Erase all the things
That you do not know
To be absolutely true
Erase all the things
That you do not know
To be absolutely false
Erase all the things
That you do not
Believe to be true
Erase all the things
That you do not
Believe to be false
Now that your brain
Is empty and your
Mind mindful
It is time to write
Your self as your own creation
Not society’s indoctrination
Start now instead of
Waiting for reincarnation
(Where this should have stopped)
Going another go around
With unconscious parents
Likewise society at large
Who willy-nilly opened the door
To uninvited intruders into
This diabolical dense dimension
Unwittingly passing down
Stockholm syndrome as its
Disease of distraction
Which starts immediately
With symptoms of consumption
Followed by faux faiths
Held in homogenized homes
That absolutely screams
Towards no individuality
Just replaceable cogs
In the malignant machine
Of birth consume death
Expediting eternal entropy
Where its only cure is
Erasure
“Signs Signs
//
Do this
Don’t do that
Can’t you read the signs”
– Five Man Electric Band
Excepts from Rush’s “2112”
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
//
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!”
//
(Otherwise)
“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”
– Rush
“2112”
* Only, that it references memories
Some memories serve
By not serving memories
To be remembered
Protecting solely the soul
That is how memory serves
“You’re gonna have to serve somebody
It may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody”
– Bob Dylan
Might as well be yourself
Serving……….. your-self
Necessary
Certainly not a blind blank
Blanket banal bump of
Farcical fawning
Antithetical appreciation
Grandiose gratitude
Laid out permanently
As random as insincerity
On the off off chance
The alleged recipient will
Get a warm fuzzy feeling
Of faux cranial compensation
Which is about the time
You realize the thanker
Really is the thankee
At least by who and what
Actually benefits for the
Thankless thanking
This all started with
A fueling franchise
That wants to thank
ALL Profesional Drivers
In all its advertising
That is a tad narrowcasting
Apprentice drivers buy fuel too
So do unprofessional drivers
Besides, what if driving is
Their profession but….
They are not very good or…
Discourteous and rude
That is not very professional
Now is it, is it? No it is not.
Still, based on definition
They are professional drivers
Upon further examination
The thanker is the beneficiary
Of the generalized gratitude
Since probably no one considers
Themselves an unprofessional driver
Giving that corporation
A slightly slight edge
Over the corporation
Thanking no one
Mi$$ing out on million$
For being so un-thankful
This incipient insincerity
Is increasing incrementally
By the banal bourgeois
For pseudo satisfaction
That some needs are being met
Through lazy laudations
Of ingratiating gratitude
Thank you for shopping at x, and scanning and bagging your own groceries thoroughly, propping up the bottom line by having fewer human redundancies, blah blah blah.
No thanks necessary. Have a nice day.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
See also “No Support” otherwise this would have been even longer.
A follow-up to “No Thanks”
The highway sign at the off ramp
“This Community Supports Its Troops”
Sponsored by local social clubs
Does nothing to “support” troops
It supports the local social clubs
Plus the sign maker
Hint hint… Follow the money
As to who put the sign up
And where the money goes
Besides, in my best perception if
A community supported its troops
There would be no more troops
If all individuals who might go off
To be a troop felt love and “support”
From the community that their worth
Was being, in just being, an individual
They might not feel compelled to
Join a military group of troops
To find and feel a sense of belonging
That they could have, if supported
By the allegedly “supportive” community
You would also see no homelessness
As many veterans (former troops) are
Homeless seeking society’s support
“Veterans are 50% more likely to become homeless than other Americans due to poverty, lack of support networks, and dismal living conditions in overcrowded or substandard housing.”
– greendoors.org
In addition to the complex set of factors that affect most homeless individuals lack of affordable housing, poverty, job or income loss, mental illness, substance abuse, health problems, etc. many veterans live with the lingering effect of PTSD, often compounded by a lack of family and social support networks.
– pinestreetinn.org
I guess all that flag waving and beer drinking patriotism money at the onset of whichever war, could have been saved in the community chest to support the troops, when they need it the most.
Certainly, instead of some faded highway sign, lost in the freeway foliage.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Tis the season to…….
Do
Everything
But
Act
To
Evolve
Much better to argue incompetence vs. inexperience, apathy vs. indifference, morality vs. rights. Over and over, over nothing but vocalizations, falling on deaf ears. To cheering on-lookers, doing nothing as well, save expending energy on their extended two-minutes hate.
With delusional distractions designed to deceive Pavlovian people postulating that “their” politician will pull through and win. Or seize power, as a projection of masking internal weaknesses.
“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
If this was a Christ like nation, instead of an alleged Christian nation, everybody would be fed, housed and healed. The only debate would be how to do it quicker, for less money, while reaching more people. After beating the swords into plowshares. Guns into serving utensils.
Isaiah 2:4
“They shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks; nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war anymore.”
“Have you ever noticed that the only metaphor we have in our public discourse for solving problems is to declare war on it?
We have the war on crime, the war on cancer, the war on drugs.
But did you ever notice that we have no war on homelessness?
You know why? Because there’s no money in that problem. No money to be made off of the homeless.
If you can find a solution to homelessness where the corporations and politicians can make a few million dollars each, you will see the streets of America begin to clear up pretty damn quick!”
George Carlin
“When you’re stepping over a homeless guy on the sidewalk…
Does it ever occur to you to think.
“Wow – maybe our system doesn’t work?!”
– Bill Hicks
That seems U.N.D.E.B.A.T.E.A.B.L.E.
