Of any given momentary experience
Given that all experiences are momentary
They are just connected to time’s arrow
Still, they are loaded like a loaded question
With infinite individual intricacies imbued
By layers of doubt and confidence while
Simultaneously questioned and answered
For what caused them and what will they cause
It is fun to contemplate nuances infinite layers
However, time will not stand still, never, ever
So if you try and decipher an experience
Of its component parts that make it up
With its emotional factors and people involved
While trying to recall also, all the “matter” present
Let alone colors, sound, temperature, and light
Because as you think “back” in “time” to remember
What occurred, you get further and further away
Parts get missed, recollections become fuzzy
Besides, while mentally investigating an experience
You are constantly moving forward through new ones
When will those get their due process of nuances
But, let’s say you drive by a car accident
All together now, “you drive by a car accident”
Authorities and ambulances are already on scene
So, there is no need for you to pull over, and God forbid
Help, or get in the way, or just be a nosey Rosey
Stopping won’t stop you from opining on what
Happened, though it may be the furthest thing
From what actually occurred as you drive along
Saying to yourself or your passenger what
Must have caused it, texting, drinking, etc.
Never considering a blown steer tire or deer strike
Somehow, in one’s mind, it is the driver’s fault
Whole narratives emerge without concrete proof
Still, a story is told and repeated, while facts are absent
Save for its simplest reality that of a car accident
Ten people can drive by and have ten different stories
By time it hits a newspaper or news feed
The people who made up their own stories might
Easily and fairly assume that their version is closest
Now apply that logic to the current “train wreck”
Of chaos, collusion, and corruption, the collective is
Experiencing, all caught up in the confusion
Designed to detour itself away from its divinity
With evolving lazer pointer focused distractions
Because power knows it is losing its gross grip
We already know the content of those “files”
Just like we knew the content of Bush’s oil portfolio
Or any of the allegedly elected war criminals
To do their corporate master’s bidding to kill people
At deceptive democracy’s defenseless defense
Now step back a few thousand years and consider
Witnesses testimony of events that could only be
Passed down through rumor, gossip, and hearsay
Playing the telephone game before telephones existed
But now that information is in print, it is accepted as “fact.”
Give or take a few thousand reinterpretations and rewrites
Ooopsie
And just like the car accident
We gather and keep the information
Closest to our liking that suits and soothes
The moment we are in now
Because that is all we ultimately have
The nuances of this momentary experience
“The phantoms
Of our imagination
Are as real as the
Beliefs in our brain”
– Angelo Devlin
7 a: the expressed or manifested mind and will of God
– m-w.com
Word
Is God actualized
In form, materialized
A concept realized
All powerful
All knowing
Omniscient defined
1 : having infinite awareness, understanding, and insight
– m-w.com
In the most holy book
The dictionary
Even a digital one
Everything exists
Because of attachment
To words subjectively
Also, WORD objectively
“In the beginning, the Word already existed.
The Word was with God, and the Word was God.”
John 1:1
Everything is made up of WORD / Words
Which is where I find the most comfort
Not in the dictionary but rather the context
Of the content of all of the words cooperating
Simultaneously to manifest my reality
Subatomic particles, quarks, and neutrinos
Waves, rays, gasses, vacuums, and strings
Light, matter, telescopes, and microscopes
Stars, quasars, nebula, galaxies, and comets
Time, gravity, sight, sound, taste, touch, smell
Lungs, brains, heart, legs, feet, and fingers
Windshields, pavement, an air-ride seat, and tires
Radio, music, books, lyrics, silence and pillows
Family, home, patio, trees, shade, lawn, laughter
All in constant coordination to experience
Experiences for the sake of each experience
“All I want to do is learn to think like God.
All the rest is just details.”
