.
We don’t know
What the facts are
Just what can be
Gleaned from perceptions
Trusting eyes that can
Play tricks on you
Or ears that have a tendency
To hear what they want to hear
Mired in unquestioned beliefs
Speaking in circles
Repeating redundancies
Recycled and regurgitated
Informed by misinformation
Deluged in dichotomies
Played as pawns
By puppeted puppets
Proof be damned
Other than if it is written
It must be “true”
Hanging on hearsay
Real rumors
Roaming restlessly
The landscape of lies
Where there is
No objective truth
How can there be
When while
One is alive
The only perspective
One can have
Is subjective
.
“All matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.”
– Bill Hicks
.
Conspiracies
Really
None
Only theories
That are running
At maximum
Inside many
A cranium
For plenty who
Want too many
To hear
Tis much easier
To live in fear
Than to look around
And get in touch
With one’s own ground
How do you start
Clear your mind then
Listen to your heart
Turn off the news
That will only
Give you the blues
If not deceit
Then contradiction
Needs to be treated
Like an addiction
A way to stop
The mind boff
Is to simply
Shut
The TV off
.
“Learn To Be Still”
“It’s just another day in paradise
As you stumble to your bed
You’d give anything to silence
Those voices ringing in your head
You thought you could find happiness
Just over that green hill
You thought you would be satisfied
But you never will-
Learn to be still
We are like sheep without a shepherd
We don’t know how to be alone
So we wander ’round this desert
And wind up following the wrong gods home
But the flock cries out for another
And they keep answering that bell
And one more starry-eyed messiah
Meets a violent farewell-
Learn to be still
Learn to be still
Now the flowers in your garden
They don’t smell so sweet
Maybe you’ve forgotten
The heaven lying at your feet
[Solo]
There are so many contridictions
In all these messages we send
(We keep asking)
How do I get out of here
Where do I fit in?
Though the world is torn and shaken
Even if your heart is breakin’
It’s waiting for you to awaken
And someday you will-
Learn to be still
Learn to be still
You just keep on runnin’
Keep on runnin'”
– The Eagles
Faith and belief
Are as tantamount
To one word cliches
As luck and coincidence
.
Faith is hope
With a
Religious disguise
Outcome determined by
Luck and coincidence
.
Belief is an acronym for:
Beings
Eviscerated
Living
In
Eternal
Falsehoods
.
Yet it is difficult to prove otherwise
For if you believe in something or
Believe something w/o questioning
It becomes petrified as fact and the
Calcified content replaces what is
Indistinguishable from its origins
Save that it is now rock hard and
The manifestation of what it is
Has nothing to do with its formation
Either passed on from
Generations past or
Printed in infinitely
Vague interpretations
.
“You know there is a living God that will talk directly to you – not through the pages of a Bible that forgot to mention dinosaurs.”
Bill Hicks
.
What is written in your heart
Supersedes anything that was
Written by men, obviously men
That for a millennia was
Regurgitated orally then
Transcribed variously from
Aramaic, Hebrew and Greek
Then each successive language
Used by those holding the reins of power
A simple tool to manipulate masses
Using fear magic & future threats by
Visible and invisible matchstick men
To heaven
All you have to do
Is get deathly sick
From a branded bug
A virulent strain of Covid
A better gamble
Then lottery ticket odds
Yet, there is no money
To be won or spent
Just a 2 % chance that
If you don’t “survive”
To build immunities
Against it, then you get
To meet God in heaven
Amongst the clouds
Harps and cherubs
Which must not be
All it’s cracked up to be
As everyone is
Doing everything
Not to get a ticket
Hmmmm
Perhaps then
Since no one
Wants to go to
The “real” heaven
We could all make
A concerted effort
To make what
We have here now
More of a heaven
On earth so to speak
“Ooh heaven is a place on earth
They say in heaven love comes first
We’ll make heaven a place on earth
Ooh heaven is a place on earth”
– Belinda Carlisle
Treat each other as
We might treat Yahweh God Allah
You know……..
With reverence and respect
One, disguised as the
Person that was “walled” off
The person with
“Different” colored skin
(My guess is, it will not be pink)
One that “speaks” funny
(My guess is, it will not be “English”)
A language of love
Compassion and understanding
While contemplating
“What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us?
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make His (or Her) way home?
If God had a face
What would it look like?
And would you want to see
If seeing meant that
You would have to believe
In things like Heaven and in
Jesus and the saints
And all the prophets? And…”
“One Of Us”
.
– Joan Osborne
And no skin
Are what my
Fingers feel like
With all this
Gloving
Soaping
Scrubbing
Rinsing
Wiping
Drying
Sanitizing
Face
Avoiding
Conscious of
What I’m
Holding
.
Wondering
About the past
Who or what
Touched
It last
.
Curious when
This is all
“Said” and
Done
If I will be
Anything more
Than a
Skeleton
Would be a really good time
To test a fleet of those
“Self” – driving trucks
At least if they fail or
Significantly error
There won’t be much
To run into except
Other self driving
Human less trucks
Carrying only freight
Without any Covid-19
Who or what
Will open the doors
After breaking the seal
And back them in
Where are the
Self driving forklifts
The robots to
Restack the boxes
That fell off the pallet
In route or en route
.
Just a suggestion
Whatever this is
That WE are going through
No one “should” come out
Unscathed
Myself included
If WE don’t all get our
Metaphorical ass kicked
And our symbolic
Head handed to US
Only to return to doing
What we were doing before
Then it will have
All been
For naught
Save some endless
Conspiracy primer
For the busy and bored
Me would like to think
It initiates a
Paradigm shift
To an understanding
That there are
No borders
On this sphere
A realization igniter
To prove
We are all one
That we need to do
All we can
To save ourselves
By saving each other
Brought on by a bug
So small
Yet so significant
It affects and can infect
Anyone, regardless of
Race, religion, genders, age
Country or continent
Social status or
Money in the bank
.
“Human Touch”
– Rick Springfield
Everybody’s talking to computers,
They’re all dancing to a drum machine
I know I’m living on the outside
Scared of getting caught between
I’m so cool and calculated
Alone in a modern world-uh huh
//
We all need the human touch
We all need the human touch
I need it the human touch
We all need the human touch
We all need it, and I need it too
You know, I got my walls,
Sally calls them prison cells
Sometimes I need protection,
I’ve got the chains
I got the warning bells
I sit so snug and isolated, alone in the modern world-uh huh
//
Human touch
Human touch
Human touch
Human touch
I’m so scared and isolated
In the modern world
We all need
We all need the human touch
We all need the human touch
We all need the human touch
I need it the human touch
We all need the human touch
I need it the human touch
We all need it and I need it too
Human touch
Human touch
Human touch
Human touch
Human touch
