The anticipation of their “arrival”
Smiles, coos, first words, crawling,
Eating, pooping, wiping, bathing,
Standing, walking, birthdays, speaking,
Peddling, dancing, singing, learning,
Playing, reading, engaging, testing,
Passing, failing, falling, trying, growing,
Developing a personality, understanding,
Making funny faces, laughing, crying,
Joking, lying, confessing, truthing,
Skiing, swimming, skating, sledding,
Stealing, returning, begging, apologizing,
Driving, speeding, crashing, healing,
Maturing, working, earning, saving,
Spending, wasting, drinking, recovering,
Dining, dating, anticipating, marrying,
Procreating, starting this process again,
Guiding, teaching, sharing, learning,
Traveling, sightseeing, experiencing,
Maturing, retiring, resting, sleeping,
Remembering, forgetting, forgiving,
Eating, pooping, wiping, bathing,
Smiles, grunts, last words, waving,
The consternation of their “departure”
This is where the story splits
They go on in a chapter you can’t read
While you re-read the chapter, they were in
Or burn the book depending on circumstances
Either way, it is all just energy
You experience as it occurs
Good, bad, indifferent, wasted
Remembered or forgotten
“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.”
– Bill Hicks
“Heaven Can Wait”
“Can’t understand what is happening to me
This isn’t real. This is only a dream
But I never have felt, no I never have felt this
way before
I’m looking down on my body below
I lie asleep in the midst of a dream
Is it now could it be the Angel of Death has come for me
I can’t believe that really my time has come
I don’t feel ready. There’s so much left undone
And it’s my soul, and I’m not gonna let it get away
Heaven can wait / Heaven can wait
Heaven can wait / Heaven can wait ’til another day
I have a lust for the Earth below
And Hell itself is my only foe
‘Cause I’ve no fear of dying
I’ll go when I’m good and ready
I snatch a glimpse of the lights’ eternal rays
I see a tunnel I stand amazed
At all of the people standing there in front of me
Into the paths of rightness, I’ll be led
Is this the place where the living join the dead
I wish I knew this was only just a nightmare
Take my hand. I’ll lead you to the promised land
Take my hand. I’ll give you immortality
Eternal youth, I’ll take you to the other side
To see the truth, the path for you is decided
My body tingles. I feel so strange
I feel so tired. I feel so drained
And I’m wondering if I’ll ever be the same again
Is this in limbo or Heaven or Hell
Maybe I’m going down there as well
I can’t accept my soul will drift forever
I feel myself floating back down to Earth
So could this be the hour of my rebirth
Or have I died, or will I wake from dreaming?”
Heaven Can Wait…….
– Iron Maiden
Plus a little magic
Comedians are funny
Leaders lead
Comedians do not lead
Leaders are not funny
It confuses things
Comedians have
No one to lead
They are individuals
Leading themselves
Making people laugh
By telling the truth
Or embellishing
Exaggeration to make fun
Unfortunately leaders
Manipulate truths
To lead people
Incapable of
Leading themselves
In the end, nothing
Really ever changes
The question then is
Would you rather laugh
By hearing some truths
Or be lied to assuming it
Does someone else good
“Laughter is the corrective force which prevents us from becoming cranks.”
― Henri Bergson
The same goes for magicians
They do not describe how
They will perform the illusion
(Except for Penn & Teller
But, that’s another story)
They do it, and you are in awe
Trying to figure it out now & later
Yet, if they say they are going to
Pull a rabbit out of an “empty” hat
You focus on the hat and how….
Not to be distracted by sleight of mind
Of course, when no effort is made
To actually produce a rabbit
You realize slowly that there was never
Going to be any rabbit anywhere
That it was intended to string
You along from distraction
To distraction while no magic
Ever gets done, just a series
Of hyperbole for its own sake
Plus the ego of the petulant magician
With just enough audience members
Left to keep others from leaving by
Cajoling them into staying because
This time, he will do it….just watch
Not realizing, the suspense is killing them
If only the entire audience would just
Wake up, pack up, and leave the performer
He would have no one to perform for
Trouble is, we are a
Hopeful gambling species
A collective Charlie Brown
Trusting that this time
Lucy will hold the ball
So we can kick it forever far
Meanwhile, each time
No matter how many times
We trust and trust and trust
We land flat on our back
Winded, bruised, ashamed
But willing to trust again
Shame on us
So busy laughing and crying
At the comedy and tragedy
We fail to recognize
Our own ability to perform
Our own magic
Of being kind,
Helpful and compassionate
To our fellow space travelers
In other words……
Since we are all one……
To our selves
The entertainment for the next 4 years is not new. You’ve seen this entertainment through and through. Nothing will change or get done, but hopefully, at the end, you will be laughing and not crying boo-hoo.