– Einstein
No rules, no judgment, just experience
After all, the “Word” already existed
All ways, always, never created
Word is the singularity we are all a part of
That whole thermodynamic law thingy
Like energy, which is indestructable
Malleable, mysterious, and miraculous
Word’s soul / sole purpose
Is to be experienced
On earth. As it is……. In heaven
Here is where it sinks in
On earth.
As it is…….
In heaven *
“I think we’re part of a greater wisdom than we’ll ever understand, a higher order, call it what you want. Do you know what I call it? The Big Electron.
The Big Electron. Woooohhhh, woooohhhh, woooohhhh. It doesn’t punish, it doesn’t reward, it doesn’t judge at all. It just is, and so are we, for a little while.”
– George Carlin
I am but a puny piece of the big picture
However, can not emphasize enough
That it is there in black and white or
On my screen as white and black
Word already existed, and it always exists
How much more divinity does one need
To realize everything is connected to
WORD / words, context from content
There is no void of words anywhere
Even a void is filled with emptiness
Making the void, void of a void because
It is filled with something that is nothing
Empty space, vacant, hollow, open, etc.
* Heaven
“Let’s just think about this for a minute,”
– Bill Hicks
As one of millions of species riding along
On the Pale Blue Dot in the heavens, by default
We are in heaven, albeit traveling at high speed
Not so that one would immediately notice, though
Because collectively, we are distracted by nonsense
Keeping the allegedly most intelligent species
Killing itself, over its right to do so, how it sees fit
Or treating fellow space travelers poorly
Because words can be used to dehumanize some
Who may not be similar enough to others by
Using God / Words to disparage them for no reason
Save economic ones, fear, loathing, and greed
Superiority, misunderstanding, more compounded fear
Plus, a failure to recognize ourselves in the mirror
While accumulating nothing but numbers of
Dollars, pesos, francs, deutsche marks, yuan, won, ruble
Keeping in mind, of the “money” you do “have” is
Just a pixilated conglomeration of digital digits
Followed by ($) or (€,£,¥,€,₩,₽) with commas and a decimal point
Still,
“It’s all about money, not freedom.
Do you think you’re free?
Try going somewhere without money.”
– Bill Hicks
Who would have thunk, we needed money in heaven?
“All of that
Which has reality
Has no basis
In reality, “
– Angelo Devlin
Words in the world are
Drum roll, please……..
Tdbtdbtdbtdbtdntdb
Best: Solipsism
: a theory holding that the self can know nothing but its own modifications and that the self is the only existent thing.
– m-w.com
Worst: Justification
: the act or an instance of justifying something
– m-w.com
Solipsism is like creation or the big bang. It can not be proven or disproven, yet within it, both or neither may exist as one’s imagination deems necessary or interesting.
To occupy otherwise empty cranial real estate of an egocentric species with delusions of grandeur that they alone, through opinions or complacency, can solve all problems.
Narrowed down to blind consumerism that happiness will be achieved with the many “last” purchases of, if I buy this new car, new house, new mattress, new clothes, new toaster, new tool, new jewelry, new hairstyle, then I will be happy and at peace.
Or maybe if we add a new baby, a new puppy, change job, change spouse, change gender, change religion, change tax bracket, etc.
In either a solipsistic existence or a subjective / objective one, justification is usually used to quantify bad behavior as being acceptable as long as it is self (ego) justified.
What? Gas is going to be over $10.00 a gallon unless our tax income revenue publicly funded terrorist organization has to bomb a few hundred thousand people to prevent that. Hmmm.
I am opposed to war. However, I am more inclined to be opposed to paying $10.00 a gallon for gas. Guess I will turn a blind eye on this one, till something even more morally reprehensible comes along. Besides, the blood isn’t really on my hands. See, I even washed them in the Pontius Pilate sink. Me, I am merely working to feed my family and pay my share of taxes that……..Ooopsie. Sorry.
The worst of it is when alleged leaders of countries (usually controlled puppets of corporate greed) inform their masses, that ritualistic human slaughter must occur, under the guise of defense to “save” their lives and or lifestyles of the populace.