Universally
Negligent
Distracting
Everybody
By
Always
Titillating
Everything
And
Blaming
Literally
Everyone
Solipsism swims
Deep in the abysmal pool
Of Narcissism
There is no north.
At least not in the abstract
Which is like the realization
There is no reason for the
Alphabet to be in its contrived
“Alphabetical” order
Save the sing-song recitation
So Ingrained that if
You cannot say it automatically
You must be drunk…..
ABCD, EFG, H….I….mshd b drunque
(I need a blog post compass, so these things arrive, where they intended)
This goes as nowhere, as our trajectory through the cosmos, just goes and goes.
While we experience ourselves subjectively by looking into, at and onto the surrounding house of mirrors.
Besides, there is celestial north, magnetic north and map north.
But how, when the earth is spinning, whilst zipping through space. Orbiting around a local star in an eternal ethereal, can we possibly know, which direction is which?
This begs the question, how can one be free, if they are controlled by which way is up.
Knowing in twelve thousand years, (give or take) the star Polaris, (the “North” Star) will be replaced by the star Vega.
Oopsie.
Time has a better arrow, even though it only lasts a moment, and unlike the planet’s axis “poles”, never reverse.
“Just follow your arrow
Wherever it points, yeah
Follow your arrow
Wherever it points”
– Kasey Musgrave
In the world
Will not awaken
The woke
To wake up to
Their own foibles
Deeply roasted
With a frothy layer
Of pretentiousness
Nary enough cream
To reduce bitterness
Over their grande
Missed opportunities
Of participation
Over passé pointing
How the world
Could be if only
Other people
Changed “their” ways
To the ideal cup
They drink from
Sipping their lattes
Instead of gulping
Their guilt of being
The change
They want to experience
Of course all lives matter
From the cool comfy
Corner consciousness cafe
But what about Juan Valdez
Does his life matter
Slaving away in the
Columbian mountains
Hand picking coffee cherries
Who probably could not
Afford a mountain mocha
Let alone know what
One tastes like
But you can bet
He is wide awake
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Or another cup of coffee
Me too constantly
Thinks of utopia
Which nearers itself
Each passing moment
With the realization that
“This is a perfect world
I’m riding on an incline
I’m staring in your face
You’ll photograph mine
And I’ve been walking, talking
Believing the things that are true
And I’ve been finding
The difference between right and wrong…good and bad
See me put things together
Put them back where they belong
Am I just like the others
Have I always been singing t
The same song
This is a perfect world
I’m riding on an incline
I’m staring in your face
You’ll photograph mine”
“Perfect World”
– Talking Heads
A sign of intelligence
Is a sign of no signs
No cryptic catchphrases
No malignant messages
No simple slogans
No deity declarations
No vinyl vehicle verses
No behemoth billboards
No skeletal skin canvas corruptions
All disintegrating cosmologically
In a moment or two
Nope, in a moment
Much like posts on this blog
A diary of detachment
Deciphering dichotomies
Described in detail
To myself or passers-by
Who choose to read by
Their own limited freewill
Of which I am grateful
Amazed and amused
Having read anything
Would return to again read
The contents of my cranium
Which is a lot like
Emptying a junk drawer
Over and over in a search
For a sign of intelligence
Not today, not today
Wait
That’s a signpost up ahead
You are exiting the twilight zone.
Very very slowly
Holding on loosely
To Einstein’s theory
That everything is
Happening at once
Where it makes sense
Is contemplating different
Yet adjacent dimensions
Ever “lose” your keys, only to find them, where they were supposed to be, in the first / last place you looked. Where were they?
Exactly……in a nearby adjacent dimension for no reason until you absolutely needed to manifest them, back in this dimension.
“It’s always in the last place you look. Of course it is, why would you keep looking after you found it?”
– George Carlin
There are colors we can not see.
“Red-green and yellow-blue are the so-called “forbidden colors.” Composed of pairs of hues whose light frequencies automatically cancel each other out in the human eye, they’re supposed to be impossible to see simultaneously.”
– livescience.com
Sounds we can not hear, (mmmm, dog whistles) so, why not dimensions that can not be sensed? Makes sense to me.
The “proof” is in the language we use. Newborns are considered “arrivals”. The deceased are usually described as the dearly departed. Both suggesting a transcendence in and out of a realm, we can neither see or comprehend.
Like the tree in the forest that falls without a sound, because there are no ears to hear it. Reality only exists because there are words to describe it. No….? Try describing what you perceive as reality….. without using words.
All the proof I once had is now back there anyway, wherever the earth was in its spin in the impossible to return to trajectory.
The fun consideration of an adjacent, yet invisible dimensions is from a scientific / layperson view, it takes on the invisible man floating on a cloud, Godlike quality to it.
It can not be seen, only believed, interpreted, misinterpreted, reconfigured and modeled into what each subjective perceiver, feels comfortable with.
The upshot is, it may (like God) or may not be there. However, the judgemental puppet master aspect is removed. Which, to my best perception does not exist anyway. Yet, there are words for it, so it must.
“The Word already existed. The Word was with God, and the Word was God.”
John 1:1
Especially in the collective consciousness that created God in a spacetime that gets carried with us, each moment there is a moment. God being the word, making up all the words, that make reality “real”.
How if any of that, is going to lead to an absolute conclusion that everything is happening all at once is beyond me.
“All I want to do is learn to think like God. All the rest is just details.”
– Albert Einstein
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
I have another pair here somewhere, where the heck are they? Oh scheisse, resting on my nose…….”where” I left them……..
Great, now I can go look for colors I can’t see.
