I used to be the most paranoid person I know. Now I lament the realization that absolutely no one is out to get me.
Time seems to be a man made construct for war and commerce which could be seen as one in the same.
Stores hours
Open at 9
Close at 11
The war began at 9 am on date
The war ended at 11 pm on later date
(Too many wars to be specific)
Stores open 24/7
Wars never end
See a connection?
If we keep consuming stuff that requires military intervention to secure a resource, governments and corporations do not start or perpetuate wars, we do.
Like the destruction of rain forests, the corporations are only doing our bidding. As we demand more food at less cost, for more people with less nutrition. More gizmos and less education, more distraction, less focus, more distrust less connection.
Corporate Imperialism
Enslaving the Death Planet
Under the Life Star
The Rule of Law
Storm Troopers Rule
Artificially Protected by
Their White Body Mask
Policing Themselves
While Being Policed
Policing Others
The Illusion of Rebellion
Energizes the Dark Energy
Feeding the Machine
To Ensure Consumption
Freedom Lies Where the
Dead Bury Their Dead
Whew, that got dark quick, let me lighten it up with this.
“Rich Man’s War”
– John Trudell
Rich man’s war
Industrial streets
Class lines money talks
Turning language to paper pieces
Rich man’s war
Free man society
Raging violent insecurity
Nuclear man nuclear woman
Unclear how to act
Rich man’s war
Pershing’s cruising Europe
America – Russia
Governmental nuclear views
Industrial allies cutting the world
As though they cannot see blood flowing
Rich man’s war
Central America bleeding
Wounds same as Palestine and Harlem
Three Mile Island and El Salvador
Pine Ridge and Belfast
Rich man’s war
the poor,
starving for food
starving for land,
starving for peace
starving for real.
Rich man’s war
Attacking human
Attacking being
Attacking earth
Attacking tomorrow
Rich man’s war
Thinking of always war
Thinking of always war
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With machines for ancestors
New unborn generations
Chemical umbilical cords
Are only wiring
In your electrical progress
Human lives burnt offerings
To the God Greed
With lies for ancestors
There is no truth in some futures
Rulers of minds feeding next
Generation souls to the
Control machine
Sacrifice ritual for the
Prophet technology
With isolation for ancestors
There’s only the present
Bought by the credit material uses
Forging chains binding you to destruction
Compliments of your deities
The industrial priests
//
No more than neon flash
Trying hiding in eon mask
Have to face who we really are
Some point we have no choice
Distant star distant light
In real world we are human being
In shadow of real world
We are being human
Eon mask for neon flash
Distant thunder distant cloud
Passions reign
Drenched in possession
What we take is hard to do
What we do is hard to take
Some ones are crazy or
Maybe we take turns
Dreaming about some kind of life
We say it could have been different
But it wasn’t because we weren’t
No matter what it turns out the same
Lot of things we said weren’t true
Industrial stories
In an electric instant
Eon mask
Neon flash neon flash
Thing is nihilistic desires
Civil lies gone insane
Didn’t imagine it turning out like this
Some things start good and go bad
Some things get bad and stay bad
Are we caught in between
Living a lie or not living at all
Eliminated choices
Lost in dreams we let go
Memories we never got to have
Something else to think about
Waking up in industrial society
Surrounded by angry days
Going through motions of not being
Wanting the best but not expecting it
Surviving paid for in dreams
Feeling like a world alone
Serving God with the Devil to pay
Feeling like something in no place
What goes on in Hell anyway?
Thing is it has to do with heart
We have to understand what hearts
Are for before we can get back
To heaven or paradise
Or the power of our mind
It’s renewal time, with the ever approaching “deadline” to decide whether or not to continue to have an electronic “place for my stuff”.
Trying to figure out why I am still doing this blog, save it being a self published electronic newspaper for no one to read.
Observations impossible to communicate in any meaningful way that brings change either internally or externally.
Except for the smug satisfaction of painting a piece of the puzzle that is me with words. Borrowing many from societies geniuses, comedians and lyricists.
I’ve at least figured out, it is not going to save the world. Perhaps just save my world as a way to keep my sanity in check.
Trying to separate the duality of thought that it might be organized into reasonable chaos to decipher in a more peaceful time.
