In a recent post reminiscing
Over a video game Sim City
Mirroring a pseudo reality
Where seemingly out of
No where / now here
Buildings magically appear
As if with the click of a button
The latest abomination floating
In the concrete commercial cesspool
That I notice keeps appearing
Is some sort of health care structure
Hospitals, urgent care facilities
Walk in clinics, specialized “care”
Along with all the medical marijuana
Turned legal vying for customers
Dying to be anesthetized
“Last dance with Mary Jane
One more time to kill the pain”
– Tom Petty
Is it not any wonder with all of
The buildings geared toward
Mindless consumption and hoarding
(More on that later)*
That now people’s alleged health
Is being commoditized as well?
Alarms are silently blaring that
In the current consumptive society
It is telling itself that it is deathly sick
Adding one more layer of buying shit
In the intangible field of “health” care
Like an invisible product consumed
Through the auditory canal
All guess-work in a white coat
Putting a bandaid on the symptom
Never finding or having a cure
“Doctor Doctor what is wrong with me?
This supermarket life…. is getting long.”
– Roger Waters
Pateint : Doctor doctor my back hurts
Dr: Is it any wonder you are in pain
Besides all of the brain baggage
You are carrying in your mental arms
Look at all of the stuff you have
Excessively picked up at the stores
Then sent on to the landfills
You are acquiring the devolutionary
Pose of your ancestors and walking
All hunched over like a Neanderthal
Soon you will be on all four limbs
Scavenging for food in a wasteland
You have the cure in your cranium
Knowing what to do and not to do
However, since I am obliged to serve
The pharmaceutical industry
Here is a prescription to dull the pain
“I need a doctor, call me a doctor
I need a doctor, doctor
To bring me back to life.”
Dr. Dre w / Eminem
* As for mindless consumption and
In all likelihood I could be wrong
This is just an observation I see
Mass market and sporting goods
Retailers are propping up plastic
Kayaks outside their buildings
Chained up of course with big
Visible from the street price tags
I know nothing of kayaking or
Anyone who has a kayak, however
With the rivers running dry or at
Least not high enough long enough
To utilize such a purchase it ends
Up selling the idea of being able to
Maybeeee someday do kayaking
So……since it must be on sale
Better buy it now before they’re gone
Not to mention needing a bigger
Vehicle to move it from the store
Then store it in the storage unit
Of all the other unused purchases
See the trend of our sickened society
Buy and store collect then dispose
To make room for the cycle to continue
“If you believe that God gave you the Earth, that God created Earth for you, why would you not have to look after it? Why the fuck– Why would you not think that when he came back he wouldn’t go, “What the fuck did you do?” “I gave this to you, motherfucker.
Are you crazy?” “The polar bears are brown.” “What did you do to the polar bears?” “Did you shit all over every polar bear?”
“What did you–who did this? Who spilled this shit? Who spilled this?” “Come over here. Did you fucking spill this? What is that?”
“It’s oil. It’s just some oil. I didn’t mean to spill–”
“Well why did you take it out of the fucking ground?”
“Because I wanted to go faster.” “I’m not fast enough.” “And I was cold.”
“What the fuck do you mean, ‘cold’?”
“I gave you everything you needed, you piece of shit.”
“Well, because jobs, and I wanted–”
“What is a job? Explain to me, what’s a fucking job?”
“Well, like you work at a place and people call when their game doesn’t work and you help them figure it out.”
“What do you do that for?”
“For money.”
“What do you need money for?”
“Food.”
“Just eat the shit on the floor.” “I left shit all over the floor.” “Fucking corn and wheat and shit. Grind it up, make some bread. What are you doing?”
“God”
– Louis CK
“I made TWO versions, two versions two versions..”
Luther Cambell
Version
: a form or variant of a type or original
– M-W.com
In rare and random biblical references
Seeking to perceive truths through
“Holy” book passages and parables
Usually from ones plastered on billboards
Informing me I will find salvation and truth
And everlasting something or other……
(Methinks since the message is on a billboard
Someone is trying to sell salvation. Hmmmm)
“They’re selling Jesus again
They’re selling Jesus again
They want your soul and your
Money, blood and your bones
They’re selling Jesus again
Selling love to you – selling love”
“Selling Jesus’
– Skunk Anansie
If you read this Mathew such-and-such
Or John so-and-so you will know God’s truth
WOW that would be spectacular….except
The passage via a short verse and
Eye catching picture to distract drivers
Is referenced to a specific “Brand” of bible
One, that has a “V” in it…….. K J V or N I V
King James “Version” or New Int’l “Version”
Well isn’t that just dandy……God’s Word
Altered by a dead monarch or large group
Holding or having zero accountability
In other “words” …..God’s Words
Let me repeat that…… God’s Words….
