I must not want
Nor the collective
Must not want
Inner peace
Over and above
The siren song
Of materialism
Or shiny object
New distractions
When it would
Probably be easier
Than imaginable
If I / we took a
Moment to pause
Realize what is
Undeniably important
That doesn’t require
A credit card
Melting, or a
Bank account
Drained
To say I love
My family
Warts and all
And treat them as such
Which extends to
The extended family
The planetary sailors
All on the same boat
Floating or rather
Hurling through space
On a course
We can not see
In a future
We do not know
From a past
We can not forget
For reasons too
Indecipherable
Too goofy for
Mere mortals
Hell bent on
Keeping up
With the Joneses
Or disagreeing
With the Smiths
That must be
What we really want
.
“If Eternity Should Fail”
– Iron Maiden
“Here is the soul of a man
Here in this place for the taking
Clothed in white, stand in the light
Here is the soul of a man
Time to speak with the shaman again
Conjure the jester again
Black dog in the ruins
Is howling my name
So here is the soul of a man
When the world was virgin
Before the coming of men
Just a solar witness
The beginning of the end
From a world of magma
To a cold rock face
The ascent of madness
And a human race
We are strange believers all of us
There are stranger truths immortal lust
We rise from slumber he calls our name
Recalls our number abide with pain
Reef in a sail at the edge of the world
If eternity should fail
Waiting in line for the ending of time
If eternity should fail
//
To god’s illusion
Which I recall
Was our delusion
Before the fall
The angels come and the angels go
But the lord of light shining below
Eternal blackness beyond the stars
We think our wisdom will get that far
At the master’s table the table’s bare
No land of plenty, devastation, despair
//
Reef in a sail at the edge of the world
If eternity should fail
Waiting in line for the ending of time
If eternity should fail”
.
These lyrics, while brilliant, gripping and imagination soaring, without hearing them from the beautifully haunting tenor of Bruce Dickinson and the mysterious sounds and heavy metal styling of Iron Maiden it only paints part of the picture.
To give a splatter shot
What I suppose
You could call poetry
Poem “I Must Not Want”
A correlating oomph
(In my mind anyway)
(I write this s#!t for me)
To drive it home
It is followed with
Some Iron Maiden lyrics
Which included
“When the world was virgin
Before the coming of men
Just a solar witness
The beginning of the end
From a world of magma
To a cold rock face
The ascent of madness
And a human race”
From
“If Eternity Should Fail”
– Iron Maiden
.
If there were ever to be
A documentary of such
“From a world of magma
To a cold rock face
The ascent of madness
And a human race”
In some kind of
Spiritual I Max theatre
Recorded in time lapse
High speed photography
As the space dust
Coalesced starting with
Microscopic particles
Gathering and clinging
With more joining
From the infinite cosmos
Of “nothingness” till it
Churned and formed
Collided and heated
Into the “World Of Magma”
Upon just below the surface
We are still floating above
On that “Cold Rock Face”
That seemingly would be
Infinitely more plausible then
“The ascent of madness”
That cliché seven day story
“And a human race”
Intended to frighten
Control and manipulate
About 1600 years old
Compared to 4.5 billion
Oops wrong trajectory
Back to the theatre
To watch the ebb and flow of *
“Earthquakes, volcanoes, plate tectonics, continental drift, solar flares, sunspots, magnetic storms, the magnetic reversal of the poles, hundreds of thousands of years of bombardment by comets and asteroids, and meteors, world-wide floods, tidal waves, world-wide fires, erosion, cosmic rays, recurring ice ages”
.
