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Unfortunately only

Just enough

Daily distractions

To disturb docility

But never enough to

Reinvigorate revolution

But there is no “They” to blame

Save to look into the mirror

Knowing one does not

Like what one sees

Decides to point a finger

At the imperfections

That “need” to be changed

When instantaneously

The other’s finger is

Pointing to the person

That really really needs

To be the one changing

The fingers go down

The fists get clenched

Faces get angrier

Arms start swinging

Connections never make

Like shadow boxing

Everyone in each mirror

Is worn the f@&k out

Exhausted falls asleep

Literally, physically


Un / consciously

Because they have had


Nary to recognize

All the world’s indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each another’s audience
Outside the gilded cage”

– Rush

“I’m starting with the man in the mirror
I’m asking him to change his ways
And no message could’ve been any clearer
If they wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at (my)self and then make a change”

– Michael Jackson


The language we use

To deceive ourselves

That something is

Other than what it is

Starting with electric cars

That do not actually start

They may run, however

There is no starter

They simply turn on

Likewise they are not

“Run” by electricity

(Lots of cords would get tangled)

Which is AC

An alternating current

They “run” by DC

A direct current

Or rather a draining current

From storage batteries

Charged, when connected


But no one would want

To profess they drive

A battery powered vehicle

That is what kid’s toys and

Golf carts are powered by

(Nevermind, those are one in the same)

Instead of changing the language

To reflect what actually is

Electric vehicles sound

(Though, there isn’t much sound)

Much more magical than say

Battery (scoff) powered ones that have

Corrosive containers filled with

Toxic acid and heavy lead

Which, like petroleum products

Have to be extracted from

The earth in ecological

Devastating mining operations

Same goes for the coal used

To power the power plants

Generating electricity to

Charge the batteries or

Those power plants that

Utilize nuclear explosions

To heat water to turn turbines

Leaving behind radioactive waste

Ignoring its harmful effects, while

“Movin’ me down the highway
Rollin’ me down the highway
Movin’ ahead so life won’t pass me by”

– Jim Croce

“We Work The Black Seam”

“This place has changed for good
Your economic theory said it would
It’s hard for us to understand
We can’t give up our jobs the way we should
Our blood has stained the coal
We tunneled deep inside the nation’s soul
We matter more than pounds and pence
Your economic theory makes no sense

One day in a nuclear age
They may understand our rage
They build machines that they can’t control
And bury the waste in a great big hole
Power was to become cheap and clean
Grimy faces were never seen
Deadly for twelve thousand years
Is carbon fourteen
We work the black seam together
We work the black seam together

The seam lies underground
Three million years of pressure
Packed it down
We walk through ancient forest lands
And light a thousand cities with our hands
Your dark satanic mills
Have made redundant all our mining skills
You can’t exchange a six inch band
For all the poisoned streams in Cumberland

One day in a nuclear age
They may understand our rage
They build machines that they can’t control
And bury the waste in a great big hole
Power was to become cheap and clean
Grimy faces were never seen
Deadly for twelve thousand years
Is carbon fourteen

We work the black seam together
We work the black seam together

And should the children weep
The turning world will sing their souls to sleep
When you have sunk without a trace
The universe will suck me into place

One day in a nuclear age
They may understand our rage
They build machines that they can’t control
And bury the waste in a great big hole
Power was to become cheap and clean
Grimy faces were never seen
Deadly for twelve thousand years
Is carbon fourteen

We work the black seam together
We work the black seam together
We work the black seam together
We work the black seam together”

– Sting

Even Less Qualified

A follow-up to

No One Is Qualified

Though egos will never

Consider otherwise

To think that one man

Can not solve any problem

(Sorry ladies, you’ll get your chance

When hu”man”ity evoles)

Through we need you now

More than ever before

“The only person who can solve our problems is God, and She isn’t running this year “


The way things are going

The only way a “female” * will get into office

Is if a man transgenders to get there


* Would have used the term Broad

With no sexist intent

But rather to eliminate the

Gileadian language “of-men” ownership

Fe-male, wo-man and s-he all because

A bipedal earthling artist has a vagina

Who is linguistically not he-r own person

Shackled to words as a whole

Society is afraid to change

Because it has always been that way

Now, back to my previously scheduled rant

The office of President

Is arrogant by design

Just by the trappings of power alone

With that “Father Knows Best” complacency

Indoctrinated in society of

Someone who has never

Gotten their hands dirty

Fixing anything

Is somehow now expected

To rebuild an engine that has

Never run in the first place

Take immigration for example

This country was “built” by immigrants

After stealing it from its indigenous people

Now….someone decides to close the door


It is not done being built yet

Look around there is lots of work to do

Roads, bridges, high speed rail

Houses to house the homeless,

Harvest food to feed the starving, etc.

