Of two connected non sequiturs
Raped by this dimension
Born without my consent *
Having been thrown out of
The spiritual green room for
Asking too many questions
“Lost the love of heaven above
Chose the lust of the earth below”
– Iron Maiden
So now I’m stuck here and
No one is sending me back
Knowing if I do it myself
I’ll have to keep coming back
Only to ask more questions
Which is apparently what
Got me here in the first place
I can only console myself
In the knowing that
Nobody else knows why
They are here either
Except to be crass constant
Consumers of consumption
“Mother Earth raped again.
Hey-y-y-y-y-y
She was asking for it”
– George Carlin
Wearing a white hat, a brown top with green sleeves and a deep blue dress. She is hot and getting hotter with age. A cosmic natural beauty, violated by man (not so) kind. Exhausting her fragile resources. That in an overwhelming acceleration of bruises and scars continues to be harder to recover from.
Until she (the planet) decides “to shake us off like a bad case of fleas.” – George Carlin
Search and watch “The Planet Is Fine”
With minimal research
My best understanding
Is that we are “here”
To serve each other
Not sure how mining, deforestation, overfishing, building stuff to bury stuff in different locations is going to “serve”.
“You’re gonna have to serve
Somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody”
– Bob Dylan
Not sure what that entails
(Certainly this blog is
Not helping anyone)
But I often wonder what
Have I done to “serve”
Not sure if it is humility
Or just a skewed view
That anything I have done
Has served any one
From the narcissistic
Cheap seats
Everything appears
To be serving me
If I help
A little old lady
Cross the street
That serves me
By spiking
My serotonin
Which leads back
To me having
Only served me
Sidewalk to sidewalk
Is only a byproduct of a
Physical transference
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
*
I didn’t ask to
Be here.
Someone created me.
Yes, I know that’s a selfish thing.
It’s a selfish thing.
But you know what?
I’ve cared about other stuff,
And, yeah, me not caring about stuff
Will, affect it as much
As me caring about stuff
Which is
None.
– Doug Stanhope
Is a Sophie’s Choice
Just varying in degrees
From life or death
With all its subsequent consequences
Suicide, murder, genocide, abortion
Or
Chocolate or vanilla ice cream
With all its subsequent consequences
Sugar free, fat free, dairy free, taste free
Whether or not to use commas
Or structure this in “real” sentences
“[Chorus:]
You can choose a ready guide
In some celestial voice
If you choose not to decide,
You still have made a choice
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill
I will choose a path that’s clear
I will choose freewill”
– Rush
While clipping and pasting
The above lyrics from Rush’s song
“Freewill”
I chose to leave in the word [Chorus:]
Because that was my choice
Though I could later edit it
None being the wiser…..or myself
Also in my perception
Needs to be repeated
“You can choose a ready guide
In some celestial voice
If you choose not to decide,
You still have made a choice
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill
I will choose a path that’s clear
I will choose freewill”
Any one’s life
At any moment
Is a culmination of choices
Made prior as a projection
Of future choices
Based on the flow chart
Breakdown of
If then
Then
Go to
This projection
Of plausible outcomes
Most not as severe as Sophie’s Choice though
Are choices
The best
Or correct
Impossible to know
Because technically
There are no do-overs
There might be some resets
But only after that outcome
Is disliked or tested
And found unworthy
Again, none as final as Sophie’s
Or move on to new choices
Always perceived as
Better choices
All ways always
Impossible to know
Because technically
There are no do-overs
Although there may be
Just not at the moment
Of the choice
In the moment
Because………..
“We only have this moment”
– Bill Hicks
Here is another decision dilemma
Often I post lyrics and
Comedian’s “bits”
Because
Knowing my ability to communicate
Is sketchy at best
Utilize their words to clarity points
Much better than I ever could
That, and both are constantly
Rattling around in my head
Ready to pop out
Surfaced with word triggers
Like bullets in a loaded chamber
The decision dilemma is this
Amongst a myriad of others
In the Iron Maiden song
“An Educated Fool”
The line
“I want to leave my life on my own”
Sounds like
I want to (live) my life on my own
Either way both make sense
Just contextually
Words and worlds apart
One suicidal
The other positive
Searching lyrics both come up
Shazam comes up with leave
Which at some point is
A decision somebody made
To leave it as leave
Living with that choice
Regardless how it sounds
Heard or perceived
Can not write it out as lieve or leive
Or live or leave
What am I supposed to do
Call Steve Harris and ask him
One of the credited lyricists
What if the connection is bad
And I hear
Lieve
Do I bother him more
To send it as an email
Or write it in a letter
What if I can not
Read his handwriting
Do I call him again……..
