Deep in the recess
Of your brilliant
Divine conscious
Magnificent mind
Are universal truths
Superseding beliefs
Knowing what you know
But ignore anyway
That you are, in fact
A part of a whole
Rather, the whole whole
No separation between
You and your enemies
You and your friends
You and all the Gods
The space between your
Eyeballs and this screen
The space between you
And the never-ending
End of infinite infinity
Some call it Source
Others say it is God
Matters not its moniker
I understand it as Word
“The Word already existed.
The Word was with God,
And the Word was God.”
John 1:1
“Nothing” exists with Word
Everything exists because of
Word and any and all words
That’s how powerful Word is
From the molecules that
Make up water or a tree
Are the same ones
Found in you and me
One just has to observe them
In order to experience reality
How you decipher the context
From all of the content is how much
You exercise your limited free will
All from universal truths
Found in a compartment
“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
Observers and recordings
Fact checkers and BS detectors
Along with transcripts
Date and time stamped
Of my chaotic conversations
With copious notes taken
By outside third parties
Regarding the setting, tone
Volume and room temperature
Who was there
Listening or participating
How did they perceive it
Would they be able to
Communicate it back clearly
In an unbiased way
So that it might later be
Deciphered what points I made
Compared to what was intended
Did it go over their head
Or under their radar
Was that a genuine laugh or a
Well disguised courtesy chuckle
Whose feelings were hurt, also
Other unintended consequences
That I might re-regurgitate the
Dialog next time to make it better
More thoughtful, rehearsing every
Nice nuance until I get it right
What could have gone missing
When I was barely listening
Was it the critical clue
Making the difference
Of understanding you
“Reality can not be
Properly checked
In an echo chamber.”
– Angelo Devlin
As a fun house of mirrors
Navigating my way
Down empty hallways
Towards double reflections
With me behind me and
Also, in front of me
Recognizing that everything
Reflects internally for what
Is experienced externally
Quantum mechanics teaches me
That which is not observed
Does not exist
Until then, it is all just waves
Since, in my best perception of
Not having a victimhood mentality
I don’t see or experience tragedies
Merely events that happen, causing
Responses that occur in lieu of
Reacting like I have no control
Which requires one or the other of
Intentional and unintentional detachment
Unintentional from learned behavior
Intentional via self-preservation
Both, near instantaneously
Conscious and unconscious decisions
An observed tree is just a tree unless
I perceive to “be” that tree, whereas I
Can picture myself as that tree with
Deep roots, absorbing nutrients from
My surroundings to grow each year
Provide strength, comfort, and shade
Or simultaneously be the sun and sky
To provide heat, light, and rain that
Allows the tree to grow in the first place
Conditions that manifest the holistic
Approach that all, All is One absolutely
Or perhaps this is just therapy for a solipsist
“Strong Enough To Bend”
There’s a tree out in the back yard
That never has been broken by the wind
And the reason it’s still standin’
It was strong enough to bend
For years we have stayed together
As lovers and as friends
What we have will last forever
If we’re strong enough to bend
When you say somethin’ that you can’t take back
A big wind blows and you hear a little crack
When you say “Hey, well, I might be wrong”
You can sway with the wind till the storm is gone
(Sway with the wind till the storm is gone)
Like a tree
(Like a tree)
Out in the back yard
That never has been broken by the wind
Our love
(Our love)
Will last forever
If we’re strong enough to bend
(Yeah)
When you start thinkin’ that you know it all
A big wind blows and a branch will fall
When you say “Hey, this job takes two”
We can sway with the wind till the skies turn blue
(Sway with the wind till the skies turn blue)
Like the tree
(Like the tree)
Out in the back yard
That never has been broken by the wind
Our love
(Our love)
Will last forever
If we’re strong enough to bend
Our love
(Our love)
Will last forever
If we’re strong enough to bend
“All of that
Which has reality
Has no basis
In reality”
– Angelo Devlin
Is an ominous euphemism
For “It may snow.”