Simply by pointing a finger, through verbally demonizing dialog, that otherwise similar bipedal earthling artists pose some kind of vague perceived threat. Usually, under the pretense of clever distracting false flags.
“That’s the way the ruling class operates in any society. They try to divide the rest of the people. They keep the lower and the middle classes fighting with each other so that they, the rich, can run off with all the fucking money!
Fairly simple thing. Happens to work. You know? Anything different–that’s what they’re gonna talk about–race, religion, ethnic and national background, jobs, income, education, social status, sexuality, anything they can do to keep us fighting with each other, so that they can keep going to the bank!”
– George Carlin
Whether one lives in a subjective world or a solipsistic one, justifications seems to do the most harm, because they usually twist reality into bizarre means of cruel behavior. When objectively the external cruelty returns back on one’s self.
“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
Seems to be damn near impossible
After all, where does one start on
The Mobius strip of infinite reality
Let us try and start “at a beginning”
This seems simple enough, right?
I am alive.
Three words of an “honest” statement
With some help from AI
“As words, what is the difference or similarities between truth and honesty?
Excellent question — truth and honesty are closely related, but they’re not the same. Here’s how they differ and overlap:
1. Truth
Definition: What is factually accurate or real — it exists independently of what someone believes or says.
Example: “The earth orbits the sun” is a truth, regardless of whether someone is honest or not about it.
Key idea: Truth is objective — it’s about reality.
2. Honesty
Definition: The quality of being truthful — speaking or acting in a way that matches what you believe to be true.
Example: A person who genuinely believes something and says it openly is being honest, even if what they believe happens to be false.
Key idea: Honesty is subjective — it’s about integrity and intention.
In short:
Truth = what is.
Honesty = how you relate to what is.
Someone can be honest but wrong (if they believe a falsehood) or dishonest but accurate (if they tell the truth for manipulative reasons).”
– AI
Hmmmm, let’s start over on that Mobius strip.
In short:
Truth = what is.
Honesty = how you relate to what is.
Yeah, sure….
I am alive.
Who is I? Okay, me. Got it…… But wait…
Is I the “ego”?
“: the self especially as contrasted with another self or the world”
– m-w.com
Or is I the “spirit”?
“: an animating or vital principle held to give life to physical organisms”
The “honest” answer is…..
Whichever I believe
Oh shit, here we go again
Belief, proof, truth, and honesty are
On a mobius strip all by themselves
We haven’t even gotten to “am” yet
“:present tense first-person singular of be”
– m-w.com
I am
In other words, “me is” or “me be”
Sounds crudely simple, but it removes the ego
But now, what is me?
Is it the collective connection between
The brain, heart, and lungs?
Feets don’t fail me now. Are they included?
My best understanding based on a
Lifetime of minimal research, me is
A collection of molecules that gather together
To always be forming an autonomous being
Through alleged nutritional intake
Processing it through saliva and the gatekeeper throat
Splashing into a stomach pool of hydrochloric acid
That by itself can dissolve metals, bone, meat, and fiber
Yet, individuals walk around as if miraculous events
Are not occurring in their body and stomach by
Sending waste through a slow amusement park ride
Down the colon through intestines, both large and small
Meanwhile, my brain, heart, and lungs are controlling
All of that process, without any input from me, myself and I
And yet “I” have the audacity, “to be completely “honest” “
Declaring that “I am alive” when technically
“I” / “me” has nothing to do with “being” alive.
