For some reason I can accept
The infiniteness of infinity w/o
Diminishing my cranium capacity
To accept the Big Bang Theory
Which as it states is just a theory
One religions like to glom onto as
A pseudo science justification to
Their invisible man creation theory
Proving neither one is at all factual
Yet it seems as though most like to
Cling to one or the other or both
As a story book starting point
To grasp at some definitive
Demarcation that they can put
Their comfy consciousness on
Regardless its improbability and
Made up out of thin or thick air
Quantification with zero proof
Anywhere or anyway in the cosmos
Other then to delineate a starting point
With in the beginning or
Once upon a time or
You are not going to believe this
Whenever it is, always has a
Prior understood back story
It simply becomes a matter or
Manner of unearthing the prequel
That will always have prequels
Sequels tangents and adjacents
Transforming sub characters
Into main ones and so on
Likewise locations and lighting
Knowing and understanding that
Why would anyone want to
Hang their hat on either theory
As absolute proof of something
That doesn’t matter in any place
Proof of my crazy comes from Genesis 1:1-2
1 In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
2 And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.
Ooopsie
“And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.”
Ummm, water hadn’t been created yet…..
To our best evolutionary awareness
Energy can neither be created or destroyed
The big bang theory suggests that
Everything that is came from something
Smaller than an atom….that is really small
But okay my mind is open
Almost open enough for
My alleged brain to fall out
What surrounded that “beginning” atom??
Air, water or a stop watch?
With man made heliocentric gradations?
I’ll wait here and contemplate knowing
Bipedal earthling’s arrogant conceit
Based its bogus calculations that
The universe is 13.8 billion years old
Whew….based on our little solar system
Floating on the outer edge of the Milky Way
When even just a planet away
The year calculation would be different
As an orbit around the main “light”
Not to mention on any one of any other
Planet or solar system in many galaxies
Billions of miles or light years away
So if there is a beginning to the universe
There must be an end as well…..
To paraphrase Dr. Wayne Dyer
[ I can not immediately find the quote]
(If there is an end to the universe, is there a wall? How thick is it and if so than what is on
The other side of the wall?)
That logic alone would should
Maybe perhaps explain that what is
Is and it has always been
It just merely changes shape
Through the transfer of energy
From kinetic to stored and vice versa
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
.
– Angelo Devlin
I want to know why as
An evolveable species
We create then cling to
Contrarian clichés
Such as …………
.
“Freedom is not free”
.
BS
.
Freedom is absolutely FREE
.
That is why it is called Freedom
.
(1 a. the absence of necessity, coercion, or constraint in choice or action
.
M-W.com)
.
“Freedom is not free” which is
Usually driveled in the context
That one needs a weapon to
Attain it from someone who is not
Trying to take it in the first place
.
Methinks bi-pedal oxygen breathing, monoxide exhaling, red-blooded, skeleton supported, solar powered, carbon-based, large brained, earth inhabitant omnivore artists……will attain universal freedom when everyone leaves everybody else the #uck alone…….
.
Not as in 8 Billion people, not talking to each other, (although……..;) just not concerning themselves with what their indoctrinated baseless beliefs are based on. Political, religious, race, gender, wealth, and caste.
.
“It’s all about money, not freedom, y’all, okay? Nothing to do with fuckin’ freedom. If you think you’re free, try going somewhere without fucking money, okay?
.
Bill Hicks
.
This part was going to be
A part II
However, I am sticking
It here as I am
Free to do that
.
.
People’s Fascination
.
With Freedom
Is fascinating
To say the least
When instead of
Experiencing freedom
They huddle insecurely
In their group gulag
Telling themselves
They are free….yet
Preparing to fight
Someone who they
Believe might maybe
Take their freedom
.
(That is not being “free”)
.
Not me man
i egotistically and humbly perceive
That i am a particle riding my own wave
.
My perception of freedom
Would be to at will
Meld in to the ether
Alter my ego driven
Material form
Into water vapor
Rise into the clouds
Observe the green blue sphere
From a distance
Hang around for a while
Enjoy the view
Then fall asleep
Into a blissful stupor
Awake in condensation
To gently fall
In a field of green grass
Coagulate back
Into human form
Lying on my back
Staring into the day sky
Feeling the sun warm me
Cirrusly wondering next time
What shape to become
Stratocumulus or cumulonimbus *
To stir the imagination
Of someone else
Looking at the clouds
Knowing I am just as much
The clouds in the sky
As the earth under my back
.