A place where hearts are open, minds are sharp, bellies are full, vision is clear, hearing is crisp, smells are pleasant, touch is gentle, resources are shared, energy is free, skies are clean, travel is cheap, races are honored, religion is gone, faith is understood, beliefs are unique,
I love words and I loathe words
They are the justification and the denial
Put together in sequence or chaos
Makes no difference
Context, becomes perception
Based on interpretation
Of what is known
Or unknown
Which is nothing
Certainly in
Aeons of “time”
Nothing
A speck of
A speck
In infinity
Hurts don’t last
Only love does
Alterations have
The permanence
Of change
For better
Or worse
No one
Knows
The tiniest
Of specks
Is me
I am nothing
In the void
Of voids
Abysmal
In the abyss
I’m guilty too
Under odd
Self diagnosis
I suspect
That is
My compulsion
To write this out
Thinking
I can eradicate
The emasculated
Feelings, that
Dwell within
Thinking that
If I
Fix the external
I can
Heal the internal
Knowing in
The eternal
Nary will it
Make a difference
The words we use
The silent voice that cries out.
What we accept as acceptable is based on the words we use to describe things.
Circumcision sounds like a medical procedure performed on a contusion.
Or a question you might hear in a garage.
Where did that darn little circumcision go?
On the other hand, genital mutilation sounds like a prehistoric sadistic ritual human deformation, partial castration, ceremoniously and not so ceremoniously performed, biologically unwarranted and cruelly inflicted sacrifice, because of biblically based tribe identifiers in “proving” who is a believer or not, to a man made invisible deity that although is “all knowing” needs to see foreskin removed to “know”.
Oops, been listening to “The bible in 90 days”. Which is taking a lot longer, due to the scaffolding it takes to suspend disbelief. That is another story for another time.
If it was necessary, it would be observed in other mammals.
http://www.drnorthrup.com/rethinking-circumcision/
George Carlin from Complaints and Grievances
In the contemplation of humans going to Mars. “Nasa-Holes”
And what are they gonna think when they find out, its just a local custom, that over 80 million women in the Third world have had their clitorises FORCIBLY removed in order to reduce their sexual pleasure so they won’t cheat on their husbands? Can’t you just sense how eager the rest of the universe is for us to show up?
Somehow a similar mutilation performed on males, in this country is okay?? Because of religion and an irrational societal pressure to “look” the same. Justified, because collectively, we are so afraid of our bodies most everyone goes along to get along. If you can teach a kid to wash behind his ears and brush his teeth, you can teach him how to clean his privates.
Recently, heard this discussed on the “Howard Stern” Show.
Cognitive dissonance was riding high. Since a transcript is unavailable, my perception is that the general agreement is that it is unnecessary. With Robin citing that Europe has systematically stopped this practice. Still, the artificial need to conform seemed to win (lose) out over logical rationality. That is the epic fail.
I have such a tiny small itsy bitsy perspective of the whole puzzle to even write anything about it is useless. However, me thinks it is a root cause to at least some of society’s ills.
My cowardice to never be confronted with making that choice for a bipedal earthling artist was to not create one in the first place.
“If you choose not to decide
You still have made a choice”
– “Freewill” by Rush
Who knows where and how we would be, as an apparent container of consciousness if we only made use of that utility within.
That’s why my girlfriend and I broke up: she wanted kids, and I … well, she wanted kids. [laughs]
//
She goes, “Wouldn’t it be nice to have a kid? To have this fresh, clean slate which we could fill. A little clean spirit, innocent, and to fill it with good ideas.”
Yeah, yeah, how about this? If you’re so fucking altruistic, why don’t you leave the little clean spirit wherever it is right now?
//
I would never bring a kid to this fucking planet…
– Bill Hicks
Connected Non sequitur
“Eve Of Destruction”
– Barry McGuire
The eastern world it is exploding
Violence flarin’, bullets loadin’
You’re old enough to kill but not for votin’
You don’t believe in war but whats that gun you’re totin’?
And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin’
But you tell me
Over and over and over again my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve of destruction
Don’t you understand what I’m tryin’ to say
Can’t you feel the fears I’m feelin’ today?
