Invisibly leashed
By a broken chain
Tethered to nothing
Perceptions remain
Clear the cobwebs
Break ties that bind
From your third eye
Free your infinite mind
Realizing everything matters
Whilst
Realizing nothing matters
Electronic cutting room floor.
Matter is a matter of being either a wave or a particle, making it neither a wave or a particle from which thoughts emerge which is about as concrete as the dust made from making concrete.
Make your thoughts matter. Build what matters. As illusionary as it seems and is.
The “they’s” don’t know
Nor do the “them’s”
It’s merely for show
Until this all ends
So muster your power
Be all that you can
Mustn’t become sour
Enlightened human
Never out of season
The best time is now
If for nary any reason
Through this you can plow
Each moment opportunistic
Cherish each treasured one
Know you are fantastic
Make them lively and fun
“Not to put truck drivers down. But I did hear an ad for a ‘semi-truck driver’ once.”
George Carlin
With 30 years of driving
Under hands and feet
Eyeballs and earlobes
On either side of
2 million miles
The mile markers
Are my minions
The reflectors
Light my way
Pulling two and three trailers
Over mountain passes
Chaining unchaining
In rain and snow
Over black ice
Through city traffic
Driving into
Subterranean garages
Blindside backing up
Against traffic
Under camera
Recorded surveillance
Watching me
Watch what
I watch, whilst
Getting paid to
Listening to
Talk radio
Audio books
And a deep
Eclectic library
Of music and comedy
Makes me feel like
King of the Road
Yet with
The slightest quirky
Benign quip
On capabilities
Leaves me
Neutered negated
And royally nullified
It is hard to hear
What needs
To be heard
When you bring
Your “own” ears
To wherever
The dialogue
Is audible
Regardless
What the
Hammer, anvil and stirrup
Are trying to
Pound, blow and
Kick through
Preconceived
Notion filter
Rendering
Fragile eardrums
Meant to receive
New information into
Al Capone
Safe doors
Keeping the contents
Hermetically sealed
Stale
Full of debris
“We teach best, what we need to learn most ourselves.”
Richard Bach. “Illusions”
Damn
Human Trafficking
In our face
Corporately Owned
Broadcast Everywhere
Sponsored Ridiculously
Gambled on Senselessly
Repeated Annually
With a
Huge
Fan base
AKA
The NFL Draft
Cannot define me
Enigma does not
Even come close
A broken peg
Not fitting
Into a gaping whole
An outsider
On the inside
An inciter
On the outside
Lest of course
I keep
My mouth shut
And leave these
Ramblings for
This blog
When in truth
These posts are
An outlier
In practice
Towards writing
Something significant
So Significant
The world changes
Knowing full well
It will be me
That changes
Finally making
The world
A better place
Inspired by
Ta-Nehisi Coates
“Between the World and Me”
Inclusively Exclusive
Defined yet undefined
Perplexing perceptions
Placard plural persons
As people perspectively
Perhaps plausibly palpable
That “We The People”
Means you and me too
Yet………
“If you change the way You look at things the things you look at change”
Wayne Dyer
Consider it might not……
“Think of how it all started: America was founded by slave owners who informed us, “All men are created equal.” All “men,” yeah, except Indians, *iggers, and women.
Remember, the founders were a small group of unelected, white, male, land-holding slave owners who also, by the way, suggested their class be the only one allowed to vote.
To my mind, that is what’s known as being stunningly–and embarrassingly–full of shit.”
George Carlin
Context, context, context.
So, if the preamble to the Constitution doesn’t make you Jerry Seinfeld the question “Who are these, “people”?”
We have the end of Gettysburg Address
“That government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.”
Abraham Lincoln
Again, who are these “people”
“So about 80 years after the Constitution is ratified, the slaves are freed. Not so you’d really notice it of course; just kinda on paper. And that of course was at the end of the Civil War.”
“Not so you’d really notice it of course”
George Carlin
The “Civil” War, where brother killed brother at the behest of those in “power”. When peaceful options were and will always be available.
Which in my perception could have ended non-violently or, not have even started in the first place if bipedal earth creatures simply did not purchase products made from products at the expense of the bodies of slave labor.
Oh yeah, there is no concentration of wealth then….shit!
“These new people are, like us, a modern invention. But unlike us, their new name has no real meaning divorced from the machinery of criminal power.”
Ta-Nehisi Coates
Look at “our” “justice” system language, as the wording used is:
The People vs. So and so.
Vs? Hello, McFly.
Versus, in its simplest meaning it means against. Therefore its outcome is never resolution, but merely battle of power in a never ending process.
That it also may get taken all the way to the “Supreme” Court. Not a fair court, or reasonable or compassionate court, but supreme by unelected judges with permanent tenure.
No conspiracy here, it is laid out like fresh skunk roadkill on the center divider for all to see and to get a good whiff of it, named the. “Criminal” Justice “System”
“As that becomes more developed, more enlightened, as new discoveries are made, new truths discovered and manners and opinions change, with the change of circumstances, institutions must advance also to keep pace with the times.”
