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The Empire Has No Clothes



Save a tricolored rag
Posted on a gym room wall
Not even a flag, a painting
So much for the US Flag Code

That you can see right through
Making it more difficult to burn
Negating any if its symbolism
Neither lit at night or on a pole

Watching Pavlovian patriots
That rise on the first few notes
Of the Star spangled banner

It is vomitous that trigger
Can quiet a crowd to stand and
Put the right hand over their heart

Half playing along, hands at my side
I wonder why everyone else submits to
The social indoctrination of rote behavior
Satiating our own needs, or other’s???

It occurs to me each time it plays to
Kindly walk up to the singer gently
Request the microphone and announce

The wake up call is that those notes
Were a test, that they have failed their
Patriotic dooty to think individually

Not to mention it has absolutely
Nothing to do with a “sporting” event
Which happened to be adolescent wrestling

Teaching dominance to the Alpha wannabes
Submission to the reluctant participants
Temporary tolerance of pain either way
Physically and oddly enough emotionally

Of the wistful wishes turned dashed dreams
Carried by the parents coaches and kids
Being MMA contenders of money and fame

In a platonic homoerotic public display
Of artificial empty arrogant aggression
Cheering on and instructing the aggressors

Maybe instead of playing the song once
It could be played between every match
Maybe then the woke would be woken up

Otherwise it is only an alarm put on snooze
Until the next event that it does not need
To be played for any reason whatsoever

“We’ve got the only national anthem that mentions #ucking rockets and bombs in the #ucking thing. You know what I mean?”

George Carlin

“Oh, say can you see
By the dawn’s early light
What so proudly we hailed
At the twilight’s last gleaming?

Whose broad stripes and bright stars
Through the perilous fight
O’er the ramparts we watched
Were so gallantly streaming?

And the rockets’ red glare
The bombs bursting in air
Gave proof through the night
That our flag was still there

O say, does that star-spangled
Banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free
And the home of the brave?”

Which is only the first verse
Of a four stanza poem written in 1814
Two hundred and eight years ago
Losing its effective fervor 207.9 years ago

The other ones were cut for
Their racism overtones and
The US’s enemy at the time
Later became its ally

Makes one wonder what all
The fighting is for in the first place
Besides economic distraction & prick waving

Therefore its only relevance is its
Automaton calculated reaction
In public social situations

(No one stands at home
When they hear it played there)

Wouldn’t you think in an
Allegedly “Christian” nation
Where people allegedly
Praise and follow the “Prince of Peace”
It sings something that reflects that?

Say John Lennon’s “Imagine”

“Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today…. Aha-ah…

Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion, too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace… You…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world… You…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one”


Nevermind

That would be a global anthem and
Nearly forgot there’d be no money involved
Gross gross wealth, pathetic poverty
Violence, hatred, religion, racism etc.

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

– Angelo Devlin







Your Thoughts


Like any other
Sub-par mediocre
Audible observationalist

One could easily notice
A phonetic phenomenon
Ouroborosly occurring

On alleged news shows
Where the host plays a “clip”
Of a recorded event

To their guest of relevance
On the topic at hand
Irrelevant to reality

Usually of what
Somebody said
To someone else

Then tosses a closing question
For their “expert” opinion
With the tag line “your thoughts ?”

To which they are
Getting paid to give
Providing empty content

Compensated by consumers
Through advertising dollars
By buying seller’s trinkets/services

Regardless of the topic
The opinion is presented
For the consumer to ponder

Which is its only intent
Pondering opposing or aligning
Redundant regurgitated opinions

In other words
Nothing is getting done
Changing or evolving

Save exhausting breath
For the sake of breathing
With auditory emanations

Instead of getting
The guest’s actions by
Probing a little deeper

With a real question like
What are you doing
To “solve” this dilemma?

Reciting their plans
Is another version of
Doing nothing

Until the camera crew
Follows the interviewee
Around to “work” a “shovel”

Remember they have done
Nothing whatsoever except
Stir your simmering thoughts

Usually towards the negative
Directed at an invisible group
Chosen for the “Two Minutes Hate”

It takes to bring you back
After the commercial break
To pay the “Talking Heads”

Millions of dollars being coy and clever
Using hidden ear pieces to convey
The hyper importance of nothing

…………….Your thoughts?


















“Should” Never Have Played




“SIM CITY”



Back in the day

When the graphics

Were crude

Yet simple enough

To understand

The premise of

“Play” building

A virtual world

Starting on

” Empty” land or

“Existing” city



You could “build” your own roads, power plants, parks, factories and houses. With the click of a mouse. Roll, shift, press. Voila!! A new road. Poof, a new building with optional settings to use “real time” entropy, so when a road or building succumbed to disrepair, ta-da, click, new road etc. With virtual money collected from virtual taxes. It was fun.