If the button is pushed, there’s no runnin’ away
There’ll be no one to save with the world in a grave
Take a look around you boy, it’s bound to scare you boy
And you tell me
Over and over and over again my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve of destruction
Yeah my blood’s so mad feels like coagulating
I’m sitting here just contemplatin’
I can’t twist the truth it knows no regulation
Handful of senators don’t pass legislation
And marches alone can’t bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin’
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin’
And you tell me
Over and over and over again my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve of destruction
Think of all the hate there is in Red China (North Korea)
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama (Washington DC )
You may leave here for four days in space(or golf arrogantly at your own place)
But when you return it’s the same old place
The pounding of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead but don’t leave a trace
Hate your next door neighbor but don’t forget to say grace
And tell me
Over and over and over and over again my friend
You don’t believe
We’re on the eve of destruction
Mmm, no, no, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve of destruction
18 years is too long to go in between looking up at the sky into the cosmos. We have the technology, all we need now is the overwhelming desire. Plus the wherewithall, to understand the importance.
My nightly, five day a week run, takes me over a mountain pass. On clear nights, take the opportunity to stop for a moment turn off the truck, the lights, (set the brakes), step outside, lean back against the truck. Look up in awe and ponder.
Having learned from the California Griffith Observatory, what the seemingly thicker band of stars is. It is the spiral of stars that are the Milky Way. Of which we are floating around on this little blue green ball within it.
Which it is one of an infinite number of galaxies and endless space. Race, religion, wealth, ownership, hate, anger, sides, war evaporate in to the ethereal.
You cannot see it from a city at night because of all the lights bouncing around the atmosphere. Including street lights, parking lot lights, business signs, etc, etc. Try it, you’ll see nothing except maybe the moon and only the brightest stars.
Back to the technology, it would be feasible to have planned outdoor lighting outages so that a large amount of people could look to the heavens with no special glass purchases so they might understand where their place in the cosmos is. Grasping how fragile and important everything is.
Nobody would have to worry about “crimes” or looting either. After that awareness dawned, about “our” place in infinite. Causing harm or perceiving “illegal” ownership of something pales in comparison to even removing a thimble of water from the ocean thinking it changes anything.
Something to think about at night, obviously I do. So did Joe Rogan.
“Space is the most taken for granted thing ever. You know how crazy it is that it’s above you, every day and never comes up.
If we all lived underground or indoors, there was only one place in the whole world……where you can see space, you know how popular that *** would be?
Everybody would travel to see space. You just stand there and hold hands and look up and go: “There’s no ceiling, it’s *** incre… It’s mindblowing!”
But instead it’s there everyday like: “Oh look the Big Dipper, I should go.”
People travel to see the *** Grand Canyon.”Hey dude, you’ve got to go to the Grand Canyon man, dude it changed my life man””
I stood up there and saw that canyon, it was so immense……i just realised how small my role in the universe really is.””
Oh, really? Wow! Hey, how about all that ***?””(Joe Rogan points up) What the *** are you talking about? Those aren’t light bulbs mother ***!””
Those are huge nuclear explosions billions of miles away……and it goes on forever. Do you know what forever means?””
It means this whole universe of hundreds of billions of galaxies……might just be a part of one atom……it’s in the cell of the balls of one guy who lives in another universe……it’s part of one atom, that’s a cell of a ball and a guy……and it goes on and on and on FOREVER!!!””
And there is no *** end! And you are looking at a ditch. You just drove six hours to look at a ditch, you are a *** dummy.””
You can see the bottom, why is that even interesting to you?””Oh yeah, yeah, you are small, it’s big.
“Space is some *** crazy ***!”
– Joe Rogan
Or is that pardoner? Or the pardoned?
I am no expert, quite frankly I “know” nothing. However, there seems to be something resonating from the very core of my supposed being that suggests, you can not pardon Karma.
So relax, enjoy the show. Do nothing those pardners in crime have done.
Be the best bipedal earthling artist you can be. Create, inspire, emanate peace and love, so that others may create, inspire, emanate peace and love, so that others may, etc, etc.
“I say you’ll pay for this mischief,
In this world or the next”
– Iron Maiden
– “Can I play with madness”
Information Overload
Technology Overlord
Time to sever the
Cellular umbilical cord
Different ways to say it
Must not at all repeat
Find healthy means to
Ween off electronic teet
Be it accident or design
Is it absolutely necessary
To always be on online
Each place and at all times
So desperately attached
Barely remember a time
That it has not been used
Tiny screen eyes are glued
Almost afraid to go outside
To check out the weather
Without first consulting the
Pricey pixeled toted tether
The brain will atrophy
As an effective tool
Why exercise it at all
When you can use Google
Must change my outlook
Visit with imaginary friends
You know, ones on Facebook
There, I’m sure, till the end
At least till power goes out
Will they hear, a voiceless shout
Am sure they will come around
If I don’t lose them in the cloud
I have this feeling that whoever is elected president, like (Bill) Clinton was, no matter what you promise on the campaign trail – blah, blah, blah – when you win, you go into this smoke-filled room with the twelve industrialist capitalist scum-fucks who got you in there.
