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Wouldn’t it be more adventuresome
If flying was inherently more risky
Say… one in twenty or so crashed

Not that I’m advocating for that
Rather more of a thought experiment

Manufactured from the cheap seats in
An aluminum tube 30K ft above (see) level

After being poked and prodded steered
Branded, through one way gates into a
Back straight, head forward, eyes glued
Feet crooked, elbows in, waist strapped
Technological marvel in the atmosphere

(Speaking of crashes, does anyone believe
That seat belt is going to do anything besides
Help identify bodies by seating assignment?)

Nevermind, here is the thought experiment.

What if….

Because of the above proposed risk the
Seating wasn’t so damned crowded and
Structured into fellow passenger ignoring
Screen staring, ears plugged conformity

The layout was as such that the seats
Are comfortable also even movable
Secured perhaps but more like a lounge

So that in two to seven hours on what
Might be your last flight anyway you took
A chance and unencumbered you spoke
(Ahhhhhhhh)(Yikes) with a “stranger” ??

Found out why they too were rolling the
Sky dice. Business, family, sightseeing
Or just a plain plane gambling addict
Like a grand scale of Russian roulette

Don’t get me wrong, I am good at avoiding
People like the plague, however in that
Given circumstance it would be interesting
Dialog beyond the usual cliche conversation
Of the uninteresting drivel that usually occurs

Where the answer is as programmed as
The innocuous question in the first place
Avoiding eye contact and emotions

With a looming gravitational demise
One could really get some insight into
A fellow earthly spaceship traveler’s
Fears, hopes likes and reason for the risk

So that if there were no crash at all
You would walk away with an experience
Unlike any other destination you could
Have possibly been to, that interesting

Besides, if for nothing else at all
Once and for all, to get on an airplane
You would no longer ever ever have to go
Through that illusion of the “security” check
Of the dehumanizing personal space violation
That systemic systematically happens now

“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin

Hope you enjoyed this flight.

I’ll Know God

When I understand

The language of the soul

(I’m guessing it is not English)

The numbers of the spirits

That move through me

Surround me and

Help me keep balance

Ever on the cusp

Between life and death

Of which there is

Neither of either

Only this moment

Experienced through a

Kaleidoscope of distraction

Must need focus on

Every ray of light

That makes it through

Not hold on to it though

Just experience it

Then let it go

Otherwise a shadow

Remains to be cast

By a temporal body

Holding on to nothing

Until that awareness

Takes place

The projection

Of an invisible man

Floating aimlessly

In the sky adjacent

Like a spirit less big brother

Is just one more

Man-made up distraction

Completely w/o merit

As a heavily lopsided

Reality shaking

Patriarchal energy

That knows not

Empathy or nurturing

Never creation

Only destruction

“All I want to do is learn to think like God. All the rest is just details.”

— Albert Einstein

The first step might

Be knowing where

These words come from

Save a force that uses

My fingers to write them

So I may read them

To help me understand

Or perhaps from……….

“Living on a razor’s edge.
Balancing on a ledge.
Living on a razor’s edge on…
Balancing on a ledge on…
Balancing on a ledge on…
Living on a razor’s edge.
Balancing on a ledge you know … you know !!

The evil that men do lives on and on !….”

Iron Maiden

“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin

“Lift me up out of this illusion lord

Heal my perception, that I may

Know only reality and only you”

– Bill Hicks

“Lift me Lord”

The BIG Picture

No matter how big one
Ego/narcissisticly thinks
They see the “BIG” picture
There will always be a
Bigger picture they can’t see

Besides how much can be
Seen with just two eyes
Or sensed with the third eye
Imagine from any distance
How big the picture is while
Keeping an eye on yourself

Think of how small a gnat is
To how tall you are
To how high a tree is
Growing on a mountain top
That you won’t see the top of
Because it is so big

Let us not stop there
Keep going up or out
Depending on perception
Squeezing through satellites
That mountain is now as big
As the gnat you pictured

Further out you see earth
In relationship to what we
Egotistically call “our” sun
Now a small dot amongst
Nine various sized dots

Up out and away you see
Other stars holding together
Their own planets in orbits
While being part of an even
Larger band of stars surrounding
A black hole in the center
Of the  Milky Way galaxy

Fascinated or scared
Matters not for in outer space
No one can hear you scream
Not only that it is fatally cold
Though you are reading this
Somewhere much warmer