See…..we both shared a freedom
That no guns or government
Could ever take away
*
Can you imagine the amount of
Egotistical audacity and
Narcissistic conceit it takes
To label and categorize clouds
.
Linguistically restricting one
From calling it a bunny rabbit cloud
Or an upside-down unicorn
Searching for a rainbow while
Avoiding a leprechaun
.
Just kidding you are free
To think whatever you want
.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
.
– Angelo Devlin
“1000 Points Of Light”
“You can sail in the desert with a ship of fools
You can smuggle in Mozes and his book of rules
But you can’t take a mother and give her back her son
What kind of freedom is bought with a gun?
People like to build their prison walls
When they’re afraid to look inside a
Thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
Won’t bring the dead back from the cold
Political speaches they’re laying in the mud
Nothing else matters but money and blood
Tell me your freedom is do what you like
There’s a world gone crazy ’cause it can’t say no
People like to build their prison walls
When they’re afraid to look inside a
Thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
Won’t bring the dead back from the cold
A thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
Won’t bring the dead back from the cold
There should be time for love
But there’s too much room for hate
Too much sliding of the truth
Too much abuse of wasted youth
There’s a time for dying and a time for living too
Had enough of realize, had enough of your alibis
A thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
Won’t bring the dead back from the cold
A thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
Won’t bring the dead back from the cold”
Bruce Dickinson
The earth does the work
The corporations
Collect the revenue
.
For a mere pittance
Gaia’s children
Move the harvest around
.
Alter its shape
Intention and purpose
To feed the Corporate beast
.
Behaving like it’s their idea
To obtain attain and retain
What trickles down
.
Squabbling over
Who has more while
Trying to get even more
.
Destroying their home
Crowded and cumbersome
Shitting where they eat
.
The balance is off
There is a need for balance
Balance c/would correct
.
The unfair labor practice
.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
.
– Angelo Devlin
It is an awful feeling
To be perceived as
Someone who can not feel
When instead you carry
The weight of the world
On your shoulders
.
You just are unaware
Of how to communicate
Without further indulging
Narcissistic tendencies
That alone with a plan to
Which adherence surely
Would attain paradise
.
If only if only if only
I wasn’t so numb
Of my own volition
But tied all the same
.
Which is why I write
Knowing my ability
To communicate is
Splattershot at best
.
In print it is easily legible
Still hardly decipherable
.
When attempting to orate
Find myself very irate
.
For what rolls in my head
When it comes out as said
.
Only makes sense if read
If not better left unsaid
.
Or at least in that form
Can be decided if norm
.
Logic is the basis
After laying out my aces
.
Putting the cards on the table
As best as I am able
.
Meaning might be exacted
If not too protracted
.
Laid out to be extracted
Once it is redacted
.
For that is why
My lips are tied
.
When the string comes loose
Words tend to be obtuse
.
Yes, blunt, insensitive and stupid
Which is how they can be interpreted
.
When not on paper or a screen
To ponder what they really mean
.
For they seem to trigger emotion
As vast and large as the ocean
.
Though have no boat to float on
‘Cept anger vessel that is never gone
.
In a parent child relationship
Love is leverage seen or unseen
.
Where the fulcrum falls into place
Determines who has the leverage
.
Whether it be the use of the word
Or emotional power attachments
.
At some linear point it “should”
Balance, but alas it doesn’t
.
Forever shifting to the needs of the
Emotional, physical, revenue, care
.
Moment to moment for each
Situation has a tipping point
.
At work the fulcrum lies in the
Position of the need desire of the job
.
Balancing one’s ability and skill
To the description of the task
.
Along with the requisite pay for
Skill level and the need for income
.
Rarely it seems the fulcrum sits at the
Point between happiness & fulfillment
.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
.
– Angelo Devlin
Both
The subjective
And
The collective
Are
Miraculous
.
Interwoven
And
Interstellar
Being
The observer
And
The observed
.
Whilst
.
Participating
And
Chilling
Acting
And
Overreacting
Or as docile
As the dead
.
Which is never
Really dead
Merely
Changing shape
Regrouping atoms
For the next
Big adventure
.