Thomas Jefferson
Time to paradigm shift into a higher evolutionary gear and steer all in the right best direction.
After all the preamble does not read “We the enlightened, in order to elevate and inspire all bipedal earth creatures to share in the oneness of Gaia consciousness.
Nope
It’s the rule of law via attempting to form a more “perfect” union.
Ummm, “perfect” to whom?
Connected non sequiturs
In a country, where the alleged majority supposedly adheres to the notion that “the meek shall inherit the earth”, there is an awful lot, that worship, aspire to and accept the trappings and consequences of “power”.
In their name, so long as it is not them selves.
The freedom you think you do have can or may be circumstantially prohibited if the overriding culture exhibits a high tendency to strike and freely without consequences a group of bipedal earthlings with dark epidermis.
“The destroyers are merely men enforcing the whims of our country, correctly interpreting it’s heritage and legacy.”
Ta-Nehisi Coates
“There isn’t a white man in this room that would change places with me, and I’m rich”.
Chris Rock
Rush
“Second Nature”
A memo to a higher office
Open letter to the powers that be
To a God, a King, a head of state
A captain of industry
To the movers and the shakers
Can’t everybody see?
It ought to be second nature
I mean, the places where we live
Let’s talk about this sensibly
We’re not insensitive
I know progress has no patience
But something’s got to give
I know you’re different
You know I’m the same
We’re both too busy
To be taking the blame
I’d like some changes
But you don’t have the time
We can’t go on thinking
It’s a victimless crime
No one is blameless
But we’re all without shame
We fight the fire
While we’re feeding the flames
Folks have got to make choices
And choices got to have voices
Folks are basically decent
Conventional wisdom would say
Well, we read about
The exceptions
In the papers every day
It ought to be second nature
At least, that’s what I feel
“Now I lay me down in Dreamland”
I know perfect’s not for real
I thought we might get closer
But I’m ready to make a deal
Today is different
And tomorrow the same
It’s hard to take the world
The way that it came
Too many rapids
Keep us sweeping along
Too many captains
Keep on steering us wrong
It’s hard to take the heat
It’s hard to lay blame
To fight the fire
While we’re feeding the flames
The rainbows have faded
The pot of gold is jaded
Despised, yet reciprocated
In my mind, regurgitated
Never ending roads, worn out
I have effectively useless clout
Whether it be a whisper or shout
Don’t even know, what I write about
Most of it lands here
Thought of, while I steer
Written down later
Of myself a hater
Looking for the next sign
The octagon for the I, I malign
To easy it would be to resign
Time for a personality redesign
Altering one would be breezy
Finding it first, is not so easy
If there is one, it is cheesy
But at least, it is not sleazy
Of course that is an opinion
The only thing I have dominion
There is naught a minion
Don’t even know where to get one
Part of me wants to play
Whether sunny or rainy day
Perhaps it is time to stray
From the notion of being gray
We don’t need no (this type of) education
We don’t need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers, leave them kids alone
Hey, Teachers, leave those kids alone
All in all its just another brick in the wall
All in all you’re just another brick in the wall
Pink Floyd
Schools
We know that they are inherently flawed, yet our delusional consonant thinking appears to be of pseudo hope that a child, any child is going to have all ideal teachers, not bully or get bullied, study hard and get good grades.
To what end, being a “productive” member of society. Trained deeply, not so much to respect authority but to kowtow to its ingrained hierarchy via repetition and socially set conformity.
“This” happened “this” way, because “this” book printed by “the” “state”, says so.
How about an intuitive institution that guides children, to get in touch with their essence, to know their nature and personal power of being one with all and all with one.
Oh yeah, there’s no “profit” in that.
Bullying in schools.
Conflict resolution seems to only come in the form of a bogus authority figure whose only power comes from being older and taller.
To which the imperial power is bestowed upon the teacher via the collective agreement that your tax dollars authorize a stranger to do their perception of the state’s “guidelines” in the molding of your precious offspring.
Besides anti-bullying is pure rhetoric from the top down as what else would you call it when not only is fear and violence threatened, it is used to intimidate and control to get the outcome it wants.
Dressed up in moral disguise as protecting the masses while harming the masses. Protection lies, as protection lies.
Oh yeah, there’s no “profit” in that.
Hmmm, I wish I knew how this *hit flows out of my fingers without the wisdom to know it should be left on the digital cutting room floor.
It’s probably good I’m not a “teacher”.
While I might teach that two plus two equals four, I’d wait to have them explain why. While engaging with a flower that is in the process of opening and blooming.
Have them contemplate what and why, that math phrase or stated “historical” “fact” has anything to do with it.
“We are the proud parents of a child who has resisted his teacher’s attempts to break his spirit and bend him to the will of his corporate masters”
George Carlin
Looking at the world through a windshield. 