Decisions decisions decisions
“I am an educated fool
So I don’t know what it is I’m supposed to do
About this awkward situation
That’s been forced down right upon me
As I’m walking down into
On my own into the Valley of life
Got a lifetime of experience
Yeah I’ve got so much to give
Open the page at chapter one
Could this just be that life’s just begun
Forever within your darker thoughts
Reflecting on everything you’ve been taught
Never felt this way before
Seems that somebody’s just opened the door
To the book of life or is it death
Is there ever anyway out
Someone’s looking down on me
To the very inner core of my soul
They won’t tell me what they see
But I really want to know
I want to leave my life on my own
I want to lift the unturned stone
I want to walk right into the fire
I want to live out all my desires
I want to go and see the fire burn
I want to see and feel my world turn
I want to know what more there’s to learn
I want to pass the point of no return
Do you really wanna be
Just another one statistic or feel
That you really should aspire
That you really do deserve more
Do you ever really feel
That you have so much potential inside
What you really have to give
Could be realised so much more
I want to leave my life on my own
I want to lift the unturned stone
I want to walk right into the fire
I want to live out all my desires
I want to go and see the fire burn
I want to see and feel my world turn
I want to know what more there’s to learn
I want to pass the point of no return
Time will flow
And I will follow
Time will go
But I will follow
Time will flow
And I will follow
Time will go
But I will follow
I want to feel what life’s like respond
I want to meet my father beyond
I want to walk right into the light
I want to feel no fear but delight
I want to leave my life on my own
I want to lift the unturned stone
I want to walk right into the fire
I want to live out all my desires
Time will flow
And I will follow
Time will go
But I will follow
Time will flow
And I will follow
Time will go
But I will follow
Time will flow
And I will follow
Time will go
But I will follow
The “Educated Fool”
– Iron Maiden
Shit.
Listening to it over and again
The first sounds like leave
The repeat sounds like live.
Shit.
This one is less ambiguous
Still, rattling around in my head
“I Live My Way”
Sometimes when I feel the anger
Sometimes when I’m all alone
Sometimes when I feel surrounded
Like all the doors are closed
I feel like I’ve been a prisoner
I feel like I’ve been a tool
Let people try to judge me
When they’re not in my shoes
I’ve lived on my knees
Trying to please
It’s time to change
Some people are only happy
When they can watch you fail
And to them every day is
Another coffin nail
I think that I’ve found the answer
I think that at last I know
We’ve only got one lifetime
I’ll make my life my own
I’ve lived on my knees
Trying to please
It’s time to change
To live my own way
I live my way
Living for today
Don’t care what they say
– “Iron Maiden”
But what does it all mean
No two people
Hear the same lyrics
In the same way
According to each
Their own context and perception
In the content of their experience
WHEW
Melted snowflakes are all the same
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
“Or hearing aids”
– Angelo Devlin
Hearing aids
So far the choice
Is not to get them
For fear it will amplify
The voices in my head
That give me
Sophie’s choices
Stolen from humanity
In the form of blanket praise
Laid bare in mindless clichés
Thanking people for their
Oddly enough.. unknown service
Just for being in the military
When some may have signed up
To get their college paid for
Or just carrying on a family tradition
Or felt like there was no other choice
Or found a legal way to kill people
Under the guise of democracy
Who knows it is not for me to decide
But as it has become a growing thread
In the fabric of a violent society
That is when it becomes a problem
Impeding our evolution to become
A peaceful enlightened species
Part of each individual’s birthright
With daily slogans and financial reward
To a government group of people
Whose primary objective is to train
People to prepare to kill other people
Mostly for wearing a different hat
“You ever notice that? Any time you see two groups of people who really hate each other, chances are good they’re wearing different kind of hats. Keep an eye on that, it might be important.”
– George Carlin
Or with resources under their feet
“I don’t care how many push-ups you can do, put on a helmet, go wait in that fox hole. We’ll tell you when we need you to kill somebody.”
