“I’m not attached to your world
Nothing heals, nothing grows
‘Cause it’s a great big white world
And we are drained of our colors
We used to love ourselves
We used to love one another
All my stitches itch
My prescription’s low”
“Great Big White World”
– Marilyn Manson
Even to my own chosen family
Am more tolerable than loveable
A means to an end as it were
An angry self placed on a shelf
Do I choose to be that lone wolf
Unfortunately, I suppose that I do
Some of it though seems to be the
Wiring or perhaps old programming
Like a bad habit that only gets worse
Left unchecked will lead to remorse
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“My passionate sense of social justice and social responsibility has always contrasted oddly with my pronounced lack of need for direct contact with other human beings and human communities.”
– Albert Einstein
I am certainly no genius, suspecting that
My external concerns, mask internal ones
In meager attempts to fix and understand
What seems a tad broke in need of repair
Like a typical guy ignores the instructions
Ego will get it all figured out in due time
Yeah, right, like that is going to happen
“I hurry through my life
never stopping to see
How beautiful
it was meant to be
I’m just a prisoner
in a king’s disguise”
Broken dreams
as we shuffle by
//
We now have everything
Or so people say
But now this emptiness
Haunts me every day
We seek the lion’s share
Never knowing why
Come alive
Spread your wings and fly
Pieces of eight
The search for the money tree
Don’t cash your freedoms in for gold
Pieces of eight
Can’t buy you everything
Don’t let it turn your heart to stone
“Pieces Of Eight”
– Styx
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“We teach best what we need to learn most ourselves.”
– Richard Bach
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Whilst writing this, a Pandora jazz station had the audacity to play Melody Gardot’s
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“Your Heart Is As Black As Night”
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So that I might see me, as my wife must
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“Your Heart Is As Black As Night”
Melody Gardot
“Your eyes may behold
But the story I’m told
Is your heart is as black as night
Your lips may be sweet
Such that I can’t compete
But your heart is as black as night
I don’t know why
You came along
At such a perfect time
But if I let you hang around
I’m bound to lose my mind
Cause your hands may be strong
But the feeling’s all wrong
Your heart is as black as night
I don’t know why
You came along
At such a perfect time
But if I let you hang around
I’m bound to lose my mind
Cause your hands may be strong
But the feeling’s all wrong
Your heart is as black
Your heart is as black
Oh your heart is as black as night”
Well, (hopefully) perhaps it is not quite that bad, going on twenty one years. Must have a few ounces of humanity in this tin man.
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“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
Written (I think before Blogs were available) 1/16/2003
Over 15 years ago
Of an even older song. Harry Chapin’s “The Rock”
Just to show I’m not always picking on the current goofball.
“My problem, is with ha huh “authority” – Lewis Black
“IRAQ” best sung to Harry Chapin’s “The Rock”
Iraq is gonna get wise us, he woke with a start
As the price of oil goes up, the dark fear hits his heart
And Bush told us of the vision, which he was sure he’d seen
We said: “Go back to sleep Dubya, you’re having a bad dream!”
Silly child–
Everybody knows Iraq has oil underground
Everybody knows why alternate sources won’t be found
Remember George Bush Sr. said the sky was falling down
Well nothing ever came of that, the world still whirls around
Iraq’s going to stop selling to us. He stood and told the masses
The sheep driving to their slaughter, stopped to pump some gases
But he went on and said; “I’ve seen it, I don’t want you to blame me
There’s nothing else we can do, here’s my partner in crime dick Cheney
Crazy boy–
Everybody knows Iraq sits over the oil
Everybody knows our greed won’t allow it to spoil
We’ve more important studies than your fantasies and fears
You know that Iraq’s been controlled by us for at least a hundred years
“Iraq’s not going to put up with this.” He told the VP he was certain
“If we can start a war soon enough, they’ll forget about Halliburton”
You see my dad did all the research; I’ll blame it on Osama
We’ll tell them danger is lurking, were here to protect their mama
Just a madman–
Everybody knows their civil rights will soon be gone
Everybody knows being controlled by others is wrong
Everybody knows of those who say the end is near
Everybody knows that life goes on as usual round here
He went up to the United Nations, a building left alone
They knew he was insane so they left him drone and drone
He’d given up enlisting help for there was no one else
He spent his days devising ways to engage Iraq himself
One night while he was working lying to himself and the rest
The peace movement began to swell and came up to a crest.
Iraq won’t succumb to us; I know that to be the deal.