Still
.
There is the mind
Hardly ever
Still
Just universal
In scope
Either the
Telescope
Or
Microscope
.
Or simultaneously
As both
.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
.
– Angelo Devlin
Out of all the dead people
And there are billions and
Billions of dead people
.
“Most people are dead.
Did you know that?
It’s true, out of all the people
that ever were,
almost all of them are dead.”
.
Louis C. K.
.
The two I wish were
Still animated are
My mom and my uncle
.
My mom
.
So that as perceptions go
Satiate the notion that she
Would have gotten along
Swimmingly with my wife
.
Assumedly free from ego
To share cooking nuances
Recipes and raviolis
Likewise enjoy the children
Grandchildren and travel
.
My uncle
.
Just because I miss him
He was the one who taught
Me any plumbing carpentey
Electrical skills which are
.
All being used at once to
Construct an indulgence he
Would have been amused by
Helped with and enjoyed a
Nice cold beer with afterwards
.
Regardless of all of the
Intense thoughts
And fervent prayers
They fall flat against
Disintegration and ashes
.
The best I can do
To conjure them up at all
Is to pool as liquid out of
The corner of my eyes
Which seems to strain
The back of my throat
.
What a light / dark way to
Highlight the effectiveness
Of prayer. Must be God’s will
.
“Here’s something else, another problem you might have: Suppose your prayers aren’t answered. What do you say?
“Well, it’s God’s will.” “Thy Will Be Done.” Fine, but if it’s God’s will, and He’s going to do what He wants to anyway, why the fuck bother praying in the first place?
Seems like a big waste of time to me! Couldn’t you just skip the praying part and go right to His Will? It’s all very confusing.
– George Carlin
Rolling through subjective minds
Based on absolutely nothing except
Overheard concepts of the herd
Feeding on itself ouroborosly like
A never-ending nutritionless meal
.
Just fantasy given form through
Repetition recitation & regurgitation
To the point where real campaigns
Get started by forming groups
Of people conjuring similar images
Steeped in fear and ignorance of the
Actual benign banality of reality
.
Materializing into slogans and chants
Demonizing fellow space travelers
With words nuanced with (ist) & (ans)
Malignant monikers projecting hate
As ways to justify harm and disdain
Based on…you guessed it……nothing
.
Except differing indoctrinated beliefs
Shades of epidermis pigmentation
Height weight gender orientation $
Invisible borders drawn on paper
Creating separation where none exist
Who “owns” what and how much
.
Pick a fear then behave accordingly
Powered by group think devoid of power
.
“People are wonderful. I love individuals. I hate groups of people. I hate a group of people with a ‘common purpose’.
.
‘Cause pretty soon they have little hats. And armbands. And fight songs. And a list of people they’re going to visit at 3am.
.
So, I dislike and despise groups of people but I love individuals.
.
Every person you look at; you can see the universe in their eyes, if you’re really looking.”
.
George Carlin
By those left alive to testify
What it is like to be attacked
Unprovoked by terrorists
Oh wait ……”tourists” carrying
Caches of crude weapons
.
Attempting to implement
Their will of ignorance
Because they are sore losers
Chasing a different form of power
Since they don’t recognize their own
.
When on the other hand
If we were to open our eyes
Real wide I mean really wide
We would see a glimpse of
What it might be like to be
A Sovereign citizen on / in a
Sovereign country with energy
Resources under their feet
.
That imperialistic countries
Due to their perceived weakness
Feel righteous and compelled
To steal at the indiscriminate
Death of fellow space travelers
Under the glorious guise of
Democracy and capitalism
.
As long as I’m getting sidetracked
Not really a betting person
Yet would be willing to bet
Dollars to donuts
To test a theory that if
Instead of missiles and bombs
We sent over sandwiches
Technology to clean water
(You know, things humans need)
They would probably share
The resources any way
.
“It was pretty amazing, you’ve got to admit, watching a missile fly down an air vent. Pretty unbelievable. But couldn’t we feasibly use that same technology to shoot food at hungry people?
.
You know what I mean? Fly over Ethiopia, there’s a guy that needs a banana….
Stealth Banana. ……… Smart Fruit…..”
.
– Bill Hicks
– “The War” (first gulf war)
– “Flying Saucer Tour”
Looking at the world through a windshield. 