In between states
Of consciousness
Upon waking from
A deep restorative
Undisturbed sleep
Like an old antique
Nestled in styrofoam
Ready for shipment
Found myself unable
To move without
The promise of
Something better
Cling to the thought
Of being aware of
My immobility is enough
To stay in that state
Wondering where
It will take me
Back to oblivion
Or inspired well to
Take on the day
Either choice divine
Yet wanting to stay
In that sweet spot
Vibrating as one
With all of the light
Collective consciousness
As of right now
That condition was so
Blissful, I forgot what
Direction it took
Have come and gone
Judgment days
Will flourish and wane
In the infinity of the infinite
Days do not exist
(Save our heliocentric perspective
In a tiny outpost in the cosmos)
Let Alone “Judgment Days”
“One Thing For Certain……
Judgment Day
Will Not Be Rigged”
Is a Meta meme floating
Around the internet
Begging to be reposted
By religious fear fanatics
As a self reflecting cue of
How to live…..just in case
Disguised as a veiled
Warning for others to heed
Doubling down on Pascals wager
On the off off, so far off chance
Worse than the worst
Lottery odds chance
That some invisible
Santa Clause caricature dude
Has nothing better to do
Then, keep his eye on
Oh, let us say, 8 billion people
At a time, all the time
It was so much easier
When it was just two…..
“Judgment Days”
“Spooky language. Spooky language.
Designed to scare and control primitive people. In no way does superstitious mumbo jumbo like this apply to the lives of intelligent, civilized humans in the twenty-first century.”
– George Carlin
There is a guy, I’ll call him Steve, since that is his name. A coworker of sorts that drives to the same terminal I do, from a different direction. There, enough background story.
Steve seems like a nice gentleman, always helpful and kind. Full of wit and wisdom. Hmm, since I barely know you and will never see you outside of work, let’s be FB friends.
I rarely post anything. It is mostly to view family photos posted by family members, events children, and grandchildren participate in.
Steve likes to post, work grievances, religious themes, Trump support, and outdoor recreational side by side adventures.
I assume “Judgment Day” comes when one dies, on the presumption that if you spend a lifetime of “behaving” in a certain, assumed, perceived way, then you will get to go to “heaven”. Or ask forgiveness a few moments prior, then go to heaven. Hmmmm.
Who is making this shit up?
Judgment day: Ooopsie
The following is a complete editorialization and extrapolation of projections entirely for my amusement and perhaps yours.
God: Hi Steve
Steve: Hi God
God: I see you’ve been posting digitized colorful, cute memes that. “Judgment day will not be rigged.”
Steve: Yes, God, I thought that one was most clever.
God: Well, let’s get to it, seeing as how, just today, like yesterday there are 170,000 people* that died today and are, or are not “waiting” for their “Judgment”. Depending on how they were indoctrinated into their beliefs, or lack thereof.
* worldpopulationreview.com
(That is a million people, dead, in 6 days, to receive? Judgment? )
Steve: Thanks God. Go, I think I’m ready.
God: How do you think I should judge you?
Steve: With all your might, I am a good Christian
God: Well, I see you post many things about Jesus
Steve: Yes, always trying to help spread his message
God: Have you emulated his behavior, forgiving and feeding?
Steve: No, I’m a republican, just advising how great Jesus is
God: That’s not the purpose of his message, but okay
God: I see you support Trump
Steve: Yes, he is like your second son you sent to save us
God: Almost forgot, you watch Fox to get your information
If I had time, I’d let you explain how a failing businessman
Twice divorced, womanizing philanderer, lying grifter
Who hates the poor, mocks the infirmed and
Steals from a charity, who only helps the wealthy and
His narcissistic greedy self serving self is my son
But, thankfully, ME, I don’t have time
Steve: But, but he held a Bible once for a photo op.
God: Never mind, finally I see you and your buddies ride 4 wheelers
In the desert
Steve: Yes, er, umm, that’s when, I, umm, pray to Jesus on Sunday
God : I should send you to hell for lying
“His judgment cometh and that right soon.”
– Shawshank Redemption
– on the embroidered sign concealing the safe
God: Most of your behavior is a reflection of the echo chamber and
filter bubble you’ve placed yourself in. However, in your
willfulness to destroy the desert for your amusement, which
has annihilated the habitat of lizards and snakes, the descendants
of my dinosaurs, I shall cast you into a life of a lizard for thirty-four lifetimes, as recompense for the suffering,
that befell my lizards for shade and their home that you ravaged.