And you’re in this smoky room, and this little film screen comes down … and a big guy with a cigar goes, “Roll the film.”
And it’s a shot of the Kennedy assassination from an angle you’ve never seen before … that looks suspiciously like it’s from the grassy knoll.
And then the screen goes up and the lights come up, and they go to the new president,
“Any questions?”
“Er, just what my agenda is.”
“First we bomb Baghdad.”
“You got it …”
– Bill Hicks
“The Elite”
“Rant in E-minor”
45’s Agenda
Lie, then lie some more. Make impossible claims, say neighbor is to pay for a wall, that will never get built. Blame neighbor and everybody else.
Hyperbole security, safety, nationalism.
Discredit the media unless they agree with you. Make everything a permanent distraction. Criticize then do, golf, executive orders, Afghanistan, etc. etc.
Promise health care reform with nary a clue, bully opposition, sleep with the enemy, shred the constitution, scapegoat innocent people, align with groups that can’t help you. Save to embolden a group you could identify with if you weren’t an alleged billionaire indebted to blackmail.
Demand loyalties, then abandon. Tweet as if that is how policy is made. Prove your an expert, simply by declaring you are.
Keep your small base entertained as they are as narcissistic as you. Both in need of self leadership. The blind leading the blind, as it were.
My hope is he is unwittingly expediting a collapse of a system that humanity knows is not working just unaware how to remodel without a complete tear down and rebuild. Subtle real estate reference. Where is a good carpenter when you need one?
“When they told me that in nature, all systems are breaking down, I thought: “What a good thing! What a good thing!
Perhaps I can make some small contribution in this area myself.” And of course, it’s not just in nature, in this country, the whole social structure… just beginning to collapse, you watch; just beginning now to come apart at the edges and the seams and the thing I like about that is that it means it makes the news on television more interesting, makes the television news more exciting, makes it more fun.
I watch television news for one thing and one thing only: entertainment! That’s all I want from the news: entertainment! You know my favourite thing on television? Bad news! Bad news and disasters and accidents and catastrophes.”
– George Carlin
The trouble with me
Contemplating self
When there is no self
Who is writing this
While Hillary or Bernie may have woken us up gradually like a crescendoing alarm, which is the way I would prefer.
Maybe the Donald, is ringing the 5 alarm bell to get us to realize, we are not haters or homophobic or xenophobes as some would like to lead us to believe.
Writing this near the time of the 8/2017 eclipse will note, regardless of epidermis or orientation, or religion, or non-religion, shadows were cast, while light shined on everyone in the path. No one was left out.
Now all fingers are pointing to the financial corruption and disparities between human living conditions and insatiable greed. Trying to create perceptions that we are not all one.
Herein lies the opportunity to expand our awareness. Strip away the societal rules, regulations and borders. We are all on this cosmic space life raft together.
Killing and or hating the survivors decreases the likelihood any one will survive.
As we bring our own help to rowing the planetary life raft, to safety first then on to enlightenment.
Have noticed that the Facebook Trump trolls have slowed, if not stopped ranting how wonderful and right on, the big D is. Same goes for hearing it at work, tails are tucked away nice and quiet. Reticent in their rhetoric, finally.
Considering the Martin Niemoller notion of “but then, they came for me”, realization is occurring. Time to reconsider this ignorant rhetoric of hate.
Gots lots of fires to put out, in a short amount of time before the whole ball goes up in flames.
On a positive note, maybe we will thank him, and all this insane behavior will have been more, than all for naught.
When everyone is getting fed, with roofs over their heads, clean drinking water, freedom from, violence, religious persecution, racism, orientation, borders.
Establishing a dignity that transcends governments and corporations keeping us separate, when it is simply not true.
Oops, wrong meeting. Will someone please turn off that alarm. I am in need of another 5 millennia snooze.
Looking at the world through a windshield. 