Not done yet you now see
The Milky Way as a bright dot
Like once you saw our “sun”
Then other bright dots
Scattered around the cosmos
For no apparent reason or rhyme

Not even approaching the
Fathom-ability that there are
Other bipedal lifeforms
Contemplating similar scenarios
Because they are too busy
Trying to see their big picture

It is only after cycling through
That expansion exercise
Will you discover how
Important the little picture is

The one that is right in front
Of you to realize that the
Little picture is the big picture
Making the significance
In our insignificance

Meanwhile, we might all just
Be dancing on the head of a pin
Alas though, from a subjective
Perspective we can’t see that

For if my understanding is understood
The same view can be seen
Through a microscope whereas
Instead of planets and stars
Whizzing around the same is true
For quarks neutrinos and
Other subatomic particles

Just depends on how it is observed

Keep an eye on the “BIG” picture

“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin

Winter Driving

A traffic accident

Gawkers paradise


Rubbernecking is a

Preventable disease

Keep your eyes

On the road and off

The cold corpses

On the concrete

Lookie-loos only

Exacerbate the problem

Creating more work

For EMT workers

Life flight pilots

Tow truck drivers

Autobody repairs

Insurance paperwork

Guardrail repair people

Doctors and coroners

Casket makers and

Grave diggers


Drive wise the life

You save may be your own

Though you won’t be

The center of attention

To repeat the story

Of the horrific accident

You once saw in the

Briefest of moments

That takes longer to tell

Than it did to occur


“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin



At best

At its best

Is still just

An opinion

Or tallying up

Of telling


Making best


As it means


Or is that

Just mean

I learned this years ago after Professor William Lutz wrote Double Speak .

Like using “Best” to sell vehicles

Ford or Chevy are the best
“In “their” class”
In a vague set of parameters
Undisclosed in the ad

But still…..each is the “best”

Basically the same material
In slightly different shapes
With “different” features

Let’s see

All have 4 tires and an
Engine that propels them
Either forward or reverse
Brakes to lessen speed
With somewhere between
Two & four doors and all…
With round steering wheels
From robotic automated
Assembly lines with humans
Maintaining the machines


Can’t get much better than that

At prices and payments higher
Than some houses and mortgages
All because someone got the
Best deal on the best vehicle
At the best price at the best time (now)
From the best dealer

Language makes us funny
Consumer creatures
Along with icons (stars)
‘Member those from
“Grade” school???
“Gold” foil ones
Were the “best”
Also made-up
Rating systems

Making the two best things
Individuality and intelligence
The first things that are thrown
Out of the classroom window

Even though the parents are sure
They have sent their children
Off to the best schools
With the best teachers
In the best neighborhoods

“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

“Or the best ones if
I could only find them.”

– Angelo Devlin

Empty Messages

To fill broken containers.

Plastered on trailer doors and plastic bumpers, posing as highway reading material.

Here is company “X”s” empty message.
Printed out over a picture of a wavy flag.

(Which I understand, according to US flag code….is unlawful to use in…… advertising.)

Ooopsie. How, ummm……. patriotic.

It is nor even an ad to conjure up more business, it is just an empty message.

“We support our troops wherever we go. No aid or comfort to the enemy – NO WAY!”

For God’s sake, is that what Jesus would do?

It is not even a rallying cry

It is a cry of desperation

To feel significant of being

Able to conquer bogeyman

Conjured up by invisible power

Through manufactured consent

To keep all too many distracted

From their own divinity by

Projecting projections onto

Fellow divine space travelers

As somehow being an enemy

It is without logic and reason

And various core religious beliefs

Save their wackadoodle fringe

Making their own interpretation

Who likes to think “their” God

Has a bigger dick than other God’s

If X really supported troops. I mean really supported troops, they would do everything to keep individuals from becoming a “troop” in the first place. By recognizing that we are all borne out of Gaia consciousness with no meaningful separation of our fellow space travelers. None that I’ve ever found.

Instead of maintaining an environment of toxicity. That it is just a ruse for commerce, stealing otherwise shareable resources.
Under the guise of greed pig capitalism.

Sold to this country’s crass consumers of crude as democracy. Which on the down low and the wink-wink is better known as..Want lower fuel prices, all power has to do is to convince some, it’s okay to kill your siblings.

Speaking of which, aren’t we due for another major war soon? It has been almost twenty years, since our last focused distraction.

As long as I’m editorializing on roving roadway reading material, read recently off of a red rusted rideable wreck.

Read the following.

Don’t believe fake news.