– Bill Hicks
Twice now in less than 30 days
I’ve been through some airports
Flying on different company airlines
That have adopted similar policies
To give priority boarding access
After the announcer of the flight
Sticks to the script of gratitude
“At this time we will be boarding
The people who paid a lot extra
To get to the same place you are
At the same time with more leg room
That have the same risk of dying
If we crash blah blah and those
Veterans and active duty military”
In a society that also pretends
To give homage to fetus carriers
Though some have simply become
Brood mares for the state since it
Is unlawful to remove the package
Before it gets delivered unwanted
Oh yeah…..”Conservatives want live babies so they can raise them to be dead soldiers.”
– George Carlin
Don’t you think a single parent
(With two kids in tow trying to
Escape an abusive relationship
From a spouse suffering from
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
Developed that disorder because
Their government told them
It would bring taxpayers freedom
When instead they discovered they
Were just murderous mercenaries
Hired to do their dirty work)
Ought to get on the plane first
So they can settle in and cast
One less anxiety aside trying
To compete with passengers
Rushing to sit down and……..wait
Let us put our money
Where our mouth is
Better yet (money doesn’t exist)
Let us put our mind
Where our collective mind
Says it is
If this or any society continues
To propagate the widespread notion
That it is “honorable” to kill people
We will only get more people
To kill more and more people
I don’t care who gets on first
Quite frankly it should be by
The last rows first so it goes quicker
Instead of assholes and elbows
Waiting for someone too short
To cram in a carry-on that will not fit
In the overhead compartment
(Forget policy, physics won’t allow it)
Hope you enjoyed this rant so far
Unfortunately it keeps going
At the fuel island franchises
Where I fuel they too offer discounts
To veterans and active duty military
Not saying they do not deserve it
(Just thought of this… maybe they
Are offered a discount because
They did not get their cut of what
They helped steal in the first place)
However would not the motoring
Public be better served if they offered
Discounts for exemplary driving
Show us your safety pin or wear your
Two million mile safe driving jacket
Get a tiny fraction off of a product
Which price is so jacked up
We will still make a huge profit. Thanks.
Maybeeee I am just jealous because
I did not join a gang to follow orders
Or be subjected to bad brainwashing
Seems only to feed an ouroboros snake
Feeding off of another ouroboros snake
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
“All we are saying is give peace a chance”
– John Lennon
One more indulgence
When you see or hear
Humanity’s valor being stolen
Ask yourself what is the end game
Of all that empty blanket praise
“I write, because if I open my mouth, I get in trouble.”
Light casts shadows
Unfortunately
My shadow
Casts shadows
Increasing the darkness
All around me
HF it is dark
Where I am at
No matter where I go
How do I become
Shadowless
Without disappearing
To transform
Into a warm ray of light
So luminescent
There is no shadow
Not a rhetorical question
By the way
I am searching for answers
They just happen to be
In the dark
Turns out there is a parable
For this dilemma better known
As the “Streetlight Effect”
A parable featuring the Seljuk Sufi mystic Nasrudin Hodja may be the earliest form of the story:
‘Someone saw Nasrudin searching for something on the ground.
“What have you lost, Mulla?” he asked.
“My key,” said the Mulla.
So they both went down on their knees and looked for it.
After a time the other man asked:
“Where exactly did you drop it?”
“In my own house.”
“Then why are you looking here?”
“There is more light here than inside my own house.”‘
Guess I better keep
Searching in the dark
Where the key is
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
“And a lot more light”
– Angelo Devlin
“Breathe deep the gathering gloom
Watch lights fade from every room
Bedsitter people look back and lament
Another day’s useless energy is spent”
From “Late Lament”
Moody Blues
Time to be driving is
Starting before dawn
Descend into the local
Travel center, sparkling
With prismatic lights
Like a diamond under
Bright lights on black velvet
Get a quick whiff
Of the diesel fumes
Fuel for a long ride
Clean the windshield
In the cool brisk air
For as Ziggy might have said
Happiness is a clean windshield
Grab a hot black coffee
Buckle up and mosey on
To capture the sunrise
Wait….scratch that
Eke out the awareness
That you are nothing but
“A virus with shoes”
– Bill Hicks
On a gigantic large sphere
(Gigantic is relative to ???)