All the while, me, myself, and I are the three blind guys
Trying to describe the elephant as each “sees” it
Arguing amongst themselves as to who is being “honest”
Because unlike the fable, there is no passerby that will
Ever come along to reveal the “truth” of the elephant
Michaelangelo’s hand of man to God never connects
Throw in some solipsism and indoctrinated gaslighting
Then have a party while trying to be completely honest
On the dark side
This whole house of cards is built
On the shifting sands of deception
On the bright side
Think of the challenge it represents
To try and make human connections
Of shared or dissimilar experiences
While maintaining your place and
Remembering your lines played out
On the world’s spherical stage
The fragility of it all does not stop
The intention and effort it takes to
Prop up whatever card is placed
In order to balance it up again for
Another start, futile as it may be
Regarding the known outcome of
Our Sisyphian spiritual quest
“I have special glasses
To see the contradiction
In everything.”
– Angelo Devlin
Are not being
Taken away
Your right
To consume
Out of fear
Your right
To consume
Overpriced goods
Your right
To consume
Mindless media
Your right
To consume
Alternative facts
Your right
To consume
Flags and banners
Your right
To consume
Guns and bullets
Your right
To consume
Perfected propaganda
Your right
To consume
Untruths of immigrants
Your right
To consume
Exaggerations of crime
Your right
To consume
Fear of groups
Your right
To consume
Alleged Armageddon
You also have
Your right
To think
Your right
To question
Your right
Not to support
Billionaires
Your right
Not to support
Drug cartels like
Tobacco and alcohol
Your right
Not to support
Pharmaceutical poisons
Your right
To be kind and empathetic
Your right
To be patient and understanding
Your right
To be loving and caring
The following is a little long
However, it is by George Carlin
So that makes it okay.
“Here’s one more item for you, the last in our civics book: rights. Boy, everyone in this country is always running around, yammering about their fucking rights. I have a right. You have no right. We have a right.
They don’t a have right. Folks, I hate to spoil your fun but there’s no such thing as rights, OK.
They’re imaginary. We made them up, like the Boogie Man, the Three Little Pigs, Pinocchio, Mother Goose, shit like that.
Rights are an idea. They’re just imaginary. They’re a cute idea. Cute but that’s all. Cute and fictional.
But if you think you do have rights let me ask you this, where do they come from? People say, “Well, they come from God. They’re God-given rights.”
Oh, fuck, here we go again. Here we go again. The God excuse. The last refuge of a man with no answers and no argument, “They came from God.” Anything we can’t describe must have come from God.
Personally, folks, I believe that if your rights came from God, he would have given you the right to some food every day, and he would have given you the right to a roof over your head. God would have been looking out for you.
God would have been looking out for you, you know that? He wouldn’t have been worrying about making sure you have a gun so you can get drunk on Sunday night and kill your girlfriend’s parents.
But let’s say it’s true. Let’s say God gave us these rights. Why would he give us a certain number of rights?
The Bill of Rights in this country has ten stipulations, OK? Ten rights. And apparently, God was doing sloppy work that week because we’ve had to amend the Bill of Rights an additional 17 times, so God forgot a couple of things like slavery. Just fucking slipped his mind.
But let’s say God gave us the original ten. He gave the British 13. The British Bill of Rights has 13 stipulations. The Germans have 29. The Belgians have 25. The Swedish have only 6. And some people in the world have no rights at all.
What kind of a fucking, goddamn, God-given deal is that? No rights at all? Why would God give different people in different countries different numbers of different rights? Boredom? Amusement? Bad arithmetic? Do we find out at long last after all this time that God is weak in math skills?
Doesn’t sound like divine planning to me. Sounds more like human planning. Sounds more like one group trying to control another group. In other words, business as usual in America.
Now, if you think you do have rights, one last assignment for you. Next time you’re at the computer, get on the internet. Go to Wikipedia. When you get to Wikipedia, in the search field for Wikipedia, I want you to type in Japanese Americans 1942, and you’ll find out all about your precious fucking rights, OK? All right. You know about it. You know about it. Yeah.
In 1942, there were 110,000 Japanese-American citizens in good standing, law-abiding people, who were thrown into internment camps simply because their parents were born in the wrong country. That’s all they did wrong.