Ooopsie
My guess is that “Judgment”
Is not in his repertoire
Of perceived judgments
Without casting any aspersions to “Steve”, methinks it is incredible, that allegedly grown adults, feel the need to mentally manufacture a bogeyman in order to behave a certain way and perpetuate it to infect others. Especially when they could look within and realize they have the “God” power themselves to do incredible good, always, all the time without identifying with the hat wearing, finger pointing, perpetual and professional victim club and class.
Abstractly, they are presenting themselves, that they live in fear, aligning with a safety in numbers cowardice crowd for protection.
“I write to expunge the darkness so
That someday light may shine through”
– Angelo Devlin
Kamala is privately prepping
For “media” interviews
Based on her DNC speech
Was she not overtly
All things to all people?
The neo patriotic defender
Of all things “American” for
The red, white, blue, and LGBTQ+
Middle class, taxpayers, black,
Brown, white, red, yellow, and olive
To bring food prices down
Make housing more affordable
(Sounds like the socialist, she’s not supposed to be)
All the while maintaining….
“As commander in chief, I will ensure America has the strongest, most lethal fighting force in the world. And I will fulfill our sacred obligation to care for our troops and their families, and I will always honor and never disparage their service and their sacrifice.”
– Kamala Harris DNC speech
Which means, with the strongest, most lethal fighting force in the world, she already plans on killing the people she will be told to kill.
In the name of democracy or freedom, or whatever bullshit it takes to keep the “defense” contractors happy and flush with cash to kill.
Ironically, 45 was probably the least lethal president, outside of all his bullying brave bluster, though it wasn’t for a lack of trying. Oops.
If she continues to do war, then
She is just another puppet
In a toy box full of puppets
Dancing on some strings
As a statistical anomaly
Doing the distracting dance
Of the corporate puppeteers
Keeping the masses entranced
On the stage of fear and cheer
Hyperbolizing both to
Maintain a greed economy
Of want over necessity
Gluttony over goodness
Consumption over compassion
Narcissism over niceness
I don’t care who “wins”…
“My problem is with (huh, huh) authority.”
– Lewis Black
All she has to do now is
Be prepared to sell it
Under interview scrutiny
As to how she’ll pull it off
With some smooth talking
Silver tongue sweetness
That will put ol’ what’s his name to shame
But at least everyone will be included in the
Imperialistic march toward cheap resources
From whatever country hasn’t been mined or drilled
As the preprogrammed, get to clap and applaud
Though in all likelihood the planetary
Bloodbath will continue to overflow
But at least everyone will be included
Forgetting we are all on a planet sized battle station
With our own death star aimed directly back at us
“Blood On The World’s Hands”
“Sometimes it makes me wonder
Sometimes it makes me question
Sometimes it makes me saddened
Always it makes me angry but…
When you can see it happening
The madness that’s all around you
Nobody seems to worry
The world seems so powerless to act…
It’s out of control
Blood on the world’s hands
Each day a new toll
Another assassination
The same day a new creation
But what are they coming into
Security of a world that brings…
One day another killing
Somewhere there’s someone starving
Another a savage raping
Meanwhile there’s someone
Laughing at us
It’s out of control
Blood on the world’s hands
Each day it goes on
Brutality and aggression
Tomorrow another lesson
Expecting another air raid
Praying for a ceasefire
They say things are getting better
No need to be complacent
There’s chaos across the border
And one day it could be happening to us
It’s out of control
Blood on the world’s hands
It’s our epitaph
It’s out of control
Someone should know
Blood on the world’s hands
Someone Should”
– Iron Maiden
“I write to expunge the darkness so
That someday light may shine through”
– Angelo Devlin
Will never be known
Only perceptions will emerge
From subjective views
Glimpses of reality
That no one else can see
Experience or replicate
There are simply
Too many moving parts
Quarks and neutrinos
Making up atoms
Cells and clusters
Zipping this way and that
Alternating between
Waves and particles
Mass and mystery
Combining at once
In anthropomorphic form
Moment to moment
As some move on and
Some stay for the ride
All aboard a spaceship
Hurling through the cosmos
Made up of the same
Quarks and neutrinos
Waves and particles
As some sort of
Done with mirrors illusion
(My understanding is that, every eleven years, give or take, every cell in the human body is replaced. Begging the first question. Where did “you” go”? Along with, now, who are you? If you are what you eat, then you have flushed away, who you were.
For example, skin cells change more often than bone cells. Oxygen cells are converted near immediately into the bloodstream. Transforming alleged nutrition into energy and / or waste. Divinely depending on where it is needed.)