If you don’t trust me, you can always ask Rumsfield
The aware stopped this fake president, the plans they did foil
We are tired of spilling blood, while you make profits from oil
The people ran into the street even though they thought it would be hard
They decided to make the regime change sitting in there own back yard
When someone asked where dubya had gone they said: They weren’t too soft
He is sitting in a prison, with his other partner in crime John Ashcroft
But some where in his cell
Oh the lies that he do tell
And if we are not very carefull
He will give us another earful
Okay, here is Harry Chapin’s version of
.“The Rock”
The rock is gonna fall on us, he woke with a start
And he ran to his mother, the fear dark in his heart
And he told her of the vision that he was sure he’d seen
She said: “Go back to sleep son, you’re having a bad dream!”
Silly child–
Everybody knows the rock leans over the town
Everybody knows that it won’t tumble to the ground
Remember Chicken Little said the sky was falling down
Well nothing ever came of that, the world still whirls around
“The rock is gonna fall on us,” he stood and told the class
The professor put his chalk down and peered out through his glasses
But he went on and said; “I’ve seen it, high up on the hill
If it doesn’t fall this year then very soon it will!”
Crazy boy–
Everybody knows the rock leans over the town
Everybody knows that it won’t tumble to the ground
We’ve more important studies than your fantasies and fears
You know that rock’s been perched up there for a hundred thousand years
“The rock is gonna fall on us.” He told the magistrates
“I believe that we can stop it but the time is getting late
You see I’ve done all the research my plans are all complete.”
He was showing them contingencies when they showed him to the street
Just a madman–
Everybody knows the rock leans over the town
Everybody knows that it won’t tumble to the ground
Everybody knows of those who say the end is near
Everybody knows that life goes on as usual round here
He went up on the mountain beside the giant stone
They knew he was insane so they left him alone
He’d given up enlisting help for there was no one else
He spent his days devising ways to stop the rock himself
One night while he was working building braces on the ledge
The ground began to rumble the rock trembled on the edge
“The rock is gonna fall on us! Run or you’ll all be crushed!”
And indeed the rock was moving, crumbling all to dust
He ran under it with one last hope that he could add a prop
And as he disappeared the rock came to a stop
The people ran into the street but by then all was still
The rock seemed where it always was or where it always will be
When someone asked where he had gone they said: “Oh he was daft.
Who cares about that crazy fool.” And then they’d start to laugh
But high up on the mountain
When the wind is hitting it
If you’re watching very closely
The rock slips a little bit
- Harry Chapin
I get it, which is why it won’t matter.
So let us just move on now.
Robert Mueller could easily have absolutely verifiable, a perfect 10 finger fingerprint match, in dried blood on the crimson ooze bloodied knife. Video, photographic and testimonial evidence that indeed 45 conspired, colluded and willfully engaged and participated in knowingly rigging the election.
Or
Robert Mueller could have nothing more than loose circumstantial evidence.
Or
He could have absolute verifiable proof that in no way shape or form that 45 had anything to do with “stealing” the election. Bring to justice some other entities that masterminded the whole thing.
Why it won’t matter, iszzz… because proof or no proof, people are going to believe what they are already convinced of.
Some will let a sleeping dog lie and go about their day, realizing it changes or changed nothing anyway. The economy is cyclical regardless who is in the oval.
Wall or no wall, policy of separation and fear, good economy or bad, bipedal earthling artists in need of a better situation will come here, let us do the masters of wisdom thing and help them.
So easily sidetracked, back to the post.
Others will write, blog and exhaust implausible and impossible conspiracy theories, not realizing it changes nothing at all.
A contemplation of theoretical proof would be if 45 told and tweeted his involvement.
Those who want to believe he is the greatest president who ever lived, single handedly fixed everything, would / might only think that the “deep state”* is involved in scapegoating him.
* at this point, always giggle when I hear those two words, kinda like “dark web”. When those are really some apt description words of our shadowed “self”.
45 is merely a conglomeration of thoughts projected into a holographic image of the stuff each individual has to tackle within themselves.
Narcissism, fragile ego, lying, racism braggadocios behavior, xenophobia, taking 0 responsibility, etc.
You pick yours, I’ll pick mine. Something an impeachment will not cure. Our “ills” will simply manifest in another projection.
And, like living all alone and seeing a dirty toilet everyday, soon realize it is not going to clean itself and is time to get busy scrubbing.
In varying degrees, of making it “clean”. “Clean” enough to use, or “clean” and polished as if company is coming. Or karmic “clean” enough so that you can go where there are no toilets to use or clean.
I am going to need one helluva brush.
Most of my paranoia
Merely because it is
Illogical at best , also
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Having the awareness
No one is out to get me
For no reason whatsoever
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Just a diffident dissident
Trying to be pleasant
As a planetary resident
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Coming to a reckoning
Seems an impossible thing
To stop incessant questioning
: the condition of being prepared to undertake or maintain war
– m-w.com
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I thought war footing
Was just an expression
Who would have thought it had
Its own dictionary definition?