Hmmm,  really “fake” news. It is almost all fake. It is presented in an entertainment forum, why do you think most programs are called “shows”?


“to present as a public spectacle: perform.”

The key words on that bumper sticker are believe and fake. Regardless the topic or action, if one doesn’t believe in it, or rejects it because it is personally unliked then it is “fake”.

Well who is going to be the arbiter of whatever is real or fake. Some dude with a red hat and red tie, that could be Santa Claus and we all know how real he is.

What one must try to comprehend is that beliefs are just ideas indoctrinated over time under the constant torturous drip of information into plausible perceptions that something tangible exists as “true”, when nothing could be further from the truth.

But that is how the human mind operates, when nothing is questioned to assess individually what is real, against what is believed.

“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

“At least while I’m driving”

– Angelo Devlin

Ironic Dichotic Moronic Legislation

I heard a news report that this current administration, (Most of that sewage flows through my auditory canal) has two main focuses. 

One of which is to do everything to foist the lives of children. Health care and education etcetera.

“Here’s another platitude they jam down your throat”

“Children are our future”

“Children are not our future and I can prove it with my usual flawless logic.

Children can’t be our future because by the time the future arrives they won’t be children anymore.”

– George Carlin

The other is to do anything or everything (meaning nothing) to protect the environment. (Watch and wait with the brown polar bears as the glacial ice caps are re-frozen.)

“You know, there’s environmentalists and there’s people who just hate environmentalists. People get angry at environmentalists because they think they’re slowing down the economy and creating restrictions and a lot of these people are Christian.

A lot of these people are very devout Christians and that’s such a confusing thing to me, that if you believe that God gave you the Earth, that God created Earth for you, why would you not have to look after it?

Why the fuck– Why would you not think that when he came back he wouldn’t go, “What the fuck did you do?” “I gave this to you, motherfucker.

Are you crazy?” “The polar bears are brown.” “What did you do to the polar bears?” “Did you shit all over every polar bear?”

“What did you–who did this? Who spilled this shit? Who spilled this?” “Come over here. Did you fucking spill this? What is that?”

“It’s oil. It’s just some oil. I didn’t mean to spill–”

“Well why did you take it out of the fucking ground?”

“Because I wanted to go faster.” “I’m not fast enough.” “And I was cold.”

“What the fuck do you mean, ‘cold’?”

“I gave you everything you needed, you piece of shit.”

“Well, because jobs, and I wanted–”

“What is a job? Explain to me, what’s a fucking job?”

“Well, like you work at a place and people call when their game doesn’t work and you help them figure it out.”

“What do you do that for?”

“For money.”

“What do you need money for?”


“Just eat the shit on the floor.” “I left shit all over the floor.” “Fucking corn and wheat and shit. Grind it up, make some bread. What are you doing?”

– Louis CK

Whether it be reducing the consumption of fossil fuel or coal in exchange for solar or wind power, the resources all have to be extracted from the Earth. Causing different damage it will still be slow to recover from. All the while using petroleum products to move it from point A to Z.

At least for now, it is less deadly as no wars are being waged over resource stealing, under the guise of democracy and freedumb.

Encouraging and enabling the former while trying to protect and save the latter is merely two locomotives connected together on the same track heading in opposite directions. Going nowhere fast.

“Save the planet!” What?! Are these fucking people kidding me?! Save the planet?! We don’t even know how to take care of ourselves yet! We haven’t learned how to care for one another and we’re gonna save the fucking planet?!

I’m getting tired of that shit! I’m getting tired of that shit! I’m tired of fucking Earth Day! I’m tired of these self-righteous environmentalists; these white, bourgeois liberals who think the only thing wrong with this country is there aren’t enough bicycle paths!

People trying to make the world safe for their Volvo’s! Besides, environmentalists don’t give a shit about the planet. Not in the abstract they don’t. You know what they’re interested in? A clean place to live. Their own habitat.

They’re worried that some day in the future they might be personally inconvenienced. Narrow, unenlightened self-interest doesn’t impress me.

The planet has been through a lot worse than us. Been through earthquakes, volcanoes, plate tectonics, continental drift, solar flares, sun spots, magnetic storms, the magnetic reversal of the poles … hundreds of thousands of years of bombardment by comets and asteroids and meteors, worldwide floods, tidal waves, worldwide fires, erosion, cosmic rays, recurring ice ages …And we think some plastic bags and some aluminum cans are going to make a difference?

The planet isn’t going anywhere.