You know, stuff…..Jesus would do

That those here do not want to do

Because complaining and pointing fingers

Is an unpaid job too many people hold

People ought be thrilled that

America is still a country worth coming to

Because if it wasn’t

Things would be really bad

It is still not a problem

Any one person can solve

Here’s a metaphorical stretch

So put your thinking caps on

Immigration could be like

The oxygen mask on an airplane

That appears due to turbulence

Where people are advised

To put on their mask first

(Utilize the immigrants who are here)

Breath…fix the immediate problem

Then when the mask (society’s problems)

Are fixed here, we can safely assist

The immigrants put on their mask

Fix the problems of why they left

Their country in the first place

Which would be about the time

We would realize

Society would not want them to leave

We are all on this airplane together

Flying through the cosmos

And if we don’t take care

Of all the passengers

Regardless who is the captain

(Though it seems to be on autopilot)

We are all going to crash

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

– Angelo Devlin

No One Is Qualified

“There isn’t a way things should be. There’s just what happens, and what we do.”

Terry Pratchett

That being said…..

No one is qualified

To do an alleged job

No one “should” want

To do in the first place

By campaigning to

Everyone they can that

They themselves can do it

Having, for the most part

Never done it before

Exemplifying the Peter principle

Rising to the one’s level

Of incompetence and staying there

For four years at at a time

To singularly guide

A nation of consumers

Into consuming more

“It’s the economy, stupid.”

– James Carville

By satiating a fragile ego

Weakened by an inferiority complex

That they will soon occupy

The most powerful office

In the world and sit smugly

Behind a resolute desk

To wield their whims and wishes

When not being puppeted by the

Puppeteers who got them in there

“If voting made any difference they wouldn’t let us do it.”

― Mark Twain

Just for shits and giggles, suppose someone was elected US President who was morally and ethically squeaky clean. No skeletons in any closet, all waiting to jump out on inauguration day. Confusing expectations of the American consumer.

As soon as some corporation needed a resource in another region of the globe and needed some military “assistance” to depopulate the area, with guns and bombs.

Usual under the guise of defeating some “ism” form of government, that is not democracy. Or under the illusion of feeding starving people.

They would immediately become an untouchable mob boss with blood dripping from their hands after sending in soldiers to do the dirty work. Try as they might, to find a peaceful solution.

“I have this feeling man, ’cause you know, it’s just a handful of people who run everything, you know … that’s true, it’s provable. It’s not … I’m not a fucking conspiracy nut, it’s provable.

A handful, a very small elite, run and own these corporations, which include the mainstream media.

“I have this feeling that whoever is elected president, like Clinton was, no matter what you promise on the campaign trail – blah, blah, blah – when you win, you go into this smoke-filled room with the twelve industrialist capitalist scum-fucks who got you in there.

And you’re in this smoky room, and this little film screen comes down … and a big guy with a cigar goes, “Roll the film.”

And it’s a shot of the Kennedy assassination from an angle you’ve never seen before … that looks suspiciously like it’s from the grassy knoll.

And then the screen goes up and the lights come up, and they go to the new president,

“Any questions?”

“Er, just what my agenda is.”

“First we bomb Baghdad.”

“You got it …”

– Bill Hicks

As a hypothetical situation, if everything was absolutely transparent and honest. If the council of the twelve industrialist capitalist scum-fucks, held a press conference to declare, that gasoline will be $14.00 a gallon (that’s $13.999 to you and me) unless a war is started, people will get killed. Innocent lives will be lost, would there really have been any more protests? Probably not.

