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Using an outdated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
There’s no final straw
Back is horribly broken
The camel is dead
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No atlas to shrug
Hercules has dropped the ball
Must carry ourselves
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We shall make a leap
A paradigm shift of sorts
Into a new world
One that suits humanity
Plus the host that it comes from
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If the right destructive device came along that has no Achilles heel. One as such, that no army could defeat. No weapon would work to counter its offense. Historically and futuristically provable. One that would consciously or circumstantially force you to alter your thinking and feeling about your fellow human beings. That will experience the same demise whether you band together or not. At least you would have come to understand their similar fears, beliefs, loves, families, griefs, hopes and dreams.
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That destructive device is called.
Death
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“Dreamer” Ozzy Osbourne
Gazing through the window
at the world outside
Wondering will mother earth survive
Hoping that mankind
will stop abusing her
sometime
After all there’s only just the two of us
And here we are still fighting for our lives
Watching all of history repeat itself
Time after time
I’m just a dreamer
I dream my life away
I’m just a dreamer
Who dreams of better days
I watch the sun go down
like everyone of us
I’m hoping that the dawn
will bring a sign
A better place for those
Who will come after us …
This time
I’m just a dreamer
I dream my life away oh yeah
I’m just a dreamer
Who dreams of better days
Your higher power may be
God or Jesus Christ
It doesn’t really matter much to me
Without each others help
there ain’t no hope for us
I’m living in a dream of fantasy
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
If only we could all just find serenity
It would be nice if we could live as one
When will all this anger, hate and bigotry …
Be gone?
I’m just a dreamer
I dream my life away
Today
I’m just a dreamer
Who dreams of better days
Okay
I’m just a dreamer
Who’s searching for the way
Today
I’m just a dreamer
Dreaming my life away
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
The vile-ness
That spews
Under my breath
Is getting louder
Or my hearing
Is getting worse
Either way
Must scope
Out the problem
Keeping my mouth
Closed might work
Pour some antiseptic
On the bacteria
Infecting my brain
It produces
To kill the dis-ease
Hoping to hamper
The horrific halitosis
Hindering my humanity
The truth is tangled
The mind is mangled
The lips purse
The tongue ties
The throat’s parched
The stomach churns
The acids reflux
The nostrils flare
The ears perk
The fists clench
The knuckles crack
The teeth knash
The head bumps
The bones creak
The face flushes
The hair bristles
The voice raises
The eyes pierce
The pupils constrict
The sphincter tightens
The “funny” bone pains
The heels dig
The toes curl
The heart hardens
The blood boils
The veins pop
The lungs expand
The chest puffs
The brow furrows
The temples pound
The arms swing
The hips sway
The muscles tense
The arteries flow
The elbow jabs
The forearm wrestles
The shoulders blade
The foot kicks
The knee jerks
The wrists turn
The finger flips
The nails scratch
The legs firm
The ankle twists
The nose twitches
The hair pulls
The spine tingles
The ego bruises
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Is it any wonder
I’m so #ucking
Exhausted
“The opposite of a profound truth is
another profound truth” – Niels Bohr
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A clever meme
With creative graphics
Contrasting colors
Witty expressions
Quotation marks
Storytelling scenes
Does not a truth make
Truth is not a science
It is only a perception
Like any of your beliefs
Audio visual olfactory
Tactile and taste guide
Yet
Those senses are subject
To suggestion and sway
Fastidiousness and fray
Audio can be tested by
Playing the telephone game
With just three people
And five words
What gets back to you
Will not be the “truth” you said
Regardless what you
Articulately whispered
Could look for a visual truth
It is said that your eyes
Can play “tricks” on you like
A “Mirage” in the dessert
When sleep deprivation
Can provide the same
Hallucinating reality between
Deciphering holograms
In a statedly conscious
Unconscious state
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Trial before Pilate from Jesus Christ SS
I look for truth and find that I get damned.
– JC
What is truth?
Is truth unchanging law?
We both have truths.
Are mine, the same as yours?
– Pilate
Reinterpreted via – Andrew Lloyd Weber
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That must be what
It all boils down to
Truth
Your truth
My truth
Naked truth
Whole truth
Half truth
Hidden truth
Inconvenient truth
God’s truth
Honest truth
Honest to God’s truth
So help me God’s truth
Like God
Truth Is open to interpretation
It is in the eye of the beholder
Or perhaps hearts and minds
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“And That’s the Truth”
“Pblblthhhh”
– Lily Tomlin
The world outside
Ourselves
Is not a world
Outside our self’s
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It is a mirrored
Reflection
Tiny aspects
Of the whole
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Linear sequencing
Momentary events
Enhance knowledge
Clarify understanding
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Not without duty
A price will be paid
Sacrifices cost
Rewards evanesce
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Must not remain
Inside where it is warm
When it gets as cold
As the world outside
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Jewel thieves
Car jackers
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Keep doing what you are doing
Should you get caught red handed
You can use metaphysical science
And presidential precedent to plea
Not guilty
Just surround yourself with enough
Noodniks, lawyers and hangers-on
To make your innocence case for you
On the inferred suggestion intimated
That hints you may share the booty
Or perhaps get to drive the stolen car
Or wear the shiny diamond for a time
Play with the “power and prestige”
Even though it was ill gotten gain
If as they say you can’t take it with you
Which seemingly applies to everyone
Therefore no one “owns” anything, right?
Henceforth making it impossible to steal
Besides that, all you would have to do is
Make them “define” “money” should you
Have duffle bags full of what was “stolen”
Prosecutor: you were caught with 2m worth of cash in your bags
Defendant: those are just rectangular pieces of cloth with ink on them
Prosecutor: they have value assigned to them by the treasury
Defendant: still regardless, how the cloth is printed, costs are the same
Prosecutor: yes, but society has agreed these have values of exchange
Defendant: understood, however the insurance will replace it therefore it is like it was never missing.
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Judge : You have a point. Not Guilty.
Looking at the world through a windshield. 