Winter – cold
Weather – snow
Advisory – warning
Beware of snow
Aaaggh
Which is when I usually hear
The beaten dead horse cliches
Zipping around like molecules
“Drive safe”, or “be safe” or
The worst one. “Have a “safe” trip”
That are so worn out
Like bald tires, I say…
Nope, I am going to drive
With reckless abandon
If nothing else, then try
To keep them alert of
Their rhetorical redundancy
Safe is one of those safe words
One can say, when they don’t know
What the fuck else to say
If anyone put in the slightest effort
To wish someone well on a departure
They would leave them with
Have an exciting adventure or
Hope that while you are on the way
To your destination that you get
Closer to your soul and discover your self
In the process of going to Cleveland
Or over that snowy mountain pass
“The point of the journey
Is not to arrive”
“The point of departure
Is not to return”
From Rush’s
“Prime Mover”
Even though every trip
May seem to others
Like redundant work
In a five hundred mile factory
While sitting in an air ride chair
With few bathroom breaks
Each and every one
Is entirely different
From who you speak with
If you can get a quick laugh
Or share a common complaint
To what you listen to on
The new nightly adventure
Music, heavy metal, classical,
Jazz, pop, grunge, standards,
Latin, classic rock, country
Or my new favorite ………….
Nothing at all, save for my thoughts
News, fake, favorite or focused
Audio books, or old time radio
Or just a good song
From Rush’s
“Prime Mover”
“Basic elemental
Instinct to survive
Stirs the higher passions
Thrill to be alive
Alternating currents
In a tidewater surge
Rational resistance
To an unwise urge
Anything can happen…
From the point of conception
To the moment of truth
At the point of surrender
To the burden of proof
From the point of ignition
To the final drive
The point of the journey
Is not to arrive
Anything can happen…
Basic temperamental
Filters on our eyes
Alter our perceptions
Lenses polarize
Alternating currents
Force a show of hands
Rational responses
Force a change of plans
Anything can happen…
From a point on the compass
To magnetic north
The point of the needle
Moving back and forth
From the point of entry
Until the candle is burned
The point of departure
Is not to return
Anything can happen…
I set the wheels in motion
Turn up all the machines
Activate the programs
And run behind the scene
I set the clouds in motion
Turn up light and sound
Activate the window
And watch the world go ’round
From the point of conception
To the moment of truth
At the point of surrender
To the burden of proof
From the point of ignition
To the final drive
The point of a journey
Is not to arrive
Anything can happen…”
As I try to comprehend
Each and every given moment
In any or all experiences as
A strand in the thread bare fabric
Of the Space-time continuum
Reveals itself for me to pull it
That I, too, may become one
With all of infinite infinity
As in a hand of man to hand of God
I’m never quite able to connect
But then another moment
Comes along near instantaneously
Grabbing my fickle fragile focus
To allow the seamstress of
Insanity to sew up the loose end
I’m looking meticulously for the next one
In a Sisyphean boulder, push up the hill
It will be as long-lasting as the last one
Still, the search continues with all of the hope that
Charlie Brown has for Lucy not to move the ball
Knowing infinitely, he will land on his back….again
It’s best that I chalk it up to experience and move on
How many people’s emotions
Are chemically dependent on
A pharmaceutical behemoth
Industrial corporation complex
That does not give two shits
About anyone’s overall well-being
That are simply contemplating
How to add to their bottom line
In ways to administer drugs with
Just enough poison to sedate
But not enough to quite kill
After all, a dead customer is
A non repeating customer
“I don’t like the drugs, but the drugs like me
I don’t like the drugs, the drugs, the drugs
Norm life, baby
//
You and I are underdosed, and we’re ready to fall
We’re raised to be stupid, taught to be nothing at all
We’re taught to be nothing at all
//
I don’t like the drugs but the drugs like me
I don’t like the drugs, the drugs, the drugs
I don’t like the drugs but the drugs like me
I don’t like the drugs, the drugs, the drugs
Norm life, baby
//
“There’s a hole in our soul that we fill with dope
And we’re feeling fine. “
“There’s a hole in our soul that we fill with dope
And we’re feeling fine. “
“There’s a hole in our soul that we fill with dope
And we’re feeling fine. “
I don’t like the drugs, but the drugs like me
I don’t like the drugs, the drugs, the drugs”
– Marilyn Manson
Cue the TV advertisement……
Never radio. Why??