Speeding through the cosmos
While rotating at a high speed
Knowing that, like a playground
Kid pushed spinning carousel
Its centrifugal force “should”
Technically be throwing you off
“Sunrise” you realize is a
Geocentrically made up word
To satiate the ego of its own
False self importance that it may
Only thinks it is at the center
Of its own universe when it
Is merely a tiny tiny tiny cog
In a colossal ever spinning wheel
So yes driving at that time
Is simply the best because
You are most awake and aware
And get to contemplate
The meaning of a “sun” “rise”
In all of its beauty and splendor
Forgetting each time you
Are trying to come up with
A more descriptive or accurate word
That would explain the experience
Where this should have stopped..
Nope
Perhaps……..
Mornglow for what we
Perceive to be a sunrise
Eveglow for what we
Perceive to be a sunset
It could even be used in the
“Fiddler On The Roof” song
“Mornglow, Eveglow
Mornglow, Eveglow
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze
Mornglow, Eveglow
Mornglow, Eveglow
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laiden with happiness and tears”
Once it enters our lexicon
It could envelop our consciousness
In an evolutionary push towards
Understanding infinity
Simple stuff like that
Seems a tad more important than
Binging on our favorite TV show
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
That time does not exist
Forget Einstein’s theory that
Everything is happening
All at once
That is too complicated
Since he was a genius
And I are a nincompoop
The proof is in the
Reoccurring notion that…..
These are the “END TIMES”
Placarded at random on
Billboards and bumper stickers
.
To my best recollection these
“END TIMES” have been around
For quite a long time now or at least
30 plus years that I can think of
With such ominous warnings that
If you don’t repent YOU WILL DIE*
Or even better yet GO TO HELL**
So either myself and or everyone
Is doing such a great job
Changing their ways we are
Collectively kicking the can
Down some eternal road
.
It is probably safe to assume
These “END” times have gone
On longer than my memory serves
Most likely even before we had
Made up calendars and clocks
.
My guess is that somebody
Bought into that concept and like
A shitty pyramid scheme has to
Sell it on to everyone else so they
Do not see themselves as a
Foolish following gullible sucker
.
That message is always on signage
Never carefully crafted conversations
Because if it were, the above argument
Would shut it down in a heart beat
.
At this point it is not much more
Then a weak distraction save
Accepting it is as what it is
A bogus biblical scare tactic
To enhance some groups income
Or if one is paying close attention
Give proof that time does not exist
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
“Or a better watch”
– Angelo Devlin
*
YOU WILL DIE
No you will not. Merely change shape
And / or enter a different dimension
**
GO TO HELL
HELL does not exist….save in a mind
That pretends to believe such folly
THE END……
Where this should have stopped…….
My apologies for making this longer
However in my minimalist research
To polish this post I just looked up
The word “end” to clarify its meaning
Which 2a: states “The point at where
Something ceases to exist” (interesting)
M-W.com
Interesting, as in the consciousness of
Our collective awareness there is a word to
Describe something that has never happened
“Energy cannot be created or destroyed, it can only be changed from one form to another.”
Albert Einstein
Ooopsie
Then, since it is an electronic dictionary
Noticed “end” wth a hyphen after it “end-“
No no no no it can not have a definition
Can it? Let me see e n d – t (oh scheisse)
Yup. There it sits “end-time(s)”
Must going to be a combined definition…..
Nope
“end-time(s)” which doe not even have
Any subset definitions just…….get this
“The time of the prophesied end of the world”
: Armageddon
M-W.com
Oh no, another word to look up…..
Good thing it has automatic links here goes..
“Armageddon: the site or time of a final and conclusive battle between the forces of good and evil.”
M-W.com
Bwaha haha hehe chuckle snort guffaw
We are a suspicious lot are we not????
I don’t blame the dictionary, it is merely
A tool to help us see how silly we are.
Thanks for taking your “time” to read this
Hope it was as much fun to read as it was
To write, regardless of how much time it took
(Like a child in a
Societal system
That only encourages
The saving of fetuses
To be birthed as
Consumer fodder
To unwitting parents
Without regards to
A soul’s divinity or
Personal responsibility
This post………nearly
Fell through the cracks)
Gunning Down
The population
Several students
At a time as if they are
Sovereign citizens
Standing over a
Valuable resource
To be stolen by
Crude corporations
Making unnecessary
Death……
Acceptable
As school shootings
Being so commonplace
They have become
Less interesting than
High speed car chases
Guns don’t kill people
Parents who buy
Their children guns
Kill other children
Wonder if Jennifer
and James Crumbley
Are “pro-life”
(I’m guessing…….sort of)
(At the least……pro-narcissist)
Think also that they
Were each so self
Absorbed in their own
Unconscious lives
They bought their son
A stay at home
Do-it-yourself
Self abortion kit
Which instead got used
As a show-and-tell
Take to school random
Post natal abortion tool
“The defendants had information long before Nov. 30 (six months prior to the shooting) that their son’s only friend moved at the end of October, that the family dog died, that their son was sadder than usual, and that he was sending his mother disturbing texts about his state of mind,” the prosecution wrote in a Thursday court filing. “Instead of paying attention to their son and getting him help, they bought him a gun.”