They had no right to a lawyer, no right to a fair trial, no right to a jury of their peers, no right to due process of any kind. The only right they had? Right this way, into the internment camps.
Just when these American citizens needed their rights the most, their government took them away, and rights aren’t rights if someone can take them away. They’re privileges.
That’s all we’ve ever had in this country is a bill of temporary privileges. And if you read the news even badly, you know that every year, the list gets shorter and shorter and shorter.
You see how silly that is? Yeah. Sooner or later, the people in this country are going to realize the government does not give a fuck about them. The government doesn’t care about you or your children or your rights or your welfare or your safety.
It simply doesn’t give a fuck about you. It’s interested in its own power. That’s the only thing keeping it and expanding it wherever possible.
Personally, when it comes to rights, I think one of two things is true. I think either we have unlimited rights or we have no rights at all.
Personally, I lean toward unlimited rights. I feel, for instance, I have the right to do anything I please. But if I do something you don’t like, I think you have the right to kill me.
So where are you going to find a fairer fucking deal than that? So the next time some asshole says to you, “I have a right to my opinion, “you say, “Oh yeah? Well I have a right to my opinion, and my opinion is you have no right to your opinion.” Then shoot the fuck and walk away.”
Thank you.
– George Carlin
Of the reality
Of our virtual reality
No headset is required
No Bluetooth pairing
No charging necessary
(Although sleep helps)
Just the contents in
The cranium case
Sensing everything
Sight and sound
Taste and touch
Plus hearing, which
Does not always
Include external ears
(You are probably not
Reading this out loud
And yet you hear it)
See if VR can do that
Of course, this reality
Is virtual, how can it not be
Molecules are zipping around
Doing their thing
Congregating into perceived mass
When not disguised as waves
Experienced by five senses
For the whole
Or individuals in the collective
To experience experiences
Besides those miracles going on
Individuals somehow have memories
Intentions to intend to find answers
Creating questions for more questioning
“Let’s just think about this for a minute,”
– Bill Hicks
You, me, us, and we have perceptions
Of reality, yet not any are, or can be exactly the same
No matter how close experiences are experienced
The background to those are different and varied
All because no two things can occupy
The same space at the same time
I did not make up those rules
But apparently, it seems to be the case
The VR devices, screens, headsets, gloves, etc
For all of their seemingly surreal sensations
Pale, pale in the consciousness comparison of
Opening one’s eyes to see the world around
Watching a sunrise as the cool night air fades
Feeling the gental rising of temperature while
Seeing shadows appear and dissappear
Hearing unseen birds chirp in the distance
Without speakers, wires, or headphones
Standing barefoot on a dewey lawn as one
Raises a hot cup of coffee to their mouth
Smell the fresh aroma of roasted beans
Shipped from distant lands in containers
Now, that is a real virtual reality of which
No man-made contraption can compete
As I tap the screen to type this nonsense
I know there is no actual physical connection
Just sensations that feel to be, you know, real
Like Michaelangelo’s man’s hand to God
No matter how close, will never connect
But still close enough to be miraculous
So next time you are incited into purchase
Rent, borrow, or try some external alleged VR
Save your money expressing that you are
Already in awe of the real virtual reality
You are constantly experiencing each moment
“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
Through the minefield
Of useless euphemisms
Not even treading lightly
Across the landscape of
Dastardly deadly deception
Ol’ Petey H wants to rename
The Defense Department
Back to the War Department
Oddly enough, I’m all for it
Not that I am looking for wars
But at least the collective
Can stop kidding itself
It kills people under
The guise of defense
Like some protection racket
For covetous corporations
Always on the offensive
Wasting time and resources
Creating a need “to defend”
By attacking the innocent patsy
Remember the Afghanistan distraction
Including building 7
The near body-less crash in Shanksville
Or the plane-less hole at the Pentagon
So we could go and attack Iraq
Think of the “lives” that could have been saved
If the disguised dictator George W
Had just announced, the US (which is we / us)
Is going to Iraq to slaughter innocent people
So that Haliburton’s Dick C’s could profit
Along with the Bush oil families
Via, not an actual declaration of war
(That would actually reveal the blood on our hands)
But rather, AUMF Authorization for Use of Military Force
Hmmmm, AU MF…… that’s Gold Mother F’rs.
