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
Metaphorically
Un / consciously
Because they have had
Enough
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
To…….electricity
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
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 “
RFK
The way things are going
The only way a “female” * will get into office
Is if a man transgenders to get there
Oopsie
* 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
Why
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
“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
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
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
“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.”
Fantastic.
Maybe it is not pride, perhaps informational, but what use less useless trivia. Look and hear how cold it is where I’m at.
Ummm………MOVE
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
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”
Annnnywaaaaay
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
“Territories”
“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
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
Looking at the world through a windshield. 