Of human evolution
Has reached
Its stagnant peak
Teetering more towards
The slippery slope
Of devolution
Than further ascension
Probably because
We keep looking up
Losing one’s balance
Instead of within
Where there are
No frozen corpses
Just a warm heart
Radiating heat and light
Carrying the soul
Forever on its journeys
That knows no precipice
Of a calendar
While the clock strikes 13
As we approach 2024
40 years past
The dystopian projection
Of Orwell’s 1984
Written in 1948
The names have been changed
But not to protect the innocent
Rather to replicate the ignorance
If one listens to the noise
Emanating from the tele-screams
(what a useful typing error of tele-screens)
It is as clear as doublethink and
Twice as much as doubleplusungood
That a war….
Is in measurable distance from its end
“Attention,
Your attention, please
A newsflash has this moment
Arrived from the Malabar front
Our forces in South India
Have won a glorious victory
I am authorized to say
That the action
We are now reporting
May, well bring the war
Within measurable
Distance of its end
Here is the newsflash
Plusgood
Doubleplusgood”
“Doubleplusgood”
– Eurythmics “1984” Soundtrack
Based on George Orwell’s “1984”
Which, having recently listened to
Makes news interesting to watch
Regarding Russia and Ukraine
That the forces in charge were about
To turn on their alleged leader
As the talking head with a straight face
Reported (I swear I heard this) that the war
“Was in a measurable distance from its end”
Did they too, just listen to the same book?
Or was the talking head reading a teleprompter?
I am guessing it was the teleprompter.
Given that, if it was a “human” broadcaster
The “performance” * would come to a screeching halt
* (most “news” programs……are called…”shows”)
Then, breaking character, would speak up and
Point out the similarities that the “report”
Although unfortunately not “fake”
Must merely be information constantly used
To be a distraction for the hypnotized masses
Highlight, that if presented a different way
Might sound like the following….
Today, bipedal earthling artists, from this geographic area (shown on a map) are using weapons of mass destruction to murder and slaughter other bipedal earthling artists near this area of the map.
You, me, the bipedal earthling artists, attacking, defending, defending, attacking the “other” bipedal earthling artists, (pulling back the map, to reveal a globe)…. are all on this sphere, earth.
Mother Earth, who birthed out all the bipedal earthling artists from a Gaia consciousness, all hurling through the cosmos as one.
Therefore, our best chances at a continue-able evolution ought to recognize that and not play out our lives as hegemonic puppets and pawns, in a global chess game, between other hegemonies.
Oceania, Eastasia and Eurasia, with the prevailing perception that, he who dies with the most toys……wins. When the reality is, that he who dies with the most toys, is still dead and cannot play with the toys. All born out of generational indoctrination that wars are “winnable”, which is impossible, when war is continuous.
To feed the power hungry, who did not receive enough, if any nutritional love, from shitty parents and a sick society that is Hell bent on keeping bipedal earthling artists fighting amongst themselves.
“So that they, can keep going to the bank.”
– George Carlin
By calling all combatants bipedal earthling artists, it might just be a gentle tap on the shoulder to wake up the living dead, to recognize we are all bipedal earthling artists and are heretofore committing a protracted collective suicide.
“I write to expunge the darkness so
That someday light may shine through”
– Angelo Devlin
“Russians”
In Europe and America, there’s a growing feeling of hysteria
Conditioned to respond to all the threats
In the rhetorical speeches of the SovietsMr. Krushchev Putin said we will bury you
I don’t subscribe to this point of view
It would be such an ignorant thing to do
If the Russians love their children too
How can I save my little boy from Oppenheimer’s deadly toy
There is no monopoly in common sense
On either side of the political fence
We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too
There is no historical precedent
To put the words in the mouth of the President
There’s no such thing as a winnable war
It’s a lie we don’t believe anymoreMr. Reagan Zelenskyy says we will protect you
I don’t subscribe to this point of view
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too
We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
What might save us, me, and you
Is if the Russians love their children too
– Sting
Trying to occupy an archetype of individuality
By being like some aspect of everyone else
In an irrational unconscious desire to belong
Consider any group united by a vague doctrine
None of which are guided by a specific north star
Never questioning if the dim star being followed
Is going to lead them to conscious enlightenment
Huddled safely in a protective mass of comfort
Not because it is helpful but rather what they know
Incorporating what a person believes to be
The best of each absorbing into their own version
Of religious behavior, politics or sports
(All one in the same anyway)
Also guaranteeing that no two people have
The exact same interpretation of either or any
Just knowing their own opinion carries the most weight
Zombified
Recently noticed this behavior in a three story