Trouble is now, while driving on dilapidated roads past empty buildings, my mind goes to the wishing want of a mental mouse, that with just a few clicks, could restore and replace. Or worse/better yet, start a new game.

Constantly struggling with the way things “are” as to the way it could be. Obviously knowing it takes more than a click of a button, but still…… How hard would it really be to dismantle a building or road for their usable material, reuse what could be used, and recycle the rest.

At some point, probably long past when I am dead. That will be the only option as mother earth’s resources will become more finite and harder to extract. Amongst the blackened skies and rising waters.

Which, if memory serves, one could make the settings, replicate “disasters”, such as fires and earthquakes. Am not recalling, if floods were an option……,might have given the player an omnipotent deity complex. Good thing, the early versions, had no “people” to “drown”. (Sorry, that part just slipped out.)

Back to the game. Ever notice, when you go to a neighboring city, that you have not been to for a while, then you do. It is as if someone is playing a large real life version of the game.
Poof, there are new apartment complexes, next to strip malls and gas stations.

“It just seems to me, that only a really low IQ population could have taken this beautiful continent, this magnificent American landscape that we inherited.

Well, actually we stole it from the Mexicans and the Indians, but hey, it was nice when we stole it. Looked pretty good, it was pristine.

Paradise.

Have you seen it lately? Have you taken a good look at it lately?

It’s fucking embarrasing. Only a nation of unenlightened half-wits could have taken this beautiful place and turned it into what it is today – a shopping mall.

A big fucking shopping mall. You know that, that’s all you’ve got here, folks. Mile after mile after mile of malls after malls. Many, many malls. Major malls and mini malls.

They put the mini malls in between the major malls, and in between the mini malls, they put the mini marts. And in between the mini marts, you got the car lots, gas stations, muffler shops, laundry mats, cheap motels, fast food joints, strip clubs and dirty bookstores.

America the beautiful.

One big transcontinental commercial cesspool. And how do the people feel about all this? How do people feel about living in a coast to coast shopping mall?

Well they think it’s JUST FUCKING DANDY!”

//

“Have you pictured what this planet is going to be like in 40 to 50 years? It’s going to be a big smoking ball of shit, a big, smoking, flaming, stinking ball of gaseous shit. That’s what’s going to happen.”

– George Carlin

Unfortunately the commerce catastrophes gobble up the precious farm land required to feed the “Sims” (simulated people), not real people mind you, but easily programmed ones, that replicate and consume. Like an unstoppable planetary cancer.

As if it is a game, that can be reset, or “started over”. Once this game is “finished”.

When in reality, that does not happen. The game we are playing is unbalanced, tilting toward self destruction.

Why?

Perhaps, because there is more and more sales on less and less nutritious food. Plus shinier objects to hide duller people. Trying to keep up with the other “Sims”, competing in a blind race to a finish line that does not exist.

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

– Angelo Devlin

Or should never have played “Sim City”

















Wash, Rinse, Repeat



Euphemistic language
For reincarnation
I just happen to be
On the spin cycle

On a broken machine
Where the agitator
Goes on and off for
No reason whatsoever



Hallucinating At Will


Imbibing on indoctrinations
That you are something other
Than a coagulation of cells
Manifested to reflect an ego

Perceiving yourself in a body
That carries fears and desires
Mirroring externally what needs
To be altered / fixed internally

When still there is nothing there
Though still is not even an option
Everything is moving so fast
It hardly seems real…..oh wait

It is an illusion of infinite proportion
Randomly coinciding as matter
Projected as long thought experiments
Illuminated by sparks of the divine


I was going to break this down and try to explain, however what good would poetry be, if the artist (there’s ego for you) (I’m just splashing pixled paint around) had to decipher for the recipient its intent and painstakingly explain each brushstroke.

That, and probably could not, if I tried.
Heck, I know not where it came from, let alone decipher it, for a very small audience.