Truths are made up
Like money and borders
Names of animals and plants
Stars and galaxies
People and places
Numbers and values
Languages and math
Karma and justice
God(s) religion(s) and time
All made up
Because in the bizarreness
Of our collective consciousness
………. we can
And yet
Depending on the circumstance
One is still inclined
To cling to one
Or the other
Or all
As if one or the many
Are, or even maybe
The “truth”
Like it is the oxygen
One needs to breathe
To feel internally / eternally okay
Which only lasts but a moment
“The opposite of a profound truth is
another profound truth” – Niels Bohr
“And That’s the Truth”
“Pblblthhhh,”
– Lily Tomlin
“All of that
Which has reality
Has no basis
In reality, “
– Angelo Devlin
FEAR
Because both sides
Are selling it from
Different directions
One side is mongering
That the bogeymen are
Coming across the “border”
As sinister socialism
Lurks in the shadows
With absolutely no plan
To conquer or eliminate
Just finger-pointing at fear
While the other side
Is touting that your
Alleged comfortable life
Will just be gone
Along with vague freedoms
You never use anyway
Locked up forever
If you don’t join up
In some safety in numbers
Preservation of a form
Government that works
For who it is intended
“We the people”*, aka the
Wealthy and connected
It always reverts back to
An egocentric attachment
Of one’s solipsistic
Selfish selection of
How will it perceptually
Benefit me, myself, and I
Like Mark Twain said
“If voting made any difference, they wouldn’t let us do it.”
We will get the government we deserve
Based on our behaviors and
Our blind eye focus
On what benefits, you guessed it….. benefit me
Why else would we perpetually and voluntarily fund a
Military industrial complex mammalian murdering machine
When that same money could be spent on housing and
Food with the same global distribution efficiencies that
Brings everybody their latest gizmo they don’t need
On a host Gaia consciousness spaceship, we ALL live on
“The entire narrative of this country argues against the truth of who you are.”
Ta-Nehisi Coates
* https://angelodevlin.com/2018/11/12/feeling-left-out/
“I write to expunge the darkness so
That someday light may shine through”
– Angelo Devlin
From a hideous person
To a beautiful person
And yet….
No surgeries are scheduled
No amount of pretty plastic
Puttied around a putrid
Appearance will alter my
Perception of how I see
Myself internally
Likewise, no knife is sharp enough
To cut off the layers of linear
Accumulated self doubt and anger
No amount of bandages and time
Will heal the gross misunderstanding
Of the value there is in just being here
Words are the cure
Magical mystical words
Using divine dialog
Repeated in the reverse ad nauseum
To auto suggest I may have value
There is creativity in kindness
Beauty in perceptions
Patience in infinite supply
And just when I think I have
No closure for this blog post
My musical muse presents
A song on the radio, I’ve never heard
By a band that I do not know
At just the right time and place
“Might Love Myself”
“Think I might
Think I might love my-
Think I might
Think I might love myself
I thought love was overrated
And I don’t know how to take it
Still chasing ghosts
I feel so unsure
And I sold myself a lie
Still gave it one more try
Gave everything that I had and more
Couldn’t happen to me
Couldn’t happen to me
Couldn’t happen to me
Ooh, then it
Took my body over
Lost all my composure
Never felt quite like this before
Chemistry is changing
Emotions rearranging
I’m outta my cage
Breaking my spell
Think I might
Think I might love myself
Trade my hope for pain
Still hate who I became
How long am I gonna be young and lost?
Might never feel right
Never be clear
But nothing’ll change until I face my fear
Done paying the price without knowing the cost
Could it happen to me?
Could it happen to me?
Could it happen to me? Yeah
It took my body over
Lost all my composure
Never felt quite like this before
Chemistry is changing
Emotions rearranging
I’m outta my cage
Breaking my spell
Think I might
Think I might love myself
Think I might
Think I might love my-
Think I might
Think I might love my-
Focused on the time
How I’m losing every minute
Gotta make a choice
Gotta push it to the limit
Never felt better
Never making an apology
I’m exactly who I wanna be
I’m exactly who I wanna be
Well, it took my body over
Lost all my composure
Never felt quite like this before
Chemistry is changing
Emotions rearranging
I’m outta my cage
Breaking my spell
Think I might
Think I might love myself
Think I might love myself
Think I might love myself”
– Beartooth
Think of all the wasted money that could be saved
On the Josef Mengele type of deformation surgeries
When it could be replaced by words and dialog
Self reflection transitioning to real self-love
A deep understanding that transcends what
Other people think that unbeknownst to society
Are probably in the same boat of confusion
Just aren’t willing to lop off and add appendages
Oh wait, I forgot, that will not help the economy
Driven to distraction over who should do what
At whatever age a notion occurs at the time
Adolescents playing Dr. Frankenstein with themselves
Because they can and parents allow it as some
Sort of fraudulent freedom, irreversible, now prison
On the gamble that their outer self
Will reflect their inner self / selves
Speaking of gambling
On most legal “gaming” machines
There is a clear rule that states
No one under 18 / 21 is allowed to play
Out of the many reasons, am sure thar
One would be, not having the maturity
Let alone have the money required to play
“Sometimes, I just follow
A dark path…… because
I can not find my way.”