Grocery / clothing / electronics / knickknack store
In a large metropolitan overpopulated coastal city
Un-smilling faces meandering around as if by rote
Atop functioning corpses reaching for products
Simply because they had arms and hands to do so
Loosely surrounded by (try this on for size)
Vest placarded “Armed” Security Guards who also
Seemed to be milling around the walking dead
(I wonder if they are really prepared to
Shoot someone for stealing a Twinkie)
But no one seemed to notice or seemed to care
Just another layer in the corporate redundancy to
Make a profit with jacked up prices covering expenses
“Zombified”
“The monsters aren’t living under your bed
‘Cause they are the voices in your head
Zombified by the lies they’ve said
We’ve become the walking dead
‘Cause everybody’s talking bitch
Oh no, they’ll never let go
Of something you said 10 years ago
They’re cancelling, cancelling you
And they won’t stop ’till everybody’s
Zombified (Zombified)
They’re pumping us with lies
Like it’s formaldehyde
They’re dead inside
It goes on and on
Let this go
When it stops we’ll never know
We’re hypnotized
And they won’t stop ’till you’re
Zombified
You better shut your mouth and bite your tongue
‘Cause you don’t wanna piss off anyone
We’re traumatized by the damage done
Welcome to America
‘Cause everybody’s talking bitch
Oh no, they’ll never let go
Of something you said 10 years ago
They’re cancelling, cancelling you
And they won’t stop ’till everybody’s
Zombified (Zombified)
They’re pumping us with lies
Like it’s formaldehyde
They’re dead inside
It goes on and on
Let this go
When it stops we’ll never know
We’re hypnotized
And they won’t stop ’till you’re
Zombified
Go (Hahahaha)
They’re feeding off your broken mind
They won’t die they multiply
We’ve become so fucking blind
They won’t stop ’till you’re
Zombified
Pick it up
Oh, oh
Now everybody’s zombified (Zombified)
They’re pumping us with lies
Like it’s formaldehyde
They’re dead inside
It goes on and on
Let this go
When it stops we’ll never know
We’re hypnotized
And they won’t stop ’till you’re
They won’t stop ’till I’m
They won’t stop ’till we are
Zombified”
– Falling In Reverse
Is what this country
Was founded on
Under the big tent with
Three rings of hypocrisy
Executive, Legislative
And tipable Judicial
So darkly blindfolded
She cannot see who
Is tipping the scale
In wealth’s favor
(Though lately, it seems to be nillionaires in support of an alleged billionaire, in the unlikely event, that they find themselves with such unearned monies, they too would like, the same white-collared, criminal, hands off, do anything disdainful privileges, that, what’s his name gets.)
“Half penny, two penny, ashes to dust
All almighty dollar says in God we trust
Justice for money how much more can I pay
We all know……… it’s the American Way”
“Half Penny Two Penny”
– Styx
“Think of how it all started:
America was founded by slave owners who informed us, “All men are created equal.” All “men,” except Indians, *iggers, and women.
Remember, the founders were a small group of unelected, white, male, land-holding slave owners who also, by the way, suggested their class be the only one allowed to vote.
To my mind, that is what’s known as being stunningly–and embarrassingly–full of shit.”
George Carlin
So instead of engaging
In a collective paradigm shift
Where bipedal earthling artists
Leap to the evolutionary
Awareness that all are one
Experiencing the joy of
Love, laughter and truth
We find ourselves on the
Bleachers in the big tent
Ooohing and aaaahing at
The jugglers and magicians
Distracting our attention away
From the donkeys and elephants
That are shitting and stomping
Splattering their feces
On the unsuspecting audience
So easily distracted
Like a cat with a laser pointer
Pausing for a moment
On perpetual easy targets of
Guns, flags and immigration
For each group to pounce on…..
Then move the pointer on to
Abortions, crime, sports, media
Voting “rights”, sexuality, education
Drugs, violence and homelessness
Which, even from the cheap seats
Are each collectively solvable
Without a doubt, if we wanted to
Yet, we are so amused
No one has noticed that most of
The animals have gone
And the tent is on fire……
So next time you hear that this country operates under the Rule of Law, replace Law with Circus, and it will make a lot more sense.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
A perspective
From a quote
In the last post
Safe from ego
(Its not mine)
Though I wish
I had written it,
It can maybe be
A game changer
Altering reality
At a given moment
Each moment
Since the last one
Is now gone
Here it is now
From the
Cryptonaturalist
* “The Universe is an ongoing explosion.
That’s where you live.”
Therefore…..
From a scientific view
Of an alleged “BIG BANG”
It would be true
“We live in an explosion”
Try holding on
To an opinion
Or an emotion
After repeating
“We live in an explosion”
To see if it has
Any validity
Worth clinging to
……..Nope
It will shake
One’s consciousness
As much as
Any EXPLOSION
Obliterating an antecedent
Generating, say anger
Or fear, love or hate
All gone, when considering
“We live in an explosion”
*
“The Universe is an ongoing explosion.
That’s where you live.
In an explosion.
Also, we absolutely don’t know what living is.
Sometimes atoms arranged in a certain way, just get very haunted.
That’s us.
When an explosion explodes hard enough, dust wakes up and thinks about itself.
And then writes about it.”