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

– Angelo Devlin






Adult Children


Subtly seeking special attention
Wanting desperately to belong
To any group accepting them
Whose core mission it is to
Wave flags and stick stickers
Anywhere visible to be seen

One can almost smell the
Desperation of the pick me
Arm wavers to join in the
Leader less gang of Republicans
Who feel compelled to placard
The slogan “Let’s Go Brandon”
On flags and fake monster trucks
Lawn signs and Meta memes

Coded language used not to
Inspire, enlighten and elevate
But rather diminish and degrade
The whole through a subset
With as much childish wit as
Hoof Hearted Ice Melted

Wasting money on plastic pieces
Overpriced to a captive audience
Whose needs are not being met
When those dollars and effort
Could be used on their own
Campaign to lead and affect change

Oooops silly me, I forgot that
Followers………do not lead

All the while waiting for their
Absentee father figure to
Return home and be a dad
Even though they “should” be
Old enough to do shit on their own

Think and behave on their own
Be Christ like on their own……since
That is what they allegedly espouse to

Never met the man, do not know him
However, what little I do know am guessing
He would not waste one wave of energy
Coming up with an even more clever way
To disguise print and say #uck Joe Biden
Probably would be to busy feeding, sharing
Guiding, healing and humbly teaching


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

– Angelo Devlin







The Asylum



Is running the inmates

Under the guise of

Security and protection

With the warm and heavy

Blanket of consumption

Regardless of the rapid

Home planet destruction

Due to the over-lying

Marketed message

If it feels good…DO IT!!

Buy it, possess it.

Make it your God

That you might….vaguely

Lay your life down for

Unless…..it might “hurt”

Feelings or principles of

Either products or concepts

An “Ism” is just as much a “brand”

As a consumable on a shelf

Vying for one’s precious attention

Presented in pretty packaging

Competing for valuable

Mind currency and savings

Expending about as much

Of an intellectual challenge

As a sugary soda selection

With zero nutritional value

“Democrats or Republicans

That is just Coke and Pepsi. 

Same crap different can”

– Christopher Titus

Disguised cleverly as

Capitalism vs. Socialism

I’ll show you politics in America.

Here it is, right here.

“I think the puppet on the right
Shares my beliefs.”

“I think the puppet on the left
Is more to my liking.”

“Hey, wait a minute,
There’s one guy
Holding out both puppets!”

“Shut up! Go back to bed, America.
Your government is in control.

– Bill Hicks

Under the wide umbrella of

Silent seductive Imperialism
(I want power over my subjects)

Sprinkled with Totalitarianism
(I have power over my subjects)

Pretending to put down Fascism
(Sounds like bad parenting practices)

“The real looting in this country takes place in the transfer of the wealth from the poor to the rich.

The poor have been systematically looted in this country, the rich have been made richer.

When fascism comes to America, it will not be in black and brown shirts, it will not be with jack boots.

It will be Nike sneakers and smiley shirts.”

– George Carlin


The following is a long lyrical period
To close out the end of our “sentence”

Excerpts from Rush’s “2112”

“And the meek shall inherit the earth…

We’ve taken care of everything
The words you read, the songs you sing
The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes
It’s one for all and all for one
We work together, common sons
Never need to wonder how or why
//
Look around at this world we’ve made
Equality our stock in trade
Come and join the Brotherhood of Man
Oh, what a nice, contented world
Let the banners be unfurled
Hold the Red Star proudly high in hand

We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
Our great computers fill the hallowed halls
We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
All the gifts of life are held within our walls
//
I wandered home through the silent streets
And fell into a fitful sleep
Escape to realms beyond the night
Dream can’t you show me the light?
//
//
I stand atop a spiral stair
An oracle confronts me there
He leads me on light years away
Through astral nights, galactic days
I see the works of gifted hands
That grace this strange and wondrous land
I see the hand of man arise
With hungry mind and open eyes

They left the planet long ago
The elder race still learn and grow
Their power grows with purpose strong
To claim the home where they belong
Home to tear the Temples down…
Home to change!
//
The sleep is still in my eyes
The dream is still in my head
I heave a sigh and sadly smile
And lie a while in bed
I wish that it might come to pass
Not fade like all my dreams…

Just think of what my life might be
In a world like I have seen!
I don’t think I can carry on
Carry on this cold and empty life

My spirits are low in the depths of despair
My lifeblood…
…Spills over…

[VII. The Grand Finale]

Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
We have assumed control
We have assumed control
We have assumed control









The Wake-up Slap




Could not come soon enough

To arouse the living dead

From their narcissistic

Self serving slumber that

It is not okay to be a bully




Sharp, blunt, fast or slow

Words are only words or

What one was supposed

To have learned is…….



“Sticks and stones may

Break my bones, but

“WORDS” will never hurt me,”



Or my wife, or my feelings

Regardless of who

Makes those words audible

Least of all, a comedian using

The tools of their trade to

Build content from context

To inspire laughter and thought



“Will Smith just smacked the shit out of me”

//

“I didn’t know that this year was
going to be the most exciting Oscars ever!”