See that perhaps the cliché
Is baseless and no longer relevant
It may or may not be true
However if you were to
Reverse engineer our existence
Methinks you would find it
Couldn’t possibly have happened
The way it has been revised and
Rewritten in those several books
That leaves unanswered, where oh
Where did Caine’s wife come from
Shit, keep getting off track //
Watch the planet continue to form with
The Goldilox principle having the
“Just right” amount of carbon and oxygen
Water, sunlight and atmosphere
For things to grow and breath
Engage while connecting to
The first sprout to appear
Then “die” and decompose
Only to start anew as perhaps
Some algae, fungi or tadpole
Experience immediate transformations
Through the lens of history
Till say when the ability to make fire
Occurred by the first neanderthals
Have the movie slow down
Some more as now things
Really start to accelerate
(“I’m tired of this back-slapping “Isn’t
Humanity neat?” bullshit. We’re a virus
With shoes, okay? That’s all we are.”
– Bill Hicks)
Watch to see if “man’s” nature
Really is beastly and violent in
Order to survive day to day to date
Or if it stemmed from a greed trait
That some are compelled with
The desire to have more than others
So they’ll feel better about themselves
Observe the humanity slaughtering wars
Skirmishes to wonder what really
Is all the fighting about
Also observe the the great feats
Long since unexplained such as
How were the pyramids really built etc
Having the movie close at the point
When devolution started
(No idea, when that was)
Leaving the viewer to ponder
What can be done to
Prevent our extinction
Having seen it all from
A cosmic standpoint
I think one would weep
Every last drop of liquid
From its impermanent
Container evaporating
Into the surrounding ether
Till the saline fragments
Drifted into the atmosphere
To combine with other
Space particles
Coalesce gather and cling………
And do their thing
Again
*
“The Planet Is Fine”
– George Carlin
Born : Contrarian
Died : Energetically Exhausted
The basic tenets of our
Existence is hypocritical
We are not our bodies
Nor our skin, bones or senses
Gender, height or width
Not even our mind or heart
Or the substance-less-ness
Of indoctrinated beliefs and
Completely made up ones
Accepted to suit our fancy
Habitually formulated as
Cell blocks in a maximum
Security prison self guarded
With nary a chance to escape
Adhering to the warden’s rules
In hopes of an early release
Though the rules keep changing
Still, solitary confinement is
Completely out of the question
Which ironically may be where
The key is…. to unlock the cage
Or perhaps we are just a
“Ghost In The Machine” or
“Spirits In The Material World”
“There is no political solution
To our troubled evolution
Have no faith in constitution
There is no bloody revolution
We are spirits in the material world
Our so called leaders speak
With words they try to jail you
They subjugate the meek
But it’s the rhetoric of failure
We are spirits in the material world
Where does the answer lie?
Living from day to day
If it’s something we can’t buy
There must be another way
We are spirits in the material world
Are spirits in the material world…”
– The Police
In other words
Forgot to post this
At the time
Certainly since
Things are moving
At the speed of blur
.
“President Putin has unveiled Russia’s new stockpile of “invincible” nuclear weapons, with a video graphic appearing to show missiles raining on Florida.
But why would the Kremlin want to target the Sunshine State in the event of an atomic war?”
– BBC
March 1st 2018
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Well, if you are trying to keep your blackmailed puppet in line with a clear yet, nearly invisible “shot across the bow”.
Florida, might get 45’s attention.
You think? What else would be more effective, save breaking some twitter thumbs to get the point across?
To remind him, whose bidding he is supposed to be doing. Besides he needs those thumbs to distract the distracted.
“No one is easier to manipulate than a man who exaggerates his own influence.”
– Masha Gessen
“The Man Without A Face”
“The Unlikely Rise of Vladimir Putin
.
Who knows, maybe Khashoggi is the Saudi’s way of showing the big D, that any American walking in to the consulate can “disappear” “Dexter” style and complies by assisting in a vague and plausible cover up? No?
At this point, anything is possible, right?