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War Footing
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We are steeped in it
Like tea leaves in a
Bitter British tea
Left not in a harbor
Rather scattered in
Our psychologically
Impressionable
Wasted landscape
Granite and marble
Bronze and plaster
Signs and symbols
Flags and screens
Caskets and tombs
Honoring people who
Have killed people or
Were killed by
“Other” people
When in essence
We are all one people
Who do not want war
That know at this point
It is unnecessary
To our evolution
Still at every turn
Reminders coax us
Into believing it
Is to be merited
Without question
Blank war memorial
Stadium or Statue
Highway or street
Where is the
Recognition of
The peace
Keepers
Planners
Makers
So that their
Actions can be
Repeated
Till there
Are no more
War Memorials
Just
Peace celebrations
Where this was supposed to stop
Okay, made it a part 2
A War Footing Part 2 next
Continued from A War Footing Part 1
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However
While hitting up a family member
For a grandchild’s fundraiser said:
I was doing it because, could not get my portion of my taxes back, that support the military industrial complex.
My intention was to find common ground. So I thought.
From, thinking along the lines of,
“It will be a great day when our schools have all the money they need, and our air force has to have a bake-sale to buy a bomber.”
– Robert Fulghum
“All I really need to know I learned in kindergarten”
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Ooopsie
Can of worms, now opened.
Family member to me said. So you don’t think after 9 11 we should have had any equipment to “defend” ourselves? In a tense, angry tone, w/accompanying glare.
Conspiracy theories aside, responded. All the weaponry stockpiled was not used for “defense”. It was not even used on the alleged perpetrators. They were used where THE OIL WAS. Hmmm.
Was quickly reminded that he served his country. Fine. I wasn’t trying to take that away from him. Kept mouth shut, that was a bigger unopened can of worms.
Beeeee caaaawz objectively that is not the case. Yet that is another post for another time.
Shit. Quick synopsis.
Demonizing a people by labeling them with a “bogeyman” moniker for their political ideology, so the corporations in need of tungsten can justify brokering a war from the French.
Simply because your government has more money to play with toys of death and destruction in deep foliage, falls within loose and weak parameters of serving your country.
Or as Dennis Miller used to say:
“It’s just my opinion, I could be wrong.”
My litany of unspoken arguments, at least in my perception, had a basis of fact not of prejudice. (running out of time and did not want to screw up raising funds 😉
Almost joined the Marines myself, after many inquiries found I would have to take orders without thinking.
I’m sure, if I took one of those DNA tests, it would come back, showing I have extra Q chromosomes Q for questioning.
To make up for the nonexistent C & E chromosomes, compassion and empathy.
I have never used this phrase before, but I can tell you, that dog won’t hunt. To this day I don’t like being “told” what to do.
Asking, inquiries, suggestions and requests are okay. Which still go through a questioning process.
Commands, orders and dictates get a whole other level, of who do think you are and of what “authority” might you pretend to have, that you think I’m going to listen?
Since I knew I wasn’t going to plant any seeds in any garden. For the mere rationale of not wanting to be in the position of deciding in any way part shape or form to extinguish a fetus.
The last thing I was going to do, was to be put in a position where I had to expire out of the womb, grown fetuses, simply by following orders.
Fortunately or unfortunately the metaphorical equivalent of a war-footing is that by writing this, I realize by transferring my thoughts to this blog am merely “stockpiling” my arguments.
Since my memory is short, and my anger is long. Making me, just as bad as the military industrial complex.
Keeping myself in
: the condition of being prepared to undertake or maintain war
– m-w.com
The fact is, that what we
Think we know, we don’t
Even on a good day
Everything is assumed
True or false
As to one’s perception
To be factual or not
May just depend on what
You see or hear first as
Whether you buy it
Permanently or
Question it extensively
How it is presented
Or who is representing it
No media has ever been
An arbiter of truths
All the way back to
Cave paintings and
Smoke signals
Hieroglyphics and
Stone tablets
Regardless the medium
It will change
9 ways from Sunday
Leather to papyrus
Scrolls to flats
Parchment to paper
Loose to bound
Books to libraries
Pencils to crayons
Quills to pens
Letters under presses
Information over heads
And yes it can be printed
Even if it is not true
Radio to telephone
TV to satellites
Broadcasts to bytes
Reliability is worlds apart
Chasms of confusion lie
Between intention and perception
Clarity and misunderstanding
Content and context
Shouts and whispers
Making everything
Unknowable
Save for what is indelibly
Etched in your heart
Message on flashing amber
Temporary road construction sign
<<<< CAUTION >>>>
WORKERS ON ROAD
《《《 SLOW 》》》
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
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“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”
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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
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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”
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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