WE are!”

– George Carlin

There is not a footwear manufacturer large enough to make a boot to cover, the carbon footprint the exponential burgeoning population is leaving behind. That is jackbooted against the carotid artery of mother earth’s neck.

“Her love rains down on me
As easy as the breeze
I listen to her breathing
It sounds like the waves on the sea

I was thinking all about her,
Burning with rage and desire
We were spinning into darkness
The earth was on fire

She could take it back,
She might take it back some day

So I spy on her, I lie to her,
I make promises I cannot keep
Then I hear her laughter rising,
Rising from the deep

And I make her prove her love for me,
I take all that I can take
And I push her to the limit
To see if she will break

She might take it back,
She could take it back some day

Now I have seen the warnings,
Screaming from all sides
It’s easy to ignore them and
God knows I’ve tried

All of this temptation,
It turned my faith to lies
Until I couldn’t see the danger
Or hear the rising tide

She can take it back,
She will take it back some day
She can take it back,
She will take it back some day
She can take it back,
She will take it back some day”

– Pink Floyd

“Take It Back” from The Division Bell

“The planet will be here, we’ll be long gone. Just another failed mutation,  just another closed end biological mistake. An evolutionary cul-de-sac.

The planet will shake us off like a bad case of fleas, a surface nuisance.


Take care of yourself and take care of somebody else.”

– George Carlin

“The planet is fine”

So instead of meaningful legislation and incentives* to reduce the population. The children / environment focused distraction is there to brighten and polish a comfortable pot to cook the tadpoles and frogs in.


“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin

“If I had any cause over the course of my career that I’ve bitched the most about, It’s overpopulation, which is the root of most of the other problems you care about.


The only solution that I’ve ever come up with, Which I think is great, but no one’s gotten on board, incentive-based eugenics.

Eugenics was a practice of sterilizing people. Hitler got a lot of the credit for it, but it was actually done in this country long before Hitler even knew who he was mad at. We were practicing eugenics in this country.

Eugenics was the practice of forced sterilization of undesirables, which sounds bad. And the way they did it was bad ’cause they would…

First of all, the force is wrong. You don’t force people to do things they don’t want to do. And, “b,” who decides who’s undesirable?

They were doing it in this country At the turn of the 20th century, Which is the 1900s, for a lot of my fans. Early 1900s. To criminals, perverts, which is way too vague, the mentally ill, mentally retarded, homosexuals, which makes perfect sense. We don’t want them breeding.


But if you took away the force, And you just made it incentive-based for people willing to sterilize themselves. Offer up some white trash prizes. You know, Nascar pit pass, meet your favorite driver. All you’ve got to do is snip the sac. “Really?” Year’s supply of sunny delight. You want some sunny d, don’t you?


What do we got to do? “Are you telling me, if I cut off my balls, I’m going crossbow hunting with Ted Nugent?” Well, shit, yeah. “No. No, sir, sir, sir. Wait, no. “We don’t actually cut off your balls.

We just make a small incision with a local anesthetic.” “F%@! you. I want you to cut off my whole balls. “I’m gonna hang them from my rear-view mirror “like a lucky rabbit’s foot. “I’m going crossbow hunting with the Nuge. I ain’t never won nothing in my life.”

That’s a workable plan. Can’t argue with that. It just won’t happen.”

– Doug Stanhope

Darker Hour

‘Tis the season…….

This has been in the chamber for a while.

I would extinguish myself, if I didn’t think life was such a meddlesome joke or that I would have to do it all over again.

“My spirits are low in the depths of despair.

My lifeblood…
…Spills over…”

Rush “2112”

“Death makes angels of us all
& gives us wings

Where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven’s claws “

Jim Morrison “An American Prayer”

“Feel the sweat break on my brow
Is it me or is it shadows that are
Dancing on the walls.
Is this a dream or is it now
Is this a vision or normality I see
Before my eyes.

I wonder why I wonder how
That it seems
The powers getting stronger
Every day
I feel a strength an inner fire
But I’m scared
I won’t be able to control it anymore

There’s a time to live and a time to die
When it’s time to meet the maker
There’s time to live but isn’t it strange
That as soon as you’re born you’re dying.

Just by looking through your eyes
He could see the future penetrating right
In through your mind
See the truth and see your lies
But for all his power
Couldn’t foresee his own demise

There’s time to live and time to die
When it’s time to meet the maker
There’s time to live but isn’t it strange
That as soon as you’re born you’re dying…
…and reborn again??”