Because you can not see
The visual cues to trigger
Well crafted head nods and subtle smiles
That subliminally suggest that you, too, can
Be happy as a clam if you can take
A “Doctor” voice recommended dose
To level your lull with lullaby music
As the artificial sun is always shining
Over a fake grass, an extremely clean park
Butterflies flying for no apparent reason
With everyone smiling, staring into the distance
While the voice-over actor repeats
The pharmaceutical poison pill’s name
As it remains permanently on screen
That has more lethal side effects than
Possible cures that you think you “need”
Just call your doctor *…….now
*
“He’s the one they call,”Dr. Feelgood”
He’s the one that makes ya feel all right
He’s the one they call “Dr. Feelgood”
He’s gonna be your Frankenstein
Let him soothe your soul. Just take his hand
(Dr. Feelgood)
Some people call him an evil man
(Dr. Feelgood)
Let him introduce himself real good
(Dr. Feelgood)
He’s the only one they call “Feelgood””
– Motley Crüe
“And by the way, you’re supposed to have anxiety. Did you know that? It’s a human emotion. It’s been around for a couple of million years.
You’re supposed to worry about things. You’re supposed to be concerned that the rent’s not going to get paid,
…………‘cause that’s how the fucking rent gets paid!”
– Christopher Titus
“I Wanna Be Sedated
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go
I wanna be sedated
Nothin’ to do and nowhere to go
I wanna be sedated
Just get me to the airport
Put me on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane
I can’t control my fingers
I can’t control my brain
Oh no no no no no
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go
I wanna be sedated
Nothin’ to do and nowhere to go
I wanna be sedated
Just put me in a wheelchair
Get me on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane
I can’t control my fingers
I can’t control my brain
Oh no no no no no
I wanna be sedated
I wanna be sedated
I wanna be sedated
I wanna be sedated”
– Ramones
“I write to expunge the darkness
So that someday
Light may shine through”
– Angelo Devlin
Of time travelers who
Can not find
Their time machine
To get back to where
They started from or
When they need to
Escape from fast
Yet, there is no “to”
To be in, that is safe
From making those
Sophie’s choice decisions
That do not alter each
Or subsequent timelines
From previous outcomes
I may be a free spirit or
I may be a ridged contrarian
Or perhaps a rebel
Without a cause
But, the one thing
I follow
Is time’s arrow >>>———->
It does not go north or south
East or west, up or down
Only forward, never reverse
What I have done or thought
Even one billionth of a second ago
Can not be undone, holy shit!
Even for this blog post
I could press delete instead of schedule
Which only means you wouldn’t read this
Everything else follows a trajectory
(Even you can not unread these words
You may forget or ignore them, however
Now the ball is in your court, to like or leave)
Type it out, edit, add lyrics and quotes
That pop in my head from a vast collection
Of about the only information I remember…
Useless knowledge
“Let’s just think about this for a minute”
– Bill Hicks
“Eggs do not get unbroken, milk won’t unspill
and baseballs will not return to the bat.”
– Dr. Brian Greene
Thoughts, actions, and unkindness, etc.
All proceed in an irreversible manner
Likewise, so does kindness, etc.
“We teach best what we need to learn most ourselves.”