– Angelo Devlin
Nothing to see here
Especially if it is one’s
Arbitrary selection
Based on nothing
But mental manifestations
Of opposites for the sake of
Having an opposing view
It doesn’t matter…..
(Candidate
Team
Brand
Religion
Nationality
Race)*
If it is your choice
In any of the above
Magically
Faults & unpleasant facts
“Warts & all”
Conveniently disappear
Could it be any more
Transparent than that…..
The side “I’ve” chosen
Is pure and good, while
The “other” side is
Disgusting and evil
You are bad and
I am good. Pllbhlhth
What are we?
Collectively? Five? Maybe six?
Certainly not evolved beings
To realize we are all
(Get this)
ON THE SAME TEAM
One consciousness
Dust with awareness
Just not enough awareness
To realize we are not separate
From what we hate or love
The older I get
The more obvious this is
When one can
Possess nothing
The least to
Cling to is a side
For the sake of
Having a side
That somehow
Your whatever
Is better than
Someone else’s
When it is all
Made up of the same
God Particle
*
If you feel like none
Of these are chosen
But selected at birth
Yet, feel proud about
Then ego and conceit
Take over your divinity
This leads to ignoring
Your warts and all
“Faults and unpleasant facts”
“Don’t be proud. Too much pride as it is.
Pride goeth before a fall. Never forget Proverbs.” (Proverbs 16:18)
– George Carlin
Proverbs 16:18 Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall. 16:19 It is better to be lowly in spirit along with the oppressed than to share plunder with the proud.
The no warts and nothing to see here crowds
Are manifesting over “their” candidates
Forgetting their humaness or lack thereof
By pointing a finger at each other’s bad traits
Forgetting the hidden three pointing back
Making it glaringly obvious that
What one hates the most is……..themselves
It is just unrecognizable in the mirror
That they face, but refuse to see
When you recognize that you are
Intrinsically made up of both sides
That your molecules are intertwined and
Interchangeable with other’s molecules
The warts and all no longer hold sway
Over your beingness and all of infinity
Subtle and overt indoctrinations
Infused over time, or banged over the head
Have led the collective into believing
That they are not the enemy themselves
If given a chance, would eliminate
In order to (get this) ……. be happy
Ooopsie
“I write to expunge the darkness so
That someday light may shine through”
– Angelo Devlin
At the speed
Of insanity
While Rome burns
The emperors fiddle
Distracting peasants
With petty promises
Frantic finger pointing
Whilst getting
Nothing done
Just a permanent
Side show
Put on for free by the
Donkeys and elephants
In the three ring circus
Sponsored by
Greedy corporations
To keep the
Masses docile
A safe distance
From revolution
A safer distance
From enlightenment
While quibbling over
Which animal
Has more faults
In their refined act of
Braying and trumpeting
Kicking and stomping
The ground into
Clouds of dust
For the sake of
Stirring up the
Dirt and feces
Only to go home
To watch more
Divisive distractions
On digital display
Of endless
Sporting events
Using the same guise
Of rooting for
“Their” team
Against other’s teams
Gambling on
Praying for
Bragging rights
Statistical uselessness
That if so and so
Didn’t drop the ball
Or if what’s his name
Wasn’t on the
Injured reserves
“They” would have won
Without lifting one
Finger of participation
Just expending energy
Fueled by
Alcohol consumption
Mindless gluttony and
Inflated egos
“When you’re born, you get a ticket to the freak show.
When you’re born in America, you get a front row seat.”
– George Carlin
Is that a pusillanimous
Past petulant president
Is afraid to debate a girl
Where this should have stopped.
Oops, there are no “shoulds”
A bully who can cozy up
To other bad boy bullies
Is afraid to debate a girl
A nincompoop who can
Manipulate the Supreme Court
Is afraid to debate a girl
A narcissistic know it all
Egotistical expert on everything
Is afraid to debate a girl
A billionaire businessman
Author of Art of The Deal
Is afraid to debate a girl
Xenophobic racist misogynist
Held liable for rape and assault
Is afraid to debate a girl
Where this could have stopped. Nope.
