* “Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto”
.
A mind molested
Fraught with fear
What parents suggested
That much was clear
.
What they did do
Is not what you saw
Having no proof or clue
Was a glaring flaw
.
Irrevocable things they did say
What hath meanings of a word
Haunt me to this very day
Guess I’m just being absurd
.
Leaving me to question
Reality and existence
With no reservation
Paying the penance
.
Just to reassure
They meant no harm
Emotionless future
Tripped no alarm
.
Do nothing wrong
You will not get caught
Go along get along
Become a good robot
.
Dependent and small
On them you’re reliant
Do not stand up too tall
Keep remaining compliant
.
Truths were quite malleable
Depending on their need
Making them infallible
What a dastardly deed
.
It is not my desire
Though it’s been suggested
To write the world on fire
From a mind molested
.
.
* From
“Mr Roboto”
“Styx”
“You’re wondering who I am
(secret secret I’ve got a secret)
Machine or mannequin
(secret secret I’ve got a secret)
With parts made in Japan
(secret secret I’ve got a secret)
I am the modren man
I’ve got a secret
I’ve been hiding
Under my skin
My heart is human,
My blood is boiling,
My brain I.B.M.
So if you see me
Acting strangely,
Don’t be surprised
I’m just a man who
Needed someone,
and somewhere to hide
To keep me alive
Just keep me alive
Somewhere to hide
To keep me alive
I’m not a robot
Without emotions.
I’m not what you see
I’ve come to help you
With your problems,
So we can be free
I’m not a hero
I’m not the saviour,
Forget what you know
I’m just a man whose
Circumstances went
Beyond his control
Beyond my control
We all need control
I need control
We all need control”
However
.
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.
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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 door
To our soul
Has been
Left open
The contents
Have been
Removed
Unlikely to
Be returned
Leaving us
To be
Catatonic
Shells
Zombielike
Automotons
Controlled by
Consumption
Manipulated by
Media’s
Driven to
Debt
Rhetorically
Regulated
Subconsciously
Subterfuged
Must keep
Looking though
One soul
At a time and
Protect
Permanently its
Preciousness
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”
“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
Extricated
From words
Written
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
Actually
No religion
How much better
We’d all get along
Still
Trapped from
Implementing
By the
Hamster wheel of
Consumption
Corruption
Assumption
Entertainment
And greed
Oral ideologies
Transferred to and
From books
To brains
Generation
After generation
No where near
Ending the
Psychotic cycle
Of insanity
.
*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
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
Because
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”
Is living above
The “Rule Of Law”
Therefore
It needs be
Dismantled
Replaced
With
Oh #uck
Anything
Just kidding
Let me think
How about
“Karmic Guidance”
Umm
“Enlightening Humanity”
Hmmm
“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
Application
As it is man made
And extremely
Vague
So would be
The presented options
However
Would
In the wording alone
Express benevolent
Intention
‘Stead of “electing”
A singular person
To “allegedly” “lead”
We could all
Help each other
Make sure everyone is
Housed
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
Compartmentalized
In a crammed cranium
As it would like
It experienced
‘Stead of
Understanding and
Accepting it all
As a speck of dust
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.
@ Fast food joints
Is becoming the norm
As soon as
The tires trigger
The sensor
You are bombarded
Excuse me ……….
“Greeted”
With a peppy
Looped recording
Welcoming you to
Fat, Salt and Sugar
Deadly dispensary
“Inviting” you
Because you’re
Special
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…..now
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
Eat
Reproduce
Repeat
Eat
Reproduce
Repeat
Everything is
Geared
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
Bloodletting
Slaughterhouses
Pumped up
With hormones
Squeezing
Every last drop
Into the
Bottom line
When upon reflection
There are probably
More nutrients
In the
Happy meal box
Than
The contents
To a slow rolling boil
Cozy in our comfort
Of constant chaos
Ditto dire distraction and
Malignant manipulations
Satiating sadness
For fearful foreboding
Frequently forgotten
With a serotonin spike
Just not quite enough
To jump out and
Turn off the gas
.
“It’s hard to take the heat
It’s hard to lay blame
To fight the fire
While we’re
Feeding the flames”
.
“Second Nature”
– Rush
.
Approaching apathy of
Apocalyptical proportion
Lamenting loose language
Incoherently communicating
Ubiquitous misunderstanding
Forsaking personal power
To political pornography
Corporate coercion and
Mesmerizing medias
Radios satellites and screens
Big screens little screens
Flat screens curved screens
Edgeless and portable
Broadcasting blatant BS
With so many head scratchers
Being perpetually presented
We may never know if
The frog is dead or
Our goose is cooked
Feels like déjà vu
All over again
In an infinite loop
Redundantly repeated
With no end in sight
Before falling
To the wayside
Then hung up on
The wall like
A melting clock
Dripping
Duplicitously
Into adjacent
Dichotomous
Dimensions
Once again
For the
Last time
Repetitively
Replaying
Till we
Get it right
Looking at the world through a windshield. 