How about SUHD Sanctioned Use of Human Decency
Oh yeah, no gross gross profits in that….
Ooopsie
Now, the DOW can just declare war
For the sake of declaring war
Think of the money to be saved from
All the posturing and distractions
It takes to convince people that
Their hard earned money is going
Straight to bloody bloodshed for
More weapons and casket purchases
“I don’t mind about the war. It’s one of the things I like to watch, if it is a war going on. ‘Cause then I know then if our side is winning, if our side is losing.
Roger Waters
“What God Wants, part 1”
From “Amused To Death”
“We like war! We’re a war-like people! We like war because we’re good at it! You know why we’re good at it? Cause we get a lot of practice. This country’s only 200 years old, and already, we’ve had 10 major wars. We average a major war every 20 years in this country, so we’re good at it! And it’s a good thing we are; we’re not very good at anything else anymore! Huh? Can’t build a decent car, can’t make a TV set or a VCR worth a fuck, got no steel industry left, can’t educate our young people, can’t get health care to our old people, but we can bomb the shit out of your country all right! Huh? Especially if your country is full of brown people; oh, we like that, don’t we? That’s our hobby! That’s our new job in the world: bombing brown people. Iraq, Panama, Grenada, Libya, you got some brown people in your country, tell them to watch the fuck out or we’ll goddamn bomb them!
“Well when’s the last white people you can remember that we bombed? Can you remember the last white— can you remember ANY white people we’ve ever bombed?
.
The Germans, those are the only ones and that’s only because they were trying to cut in on our action. They wanted to dominate the world! BULLSHIT! THAT’S OUR FUCKING JOB! !”
– George Carlin
So it is an odd step forward
While going backwards
“I write to expunge the darkness
So that someday
Light may shine through”
– Angelo Devlin
Full lyrics help too
“The Bravery Of Being Out Of Range”
You have a natural tendency
To squeeze off a shot
You’re good fun at parties
You wear the right masks
You’re old but you still
Like a laugh in the locker room
You can’t abide change
You’re at home on the range
You opened your suitcase
Behind the old workings
To show off the magnum
You deafened the canyon
A comfort a friend
Only upstaged in the end
By the Uzi machine gun
Does the recoil remind you
Remind you of sex
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next
I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Saw a U.S. Marine in a pile of debris
I swam in your pools
And lay under your palm trees
I looked in the eyes of the Indian
Who lay on the Federal Building steps
And through the range finder over the hill
I saw the frontline boys popping their pills
Sick of the mess they find
On their desert stage
And the bravery of being out of range
Yeah the question is vexed
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next
Hey bartender over here
Two more shots
And two more beers
Sir turn up the TV sound
The war has started on the ground
Just love those laser guided bombs
They’re really great
For righting wrongs
You hit the target
And win the game
From bars 3,000 miles away
3,000 miles away
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range
We zap and maim
With the bravery of being out of range
We strafe the train
With the bravery of being out of range
We gained terrain
With the bravery of being out of range
With the bravery of being out of range
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range
– Roger Waters
To any question is….
“I don’t know.”
From there
Comes enlightenment
Not that, I don’t know
The right answer
But rather that
” I don’t know,”
Is the right answer
Let’s test it…
Q : Why do you work?
The answer is not
Because I need the money or
I like what I do or
I am helping others. It is
A: ” I don’t know.”
By saying I don’t know
Circumstantially forces one’s self
To ask better questions
Not so much to get to
The right answer
But perhaps a better one
Because the truth is
One does not know
Why they do
What they do
Here is a different angle (RA = Right Answer)
Q: Why do you breathe ?