– Richard Bach
“Time Marches On”
“Sister cries out, from her baby bed
Brother runs in, feathers on his head
Mama’s in her room learnin’ how to sew
Daddy’s drinkin’ beer, listenin’ to the radio
Hank Williams sings Kaw-Liga and Dear John
And time marches on, time marches on
Sister’s using rouge and clear complexion soap
Brother’s wearin’ beads and he smokes a lot of dope
Mama is depressed, barely makes a sound
Daddy’s got a girlfriend in another town
Bob Dylan sings “Like a Rolling Stone”
And time marches on, time marches on
The South moves north, North moves south
A star is born, a star burns out
The only thing that stays the same is
Everything changes, everything changes
Sister calls herself a sexy grandma
Brother’s on a diet for high cholesterol
Mama’s out of touch with reality
Daddy’s in the ground beneath the maple tree
As the angels sing an old Hank Williams song
Time marches on, time marches on
Time marches on, time marches on
Time marches on, time marches on”
– Tracy Lawrence
“Caught Somewhere In Time”
“If you had the time to lose
An open mind and time to choose
Would you care to take a look
Or can you read me like a book?
Time is always on my side
Time is always on my side
Can I tempt you, come with me
Be Devil may care, fulfill your dream
If I said I’d take you there
Would you go, would you be scared?
Time is always on my side
Time is always on my side
Don’t be afraid, you’re safe with me
Safe as any soul can be honestly
Just let yourself go
Caught somewhere in time
Caught somewhere in time
Caught somewhere in time… oh oh
Caught somewhere in time
Caught somewhere in time
Caught somewhere in time… oh oh
Like a wolf in sheep’s clothing
You try to hide your deepest sins
Of all the things that you’ve done wrong
And I know where you belong
Time is always on my side
Time is always on my side
Make you an offer you can’t refuse
You’ve only got your soul to lose
Eternally… let yourself go!
Caught somewhere in time
Caught somewhere in time
Caught somewhere in time… oh oh
Caught somewhere in time
Caught somewhere in time
Caught now in two minds!”
– Iron Maiden
On another level
You chose to be born
You cannot choose be unborn
Even suicide does not undo that
However, you can choose
Not to create a vehicle
For another soul to drive
Whilst you get your
Shit together first
It makes the layers of
Complications clearer and
Much easier to deal with
Me, I am recognizing that all ways, always
“I’ve got a long way to go
And a short time to get there
I’m forward bound,
Just watch ol’ Angelo run”
With apologies to….
– Jerry Reed’s
“East Bound and Down”
My house of cards
On a Sisyphean rock
Wish me luck
I am sure it will end
Up like a castle
As soon as I
Get to the top
Occur in the Planktonian nanosecond
Before you awake from a short slumber
Or a deep REM sleep of unconsciousness
With the whole universe laid out
Before you, to exercise one’s limited freewill
Each and every time that you wake up
Like, in the Bill Murray movie “Groundhog Day,”
As the universe sings, “I’ve Got You Babe,”
Where each day is a lifetime and likewise
Every lifetime is a day in which you get to play
You are the creation of yourself
In your own image with all of the
Beliefs you choose to believe for the
Sake of experiencing experiences
A sort of erasure occurs during
This reset of slumber and things
Can look completely different or
Entirely the same depending on
One’s perspective outlook and plan
I am learning this, and therefore
Trying to shrug the atlas to enjoy
Each moment’s experience
What could be better than that?
Try holding on to the last moment
While reaching for the next
“Hold on to nothing, as fast as you can.”
Tori Amos
From “Pretty good year”
Realizing that there is zero evidence of
Creation or the big bang, save for theories
Printed in books with demarcation agendas
In the alleged beginning, blah, blah, blah…..blah
(Science is just as guilty as religion)
Too many scientists anchor their dialog
Around an accepted “theory” as proof *
When you hear or read anyone, especially scientists
Ask yourself if they know when or where
The big bang occurred in apparent surroundings
Of which they do not, then you will know
It completely obliterates their notion that
Science is all about facts and proof, while
Dismissing proof that all exists, always, all ways
Which doesn’t require belief, only fascination
To wonder with wow, that I can think, utilizing
The conglomeration of molecules that have
Manifested into an autonomous being with a brain
That can see, smell, taste, touch, hear, etc.