An alleged survivor of an
Alleged assassination attempt
Is afraid to debate a girl
And some people want him
To be their leader, who…..
Is afraid to debate a girl
How much longer can the
Celebrity sycophants keep faith
In their wannabee would be
Dictator on day one with
Thirty-four felony convictions
Expecting him to lead when he
Is afraid to debate a girl
Is afraid to debate a girl
Is afraid to debate a girl
Is afraid to debate a girl
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Should I find myself buying into
One or a thousand conspiracy theories
I would need to reprimand myself
Knowing fool / full well, I am unable to
Objectively prove that I exist
Which would be tantamount to accepting
That the Bible is / as the word of God
Knowing it has been translated
Revised, rewritten, with omissions
Additions, vague translations
By kings no less, with new suitable versions
While the main media and subsequent media
Will purposefully state there are investigations
Into the alleged assassination attempt of 45
There will be no stories or headlines declaring
Searches for alternative scenarios of other intents
Questioning all that happened that day and not just
Finger wagging and voices raised over responsible parties
But potential sympathies elevated and fundraising help
Unlikely, yet assassinated patsies and bystanders before
Any real investigations could possibly take place
Death is a small price to pay when power is hungry
Just (mis)information floating out as temporary fact
While nearly immediately, a new news cycle starts anew
As facts, perceptions and memes disappear down
A short memory hole forever altered permanently
Due to the rise of real and false conspiracy theories
The deaf dumb and blind following of a dopey deity
Can not even make a push to curb access to AR-15’S
To maybe prevent their “leader” from being shot at again
When it is too easy to purchase mental real estate
That divine intervention prevented their saviors’ * death
Where is divine intervention during school shootings?
* (A savior found civilly liable for assault and rape
A convicted felon of business fraud on 34 counts
A womanizing philanderer with 5 children by 3 wives
Failed businessman with six bankruptcies & charity fraud
None of the stuff that Jesus fella is known for
Not in that one book gleaned on occasion
Maybe that is the part that was edited out)
When in all plausible scenarios, it is just as likely
That in a twisted Manchurian candidate shooting
There is a popularity bump in his polling numbers
As his cultish unquestioning followers strap Maxipads
To their ears, who refused to wear masks for……..
Appearances sake, for fear of looking……foolish…Oopsie
“I love conspiracy theories. I used to just live on it. You know it’s all hype and garbage, but you’re still really paranoid afterwards. It’s fun entertainment.”
– Doug Stanhope
At least at the “Assassination Museum” formerly the School Book Depository in Dallas, Texas. No dictated conclusions are drawn, merely as much information as possible so the tourists can decide for themselves. Sixty plus years and no provable conclusions. Just opinions, speculation, and theories to no evolutionary end.
Merely distractions, books, films, stories, myths, and mayhem.
You would think at this time, with all of the digitized Zapruder
Wannabes there would no longer be any mysteries as to what
Really happened on July 13th. Instead, faster than any bullet
Can travel, misinformation was spread and adhered to quicker
Than 45 could get his gold shoes on to be shuffled off stage
If either candidate was the target, the same questions apply
Certainly, I do not want to pull an Alex Jones / Sandy Hook.
Some rhetorical questions and speculation for fun entertainment
How is there no blood on his hand after grabbing his ear? Hmm?
If one was really shot, would either have the wherewithal to rise up
Giving a fist pump to fight? What is there to “fight” for?
Why would a rally be held in a location of convenient height roofs?
It’s almost like a Deally Plaza motorcade route turkey shoot.
From the alleged shooters location, how did it nick the top of his ear? Or was that an exit wound after traveling through his empty head?
Is the reason no one has been fired over the “security” lapse, is because everyone was doing the “job” they were supposed to?
How did his ear heal so quickly? Surgical stainless steel piercings take longer to heal. Divine intervention, or vanity, and narcissism?
“What you see is not real,
Those who know will not tell
All is lost sold, your souls
To this brave new world, “
– Iron Maiden
“Brave New World”
Those who know will not tell
If one believes in something enough
Taking orders is easy to do regardless
If human lives are at stake as long as
The outcome is to one’s liking
Or the queen of diamonds played her hand
Or that 45 was once a second rate
Reality TV star who learned to react on cue
While others quickly applied makeup
That the viewing audience would never see
Now, I must reprimand myself for making this too long.
“I never wish to be right,
Only to be understood,
If you have questioned
Your beliefs. Then maybe
I have done some good. “
– Angelo Devlin
Looking at the world through a windshield. 