My apologies to Jim Morrison
To alter the overall experience
The collective is having now
As the distractions are
Coming in full steam ahead
By intention or circumstance
AI, man-made, or nature
Sadly, like a runaway train
Each will have to run their course
Inevitably crashing or slowed by gravity
“If you don’t want it
It remains the same
It’s a heart of darkness
That wants to play that game
If there’s no defiance
It remains insane
If it’s all compliance
It’s ’s a runaway train
It’s a runaway train. “
“Runaway Train”
– Geddy Lee
Fortunately for the first two, AI & man
Nature is a self correcting system
Nature made human, human-made AI
Nature likes to show off to get our attention
To exhibit as to who is really in charge
If we can only learn to follow her,
Our mother earth, will we learn balance
Until then, we have no alternatives
But to ride out the runaway train
Everyone’s own solipsistic universe
Is immersed in with everyone else’s
Keeping them separate when necessary
Or intermingled when it is required
All depends on shared energies,
Openness, reception, and awareness
To seek out other’s help is to recognize
That the other person in your world…..is you
The same thing goes in reverse, so it would seem
When you help others, you are helping yourself
I can not prove anything
But merely present
Both sides of a situation
“The optimist proclaims that we live in the best of all possible worlds; and the pessimist fears this is true.”
— James Branch Cabell
It must be my contrarian
Nature not to stand for
Anything, save hoping
That truths may reveal
Themselves in mirrors of
Words, content & context
Projections and perceptions
There is no proof in any
Beliefs or feelings
That are as substantial
As the cold dark
Vacuum of space
We pass through each moment
Save being a part of it
While also rushing through
The God Particle
At non break neck
Breakneck speed
Including everything and nothing
Leaving the same in our
Track less wake behind us
In moments, microseconds,
Jiffies, minutes, days,
Weeks, months years,
Generations and lifetimes
Measured in inches or centimeters
Miles or kilometers
Eons, lifetimes or infinity
It is all happening all at once
Yet, we get to experience it
Miraculously and linearly
For no purpose or meaning
Other than what we assign
Whichever momentary reason
Tickles our fancy
For a serotonin surge
While carrying our baggage
Of old faded memories
Alongside future plans
(That’s a lot to carry)
Yet, can not hold on to
One moment to the next
Having come from
No where, now here
Not digitized or compressed
Into a zip or hard drive
Rather a gray spongey
Infinite capacity brain
That is very slowly
Allegedly evolving
With no extra hardware
Co-powered between
The mind and heart
Seeing as how there is
No separation
Between those
Likewise it is the same
Between ourselves
And all of infinity.
Wouldn’t it be great and evolutionary if one were to involuntarily vomit after ingesting (hearing, and or seeing) toxic (useless for the soul’s advancement) information.
Same goes, after one’s bullshit meter stays pegged at max.
“You’ll be listening to some guy, saying, well, he’s fairly intelligent.
Ah, he’s full of shit.”
– George Carlin
Hurl, spew, heave, wretch, purge, egurgitate
Like drinking excessive or dangerous amounts of alcohol, your body (in order to protect itself) expunges the overwhelming toxins. Usually in the form and / or color of food sitting underneath it.
For example, listening to corporate/government/propaganda media randomly is like a single glass of wine or a cold beer. You stop by, listen, and move on. No harm, no foul. Its lasting effects / affects are usually gone within an hour.
But when you listen over and over, imbibing excessively on the same drinks, (fear, hate, division) delivered by different bartenders (show hosts, aka talking heads) at the same bar (networks) you involuntarily vomit. With nary a chance to make it to a porcelain throne.
Since it is your brain, overwhelmed by the deceptions and distractions, it produces a gray bile, different from “regular” puke, so you would at least know when to stop. Leave the bad bar. (Turn off the TV or radio)
Drink some coffee (listen to music / read a book) to let your brain and imagination recuperate. Question why it was necessary to even seek out such toxicity. …
Perhaps, recognize that the perceived inadequacies of self are the cause of both alcohol consumption and deceptive distractions. Realize that you are enough without substances or sour sentences strung together to strangulate your sense of self.
Looking at the world through a windshield. 