Need some man made mansplaining
Interpretation, deciphering, presentation
Distorting and recontextualizing
“God can magically inscribe stone tablets
Needs man to write write the Bible”
– FB meme
WTF! What that tells me, is the ego of man
Somehow supercedes the Sanctity of God
That their* beloved alleged creation is to
Stupid to understand that God is the Word
“In the beginning the Word already existed. The Word was with God, and the Word was God.”
John 1:1
So far the only verse that resonates a “truth”
* A true APAKALOBCOL (All Powerful All Knowing All Loving Omniscient Being Creator Of Life)
Would be equally distributed between
Gender archetypes for pure balance
Likewise encompassing all that is……
Life and death, up and down, good and evil
My perception then, is such that God’s words
Are “written” on each individual’s hearts of
Their respective being’s spark of the divine
Where language needs no interpretation
Only quiet meditations of deep breathing
To hone in on the unchanging divine message
Connected to a soul regardless the language
Skin color, geographical location or gender
Any word you utter
Any sentence you read
Any thought you think
Are created by you
The creator and are all
The word/s of God
WORD is neither
Feminine or masculine
Neither is thee God Force
Now the following version
Might be something I could understand
To actually discover the truth of the divine
Plus save millions of trees & digital storage
On the constant generational revisions to
Appease the latest lame mass or monarchy
“Breath deep, focus on your heart Chakra
The very center of your being’s being-ness
Know that you are you and the cosmos
Simultaneously one with the infinite
And as unique as an individual flame
To an incomprehensible universal fire”
– God
Hell, you might as well make-up your
Own version like I just did
But then, there would be…..
No version to “sell” or
Teacher to manipulate or
Beginning to understand or
Armageddon to ponder etc.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
“Or new versions
Of the old glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Eurasia was winning
East Asia was losing and
Oceania is thinking of
Entering the war
The “News” reported
Thousands of abortions
Are being performed
Slowly and painfully
Limbs are being torn
Beating hearts stifled
As “innocent” mothers
Are being killed too
In the operating “theater”
Of the front lines of battle
(You know why it is called theater?
Because it is entertaining)
To those with an adolescent
Mind set of picking sides
Cheering on the bully so
He doesn’t come after them
“When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.”
– Dr Wayne Dyer
On the rare occasion I do listen to the news, after sharpening my listening skills. (It is easier to cut through the bullshit.) The language one is presented with is very vague. Enticing perceptions it is hearing “facts”.
“Sources” say,
According to government “officials”, “Unconfirmed” reports.
You know what an “unconfirmed” report is, don’t you?
…….A “Rumor”. Ta-da distracted again.
“I look at war a little bit differently. To me, war is a lot of prick-waving okay?
Simple thing, that’s all it is, war is a whole lot of men standing out in a field waving their pricks at one another.
Men are insecure about the size of their dicks and so they have to kill one another over the idea.
That’s what all that asshole, jock bullshit is all about. That’s what all that adolescent, macho-male posturing, and strutting in bars and locker rooms is all about, it’s called “dick fear!”
Men are terrified that their pricks are inadequate and so they have to compete with one another to feel better about themselves and since war is the ultimate competition, basically, men are killing each other in order to improve their self-esteem.
You don’t have to be a historian or a political scientist to see the Bigger Dick foreign policy theory at work. It sounds like this:
“What? ! They have bigger dicks? ! BOMB THEM! ! !” And of course, the bombs and the rockets and the bullets are all shaped like dicks.
It’s a subconscious need to project the penis into other people’s affairs. It’s called: “FUCKING WITH PEOPLE! ! !”
– George Carlin
War is just another opportunity
To give, all those “right to lifers”
Something to do to stop
Out of the womb fetuses
From being terminated
Nah, why do that?
“Conservatives want live babies so they can raise them to be dead soldiers.”
– George Carlin
It is much more sporting when
Fetuses can breathe on their own
Be ambulatory enough to be
Moving camouflaged targets
Besides all their hard earned money already
Paid for weapons of mass destruction
What fun would it be
If they couldn’t be used
(Will need some justification to make more)
For the next generational genocide to
Abort bipedal earthling artists
With resources under their feet
Having been assigned dehumanizing
Monikers in the most recent two minutes hate
Seriously, think about it.
If instead, the talking heads pointed out
They are filming live abortions instead of
Just reporting opposing side casualties
By a mean land grabbing dictator
People might write their congress person
To stop using their money to kill fetuses
Or instead of waxing eloquently over
Whose weapon is bigger or farm tractor
That backfired and blew up a village
It declared that the extra large forceps
Have extracted the living beings from
The comfort of their home to die
In their eighteenth trimester
Or…..
Like the Superbowl, regardless the teams
People would watch anyway…..you know
……for the commercials?
“I don’t mind about the war, it’s one of the things I like to watch, if it is a war going on. ‘Cause then I know then if our side is winning, if our side is losing.
Roger Waters
“What God Wants, part 1”
From “Amused To Death”
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
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
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?
“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”
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
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
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
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
Looking at the world through a windshield. 