A: Because I am alive / RA: ” I don’t know.”
Q: Why are you alive?
A: Because I was born / RA: ” I don’t know.”
Q: Why were you born
A: Ummm, irresponsible parents / RA: ” I don’t know.”
Q: Why irresponsible parents
A: ” I don’t know ” / RA: ” I don’t know.”
Now we are getting somewhere
How can you have been “born”
When everything that makes you up
Has always been, already here
It has merely changed structure
On a quantum molecular level such as
“Breathing” in O²
Exhaling C0²
Meanwhile, “You” didn’t do 💩
It is all an energy exchange
Which can all be broken down
To its component parts
Yet, it still does not explain
Why do you breathe ?
RA: ” I don’t know.”
Doubt and not knowing
Always bring me to a happy place
Because I can get lost
In infinite inquiry
Before returning to
This dense dimension
Never finding the right answer
While knowing the right answer
A: ” I don’t know.”
“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
Or rather
Compartment
Mentalizing
To survive heavy burdens
Of unpleasant ugly truths
In a complicit manner to
Move forward in ignorance
Of unchangeable things
Such as supporting a
Government of people
That has rules against
People killing people
While arming itself to
Intentionally kill people
Whom are found to be
Easily killed and justified
Via the most ridiculous
Of pretenses for profit
Under guises of democracy
Stuff we file away at our
Own collective peril because
The blinders are so comfortable
We can not see ourselves
In the subjective mirrors
But never mind that
For that is on a global scale
It is the stuff we file away
In the corners of our mind
Of our own consciousness
That is most disturbing
Things we brush aside
Because our narratives
Of malignant events
Are too overwhelming
To address poignantly
With peace and love for
Enlightened evolution
Still, the stuffed compartments
Do not go away but remain
Waiting forever to hopefully
Find their way into some
Orwellian memory hole
Flamed into ashes
Now floating in the ether
All the while, still wondering why
“The evil that men do lives on and on !….”
– Iron Maiden
Ooopsie
“I write to expunge the darkness
So that someday
Light may shine through”
– Angelo Devlin
On deaf eyes
Because no one
Wants to see
What they know
To be hearing
The voice within
Saying not only that
We are one
But rather all is one
Never beginning
Never ending
Just a whole
Infinite entirety
Impossible to be
Separate from itself
“God is the voice that says,
I am not here..”
Don DeLillo
The voice you can hear
Without any ears
That is only silent
While you are sleeping
Which begs the questions
Where do you go and
Who turned off the sound
One could dissolve
Into the ether from
Particles into waves
From matter to light
And back again in a
Planctonian nanosecond
And the only thing
That you can recall is
Emerging from slumber
To turn off an alarm
Prior to that, your
Previous existence is
Purely theoretical
Save an agreed to construct
Of the universal mind
So that you might
Experience experiences
For the sake of experience
Wherein lies is how
Reality falls
“The Grand Illusion”
“Welcome to the Grand illusion
Come on in and see what’s happening
Pay the price,
get your tickets for the show
The stage is set, the band starts playing
Suddenly, your heart is pounding
Wishing secretly you were a star.
But don’t be fooled by the radio
The TV or the magazines
They show you photographs
Of how your life should be
But they’re just someone else’s fantasy
So if you think your life is
Complete confusion
Because you never win the game
Just remember that it’s a Grand illusion
And deep inside, we’re all the same.
We’re all the same…
So if you think your life is complete confusion
Because your neighbors got it made
Just remember that it’s a Grand illusion
And deep inside, we’re all the same.
We’re all the same…
America spells competition,
Join us in our blind ambition
Get yourself a brand new motor car
Someday soon we’ll stop to ponder what on Earth’s this spell we’re under
We made the grade, and still, we wonder
Who the hell we are. “
– Styx
“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
Looking at the world through a windshield. 