– Detroit Free Press
Maybe politicians are so well greased
From the sweaty palms of the NRA
The blood on their hands does not stick
As somewhere in the back of
Their empty heads they can justify
Doing nothing to curb the violence
Placating the proletariat of their “rights”
To “defend” property and “free-dumb”
Though their constituents children
Are slaughtered like fish in a barrel as
Potential corpses in a classroom
While I may not have been
That sad or self destructive
In my teenage years at least
My parents were aware enough
(Semi-comatose conscious)
Not to have a hand held
Weapon of mass destruction
Anywhere in my presence
With an absolutely clear and
Definitively innuendoed message
Not to reproduce the likes of me
They knew just enough that a child
Was to be seen and not to be heard/herd
“Just an observation, Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Too soon?????
“Jeremy”
At home
Drawing pictures
Of mountain tops
With him on top
Lemon yellow sun
Arms raised in a V
And the dead lay
In pools of maroon below
Daddy didn’t give attention
Oh, to the fact that mommy didn’t care
King Jeremy The Wicked
Ruled his world
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
Clearly I remember
Pickin’ on the boy
Seemed a harmless little fuck
But we unleashed a lion
Gnashed his teeth
And bit the recess lady’s breast
How could I forget
And he hit me with a surprise left
My jaw left hurting
Dropped wide open
Just like the day
Oh, like the day I heard
Daddy didn’t give affection, no!
And the boy was something that mommy wouldn’t wear
King Jeremy The Wicked
Ruled his world
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
Try to forget this (try to forget this)
Try to erase this (try to erase this)
From the blackboard
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in, spoke in
Jeremy spoke in, spoke in
Jeremy spoke in class today
(spoke in) (spoke in)
(spoke in) (spoke in)
(spoke in) (spoke in)
– Pearl Jam
On nonsense of the past
Completely un-provable
Save some polished theories
Which get regurgitated
As often as necessary
That due to an asteroid
Dinosaurs became extinct
As a cultural meme based
More on indoctrination
Than actual tangible proof
Whether plausible or not
Becomes an unquestionable
Fact generally accepted
Because after all who is
Going to waste their time
Refuting its factual-ality
Since it happened about some
Vague millions of years ago
245 to 66 million to be “exact”
Voila there is the basis
For most religious beginnings
Which only happened about
Give or take 1600 years ago
Completely un-provable
Highly improbable and illogical….like
Where did Caine’s wife come from?
If that can be answered perhaps
I can keep reading and believe… yet
Why would an APAKALOBCOL*
Murder by drowning “his” creation
Boredom frustration anger or just
Forgot to create a therapist to help “HIM”
Deal with his “mommy” issues
*
(All Powerful All Knowing All Loving Omniscient Being Creator Of Life)
Ooops this was about dinosaurs
Sorry took my usual sidetrack
Questioning unquestionable beliefs
I have been to Dinosaur museums
Find them interesting and presumptive
However, short of a guided tour
From a verrrrry elderly paleontologist
The only thing to make me believe
The birth, age and demise of
Dinosaurs is a small placard
In front of the display with the “facts”
Here’s an excerpt from a previous post
To try and explain that theory
(Group of tourists going through
A jurassic museum as their guide
Explains a fossil of a dinosaur is
Two million two years and three months old…
Fascinated, a guest inquires how has it
That it has been narrowed down so exact
Has the museum tweaked the carbon dating
Or come up with some radiation method
How could it possibly be so accurate
As the guide confidently states they started
To work here two years and three months ago
What you know is what has been taught
It is convenient and easily repeatable)
Think about our alphabet and numerical system. There weren’t always twenty six letters or ten digits. S o m e o n e……made them up…….and then someone else added to them, likewise removed some of them.
“The Nobel Prize in mathematics was awarded to a California professor who has discovered a new number!
The number is bleen, which he claims belongs between 6 and 7.”