“The Clairvoyant”

– Iron Maiden

Fear not, this is merely a dark post on the topic of suicide and unintentionally reincarnation.

Besides I understand the following.

“And if you die by your own hand
As a suicide you shall be damned
And if you try to save your soul
I will torment you – you shall not grow old
With every second and passing breath
You’ll be so alone your soul will bleed to death”


– Iron Maiden

Still find it an inherently interesting contemplation as a means to paradigm shift into an elevated degree of consciousness of consequences. Or consciousness alone.

After all, if things thought, make decisions so desperately dire demanding demise, then the turnaround is as equally optimistic for an alternative. Why not, at that critical point, what have you got to lose. You will go through it all again anyway.

“Infinity is so big, that everything that has ever happened, on earth in the exact same order, down to………. that … pause has happened an infinite number of times, all through out the universe.

Everywhere in space, there is a you, making the same colossal f**king errors, that you’ve made your entire life.

So if anybody ever tells you, you can do better. Go, apparently not.”

That’s infinity.”

Joe Rogan

Besides, I have infinitely more reasons to stick around than not to than I do to not.

Just need to apprise myself of them more often.

“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin

Or a crystal clear crystal ball.

“Sometimes I try to do things and it just doesn’t work out the way I want it to
I get real frustrated and I try hard to do it and I take my time and it doesn’t work out the way I want it to
It’s like I concentrate real hard and it doesn’t work out
Everything I do and everything I try never turns out
It’s like I need time to figure these things out
But there’s always someone there going

Hey Mike:
You know we’ve been noticing you’ve been having a lot of problems lately
You know, maybe you should get away and maybe you should talk about it, maybe you’ll feel a lot better

And I’m all like:
Oh nah it’s ok you know I’ll figure it out, just leave me alone I’ll figure it out
You know I’m just working on it by myself

And they go:
Well you know if you want to talk about it I’ll be here you know and you’ll probably feel a lot better if you talk about it
So why don’t you talk about it?

And I go:
No I don’t want to I’m okay, I’ll figure it out myself
But they just keep bugging me and they just keep bugging me, and it builds up inside

So you’re gonna be institutionalized
You’ll come out brainwashed with bloodshot eyes
You won’t have anyting to say
They’ll brainwash you until you see their way

I’m not crazy – Institutionalized
You’re the one that’s crazy – Institutionalized
You’re driving me crazy – Institutionalized
They stuck me in an institution,
Said it was the only solution,
to give me the needed professional help
to protect me from the enemy – Myself”


MY best interests?! How do you know what MY best interest is?
How can you say what MY best interest is? What are you trying to say, I’M crazy?

When I went to YOUR schools, I went to YOUR churches. I went to YOUR institutional learning facilities?!

So how can you say I’M crazy?

They say they’re gonna fix my brain
Alleviate my suffering and my pain
But by the time they fix my head
Mentally I’ll be dead


From the much longer, killer song…….


– Suicidal Tendencies

On a lighter note, from George….

Suicide is for people who can’t wait to find out where the hell it is you go,
“Holy s___, I been waiting a long time”
I don’t have many nights like that.
But when you think about it,you know, *mumbling*

I always pictured myself on the ledge. There’s gotta be a little show business involved. You know, you don’t wanna slump over a porcelin fixture.

“Let me get up here.. Hey-y-y-y-y-y!”
Set the record, be the first guy to reach the double yellow line. Have you picture in the centerfold of the newspaper. Actually, a picture of the building with a dotted line showing “Leaper’s Path” Suicide!

Suppose you worked on the Suicide Hotline. Helping people talk them out of it.
That’s your job,
“Hello, Suicide Hotline.”
And one morning you wake up a little depressed. Should you call in sick?

I’d like to see a top salesman commit suicide. A really persuasive guy up on the ledge. And the Priest talks him out of it. And he talks the Priest in to it.

People say maybe you’ll come back. Reincarnation. Do you think so? Well, it doesn’t seem mathematically possible to me, man.

Ah, ’cause at one time all we had on the Earth was 6 people, you know. I avoid 2 because it’s controversial, but 6. Most people will agree,
“Oh f___ ya, we had 6 at one time, yeah”

6 people, 6 souls. Cool! They died, souls went back to the place. 6 new people, souls *Whew* Still 6 souls.
Now we have 4 (almost 8) billion people claiming to have souls. Someone is printing up souls. And it lowers their value, you know.”