Having concrete opinions based on malleable
Medias, pointing which way the wind blows
* The Big Bang
A theory that has as much proof as
Folklore, wishful thinking and time, like
Unicorns, karma, solipsism, bogeymen,
Freedom, justice, liberty, reincarnation,
Democracy, being the “best” form of gov’t,
The “age” of our planet, the edge of the universe
Who shot JFK, Noah’s ark, talking serpents,
The well-being of Schrödinger’s cat, etc.
“Pretty Good Year”
Tears on the sleeve of a man
Don’t wanna be a boy today
Heard the eternal footman
Bought himself a bike to race
And Greg he writes letters
And burns his CDs
They say you were something in those formative years
Hold onto nothing
As fast as you can
Well still pretty good year
Maybe a bright sandy beach
Is going to bring you back
May not so now you’re off
You’re gonna see America
Well let me tell you something about america
Pretty good year
Some things are melting now
Well what’s it gonna take
Till my baby’s alright
And Greg he writes letters with his birthday pen
Sometimes he’s aware that they’re drawing him in
Lucy was pretty
Your best friend agreed
Still Pretty good year
– Tori Amos
To ourselves creating
Our collective reality
Or our (soul’s) self
Creating a subjective one
Even if not, could you
Think of a better way
To take responsibility
For every action that
One utilizes their behavior
Or context of words to
Manipulate an outcome
To one’s own liking
Not for karma or justice or
Approval from God / Word
But simply for the
Sake of experiences
Exhaustively repetitious or
Seemingly brand new
“The heaviest burden:
“What, if some day or night, a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you:
‘This life, as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more; and there will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and sigh… must return to you—all in the same succession and sequence—even this spider and this moonlight between the trees and even this moment and I myself.
The eternal hourglass of existence is turned over again and again—and you with it, speck of dust!’
Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus? Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment when you would have answered him:
‘You are a god, and never have I heard anything more divine!’ If this thought were to gain possession of you, it would change you as you are, or perhaps crush you.
The question in each and every thing, “do you want this once more and innumerable times more?” would lie upon your actions as the greatest weight.
Or how well disposed would you have to become to yourself and to life to crave nothing more fervently than this ultimate eternal confirmation and seal?”
― Friedrich Nietzsche
Don’t let it crush you
Otherwise, it will
Infinitely crush you
Consider then, having experienced
Infinite births, infinite deaths
Infinite loves at “first” sight
Infinite failed tests, infinite success
Infinite toe stubs, infinite headaches
Infinite marriages, infinite divorces
Infinite children, infinite good jobs
Infinite bad bosses, infinite, etcetera’s
Infinite bowel movements
“Ooops, I think I’ve gone too far,”
– George Carlin
How, after all of that
Does one not consider the
Miracle of each moment
Passed through infinitely
“Infinite Dreams”
“Infinite dreams, I can’t deny them
Infinity is hard to comprehend
I couldn’t hear those screams
Even in my wildest dreams
Suffocation waking in a sweat
Scared to fall asleep again
In case the dream begins again
Someone chasing, I can not move
Standing rigid, a nightmare’s statue
What a dream when will it end
And will I transcend?
Restless sleep the minds in turmoil
One nightmare ends another fertile
It’s getting to me so scared to sleep
But scared to wake now, in too deep.
Even though it’s reached new heights
I’d rather like the restless nights
It makes me wonder, it makes me think
There’s more to this. I’m on the brink
It’s not the fear of what’s beyond
It’s just that I might not respond
I have an interest almost craving
But would I like to get too far in?
Can’t all be coincidence
Too many things are evident
You tell me you’re an unbeliever
Spiritualists? Well, me, I’m neither
Wouldn’t you like to know
The truth?
Or what’s out there to have the proof
And find out just which side
You’re on
Where would you end in Heaven or
In Hell?
Help me. Help me to find my true
Self without seeing the future
Save me, save me from torturing
Myself, even within my dreams
There’s got to be just more to it than this
Or tell me why do we exist
I’d like to think that when I die
I’d get a chance another time
And to return and live again
Reincarnate, play the game
Again and again and again.”
– Iron Maiden
Looking at the world through a windshield. 