Is all that we ask
Of the Donald
In the middle of
Shitting on the
American people
Unbeknownst to
Some being shat on
That the stench is
So overwhelming
They are not able to
Even think straight
Woozy from thick
Odors clouding
Rational thought
That 45’s version
Of leadership is
Glossy permanent
Perfectly pixeled
Narcissistic reflection
That makes him feel
Better about himself
Above all others
And of country
Clearly on the take
(Allegedly) ; )
Beholden to
Creditors
Blackmailers
Dictators and
Despots
While his minions
So enamored by
Their perception of
His golden feces
Thus wearing
Rose scented
Gas masks
Will gladly slide
Down the waste pipe
To the sewage
Treatment pond
With the rest
Of the turds
That accept
Mocking assault victims
Separating families
Hurting farmers
Though trade wars
Encouraging if not
Inciting racism
Scapegoating OTW’s
Other Than Whites (pinks)
Making implausible
Impossible promises
Such as neighbor paying
For a wall that can be
Gotten over or around
Crapping on our allies
Manipulate then disguise
Tax breaks with a reverse
Robin Hood switcharoo
But like lemmings over a
Cliff to their ignorant demise
When they hear those two
Words together tax & break
Lose any scrutinizing thought
In their head and accept
Whatever blindly and badly
As the deficit worsens
Putting their children’s
Future in the toilet albeit
A golden toilet while
# 45 pushes the lever
The winner is…….
The dog…..
By a ……nose
In the final seconds
By a nasal kerfuffle
The glitch
In the Matrix
Is not really
A glitch at all
Merely a
Programming
Trigger
To prompt you
To stir and think
Ah, there is a
Different reality
Other than the one
I’m experiencing
I had a gasoline can
Granted it was plastic
However it did what
It was supposed to do
Store gas and when
It was full and needed
You could pour gas from it
Easily to the empty tank
Even open an air inlet
So it would flow quicker
Alas, can no longer find
Therfore purchased a new one
One that you would think
Would do the same thing
Store fuel waiting to be poured
But nooooo that’s not the case
This one requires, you hop on
One leg, while wiggling your ear
Picking your nose and saying
The alphabet…….backwards
Just to engage the “safety”
Mechanism holding a nozzle
Firmly spring loaded
.
Is this really where our
Devolution is taking us
With the warning label
Quarter the size of the can
To point out in large font
That gas and fire don’t “mix”
Well no shit. I just wanted to
Run the lawnmower without
Hauling it to a gas station first
.
What’s next, register the can
After an 8 hour safety class
With specific instructions on
How, where and when to pour
Will that be followed by having
To hire a special subcontractor
With permits and licenses to
Pour your gas for you, surrounded
By a fire suppression squad
With blankets hoses and ladders
Logos, Teams, Slogans,
Regardless of who you may be
By ink branding the cloth
You are wearing
Or cap you are sporting
If nobody knows “you”
You have reduced yourself
To a meme
Granted
Someone else
Who likes
Your mobile billboard
Will undoubtedly
Strike up a conversation
Usually ’bout
A game, a season, a play
A team player, a coach, etc,
Ad nauseum
Blah, blah blah blah blah
But, eventually
As you both move on
Neither knows anything
Of who you are
Save the surrounding
Aspects of that one
Tiny miniscule little detail
And think about it
That is not who you are
Just a frame
Holding a facade
Like a city you’ve visited
Or where you live
A concert attended
A beer drank
A “Brand” you like
Not only not
Getting paid to promote
Yet it actually
“Costs” you money
Hmmm? Or
Using the
1st ammendment
To “macho”-ly promote
The second
With a weak cliché
Something ’bout
Cold dead fingers
Giving things up
Not even
Being carried
WTF
Or a
Patriotic / nationalistic
Slogan
“Proving” devotion
To an ideology
Adorning a shirt
Dripping with the
Red of blood
The white of racism
And the blue of sadness
Made cheaper in
Another country
That
Dare I say
Needs no
Irony
.
Wonder if the above
Would fit on a t-shirt
That might
Instigate a
Real conversation?
Looking at the world through a windshield. 