George Carlin
“We made the whole thing up!”
George Carlin
Not to mention, numerals or letters were not always the same shape, until very recently. Save for a variety of categorized fonts, into systematic conformity they follow in rigid lines and curves of specificity by who knows who on who’s authority.
What would we do with, say 32 letters. First, we would all have to learn a new keyboard.
How can we do that, since we stopped evolving with opposable thumbs.
That many letters on a keyboard would require a rinky finger, right between the ring and the pinky finger. Who has eons of time for that?
See how that new word “rinky” just evolved in context into a new name for a 6th digit on a hand that will never exist in the future.
I made it up.
“Folks, it’s time to evolve. That’s why we’re troubled. You know why our institutions are failing us, the church, the state, everything’s failing?
It’s because, um – they’re no longer relevant.
We’re supposed to keep evolving. Evolution did not end with us growing opposable thumbs. You do know that, right? There’s another 90 percent of our brains that we have to illuminate.”
– Bill Hicks
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Wouldn’t it be more adventuresome
If flying was inherently more risky
Say… one in twenty or so crashed
Not that I’m advocating for that
Rather more of a thought experiment
Manufactured from the cheap seats in
An aluminum tube 30K ft above (see) level
After being poked and prodded steered
Branded, through one way gates into a
Back straight, head forward, eyes glued
Feet crooked, elbows in, waist strapped
Technological marvel in the atmosphere
(Speaking of crashes, does anyone believe
That seat belt is going to do anything besides
Help identify bodies by seating assignment?)
Nevermind, here is the thought experiment.
What if….
Because of the above proposed risk the
Seating wasn’t so damned crowded and
Structured into fellow passenger ignoring
Screen staring, ears plugged conformity
The layout was as such that the seats
Are comfortable also even movable
Secured perhaps but more like a lounge
So that in two to seven hours on what
Might be your last flight anyway you took
A chance and unencumbered you spoke
(Ahhhhhhhh)(Yikes) with a “stranger” ??
Found out why they too were rolling the
Sky dice. Business, family, sightseeing
Or just a plain plane gambling addict
Like a grand scale of Russian roulette
Don’t get me wrong, I am good at avoiding
People like the plague, however in that
Given circumstance it would be interesting
Dialog beyond the usual cliche conversation
Of the uninteresting drivel that usually occurs
Where the answer is as programmed as
The innocuous question in the first place
Avoiding eye contact and emotions
With a looming gravitational demise
One could really get some insight into
A fellow earthly spaceship traveler’s
Fears, hopes likes and reason for the risk
So that if there were no crash at all
You would walk away with an experience
Unlike any other destination you could
Have possibly been to, that interesting
Besides, if for nothing else at all
Once and for all, to get on an airplane
You would no longer ever ever have to go
Through that illusion of the “security” check
Of the dehumanizing personal space violation
That systemic systematically happens now
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Hope you enjoyed this flight.
When I understand
The language of the soul
(I’m guessing it is not English)
The numbers of the spirits
That move through me
Surround me and
Help me keep balance
Ever on the cusp
Between life and death
Of which there is
Neither of either
Only this moment
Experienced through a
Kaleidoscope of distraction
Must need focus on
Every ray of light
That makes it through
Not hold on to it though
Just experience it
Then let it go
Otherwise a shadow
Remains to be cast
By a temporal body
Holding on to nothing
Until that awareness
Takes place
The projection
Of an invisible man
Floating aimlessly
In the sky adjacent
Like a spirit less big brother
Is just one more
Man-made up distraction
Completely w/o merit
As a heavily lopsided
Reality shaking
Patriarchal energy
That knows not
Empathy or nurturing
Never creation
Only destruction
“All I want to do is learn to think like God. All the rest is just details.”
— Albert Einstein
The first step might
Be knowing where
These words come from
Save a force that uses
My fingers to write them
So I may read them
To help me understand
Or perhaps from……….
“Living on a razor’s edge.
Balancing on a ledge.
Living on a razor’s edge on…
Balancing on a ledge on…
Balancing on a ledge on…
Living on a razor’s edge.
Balancing on a ledge you know … you know !!
The evil that men do lives on and on !….”
Iron Maiden
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
“Lift me up out of this illusion lord
Heal my perception, that I may
Know only reality and only you”
– Bill Hicks
“Lift me Lord”
Looking at the world through a windshield. 