Because looking back at either Iraq wars, or the alleged attempt to feed starving people in Somalia, that is essentially what happened by oil family Bush businesses. With a little help from their friends, like Haliburton, Blackwater, etc.

“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

Someone “should” run for office

Though no one is qualified.

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

– Angelo Devlin

The Fear Carrot

Is being dangled while

The economic indicators

Are riding the train

Like a dead drumbeat

Ominous warnings and

Foreboding forecasts

Permeate the media

As to the “potential” collapse

Of one’s current livelihood

Is imminently approaching

If not already predetermined

Meanwhile, not sure if this is true

Yet, what I learned long ago is

That if the trains are running

Carrying cars and cargo

The most obvious is lumber

Since it can be seen

Everything is just fine

So why dangle

The fear carrot

Because that is how

Everything is just fine

Fear motivates

People to consume

Which is what our economic

House of cards is built on

And not the timber

Riding the trains

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

– Angelo Devlin


According to the rules of making up words, which is a rule I just made up, is that one can make up a new word. As long as the new word is given a definition, in the content and context in which it is derived.

Beception : a belief / perception gives the user of the word, as they are using the word in the “now” “real-time” moment, a chance to question their beliefs as information is presented.

Having a beception gives the orator or writer an instant to question, while explaining their understanding, of the message they are attempting to convey.

Consider the following.

It is my beception (belief/ perception) that the earth is round.

Since somehow, this notion has entered the unconscious of some earthling inhabitants, that it might be flat. Usually stated with emphatic conviction, never assuming it could be otherwise.

The listener or reader, could then also question the validity or “provability” of the statement. Since it doesn’t state specifically, the earth is round, or present an opinion that the earth is flat. Though, almost every near and far celestial bodies and stars are spherical in shape. As far as I am aware, give or take, science, observations, logic, gravity and telescopes.

The slight trouble with the word beception is that it reads and sounds too much like deception. Which is also what happens when people are deceived by their beliefs and not questioning whether or not what they believe, is real, or indoctrinated imagination.

Who knows, perhaps it was all those school displays and spherical suspended mobiles, that lead me to that beception.

Have I been to the moon? No. Have I been to Mars? No. Have I been to the sun? Definitely not!

Have I jumped out of a perfectly good airplane to observe what I was informed is the curvature of the earth, at 12,500 feet above the earth? Yes.

Could I be wearing a virtual reality headset, since birth to see an artificial reality, programmed to keep me distracted from knowing my true self and identity?

Probably not, but that is as good of a beception that the earth is flat.

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

– Angelo Devlin

In Another Universe

Parallel or otherwise

Hanging by a thread

Held together by string theory

Is the possibility of a

Dimension of no distraction

Just plenty of the best

Cooperation and sharing

Balance with evolution

Competing to out kind ourselves

In a win-win free for all

No groups to join

No hats or armbands to wear

No flags to wave

No religion to adhere to

No invisible borders to separate

The haves from the have less

The wants from the want more

How to enter that realm

Is through the door

Of the mind’s eye

Knowing it is there

All one has to do

Is look within

To experience that

Other universe

Attached within…..

This one

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

– Angelo Devlin

Weather Pride

“Everybody talks about the weather, but nobody does anything about it.”

– Mark Twain

Weather Pride…

Is about as superficial as it gets

Recalling stories

Telling tales

Posting screen shots of

Weather temperatures or

Old newspaper articles

Of how cold it once was

Or how cold it was

While one was sleeping

Under an electric blanket

In one’s geographical location

Like a cold badge of courage

Popsicle prick waving

In a short of way

“I was once in a place where it was 52 degrees below zero.”

Really, were you saving kittens, or rescuing homeless veterans?

“No, I was probably inside playing video games, by the fire.”


Maybe it is not pride, perhaps informational, but what use less useless trivia. Look and hear how cold it is where I’m at.


If that negative declaration, doesn’t get one beaming with pride, to warm the cockles of their ego. They can also throw in the “wind” “chill” factor.

Not only was it minus 25 degrees Fahrenheit, but with the wind chill, it surpassed absolute zero…….

“Cold! If the thermometer had been an inch longer we’d all have frozen to death.”