– The Cryptonaturalist
Just to balance the scales
In case we don’t live in an explosion
From a religious view
That an invisible man
Coming out of no where
Arbitrarily made “us”
And our surroundings
Some twelve thousand years ago
Genocidally murdering
Most of the first batch
By drowning
Why is he not apologizing
By repenting and making sure
The leftovers are fed and housed
…….because none of that, rings true
WHY?
Because
“We live in an explosion”
Must needs to be the dust that stays awake to enjoy **the ride.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
**
“The World is like a ride in an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it you think it’s real, because that’s how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round, and it has thrills and chills and is very brightly colored, and it’s very loud. And it’s fun, for a while.
Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they’ve begun to question, ‘Is this real, or is this just a ride?’, and other people have remembered, and they’ve come back to us and they say ‘Hey, don’t worry. Don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride.’ and we kill THOSE PEOPLE.
“Shut him up! We have alot invested in this ride! SHUT HIM UP! Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account, and my family. This just has to be real.”
It’s just a ride.
But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that. You ever noticed that? And let the demons run amok. But it doesn’t matter, because … It’s just a ride.
And we can change it anytime we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings of money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear wants you to put bigger locks on your door, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead see all of us as one.
Here’s what we can do to change the world right now, to a better ride:
Take all that money we spent on weapons and defense each year and instead spend it feeding, clothing, and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and WE CAN EXPLORE SPACE, TOGETHER, BOTH INNER AND OUTER, forever … in peace.”
— Bill Hicks
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.
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“The Universe is an ongoing explosion.
That’s where you live.
In an explosion.
Also, we absolutely don’t know what living is.
Sometimes atoms arranged in a certain way, just get very haunted.
That’s us.
When an explosion explodes hard enough, dust wakes up and thinks about itself.
And then writes about it.”
– The Cryptonaturalist
Reality……..
Is so real
You would
Almost think
It is real
But, it is not
When one considers
The functions of an atom
Electrons zipping around a
Nucleus of protons and neutrons
On the backs of quarks and neutrinos
To be perceived by consciousness
Making up matter and antimatter
After deciding if it is a wave or particle
Inexplicably following time’s arrow
Along an infinite irrational trajectory
To the end or beginning of the universe
How does the joke go?
Q: Why can’t you trust atoms?
A: They make up everything.
(That is a side “splitter”
If you’ll excuse the tiny pun)
It isn’t until an ego manifests itself
Into narcissistic self importance
That it competes against its self interest
By manufacturing language and opinions
Hell bent on annihilistic self destruction
When that is literally, figuratively impossible
It lingers with the fervent hope of otherwise
“I write, not to be right
But merely to understand
And maybe…….be….understood.”
– Angelo Devlin
If we are the images
And likenesses
Of our creator
The we are
The creators
Of creation
Including
The creator itself
Or the absence
Of such nonsense
“Pretty neat deal, huh?
You know how we got it?
We made the whole fucking thing up!”
– George Carlin
Expounding further……
Though it borders on solipsistic nihilism.
Do I exist, merely to question my existence?
Consider then, everything created, needs a creator, therefore how does the creation of existence, not follow an ouroborous loop?
“There is no such thing as death,
Life is only a dream,
And we are the imagination of ourselves.”
– Bill Hicks
This was written by artificial intelligence
Not some digital app on a cell phone
Rather, the AI between my ears
Conjured up from nowhere
Save having given it a working title
Like almost all of my posts
My muse presents me with a topic
Usually gleaned from the radio
Then, the process begins
Pulling words up from storage
That has no filing system
Certainly not in alphabetical order
Making vague sense in context
From random rambling content
Which would explain my small audience
That sees through my
Artificial intelligence
Figuring no human
Could write such nonsense
Though more to the point
Where this was heading
Is that now Congress
Has another easy distraction
In the pretending to do
Something about nothing department
Because it is exciting and
Everyone has a useless opinion
Legislating artificial intelligence
Over artificial intelligence
When instead, they could make sure
Everyone is fed, housed, and healthy
Curbing also the penile projectile problem
Making mass shootings
A daily occurrence
Plus, leaving reproductive rights alone
Or how to dress or bathroom to use
Which appendages to cut or add
But then that would require
Real intelligence
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
…………….
Then realize
Your self
Is the only person
You can talk to
While doing so
Like a well scripted
Old time radio show
The news is great with
Taunts and teasers of
What may be up next
Keeping you in suspense
When in the in between
Well crafted messages
Keeps repeating that
You need new sheets
On a different mattress
Or a prescription drug
With more symptoms
Than what it cures
An extended warranty
On an old vehicle
That you could donate
How to get free money from
Erin Brockovich type
Class action lawsuits
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Talcum powder and
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Entire body deodorants
WTF….is this necessary?
Does every orifice and
Surface need constant
Chemical coverage ?
All of the external perfume
Will never conceal
The internal stench
Of decaying divinity
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Did the mad, mad, ad men, women and they’s of Madison Avenue marketeers convince you that you stink? Emanate odors from where biological odors emanate from.
Did you purchase this product, thinking that your scent was the last barrier between you and happiness. Concealing your humanity.
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“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Looking at the world through a windshield. 