“Death and dying”

– George Carlin

Other lyrical ways to prevent suicide


“You’re only human”

– Billy Joel

“Don’t try suicide,  nobody gives a damn”

“The Game”

– Queen

“This is the only life for me – yeah
Surround myself around my own fantasy
You just gotta be strong and
Believe in yourself
Forget all the sadness
‘Cause love is all you need
Love is all you need

Do you know what it’s like
To be alone in this world
When you’re down and out on your luck
and you’re a failure
Wake up screaming in the middle of the night
You think it’s all been a waste of time
It’s been a bad year
You start believing
Everything’s gonna be alright
Next minute you’re down and
You’re flat on your back
A brand new day is beginning
Get that sunny feeling and you’re on your way (way)

Just believe – just keep passing the open windows
Just believe – just keep passing the open windows

Do you know how it feels when you don’t have friend (friend)
Without a job and no money to spend
You’re a stranger

All you think about is suicide
One of these days you’re gonna lose the fight
You better keep out of danger – yeah
That same old feeling just keeps burning deep inside (inside)
You keep telling yourself it’s gonna be the end
Oh – get yourself together
Things are looking better everyday (day)

Just believe – just keep passing the open windows
Just believe – just keep passing the open windows”

“Keep Passing”  from “The Works”

– Queen


Unlike the well worn cliche
History will not judge us

If you can picture killing someone
While committing suicide or

Planting a seed while
Birthing a baby

You will understand Einstein’s theory
That everything is happening all at once

Making history what it is
A word the collective made up

Like all of the other words
Good, bad, God, Satan and orange

Threw that in since orange
Doesn’t rhyme with anything

Which we really could if we wanted to
Like the numbers we made up also

Just inquire with a search engine
Something like when did zero (0) appear

History is one of those words
That was made up to placate

Our sensations that somehow
Everything occurs linearly

Fortifying the fantasy that there
Was a beginning therefore an end

When deep in your soul
You know that is not true

Yet it allows us to play the game
On the journey each has chosen

In a useless parameter in infinity to
Maybe modify some current behavior

I wish I knew where this stuff
Comes from or if it makes sense

To anyone anywhere at all
I guess History will be the judge


Where this should have stopped.

Ahh Scheisse

Now I remember where it came from
An alleged news broadcast where

Info is used by distract not inform
I heard some commentator make a

Loose lipped crazy comment that history
Will judge us if we don’t save democracy

Really. Really. I am now so afraid of how
History will judge us to save something

That we made up which doesn’t work
Like its purported purpose is supposed to

Wouldn’t we be much better off if we contemplated the miracle that we are all made up of atoms and molecules that somehow coagulate into the appearance of humanoids and somehow we can communicate with each other to make all this stuff up in the first place. While traveling through the cosmos on a relatively comfortable green blue spaceship.

That might be historic.

“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin

I Love Music

It is music to my ears
Even Christmas music


It regurgitates an already
Indoctrinated message
By a wide array of artists
In various genres
Of celebrating the birth
Of a teacher

Instead of his teachings
Of peace and forgiveness
Helping the poor
Healing the sick
Comforting the infirmed

Slipping in that “that” baby
In-different circles would
Be considered a bastard
Was a king or lord that
Will somehow reign
Forever and ever

Where though….oh yeah
On that invisible throne
Somewhere in the clouds
But…only if you believe
I believe that is called
The Tinkerbell effect

All because some book
That was written long ago
With inaccuracies and
Misinformation edited
By kings for convenience
And you guessed it… control

Teachers don’t rule
They guide
With the humility such
That properly taught
The students will
Carry on the lessons


The choir is too busy
Singing incantations
Of sacrificing one’s divinity

For and from an impossible birth
Forget the alleged miracle part
Of immaculate conception

I’m talking about being born
As a white Caucasian from
A place where there were
How can I put this
………………No Caucasians



Initiating a child’s
First disassociaton
Of parental rules to
Be kind respectful but
Wary of strangers into

Go sit on that man’s lap
Tell him your consumption
Of electronics and plastic
Landfill fill fatal fantasies

Who is supposedly adhering
To some morality clause by
Seeking behavior modification
Towards good yet merely control

Under an ever watching eye
When in reality we know he
Delivers more of that garbage
To rich kids then poor kids
Regardless their behavior

Not sure if that is what
Christ would do????

“Ever wonder why we are
Fucked up as a race?”

– Bill Hicks

Enjoy the music