– Chris Rock



“When you change the way

You look at things,

The things you look at change.”

– Dr Wayne Dyer



What if Michelle Wolf

Delivered those lines

Making a movie reference

Some twenty five years old

To a beautiful bald woman

In a role with a hairless head

Or another “Rock”, Dwayne Johnson

All of the outcomes

Would have been entirely different



(If Will Smith hitting Chris Rock

Sounds funny, consider replacing

Will Smith with Airplanes and

Chris Rock with The Twin Towers)*

* FB meme

Not so funny now is it




Had the same words come

Out of either Michelle or Dwayne’s mouth

My guess is Will, would have

Remained…….seated

For the sake of perspective though

If it were the words that caused “harm”

And Will stormed the stage

To intentionally assault Michelle Wolf

Security and or some of the

Self-agrandizing audience would

Have subdued the emotionally

Unbalanced actor instantly

Had it been Dwayne saying those words

A. Will may have had his head
Handed back to him or

B. Will would have remained seated

To actually “tend” to his wife to

Sooth and nurture Jada’s feelings

As Robin Quivers on the Howard Stern show

So clearly and eloquently observed

If his wife, was actually his concern





How ironic is it that the “Wake-up Slap”

Came from the allegedly “woke”

Though they quickly turned a blind eye

To the violence right in front of them


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

– Angelo Devlin















Time Travel



Can occur

In the only

Place it can

The mind

Where everything

Is possible

Forward or reverse

I first discovered the invisible time machine at a restaurant, while sipping my coffee. Being my usual quiet self at our table, having nothing intelligent to say, or add. Noticed a table of an elderly, coffee klatch club.

The time machine beckoned me to concentrate on the faces of the four sitting near me. While watching their mannerisms and tone.

Observed, through an age regression perception, them go through a transformation back to their youth, while still sitting at the table.

Just like in the movies, using “time” lapse photography, CGI and the rapid night/day visual.

Next, saw the same people, now sitting at a “kids” table. Drinking juices instead of coffee.

Figuring out, went back about sixty years. To see them behave exactly the same, in smaller bodies and fresher faces.

The alpha then/now was the alpha now/then. Talking and taking over the conversation with grandiose self importance. The timid one smiling and noding, the other two getting in what they could.

Then with a clink of a fork, was brought back to the present, yup, same kids, back in their worn out bodies and wrinkled faces. The trip took all of fifteen to twenty seconds. No one around me, noticed I was “gone”.

Realizing, as by writing this, the whole restaurant section went through this warp. To the “ages” of five through about nine. Which is good, so the grandkids didn’t disappear.

Post, observing my self, amongst my group/family, am too basically the same. In my own little world trying to think of something intelligent or useful to say.

“I don’t fit in anywhere, man, I really don’t.  I don’t agree with anything either, not even what I just said so, think you see the problem here. Stranded without a clue.”

– Bill Hicks

Then or now, this is neither my time or place to be here. That perhaps is a little egotistical, projecting myself in a future or a past, knowing neither exist. Trying to realize what purpose I serve, that could not be replaced by a commoditized cog in an unstoppable wheel.

Which is where “we” are at..

“Too many people
Causing too many
Problems, not enough
Love to go around.”

– Genesis

“Land of Confusion”

Nothing that I have ever written or said has slowed that down one iota. My only saving grace is that I never contributed to the problem in this land of confusion.

“Time” will only tell.

“I left no litter behind.
That’s your problem.
I’m treating this planet like
The fucking rental car that it us
And I’m turning it in trashed
With a bumper hanging off
Fuck your insurance,
Fuck the environment,

I didn’t ask to
Be here.

Someone created me.
Yes, I know that’s a selfish
Thing.

It’s a selfish thing.

But you know what?

I’ve cared about other stuff,
And, yeah, me not caring about
Stuff, will, affect it as much
As me caring about stuff,

Which, is none.”

– Doug Stanhope








Time Travel Tip




While traveling on your own trip

You can travel back and forth

On your own volition

By taking a “moment” to do so

Observe a person or yourself

As you perceive them/you “now”

Give them/yourself a quick study

Of the personality traits

You see/experience

Run those forward/reverse

Depending on the “age”

See that regardless of “time”

All that is encapsulated in

The being you have chosen

Is the same from their first

Introductory breath to

Their final exhalation

All the #uck-ups and attaboy’s

Hoard of possessions

Or empty hands matters not

(You can’t take it with you)

That person is the same




“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