– Mark Twain

That might be a bit of an exaggeration, maybe it was a brain that froze, into a slushy gray smoothie. Freezing a rational evolutionary mind into a snowflake fragile attachment to a temperature that essentially did not affect anyone in the first place.

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

– Angelo Devlin

Identical Identifiers

For those having an

Identity crisis

By those

Isolating themselves

Identifying in a group

Within the larger whole

Of essentially

The same group

Let’s call them Beauties

Bipedal Earthling Artists

United To Include Every Skeleton

Which, just learned is a “backronym”


If instead of the news reporting

That a white nationalist

(Disguised as a cop)

Shot an unarmed black man

(For being black)

It was reported that a BEA

Bipedal Earthling Artist

Shot another BEA

Bipedal Earthling Artist

There would be

No group’s side to cling to

Defend or attack

Just the whole of Beauties

Trying figure out how

To stop the violence

Since every Bipedal Earthling Artist

Would realize / consider

It is happening to them, by them

Same goes for that

Eastern Europe conflict

Going on between

Russia and Ukraine

Being backed by the US

Which examined through

An Orwellian literal lens

Sounds like Eastasia

Is warring with Eurasia

Backed by Oceania

That in a moments notice

Shorter than a two minute hate rally

Could change to Eurasia

Fighting Oceania backed by Eastasia

When instead if it

Was reported that

Beauties were killing Beauties

For oil territory

(Quite sure, that’s what it is)

(Kind of like when the US went to Somalia

To “feed” starving people. Hmmmmm.)

Enough Beauties

Would get together

To inform the

Warring Beauties

Which are attacking Beauties

And defending Beauties

That the resources

Belong to all the Beauties

And figure out sharing methods

To make this world beautiful

Trouble is

There is no corporate

Hoarding of wealth

For that solution

To not manipulate emotions

Keeping people separated

By trivial identifiers

“Cause that’s all you ever hear about in this country. It’s our differences. That’s all the media and the politicians are ever talking about–the things that separate us, things that make us different from one another. 

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

Such as which group of Beauties

Is waving a colorful cloth

Exaggerating geographical pride

To the point of eliminating Beauties

Waving a different rectangle cloth

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

– Angelo Devlin


“I see the Middle Kingdom
Between Heaven and Earth
Like the Chinese call
The country of their birth

We all figure that our homes
Are set above
Other people than the ones
We know and love

In every place with a name
They play the same territorial game
Hiding behind the lines
Sending up warning signs

The whole wide world
An endless universe
Yet we keep looking through
The eyeglass in reverse

Don’t feed the people
But we feed the machines
Can’t really feel
What international means

In different circles,
We keep holding our ground
Indifferent circles,
We keep spinning round and round

We see so many tribes
Overrun and undermined
While their invaders dream
Of lands they’ve left behind

Better people… better food…
And better beer…
Why move around the world
When Eden was so near?

The bosses get talking so tough
And if that wasn’t evil enough
We get the drunken and passionate pride
Of the citizens along for the ride

They shoot without shame
In the name of a piece of dirt
For a change of accent
Or the color of your shirt

Better the pride that resides
In a citizen of the world
Than the pride that divides
When a colorful rag is unfurled”

– Rush

In An Argument

The more passionate

One’s plea in an appeal

To make a perfect point

Is usually not meant

To persuade the person

One is arguing with

Or presenting information

It is rather to convince

The presenter themselves

Coercing their conscious

That they are correct

“We teach best what we need to learn most ourselves.”

– Richard Bach

Touchĕ to myself

(There’s ego for you)

To my own blog posts

In my correlations of

God being the Word(s)

“In the beginning the Word already existed. The Word was with God, and the Word was God.”

John 1:1 

Preferably encompassing

The whole of all words

In any and every language

That God or a God energy

Is not an invisible man

Living in the sky but

Every thought ever thought

That manifests from

Essentially no/thing

To know thing(s)

Life, death, waves, particles, light, dark, chaos, control, peace, war, abundance, poverty, gluttony, starvation, love, hate, acceleration, stillness, etc., etcetera.

I have no proof of anything

To present this position

Save being aware that

It makes sense to me

Contemplating that

Solipsism is not just a theory

Which is both easy and hard

To wrap my head around

But I do not know

Who to have

That argument with

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

– Angelo Devlin

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